V-Dazzle your Va-J for Valentine's Day!
At the spa we're offering crystal tattoos for Valentine's Day. It's $5 to add on to a Brazilian Bikini Wax, and $10 otherwise. Some product genius at Swarvoski decided that all the little girls who liked to stick sparkly things on their skin in high school would jump at the "grown up" version. And some marketing genius thought they should call the product... Vajazzling
Frankly, that seems to be a bit much to me, but what do I know? Clearly people want Swarvoski crystals on -- ahem -- delicate areas. I imagine it would be scratchy, when stumbled (or not) upon? Because the only reason to get any kind of tattoo where you get brazilian bikini waxing, is to show it to someone. Right? While it's all well and good for show and tell, it can't be too comfortable for anyone else who may be encountering the crystals. And then they might rub off. There goes your $5 bucks!
But as the title of this blog says. If it's pink or sparkles I'll wear it. So I'll be modeling for the training. Hopefully. And while the spa is marketing it as a V-Dazzle I'll be dazzling some other body part. And then I'll post pictures. Unless they absolutely must practice putting it where most people will. In that case there won't be pictures. But you can ponder that sparkly image on your valentine's day.
the rest is still UNwritten
My Body is a Piece of Art
photo by Jaqi Medlock
January 22, 2011
January 19, 2011
Punctuation and Perception.
Woman without her man is nothing.
This simple phrase without punctuation could have several meanings. For example:
Woman without her man, is nothing.
or
Woman, without her man is nothing.
Punctuation and Perception. It helps us to put the emphasis on the right syllable
I think that a lot of things shape our perceptions in life. Where you're from, how you're raised, life experiences (or lack there of), people, places and circumstances. We are where we are in life because of the things that have happened prior. I'm thinking of two individuals I know (look I'm not going to talk about myself in this one. Orange you glad I didn't say banana?) I don't know specifics of family life, but I think background-wise they're pretty similar.
Similarities:
This simple phrase without punctuation could have several meanings. For example:
Woman without her man, is nothing.
or
Woman, without her man is nothing.
Punctuation and Perception. It helps us to put the emphasis on the right syllable
I think that a lot of things shape our perceptions in life. Where you're from, how you're raised, life experiences (or lack there of), people, places and circumstances. We are where we are in life because of the things that have happened prior. I'm thinking of two individuals I know (look I'm not going to talk about myself in this one. Orange you glad I didn't say banana?) I don't know specifics of family life, but I think background-wise they're pretty similar.
Similarities:
- "split" homes (in that the mother and father are divorced or separated).
- not quite inner city and I don't know how to say this and be politically correct so I'll just leave that to your imagination... We'll say this. In all my private school bred glory, I may have garnered some attention...and not known how to deal with all the *ahem* swag?
- Very passionate about a particular thing in their life, and becoming successful at what they dream
One took his education in a not so great suburb and athletic talent, and got a scholarship to an excellent university. The other took his skills to the commercial industry. And was successful for a few weeks.
One continues to study hard, play hard, and work hard for what he wants. The other smokes hard, drinks hard, and plays harder, with a swag that says "can't touch this"
One will graduate probably with honors from a prestigious university. The other will play clubs, with his aspiring artists, for little to no pay.
I'm not trying to praise one and disparage the other. Because I truly respect both men for having the courage and confidence to pursue the things they want, in a world where they are presumed to fail. I'm simply pointing out the different perceptions of life that they have. I admire both of them for completely different reasons, and sometimes wish I had the confidence in myself that they both exude so potently.
Confidence can make or break a person in this life. Some people have it naturally; a result of having and expecting everything to go their way because they deserve it. Some people have built it, with hard work and careful planning. And some people have to work every damn day to even begin to believe that they may be worthy of anything good that happens to them in this life. Being confident is much easier said than done. But adding confidence can change your perceptions.
So tonight, I'll leave you with this story. Michelle and Barack (I almost put their last name, but I really hope you know who they are. And recognize my first name basis with the first fam...) went to some little diner and the owner called Michelle off to chat. When she got back Barack asked her about it and she said that she had dated him some time ago. So Barack then said, "if you had married him, you would be the owner of a diner." And what did the oh so sassy first lady say? She replied, "if I'd married him, he would be the president of the United States."
You ponder that. Feel free to share your opinions on perceptions. I haven't said so before but as our readership grows (to include my sisters, lol) I love to hear feedback. If you have any, or an interesting topic you'd like me to ponder. With all of my 21-year-old perspective hit me up.
the rest is still UNwritten.
January 12, 2011
Baby, Baby, Baby, Oh!
Babies! Everyone loves babies. I'm not particularly fond of most children, but there are .... (let me count)... 13 (Yes! Thirteen) that for sure hold my heart. And then I get to send them home to their mothers. =) Which is even better.
I recently heard of some people that I went to high school with that are settling down (as if we've really had time to sow wild oats, etc.) and getting married. And there are some that have been married. And have children. Or multiple children. I mean... we're 24 and under. I'm not knocking anyone's personal preferences, because hey! maybe you really want to be a mother right now! but personally, I can't fathom having responsibility for another life. I can barely scrape by taking care of myself. And a house plant. Let alone trying to take care of a husband and a baby.
I want to sow wild oats... in the tamest manner of speaking that is. I want to pick up my life and move half way across the world, because I can. I want to take a nine month contract on a cruise ship, or touring and live 36 weeks on the road. Why? Because I'm 21 dammit. I can pick up and go out at 11:30 at night with no problem. Or I can decide I'm too lazy to go to the grocery store and the only person that suffers scrambled eggs for breakfast, lunch and dinner for a week is me. Or I can decide that I absolutely must buy that top from H&M and maybe I'll just have to wait until my next paycheck to do something else for myself. Essentially, I have a good long while to be selfish and indulge my life the way I see fit. It's my body, I do what I want.
And thankfully, being the baby in my now quite extensive immediate family, my sisters have provided two arms full of children to keep the grandparents happy. Well, I'm my mom's only, but she's got at least four that will call her "Marvel Marvel" and it seems she's in no particular rush for my line...*ahem*... sorry, just one. maybe two. We'll see about that.
Anywhoo. here's a list. Of the kids that matter most to me. My nieces & nephews, by sister, in chronological order for both.
KW:
Taelor, 14
Morgane, 11
Gyna:
Solomon, 14
TK, 10
D:
Nigel (The Prince), 3
Princess Delaney, due April 2011
Shaunee:
EJ, 2 this month
Shay:
Sharae, 3
Q, 1
Sir Jay, 4 weeks
Ree:
The Twins (Elijah & Esiah), 2
Queenie, 1
I don't know if this list will continue to expand. Frankly I think my sisters are well on their way to creating an entire pre-school/kindergarten class in Iowa. But that's neither here nor there. I'm quite excited about the newest Davis Princess. And my Nigel remains the one and only Prince.
the rest is still UNwritten
I recently heard of some people that I went to high school with that are settling down (as if we've really had time to sow wild oats, etc.) and getting married. And there are some that have been married. And have children. Or multiple children. I mean... we're 24 and under. I'm not knocking anyone's personal preferences, because hey! maybe you really want to be a mother right now! but personally, I can't fathom having responsibility for another life. I can barely scrape by taking care of myself. And a house plant. Let alone trying to take care of a husband and a baby.
I want to sow wild oats... in the tamest manner of speaking that is. I want to pick up my life and move half way across the world, because I can. I want to take a nine month contract on a cruise ship, or touring and live 36 weeks on the road. Why? Because I'm 21 dammit. I can pick up and go out at 11:30 at night with no problem. Or I can decide I'm too lazy to go to the grocery store and the only person that suffers scrambled eggs for breakfast, lunch and dinner for a week is me. Or I can decide that I absolutely must buy that top from H&M and maybe I'll just have to wait until my next paycheck to do something else for myself. Essentially, I have a good long while to be selfish and indulge my life the way I see fit. It's my body, I do what I want.
And thankfully, being the baby in my now quite extensive immediate family, my sisters have provided two arms full of children to keep the grandparents happy. Well, I'm my mom's only, but she's got at least four that will call her "Marvel Marvel" and it seems she's in no particular rush for my line...*ahem*... sorry, just one. maybe two. We'll see about that.
Anywhoo. here's a list. Of the kids that matter most to me. My nieces & nephews, by sister, in chronological order for both.
KW:
Taelor, 14
Morgane, 11
Gyna:
Solomon, 14
TK, 10
D:
Nigel (The Prince), 3
Princess Delaney, due April 2011
Shaunee:
EJ, 2 this month
Shay:
Sharae, 3
Q, 1
Sir Jay, 4 weeks
Ree:
The Twins (Elijah & Esiah), 2
Queenie, 1
I don't know if this list will continue to expand. Frankly I think my sisters are well on their way to creating an entire pre-school/kindergarten class in Iowa. But that's neither here nor there. I'm quite excited about the newest Davis Princess. And my Nigel remains the one and only Prince.
the rest is still UNwritten
January 7, 2011
I Tied My Handlebars to the Stars so I Stay on Track
Jeremiah 29:11 11 For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.
Not to sound cocky or arrogant, but I'm fairly confident that I have been reasonably good at everything I've attempted to do in my life. I'm an excellent dancer, a phenomenal cheerleader, a stellar softball player - this is a great exercise in adjectives - I always got good grades in school. And all of this came relatively easy. One may go so far as to say it was a case of How to Succeed in Life, without Really Trying, Because I didn't have to exert a lot of energy to do well in my life.
As a kid (and I'm using this term loosely, in the description that I was a "kid" until sometime about 2 years ago) I exerted exactly enough energy to get through what I needed to do. No more, and no less. It was with that mentality that I came to NYU. And in my first year there, the negativity nearly consumed me. With no one around to actively make me be better, I could skate by on half-assed attempts at everything; and still pass with flying colors. But that wasn't being the best that I could be; it wasn't plans to prosper at all. Those were plans to "sit around on my ass, because I may or may not be good enough to do anything after I graduate with a degree in dance" or "someday live in a box, because I picked a major that I like and have no idea how to use it."
In light of all these things, really reaching for the things I want in life is absolutely, without a doubt, the single most terrifying thing I'll ever do. Whether it be dance or men, auditioning or dating if I really wanted it, in the past I would only make a mediocre attempt at getting it. And for what? Because I was scared I might not get it? They may pick someone else? He may not want me?
Fear?
My God is bigger than anything on this earth. He's bigger than anything I could ever fear. And there's no reason to fear. I know all this theoretically, but hey! Rome wasn't built in a day! ;-) I am making a valiant effort (in my opinion) to eradicate every fear that I have.
First step: acknowledgement. Can't overcome it, if you're pretending it doesn't exist.
Step 2: practice. Not that I practice failing, mind you. No! Practice being in situations you would normally fear. But then don't.
Numero Tres: Trust. That you can do it. That God knows exactly what is planned.
Four: I can do all things through Christ...'nuff said
That's my New Years Resolution for 2011. To Trust my God and His plan. To follow where He leads. To know that Shirley (inside joke. sucks if you're on the outside), goodness and mercy will always be with me, and I will dwell in the House of the Lord. Forever.
This is my journey. And you are my audience. It's only the beginning.
the rest is still UNwritten...
Not to sound cocky or arrogant, but I'm fairly confident that I have been reasonably good at everything I've attempted to do in my life. I'm an excellent dancer, a phenomenal cheerleader, a stellar softball player - this is a great exercise in adjectives - I always got good grades in school. And all of this came relatively easy. One may go so far as to say it was a case of How to Succeed in Life, without Really Trying, Because I didn't have to exert a lot of energy to do well in my life.
As a kid (and I'm using this term loosely, in the description that I was a "kid" until sometime about 2 years ago) I exerted exactly enough energy to get through what I needed to do. No more, and no less. It was with that mentality that I came to NYU. And in my first year there, the negativity nearly consumed me. With no one around to actively make me be better, I could skate by on half-assed attempts at everything; and still pass with flying colors. But that wasn't being the best that I could be; it wasn't plans to prosper at all. Those were plans to "sit around on my ass, because I may or may not be good enough to do anything after I graduate with a degree in dance" or "someday live in a box, because I picked a major that I like and have no idea how to use it."
In light of all these things, really reaching for the things I want in life is absolutely, without a doubt, the single most terrifying thing I'll ever do. Whether it be dance or men, auditioning or dating if I really wanted it, in the past I would only make a mediocre attempt at getting it. And for what? Because I was scared I might not get it? They may pick someone else? He may not want me?
Fear?
My God is bigger than anything on this earth. He's bigger than anything I could ever fear. And there's no reason to fear. I know all this theoretically, but hey! Rome wasn't built in a day! ;-) I am making a valiant effort (in my opinion) to eradicate every fear that I have.
First step: acknowledgement. Can't overcome it, if you're pretending it doesn't exist.
Step 2: practice. Not that I practice failing, mind you. No! Practice being in situations you would normally fear. But then don't.
Numero Tres: Trust. That you can do it. That God knows exactly what is planned.
Four: I can do all things through Christ...'nuff said
That's my New Years Resolution for 2011. To Trust my God and His plan. To follow where He leads. To know that Shirley (inside joke. sucks if you're on the outside), goodness and mercy will always be with me, and I will dwell in the House of the Lord. Forever.
This is my journey. And you are my audience. It's only the beginning.
the rest is still UNwritten...
January 1, 2011
But Baby It's Bad Out There
Happy Holidaays!!
Merry Christmas and all that. It was my first Christmas outside of Cincinnati, OH this year. And while it wasn't the organized chaos (alright fine, just straight up chaos) that is Christmas with my family. I have to say that my holiday was nice.
Happy and Merry & all my love to those I haven't seen this season. Which is in fact everyone besides my mother. She came up to the BK to spend some quality time with her favorite offspring -- That's me. Remember how I told you we always have adventures? Well surprisingly enough we didn't this time. Mommy came up on Wednesday...or Thursday...I can't remember. She did her thing and I did mine; we both were working etc. On Christmas eve when went to Manhattan to go see a show. The theaters were dark. Duh. We went out to dinner instead and then went home.
Christmas day dawned bright and early at 11:30 AM. I managed to get out of bed before noon and had opened all my cards by 11:45. We then proceeded to spend the rest of the day laying around my apartment - in our pajamas- reading. I know, I know, super nerdy, but no one asked for your opinion. And then... the snow came. Bum. Bum. Bum. and it snowed. and snowed. and snowed.
A bit late for a white Christmas, and seeing as how I did have places to go and people to see I was disinclined to "Let it Snow" et. merda. The ridiculousness we watched out of my window while people tried to drive in a blizzard was priceless. Abandoned cars littered my street, as drivers finally realized no amount of gunning the gas would get them unstuck. There was an 18 wheeler outside of my apartment building for over 24 hours. The plows were unable to do their jobs, and thus the snow was ridic as it just built up. I got a nice little snow day, seeing as how I couldn't get out of Brooklyn without any of the trains or buses running. The B and Q trains were out of commission for 4 days. And I had spend roughly 90 minutes on my commute to and from work Tuesday and Wednesday.
Finally, FINALLY!! The snow was manageable and the trains were back on track (no pun intended) just in time for NYE. I had a sailor as a house guest for New Years. He was lovely, and I had an excellent night of drunken debauchery. Happy New Years!!
May 2011 bring you all that you wish, desire, and deserve. Continue to follow Him and He will direct your paths.
the rest is still UNwritten
Merry Christmas and all that. It was my first Christmas outside of Cincinnati, OH this year. And while it wasn't the organized chaos (alright fine, just straight up chaos) that is Christmas with my family. I have to say that my holiday was nice.
Happy and Merry & all my love to those I haven't seen this season. Which is in fact everyone besides my mother. She came up to the BK to spend some quality time with her favorite offspring -- That's me. Remember how I told you we always have adventures? Well surprisingly enough we didn't this time. Mommy came up on Wednesday...or Thursday...I can't remember. She did her thing and I did mine; we both were working etc. On Christmas eve when went to Manhattan to go see a show. The theaters were dark. Duh. We went out to dinner instead and then went home.
Christmas day dawned bright and early at 11:30 AM. I managed to get out of bed before noon and had opened all my cards by 11:45. We then proceeded to spend the rest of the day laying around my apartment - in our pajamas- reading. I know, I know, super nerdy, but no one asked for your opinion. And then... the snow came. Bum. Bum. Bum. and it snowed. and snowed. and snowed.
A bit late for a white Christmas, and seeing as how I did have places to go and people to see I was disinclined to "Let it Snow" et. merda. The ridiculousness we watched out of my window while people tried to drive in a blizzard was priceless. Abandoned cars littered my street, as drivers finally realized no amount of gunning the gas would get them unstuck. There was an 18 wheeler outside of my apartment building for over 24 hours. The plows were unable to do their jobs, and thus the snow was ridic as it just built up. I got a nice little snow day, seeing as how I couldn't get out of Brooklyn without any of the trains or buses running. The B and Q trains were out of commission for 4 days. And I had spend roughly 90 minutes on my commute to and from work Tuesday and Wednesday.
Finally, FINALLY!! The snow was manageable and the trains were back on track (no pun intended) just in time for NYE. I had a sailor as a house guest for New Years. He was lovely, and I had an excellent night of drunken debauchery. Happy New Years!!
May 2011 bring you all that you wish, desire, and deserve. Continue to follow Him and He will direct your paths.
the rest is still UNwritten
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