A Mom Who Raps? WTF She Doing?
Yea I know – I should be at home knitting or some shit. And yet here the fuck we are.
Maybe you didn’t know – My daughter grown.
She was the one that wanted me to start sharing my poetry.
It speaks to people, especially women who have been through a dumbshit relationship.
If it weren’t for my daughter – this would never be shared.
Thank you Princess for convincing me – I was great – even if it is only in your eyes – I will take it – cause your eyes are the ones that matter the most – Love you bug!
Goaldigging Together – Team Effort – Momma Rapping
The thing about goal digging is that you will hear people say, including myself from time to time, that saying “I don’t need anybody”.
Well we feel like this, often times because there isn’t a supportive base. There is so much struggle in the world, but if I see a friend trying to showcase their talent – then I am going to do my best to lift them up, regardless of how the result comes for me. When we help each other – it sets a snowball effect of boosting each other up, it makes people feel good. You should never expect anything in return, if we care about each other – then we care about each other’s passion.
Sometimes it is so simple to make a huge impact in someone’s life, one that doesn’t cost you anything.
It only causes you a share after you read this. I pay attention – I pay it forward, and notice the ones that have been there along the way.
Sharing a friend’s vision or dream – that means the world. And even if we don’t know each other – if you are here reading – I hope you share your vision with the world, and I hope your friends and family help you rise along the way.
Lets rise together.
Making Music Move ~ A Man on the Rise ~ An Up ~ Coming Artist Hitting the Rap Scene
And who would have even fucking knew? Not me? Why because I wasn’t paying attention. And like HOW tf NOONE gonna tell me about it?
Like what’s up hills? Like I didn’t see that shit on the school website? Like come on now. Like why am I always the last to know?
Like let me tell yall something too. Even when this man messaged me, I curbed him.
I hate to admit it, I didn’t even look at his profile. It’s instagram, it doesn’t say who it is.
And I’m so focused on me right now, I said thanks and kept moving.
He was actually telling me good job on my music. I was appreciative and very thankful but in my experience on Instagram, soon he would tell me he was stationed in Afghanistan and needs a wife soon after I picked up on his broken English even though he was from Michigan ???? So anyways yeah kept it moving.
For some time too.
Till the next message.
Now as you can see there is over 2 weeks in those messages but then he said that, and I was like hold the fks up. Who is you??? So investigative Annie came out to play and discovered this is my middle thru high school friend Herbert. Now I am sure this is his preferred name, however I called him Herby.
The crazy thing is, this boy he was smart and discovered still very driven into his dreams although different in ways that I would come to discover.
We have been out of school for close to 20 years. I know, I know ladies, reality tho. The last time I seen him, was so long ago, it’s rather blurry but he was in a white sedan that was broke down and he had no time to deal with visiting at that moment. And we never seen each other again.
We were pretty close in school so I was super happy to connect once again.
But then I discovered he does this all music thing.
He writes music like whhhaaattt???
So he sends me some of his music and I’m completely fucking took back. Like dam homie air high five cause like you done went through some shit and now you speaking on some real shit.
And like it’s pretty bad ass having a friend that shares artistic talents.
I hope y’all give him a go.
And share it up please.
Small town people, rarely make it out and up, let’s help him rise yall. Support me, by supporting him, and I will see and support you too in your endeavors
#letselivate
Mourning a Loss
It has been 14 years today that my life changed forever, it was the day I lost my father. I woke up with intentions of it being a good day – and I was going to stay positive. Sometimes even driving your mindset it the right direction – it decides to derail and take you through some rough terrain. And that is okay. I know I am processing and coping. As each year passes – different emotions surface.
My dad left 3 ladies down here to fend for ourselves in a very unkind world. He was our rock, and we each have learned to stand firm together, but alone.
I am still coping. I have great parents. I love them both dearly. Fly High Daddy – your Princesses are down here thinking about you and how much we miss you.
Tonight – I will be curled up in blankets and pictures.
I promise I will be up and cheerful again in due time.
Fat to Fit in Fast Forward – Transforming Life
Attached you will see some of the transitional workout pictures. I am so blessed to be where I am at today with my weightloss journey.
Consistency is Key
WTF Fried Banana Butter Pecan Homemade Ice Cream Recipe???
Fried Banana Butter Pecan Ice Cream
OOOooooo ICE CREAM
So a little history on ice cream – I am about that life. There is never not a good time for ice cream. I mean seriously, ice cream is one of the most universal foods in the world. And the options are endless, especially when you make it at home.
Now the recipe is suited for me, and my diet. This was also made on my cheat day – but can also be made to suite the keto diet – by omitting the banana and the agave, replace with stevia.
The concept is pretty simple – fry up some fruit and nuts, and add to some heavy whipping cream.
In the video attached, you will see the making of this beautiful creation.
Yes the video is rough – but it is real. It also goes into the very small details that makes a difference.
Ingredients:
Cream:
6 ounces of heavy whipping cream
2 tbsp of sugar free hazelnut (works good with vanilla too)
Fried Fruits and Nuts:
1 cap of vanilla (this is what I typically always use for recipes)
1 banana
1/4 cup of pecans
1/4 cup of almonds
1/4 cup of coconut
2 tbsp of sweet cream butter
Melt butter in frying pan over medium high heat. Once melted and heated add your almond slices, and chopped pecans, let it cook for a few minutes to soften. Roughly 4-6 minutes. Then you will add your vanilla, coconut, and banana. Continue to fry for a few minutes allowing them to crisp a little on each side.
While this is frying – go ahead and prep your cream base by simply mixing your creamer and your heavy whipping cream. I put this in the freezer for a few minutes – then whip it up, but not to a full whip, just slightly before.
Put your fried fruits and nuts in the bottom of a pan, pour cream over, cover and set in freezer until firm.
Bam – fried banana butter pecan tropical ice cream.
Because I wanted to.
HAHAHAHA
My Mum is Dropping Pounds
Yep – she is down 21 pounds and I couldn’t be happier for her.
Get it momma 🙂
Modified version of the diabetic diet combined with modified keto.
You have to figure out what works for you 🙂
Get it momma.
Humanizing Emotions
It’s always been hard for me to show emotion. And typically when I do, I come off angry instead of sad.
I look back over my 20s and I was mad. Mad about a lot of stuff. Mostly on how people could work so hard to struggle so much. Even in my early twenties I used to think to myself wow, like these people I knew, the ones better off financially what a great life that must have been. You know to never get made fun of because your clothes tore on the playground, or because everything gained always had to be a fight to get. When I was going through my first divorce I was probably the maddest. While I was working two jobs, going to school, he was taking trips with his new wife. I struggled everyday of my life for the little that we had. Of course that isn’t my mindset today. Today I look back and I realized how blessed and how hard my parents worked for what little we did have. It’s hard to make it in this life. I am incredibly blessed for everything in my life. Everything. Down to even the negatives. Every thing within the house I am in, I worked for. I bought. I plan on, Lord willing buying the house I am in too. But that has been a battle since even before I moved in due to student loans. Cause you know, improvement is great, until you go to a school and acquire a degree that you can not use, and now that school is being sued by the department of education so you are waiting for Devoss to make her move so that hopefully your debt to income ratio flips and you can finally buy that house you are in love with. But hey, even though I’ve been waiting for 2.5 years, I am hopeful something happens soon before I loose my chance to buy the house. Ass to action Devoss. Some of us have dreams and ur holding us up.(I filed before I moved into the house, if you want more information, Google Corinthian College Fraud)
anyways
All that anger was really just pain. It was a combination of failed relationships, me failing as a mother, me failing as a daughter, just a lot. Then my dad passed away. Well I never processed any of my emotions. My life was in fast forward for so long that my emotions really only consisted of happy, or mad, no in between.
Well things have slowed down, and I am processing, I am healing. So some times the emotions I never processed, well they sneak up on me. And that is okay. It’s helping me heal. And I would rather process and heal than to be angry and upset all the time.
Excuse me I’m healing 💓
Cheesy Chasing Omelette
When I say cheesy – I mean cheesy.
This omelette is actually incredibly easy to make – just – and feeds quite a few people.
So if you are on a tight budget – and trying to get creative with your eggs – here ya go.
Makes for a beautiful plating – and is quite scrumptious.
Make an omelette roll, top with some more yum. If you are unfamiliar with how to roll an omelette – make a very thin layer, and roll like a roll-up.
Omelette
6 eggs
1/4 cup of heavy whipping cream
Butter for the pan
Cheese sauce
2 tbsp of butter
1/2 cup of white sharp cheddar cheese
Salt, pepper, parsley, to taste.
I Smell Cakes and Candy 