Day 25

What I would find in your bag (this line make no sense to me)
I assume they meant what you would find in my bag


1. Orbit gum
2. Maybelliene Falsies Mascara in Blackest Black
3. Rimmel Special Eyes Eyeliner Pencil in Black Magic
4. My work keys and swipe card
5. My Black berry
6. My pink ear buds
7. wallet
8. Blistex Complete Moisture (heavenly)

Day 24 (sorry for the delay work has been kicking my arse)

A letter to your parents


Dear Mom and Dad, 


      So twenty-nine years after giving birth to your little dark chocolate drop I hope you're as proud as you were that day. I'm fully aware that I was a handful or even two handfuls, but I'm so glad that things worked out exactly the way they did. 


Dad


I am so glad that I had the time I did with you. Those six years were the best of my life.  Our family was far from conventional, but a family is what we were nonetheless. I remember when you would dress up like Santa Clause and embarrass the daylights out of me, by giving dollars to all the neighborhood kids. I would cringe. But the kids loved you. So many of them were missing a father in their life. I was lucky and didn't even know it. Now I see what greatness I had. Even in the short six years we were together before God took you away, you showed me how I should be treated, and what kind of man to look for. You will always be the number one man in my life. I love you with all my heart.




Mom


We are so much alike, but so different. We annoy each other to no end, but no one on this earth has my back like you. You give unrequested advice. You push your opinions on me. And you're almost always digging off in my business. It boils my blood and I thank you for it everyday. After dad died things got rough. Really rough. But we made it together through it. And we can make it through anything. I remember the year after dad died you left for work one morning headed to work. It was five and you headed out into the dark cold winter to walk across town to work. As soon as you locked the door behind me I came to a scary epiphany. You were all I had left. I put on my winter gloves, scarf, hat, grabbed the meat cleaver and my coat. I followed behind you for five blocks. Keeping a blocks distance. It was solely my job now to protect my mother. And I was going to do it. Suddenly you turned around. In the midst of the snow, dark, and distance you knew it was me. "Valecia I'll be fine now go home and don't be late for the bus", you yelled. Maybe it was just your motherly intuition or just how well we we're in sync with each other. So I turned and ran back home. Small events like that have taken place my entire life. We will always be each others' number one cheerleaders'. Remember when we used to lcok each other out of the house for fun? Or the hiding game? LOL. Thanks for being my best friend. I am forever indebted. You are truly the greatest. 

Day 23

Something you crave for a lot




This one was pretty hard so I had to ask my booskie to name something I craved. Initially I wasn't going to use his answer because I thought of all the negative connotations that come along with it, but then I realized. It's the truth. And a part of who I am. Soooo......


I crave attention. 


Not look at me my clothes are too tight, my cleavage is too much type attention. I was my father's only daughter (that we know of lol) and I was always his princess. I was my mom's only child so....of course I was her princess. I treat myself like.....you guessed it..a princess. So Ms. Princess Valecia expects that same treatment from the man I love. I'm not a whiner. I'm not all high and mighty with my behaviorisms. But I will pout a bit if I don't get the proper amount of hugs, kisses, and cuddle time that I feel I need daily. I don't consider it to be a bad thing. And I won't stop it. It's far better than me craving cheeseburgers or crack. And far less expensive or self-destructive. Yes *stands up* my name is Valecia and I crave attention. Admitting it is the first step. But then again I never want to change. Everyone wants to know they are loved. I'm no different. I just want my assurance...daily. 

Throwback Thursday

I am a music freak. Most importantly and R & B freak. I can attach a song to almost every important part of my life. Exes. College. Jobs. Friends. It all is connected to a song. So I thought what better way to go down memory lane than start a new feature simply entitled, "Throwback Thursday". Now this isn't the 106th and Park tacky ass Throwback Thursday. This just a time to reflect on some of the best music and times of my life with my followers. Well the first TT goes to one of my faves RL (from the 90's R & B group NEXT). I recently just started following his very sexy arse on twitter and it reminded me how great his music was. That lead me to pick this video. 


June 1, 2002 I moved into my very first apartment. I lived in a third floor studio in old historic set of gorgeous apartments. I felt so....confident. Between my car, new apartment, pending junior year of college, and full-time job I felt unstoppable against the world. I still had a lot to learn, but at THAT moment I was on top of the world.  Almost every night that summer I would step out on my fire escape merlot in hand and listen to Midnight Love on BET (if you're old enough you know, if not don't bother). One warm summer night there was a thunderstorm, but I sat out there anyway....I turned around to see this beautiful video and song. 


By the time the video was over my face was mixed with raindrops and teardrops and since I have been in love with him and this song.....Throwback Thursday. RL. Good Man. *sigh* Real Music.

Day 22

What makes you different from everyone else


Hmmmm what an interesting post topic. This seems so easy. Yet the most difficult one yet. What makes me different??? The answer is hard to communicate. The same things that make me different are also the same things that make me the same. 


I'm a woman that has aimed for the stars and in my humble opinion landed right on the grass. At the age of nineteen I was a journalism major with dreams of being "bigger than Oprah". Fast forward ten years later and I'm a waitress that is literally bigger than oprah. And as earth shattering as that may have been to my ego it hasn't stopped me. I don't do what I want to do. I do what needs to be done. 


I'm nice. I'm a bitch. I'm very serious. I'm a goofball. I'm a hardworker. I'm lazy. I'm a lover. And a fighter. I live a working woman's life, but I have an aristocrats mind. The first person you ask for honest and good advice, but the last person to take my own. I am a plethora of things all at once. An anomaly if you will. 


What makes me different from everyone else?? The fact that I'm the same as each and every person I meet. No matter how different you all may be. 

Day 21

A picture of something/someone that makes you happy

My little cousin Kosheda .I am so proud of her. She is currently studying elementary education in Alabama and she is is the sunshine of my life. Honestly I am blessed to have a little cousin like her and hate the idea of being so far away from my favorite person on earth. I love the fact that somewhere down the line in her past twenty years some of my funny cynical, sarcastic ways have grown on her. However she is still a sweetheart. Kind and goodhearted as the day she was born. Now if some of that could rub off on me. 

The Countdown to 30.......

So I have discussed it many times before. Just last month I celebrated my 29th birthday. The great years of careless twenties are almost behind me. As my thirties loom around the corner in just a mere:

• 332 days
• 10 months, 29 days
• 47 weeks (rounded down)
• 7968 hours
• 478,080 minutes
• 28,684,800 seconds

Yes I went into THAT much detail to discuss my fear of the looming three oh. I've come to the conclusion lately that with such an exciting and scary milestone coming I need to re-evaluate my princess-like ways. When thirty comes knocking I don't want to look anything like it. So it's time adjust my health. Time for healthy hair, skin, body, positive vibes, and just an all-around better view of things....So welcome to my new feature "The Countdown". As I strive to use this section to discuss my fears, emotions, and changes and I head toward a new stage of life. Because contrary to what Jay-Z said thirty is NOT the new twenty. Thirty is the same old damn thirty.