Goodbye Cracked Lips- DIY Lip Scrub

14 Jul

I LIVE in matte lipstick, so flaky lips are a no-no. I make a variation of this to keep my lips soft and my lipstick smooth!

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IMG_3819Whether it’s the middle of a freezing winter or  blazing summer time, I can’t seem to ditch chapped lips. Mine are constantly cracked and hurting. Yuck.

I’ve experimented with many different types of lip scrubs but this one has definitely worked the best for me. Brown sugar, coconut oil and honey. Yummmmy!

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I do a big scoop of the brown sugar into a cute little mason jar or something small with a lid, pour in the coconut oil then top it off with a big glob of honey. Mix it on up and use your fingers or a lip gloss brush to smudge it all over.

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This stuff works wonders.

Anyone else have this chapped/cracked lip prob all the time?! Please share what you do to fix it!

x, c

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Leigh Anne Tuohy, Racism, and the White Saviour Complex

20 Dec

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Leigh Anne “That Nice Woman Sandra Bullock Played In The Blind Side” Tuohy recently posted the following picture and caption on her Facebook and Instagram accounts:

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We see what we want! It’s the gospel truth! These two were literally huddled over in a corner table nose to nose and the person with me said “I bet they are up to no good” well you know me… I walked over, told them to scoot over. After 10 seconds of dead silence I said so whats happening at this table? I get nothing.. I then explained it was my store and they should spill it… They showed me their phones and they were texting friends trying to scrape up $3.00 each for the high school basketball game! Well they left with smiles, money for popcorn and bus fare. We have to STOP judging people and assuming and pigeon holing people!…

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Four-Twelve, Stolen Coats, and We Like To Party

19 Dec

The holidays are here and I am FINALLY getting into the Christmas spirit!  While I was drunk with Christmas spirit a week or so ago, I made a status about wanting to throw a Christmas party and forgot all about it.  That was until J called me at work and asked what was up with the party on Saturday.  So on Saturday, J and I are throwing our first ever Christmas party.  Thoughtful man he his, the first question out of his mouth was, “Do you want me to call the house cleaning service?” Uh, does a bear shit in the woods? Continue reading

The Daily Beast: Saying Goodbye to a Natural Hair Guru

16 Dec

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Over the weekend people learned of the passing of Miss Jessie’s co-founder Titi Branch. I wrote this piece for the Daily Beast about her life and legacy.

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Serial: A Comparison of Adnan’s Cell Phone Records and the Witness Statements Provided by Adnan, Jay, Jenn, and Cathy

12 Dec

Like most of the world, I have been following the podcast “Serial.” The timeline is the hardest part of the story to nail down, but this article breaks it down.

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Like everyone else in the world, I’ve been listening to Serial. For those who haven’t listened in yet, Serial is a weekly podcast covering the murder of 18-year-old Hae Min Lee, who was killed on January 13, 1999. Her ex-boyfriend, Adnan Syed, was subsequently convicted of first-degree murder and kidnapping, and is currently serving a life sentence. (And if you haven’t listened to the podcast yet, turn back now and come back when you have. Otherwise, the minutiae of these cell phone records won’t be interesting in the slightest.)

The evidence against Adnan was complicated and deeply ambiguous. That’s unsurprising — after all, there’s a reason his case was chosen to be the subject Serial’s first season. But while there’s much we do not know about the the investigation into Hae’s murder and the state’s case against Adnan, based on what the show has covered so far, and what has been made publicly available about Adnan’s two…

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The Art of Story Telling: The J Dilla Box Set

12 Dec

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I’m clearly not in the mood to do any work today so I am going to do what I do best: write.

These last few months have been nothing short of a dream. I remember back when I was dealing with “The Friend” and the other band of losers that paraded through my life in 2010, I never thought I could do any better.  I distinctly remember the despair of feeling like I would never know what it was like to be loved by a man, for real for real.  The longer J and I have been together the better it gets.  I know I have sung his praises before, but this man gets me y’all.  This was evident in an incident that will forever be known as “The Dilla Box Set Day” (ooooh so original!).  Anyone who knows me, knows I love my beatmakers and producers, especially J Dilla.  When I saw the Dilla Boxed set (which I have been waiting for since that Snap Judgement episode) I simply shared it on my FB newsfeed and my mom expressed interest in purchasing it for me as a gift.  A few days later while J and were sitting around he asked if my mom checks her FB messages.  I didn’t think of it, and I put the conversation out of my head.  Fast forward after Thanksgiving, there are two boxes on the porch which is not a big deal because if Amazon Prime was a religion we would be the pastor and first lady of the Church of Amazon.  I recognized the first box came from Amazon, but the second I didn’t recognize.  I looked at the address and noticed it said it was from “J Dilla, King of Beats” and the package came from Detroit.  This is how oblivious I can be: I didn’t care about what could have possibly been in the box, all I wanted was the shipping label because it had Dilla’s name on it.  I texted J and told him he had a package and where it came from.  Even though he too, is a Dilla fan I could feel in my spirit whatever was in that box was for me.  I circled the box like a shark in the water until J got home.  I tried to carry on a conversation but it was KILLING me, because I needed to know what was in that box!  So after small talk, J announces that yes, the box is indeed for me.  In about 3 seconds I mentally went through all of the possibilities as to what it could be.  The “DC Loves Dilla” shirt I wanted so bad? Maybe a Dilla coffee mug (I love coffee mugs)?  You know what wasn’t on my list of possibilities? The boxed set.  As I cracked open the box, my heart nearly stopped when I caught the first glance of a box that was an exact replica of Dilla’s SP-1200.  Tears welled up in my eyes as I removed each vinyl and ran my hands over the certificate of authenticity.  That man knows me y’all.  My friend Cookie made my eyes sweat a little when she expressed her happiness over seeing her friends being loved.  I immediately thought about an interview Drake did years ago where he talked about his mom.  I remember him saying that “she’s never been loved properly” and I just knew that would be my story.  J may not be perfect, but when it comes to me he always goes above and beyond.  This morning he was up with the chickens to make sure I had the new MF Doom Wallabees and is going to start taking The Boy to daycare so he can get the extra sleep he needs.  There is not a day that goes by that I don’t remember how fortunate I am to have a relationship that is easy and I am not in any type of distress and turmoil.

My friends and family probably think I have fallen off the map, I haven’t.  I have been studying for my PMP certification and it’s not the easiest thing.  I don’t have a lot of PM experience so I have to use a lot of resources beyond the online course.  The course is self paced and I have a year to complete it.   There are a lot of days I really don’t feel like being bothered, but I know this is necessary for the next step in my career.

That’s all I have for now, I got my WordPress app back on track so I will be posting a little more. Peace.

Just Call Me Amazon Barbie……

30 Sep

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Quelle Surprise!  I know I said I was on a blogging break, but lately I am feeling like I still need an outlet so I am returning to what I do best:  putting my feeling on paper (or computer screen).

This week I returned to running after a year of….um…not running.  As I have stated before, the winter was harsh as shit up here and I just lost my motivation to run.  In the last few months I have had a few starts and stops because my shins and hips were not cooperating.  My joints have been in a great deal of pain and I am 100% sure that is because the 20 that I worked so hard to lose have returned.  If I ever needed proof that I am not made to be on Team Chunk this is it. It is very humbling to go from running 7 miles for fun to doing the Couch to 5k program all over again.  Sometimes I want to cry, give up or punch something but the best thing I can do is just keep going.  Does it depress me when I am only able to do one mile?  Absolutely.  The silver lining is I know that I will get better, the key is not to rush so I can stay injury free this time around.

Operation Cohabitation has been going along well.  There has certainly been a learning curve over the last month has we meld our lives together.  More important, our relationship has grown in so many different ways.  If you would have told me three years ago he and I would be at this place in our relationship I would have never believed it.  We have arrived at the place where the Big M is being discussed and I must admit I am scared.  I am totally not scared of marriage, though judging by how the first one went I should be.  This type scared is the “I’m-scared-something-is-gonna-happen.”  All of my previous relationships there was always something that would show up that would be a deal breaker or I would discover some shit like he is a serial gigalo (true story), a Peter Panesque man child (check!) or he is on “hard” drugs (check!).  While our love is far from new, it’s still refreshing.  It has taken a lot to get used to what a healthy relationship looks like.  I remember one day I was stranded at the Metro Station because I was not able to get a ride home slugging and to add to the chaos I left my debit card at home so I was penniless and stranded.  Though J couldn’t come and get me, he made sure someone did and he made sure my son was not left at the daycare past closing time.  I remember when I finally made it home I apologized profusely and thanked him a million times.  He looked confused and said, “That is what your man is supposed to do.  What was I going to do just leave you out there until you figured it out?”  I am so embarrassed to say that in the past that is exactly would have gone down.  This is not to say everyday we are holding hands and singing “Ain’t No Mountain High Enough.”  We have our ups and downs and that is mostly due to trying to figure out who is going to be in charge of what chores.  Bottom line, we are still growing and it looks like we are growing in the right direction.

I have a new love affair with Amazon.  Now we all know how horribly cheap I am so that $79 price tag for Amazon Prime in the beginning of the year was a hard thing for me to swallow, but then came Prime Music.  Anyone who knows me knows I love music and Prime Music has TONS of it!!!  So far I have over 1,000 songs on my list and I am still discovering new music!  Granted, I only bought the Prime Membership so I could watch HBO on demand and save on shipping when I made the occasional purchase.  Almost a year in, I will tell you my purchases from Amazon are anything but occasional now.  I buy EVERYTHING from Amazon.  My running shoes, hair supplies, school supplies, and anything else all came from Amazon.  The free shipping is a bonus, and I love that said free shipping is also FAST.  I have become accustomed to getting my items in 1-2 days tops and I don’t like waiting any long that that anymore.  The last addition that won me over was the introduction of the Kindle Unlimited.  I wanted nothing to do with Kindles when they came out.  Much like the old timers in the office that hate anything that doesn’t include paper I wanted to stick to books.  “You can’t cuddle with a Kindle!”  True, but when you are getting a catalog of books for ten dollars a month, you will make adjustment.  I just read from my Kindle app since I am staring at my phone(my secret introvert tactic) half of the time .

That’s my time…….I’ll be updating more and uh….yeah I need to buy my domain name back…….

Peace.

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