Kachup!

Hello people, here with more updates and information. I don't want to be a debbie downer but I (2 weeks ago) came out of the hospital. The reason you may ask: diverticulitis. The short of it: my large intestine had an infection and yes it was painful. The only thing I'm upset about was not being able to go out in field service:( Anyhoo, let me take a moment to talk about my friends. I am blessed to have wonderful, beautiful, caring friends. When I was hospitalized, they looked out for my girls when they went outside, some came with food, others with their humor, but all with their love. Much appreciated. Jehovah has truly shown me the gift of friendship.
I noticed that as the seasons change, so must I, and saying that, time for new hair routine. I stumbled across a youtube video by a young lady (Naptural85) who had a clean fresh attitude especially about hair products. What intrigued me the most (I do have hair envy, I haven't had that in a long time), she resubmitted a new video reneging on previous incorrect information. I like that, don't be scarred to admit:" hey I'm learning, i make videos i am not an expert." I watched a lot of her videos especially the ones with the homemade recipes. I was motivate to make some of those products the very next day, that's how much. Every time I come out of the hospital, I am spurned on to find healthy things to ingest or put on my body. Am I on a quest for perfection? NO, do I want to be as healthy as possible? YES. Am I crazy? NO. If I could I want to use products I know what's in it. I back to making stuff again, stay tuned...

Transition, and not hair

Hello, once again I'm writing only when I am so totally backed-up that there is the threat of verbal diarrhea. Sorry for being so graphic, but that's the only way I could describe what might happen. Well my hair is going well, moisturized, not falling out, boss afros, and twist-outs, compliments. Good stuff. Pleased with my hair more and more. 1 year natural! Wow time waits for no (wo)man. My hair is co-operating with me, I really know what it likes and how to make it happy. I really enjoy feeling my hair, but try to leave it in protective styling as long as possible. Anyhoo, I'm transitioning in other ways. I've come to the realization that I need to take care of my health. I know this is a very elementary statement, but I will explain. I was encouraged to go on disability by my doctor and other close friends who know of my situation. I should put my pride to the side. What pride?! (people who say this have a lot of pride). I now have numbness and tingling in my hands and he said this could be related to my disease. I also noticed that I am dropping things. I am praying constantly about this. I told my mother. That's all I will say about that conversation. My children are trying to keep a strong face up but I know they are terrified of the unknown. I am feeling the weight of being a single mother lately, I don't know why, maybe because I have a cold and still have to drag my tired butt out of bed to do things only I can do for myself and my kids. I don't even want a husband, I want a clone. That's the part that really sucks. I am tired of the cold and snow, it really accentuates what I can't do. I am trying to stay positive by praying to Jehovah, having good friends to call/text me during the day, and reading my Bible. These are tough times but with the help of my God, I have come through worse and am still alive to call on Him for help.
I applied for disability today. After I completed the the medical report: dates, medications, tests, hospitalizations, doctors, I had to say to myself: "Wow that's a sick person".
I will try to keep in touch.
Love you very much.

Retrospective

Long time no see (understatement). The year is almost over and I came across my past blog entries (last one in March, shame). It's was wonderful to read them, each was a milestone moment for me. As my natural hair journey continues, I realized that I had an incredible journey and was joined by some amazing people along the way. Some of my friends tried being natural, some stuck with it others got scared being so natural, couldn't handle it. But you know who surprised me the most, my 2 girls, Remy and Nia. Talk about inspirational. As young black girls, this, if any other time in history, is the best time to accentuate self-hate, cover and bury as much of yourself as possible. I will definitely explain... the weave movement is fiercer than ever before, plastic surgery is booming for people of color, there is no shame in being bone thin, and be proud to be sexually promiscuous! Yea. Youngsters can't even spell the word: morals. My girls would tell me their struggles being natural in this fake world we live in now, how the kids would call them "nappy happy" or my "Tasmanian black princess" or some other colorful names. At first, I did detect a hint of "maybe just a little creamy crack, just to blend in." But after much conversation, oxygen hit the brain cells along with a healthy dose of "mamalove", and they continue to rock on fire twist outs and twas. I love looking at them, they look like no one else, unique and special, just the way Jehovah made them for me. They now believe they are a beautiful package, not just wrapping.
This is why it is not good to wait too long to post to your blog, you get brain diarrhea, but I will put a cap on it for now. Promise not to take so long in the future. Next time I'll let you know what products I'm using, and how my health is.
Ciao, hasta pronto!