Availability

All of the guys that I encounter these days fall into two categories: 1. Unattractive or 2. Emotionally unavailable.  Most are unattractive because they are emotionally unavailable.  My days of training, trying to change, and work through others insecurities are over.  

I'm not lonely but I'm not satisfied that this is it. I'll continue to pray for the husband meant for me because I refuse to believe that this is it.  

Bills, Bills, Bills

Had to rework & prioritize my payment schedule since I have all of these medical bills rolling in from my knee injury. Personal property taxes are a pain in my buttox right now too but I've redone these numbers a million times. Taxes and medical bills will be paid off in October.

But why cant I be this diligent about my credit cards... I guess I need to rethink my entire budget.

I'm Happy

That's all.

More DIY

I love me some DIY!!! I am actually about to purchase a holder for my girly station but I might make one of these too! I love it!


Thanks to Restored Style for the awesome idea!

Kisses!

The gift that keeps on giving

Long after her passing my grandmother just keeps bringing me gifts - COUSINS!

1. Delesha - her close friend's granddaughter who i used to go to elementary school with and she was my 'play momma' on the playground. She is seriously one of the most optimistic individuals that I know. Its contagious and I'm so happy that she's here.

2. Mandi - her sister's great granddaughter. She grew up outside of Detroit and when I first saw a pic of her as a little girl, I was like 'whoa! She looks like me!' We've come into our own as adults but we still have a lot of similar features. Hair texture, skin color, nose, and eyes. Neither of us can smile with our eyes open - Ha!

3. Courtney - Her brother's grandson. Crazy thing is that he's been here for a year! And lives around the corner from The Boy. He and his GF are sooooo cute so I think they're my new favorites! Had an Ikea run with them yesterday and I'm happy that he's here.

My grandmother was the youngest of her siblings but she had the shortest time here on earth. Being the product of young parents, I spent a lot of time with my grandparents and it still brings me to tears to mention her passing but I'm glad to have little reminders of her here with me.

I'm Ready...

...to get organized. Studio living has really changed me. I'm all about maximizing my use of space and getting rid of clutter. I still have a few boxes that need to be chopped down from my one bedroom but I'm getting there. I've moved up in apartment size over the past 6 years and then I took a dramatic leap down. All to 'live in the city' but I do love it. I literally gave up about 400 sqft of apartment space in a nice cozy suburban area to live across from the PJs in DC. But I love it. There are a few things that make me want to scream and run back across the bridge to Virginia but I love being able to run home and walk the dog and then be right out again.

Back on subject... I'm getting organized. I've got a side hustle going that has caused my jewelry inventory to increase and since I've got all of this extra jewlry laying around, I've got lots of things to organize and I'm on it. I love personal projects and here is one of my inspirations thus far....

What's in a Name?

So my mom has been wishing for grandchildren for sometime now. She sees clothes and sends me pictures (so extra), gets upset every time I let a boy go (I'm just not ready), and even came up with her "grandmother" name (Honey). The name is actually very fitting as it matches my mother's sweet and sassy personality and complexion.

So I've been referring to her as Honey so that I'm in the habit when a magical baby actually comes. My mother loves to talk and share which is no surprise as to how I became to be this way. She's a beauty queen so she swaps clothing, makeup, and beauty product ideas with me and her friends. Of course she shares her spiritual beliefs, hopes, dreams, and even told everyone about her "Honey" idea and her "Honeybabies."

But when she heard one of her close friend's granddaughter call her friend "Honey," I think she was hurt. She won't admit it but some things just aren't meant to be shared. It's different especially you didn't originate the idea or even mention that you were planning to use it. It's stealing. Granted it's intangible and it's just a name but it meant something for my mother. They say that imitation is one of the greatest forms of flattery but is it really? No it's not. It's stealing.

Granted we all share things amongst our friends but be you and let your friends be them. Especially if you take ideas as if they are your own to seem original and don't have the courtesy to let the person know that you are "borrowing" without proper credit. MY Honey will be the greatest Honey of all time!