From one of my blogs: "30 things about me"....
I’m the middle child. And yes, I do have the syndrome. (Look it up, for those of you that have never taken a psychology class or have never listened to me make a diagnosis.)I love pasta.
I mean, I LOVEEEE pasta. Creamy, garlicy, cheesy, saucy (not red), chickeny pasta. And I’ve been cheating on my “diet” every week for the last 2 years because of it. Pasta vs. 30 pounds: (score: pasta-2, weight loss-0).
I am afraid of butterflies. Well……actually, I must admit that I’m scared of snakes, worms, roaches, and every other creepy crawly, but……..ya know.
My dogs, Benny & Lou (And Mindy), are my world.
I like to drink. Sike….I LOVE to drink. Preferably top shelf vodka.
I sing when I am alone. I think I’m quite good but I’m too shy.
My shyness is mistaken for meanness. Why am I so shy? I obviously can mingle w the best of them but I’m kinda like a black Barbara Walters (and you see where her shyness took her).
I am a PROCRASTINAOR! I wish somebody would shoot me with an urgency bullet. Why does nothing seem important? Maybe if these clouded my vision I would rush about: $$$$$$ (THAT’S DOLLA BILLS Y’ALL! LOL) But since I’m broke (right now): it doesn’t matter.
My dream is the RB Foundation. BREAKING NEWS: I received my EIN number from the IRS four days ago. The organization officially exists.
I have never been to D.C. aka Chocolate City but I would like to really give the city a shot of my mocha some time soon and mark an item of my bucket list.
I have been in two places at one time .
Grambling State University. No reason to say anything else. I might cry.
I blog in my head everyday but am too much of a procrastinator to type it. I should be a rich woman on somebody’s website collecting pennies for these thoughts but……..”I’ll do it tomorrow.”
I pretty much read a novel a day. Unless I drank the night before and have a hangover (those days don’t count).
I must be getting old. I am now a real crybaby. Maybe my hormones are stronger (since I keep being told I’m in my prime reproductive years) because I cry. I mean like a lot. Thank God for YAZ.
I have two nephews. Two noisy nephews. Two busy nephews. But still, two nephews that I love with all my heart.
I went natural and had an afro when I was a sophomore in college. But it wasn’t a fad, it was a statement. A statement that I am a naturally beautiful black woman with a gap in her teeth, big hips, full lips, kinky hair, and chocolate covered skin…and still can make a head spin ‘cause I’m a bad muthasucka!
I always dream of flying. Weird. I even dream of levitating. So….one day soon I will be floating the skies in a hot air balloon trying to figure out what’s up there that my unconscious mind wants me to see so badly……..
I will be successful. I will be successful. I will be successful. I will be successful. I will be successful.