The Bronze

Well, today my son and his classmates had the ballroom dance finals. They came in bronze. I knew they would place in the bronze when we all arrived at the school and 3 of the dancers didn't show (2 males and 1 female).

I really am proud of all the children who did show, they really tried to fill in for the others plus, do their parts.

When my son and his classmates stepped forward to accept their medals, I yelled (during a moment of quiet), "Timothy, I love you baby!" Which made everyone turn to look at me.

Afterwards, he was like, "Why did you scream that?" Me: HAHAHA. "It's a mother's job to embarrass her child. Anyway, I was proud and I do love you boy."

A few of his classmates were a little sad but, he was so proud of his bronze medal he wore it all the home for all to see.






I realized when we got home, I didn't take any pictures of just him. They are either of him and his dance partner or of the entire group. I didn't want to post a picture of anyone's child here (I know some parents don't want pictures of their children posted all over the Internet) so, that is why I cropped the one above.

That's my little man!

A Month of Rambling

It has been a month since I have updated my personal blog :(

Let's see . . .Part 1

First thing, my son was looking through my cellphone when he says to me, "You have 500 pictures in your phone." I look at him puzzled because the only pictures I take with my phone are the contact ones. A photo (if possible) to go with the number. Well, it turns out that the blogger Picasa photo album shows up on my phone. Who knew and why didn't you share that with me.
So, I had to go on Picasa and delete all the photos except for a few I forgot I took and wanted to keep. Also, I now know that I need to be very careful what photos I use here or I will have to spend a few minutes deleting them from my phone.
Speaking of photos . .
I was going to use a photo from Mother's Day with this post. . . my children and I participated in the Susan G Komen Race for the Cure . . . but the one photo I have us all three of us, I look horrid.
Speaking of horrid . . .
I am going crazy because of stink bugs. For those of you who don't have the problem . . whoop de do for you. My city has been invaded by them. I hate these damn bugs (looks at one crawling up wall). I can't keep them the hell out of my house. They can have outside . . . just stay out of my house!
Speaking of house. . .
My house is falling apart and I am too broke to fix it.

Now begins . . . Part 2
How is my year going so far? It has been a high followed by two lows before the next high. I have been allowing depression and fear to steal my dreams and put a hold on my plans. That is not good at all when all you got is your dreams. I am working it out and have put myself in a position that is now do or die. Hopefully, I do so me and mine survive. The funny thing is that even though I am single and celibate neither of those things have been a hindrance just let's me focus on what I need to do.
So, if being single is not part of the low why does it still factor in my lows? It's because I am not seeking a new relationship but sometimes still get down over one lost. But I . . . for the most part. . . am past it. Being single and sex free has given me time to concentrate on me. Yes, I am learning all about me and I really like me. My past no longer controls my future.
I a few days I plan on posting about my single, non-dating, sex-free life and those who would like to change it from being so.

Lastly . . .Part 3

My son recently turned 11. Both my babies are getting big. He has his ballroom dancing finals this month.
Let me tell you the story about my daughter. My daughter is 15. So, we were in Toys R' US so my son could get new Lego sets. He loves those things. Well, my daughter was telling me about this doll (La La Loopsy) that she wanted. She finds one and I tell her I am not buying her a $25 dollar doll she is too old to play with. Me: Is La La Loopsy going to buy you some clothes? Blah blah blah. Anyway, she starts tearing up. Like she was about ready to cry. Now, I knew she really wanted that thing because she normal just puts something I fuss about back and keeps moving. So, I brought her the doll which is sitting nicely on her bed with her stuffed dog. She has had the stuffed dog since she was 1. Her love for that stuffed dog is serious.


Well, that is it for now.

Tattoo and Michael Jackson

If you are my friend on Facebook or follow me on Twitter you probably have already hear that I got my first tattoo this week.

Of course, here on the blog, I have a whole story to share with you guys. I have been saying for years that I wanted to get a tattoo. I just could not decide what I wanted on my body, because a tattoo is permanent. I didn't want to get something that later on I would wish I could erase. Well, suffice to say I finally had something I wanted on my body but for the last few years I did not act on it.
Then. . .my sister went and got a tattoo. I was so upset. . .why???? Because I wanted to get one first. She had a tattoo put on her arm in honor of our father who had died a few years ago.

That was it I knew I was going to get a tattoo. I had already chosen my personal logo, now it was a matter of where was I going to put it on my body. I decided on my right shoulder. I meant for it to be exactly on my shoulder. I went to the shop at 12:30pm to show the guy my picture, he asked me when did I want to get it. I was like today. I know the guy who owns the shop and had asked him about doing my first tattoo earlier but, he was surprised that I meant that day. He told me to let him sketch it out and I could come back and look at it. I said I be bake at 4:30 to get it done. I trusted he would get the sketch right.

So, at 4:15 (I arrived early . . . the excitement) I was looking at the sketch and after signing the paper, I was getting my first tattoo at 4:30.

That stuff hurts. I didn't make moaning noises or make him stop and give me a few moments (he told me I I needed to let him know), I just laid my head against the back off the chair and clutched my hands in my lap. And all the while he was attacking my skin with his needles of pain, I thought about animals being abused and how I wanted to save them all.

Finally, he was finished and I had this:






1. I have lots of moles on my back.(They seem to spreading all over my body, too. I need to look into that).
2. It is a lot bigger than just on my shoulder blade. There was no other way to do it and get all the detail. I really didn't realize how big I got it or that it was such a big deal until people saw it and were like . . Dag, girl. It seems many people who get their first tattoo start with small ones. As skoolboikrush tweeted me: " Damn, you went hard in the paint. That's nice. Go hard or go home." That was my attitude if I am going to put one on my body it is going to count.
3. The colors have darkened since I took this on Thursday (the day I got it done). So, it looks even better.
4. Brian is an amazing artist.

So, Friday evening me and my children played our favorite Wii game, Michael Jackson Experience. Okay Okay, it is my favorite game. The only thing that I wish is that they had given us more of his songs to dance too. I got mine from Game Stop but, I see that if I had gone to Walmart, I would have gotten 4 extra songs. If any one knows what they are let me know, I may have to get that version.

I decide to put up some video of me getting my Thriller on.
Let me say a few things first:

1. I am wearing the same shirt I wore in the pictures from Thursday. I am still wearing this same shirt Saturday as I type this. Guess what? I will be wearing it tomorrow on Sunday, as I lay around watching the Liz Taylor movie marathon. I am allowing my tattoo to breath all weekend. I have other backless shirts by why dirty them all. I take a bath and put this shirt back on. Don't judge me.

Anyway, I once held the high score for Thriller in my house.





Then my daughter came along and beat it last night by 600 points. She was like take a picture and post that. I refused to, I was very salty and plan on regaining my crown this evening.


Anyway, here is some video . . .my daughter forgot she was filming me for the first minute and a half so, I am off to the side. This video is tame because usually I am always over moving. Matter-of-fact, I did it twice and video tape it twice and the second video was better but, my shirt slipped down and my back rolls were showing. HAHA. I no post that.

Events and Supplies

I have decided that Saturday will be the day I update this blog. On Saturday, I will share my thoughts and happenings from the week. This is the best way to fit it in my schedule.

This week's Saturday post will be some what long since, I haven't updated in a few weeks.

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I am just about halfway through with my event planning class. *claps happily*

In class we are doing a project where we were separated in class into groups and we have to plan a mock event. Not wanting to do weddings, which other groups are doing, I suggested a women's networking event to my group. So, earlier this week we were sitting in our groups working when one of my classmates brought up that she is trying to get a job in the plant and flower conservatory in the city (they throw lavish events . . Obama had a dinner there).
I was busy making suggestions to the one girl (who first brought up the conservatory) ways I thought she could get her foot in the door there . . .like volunteering to help for other events there... when the other girl made some smart remark about "folding t-shirts".
I was like, maybe but at least you get in the door and can strike up conversation with people who are in charge.
Then, I began to realize something. Competition.
The other classmate in my group is trying to get that position too. Then, it turns out they are both trying to get a few of the same positions in other places.
To which one told the other, "I guess our resumes will be on the same desks" (I thought the way she said it sounded rather snarky).
I could only giggle inside because, I don't want any of those positions so, watching and listening to all of this was quite comical.

Another assignment (due this week), is a bowl decorated with what we would like most to do with our certificate. Let me better explain. Our teacher gave us small glass bowls. Inside the bowls we are to fill them with items that represent our ideal event. So, if I wanted to be a wedding planner . . . I would use items to represent a wedding.
Well, my main interest and reason why I am taking the class is for my business. I wanted to throw my own events and when the company grows and I hire others to do it, I still want to be knowledgeable about what it takes to have successful events.
Right now, my bowl looks like this:






For my presentation, I am going to tell my classmates, that QinH,LLC has various aspects/brands/blah blah blah. One of the brands is Queen in Heels. The first two events will be under Queen in Heels (I am currently planning the events, more to come about this in another post).
The purple glitter represents the color of the Company and the brand. Plus, the glitter is because I do everything fabulous (I got a big ego).
The heel represents . . Queen in Heels, the tag-line for the events *this is a high heel event* on the ads, and me.
The red ribbon is because, HIV/AIDS Awareness is the cause for these events and if you ever read Queen in Heels . . the site too.
My first two events are related, in two different cities and the main theme is women networking, I have to find a way to incorporate all this in the bowl, though I like it the way it is. I hate clutter.


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I have become an extreme couponer. Well, not extreme but, I am close. I recently went to Rite Aid and got $79 of items (brand name) for $23.
I am so proud of myself.

But, I think that even though I spend less I buy more which I am sure is not good. Anyway, I looking through my supply closets when my daughter was like, "Mommy really, do we really need more toilet paper?"
Me: "You planning to quit wiping your behind?"





52 rolls doesn't seem like enough to me. Toilet paper is used, in this house, everyday by three people at least 3 to 4 times (by each) a day.
I believe that there are certain items you should have an abundance of in the house. Toilet paper, maxi pads (2 females), soap, detergent, and dish liquid. Those items you are always going to need plenty of.








I'll spare you all the pictures I took of detergent and cleaning supplies.
I will admit having 6 deodorants just for myself (there are 2 in my room and the children use different brands but they are stocked too) is a bit much but, they were buy one get one half off and I had $2 off coupons.
But, can you see how my supplies are getting low?
I will be grabbing some more maxi-pads/tampons. Hey, I got 4 $2 off coupons and they are on sale buy one get one half off. Oh, and I got $3 of Venus razors coupon. Then, there are my store perks for shopping that I will be deducting. Winning.

I also have a reason behind my madness. I am hoping that by stocking up and by paying extra on bills it will help me when I am down to $1 until my next pay. And working for myself, who knows when that will come.

Besos

How is everyone? It has been so long. Too long. As always, I am sorry I have been neglecting my blog duties here. Posting, visiting others, and commenting. I am going to catch up on all of yours spots after I type this.

I have been busy trying to get QinH,LLC together. I also, have been busy with the Queen in Heels brand (the first of a few under QinH,LLC).


I hope to dedicate two hours a week to this blog and your blogs real soon.

Anyway, I am going to keep this post short and sweet. I want everyone to do me a favor and show some love to fellow blogger Kelley of The Words I Type. She wrote an amazing piece for me over at Queen in Heels.

Read it over and show her some love. Thanks Kelley. Thanks everyone for reading.

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