I miss my man....

So I've got lots of glorious stuff to discuss!
The beloved almost 2 year-old is slowly moving up my favorite person chain to above Michael and right below Beyaki (Like I don't even go that way but I even had to say DAMN when I saw that picture... And what kind of weave/lace front is that Indian remi, Asian supreme , or just plain fabulously fake! What ever it is she is doing IT)

Anyway, I'm just playing about the favorite person placements I love Beyonce way more than Michael! hee hee!

Anyway could the kid be any cooler.... Yea, she could be totally potty trained but I digress...

She is grade A Fantabulous!! I love her, love her, love her!!!

Currently she is totally in love with Alicia Keys' No One.

Do you know the power of a little baby sitting in a grocery cart singing:
"ooooo onnnnee nnoooo unnnnneeee uh nana way o whut I feeeellllliinnn"
That stuff could get this whole Iraq thing under control.... I mean folks would be like you know with cute kids like this is the world what is there to fight over!

I mean there were big construction working dudes in the line with us cracking up! And she could careless... She's like, "Whatever, Mommy, this is my jam!"

It was hilarious and really cute... Totally YouTube-able... but alas her mother is a lazy slub ole ME and I do not run around with a video camera or digital camera constantly strapped to my neck so you missed it... Bummer.

But if she continues on this track you can just call Michael and I, Matthew and Tina Knowles and she can be our own little "Destiny's Child!" You can say " NO, NO, NO" if you want to but Mommy got "Bills, Bills, Bills" and she could put in on that!

I'm just saying...

Moving right along....So, Michael left me y'all!

Not for real for real , But for like a week.... but he is in DC at some fabulous hotel having the time of his life at his union building workshops and the like... Its like totally a big deal that he got picked, huge honor, something like only 20 people in the nation get chosen every two years, it will allow him to be the best union builder he can be, help save jobs, help hundreds of families, blah, blah, blah....
All that is well and good but.....

Who the F**k is going to take the garbage out?

Soooooo, I acted like an ass about it initially.....

I'm allowed( but just a little teeny bit)

Thankfully, I have gotten myself together enough to be happy about the fact that he got this big opportunity and that he gets sometime to himself ,to learn, relax, and chill! Lord knows, that 60 hour work week working man deserves it!

But I miss my man! I love him... He's funny and he makes me laugh and smile, and is particularly helpful in keeping my ridonkulos anxiety in check and he has a cute booty on top of all that! Not to mention his garbage taking abilities.

This is the longest we've been apart since we've been together... I was having all kids of panic attacks about it but then I just decided to do what Michael is always telling me to do:

"Chill the F**k Out!"

I have stopped worrying about the 8 million things that could go wrong! And I am now solely focused on the 8 billion things that will go right! It has made this whole thing a lot more pleasant...

I stopped freaking out about how bored the kid and I would be in the house and came up with all kind of fun activities for us to do... Last night, We had a fabulous tickle fight, the legend of which will be told for years to come.

There are some serious benefits to a week away from the hubby...

Michael is allergic to seafood...
The kid and I have been having a full blown "SHIRMPAGANZA!"
We just had shrimp fried rice, sweet and crispy shrimp, shrimp egg rolls, catfish fillets, shrimp toast and jam, and shrimp juice.

OK maybe not all that but we have been getting to know seafood intimately!

Michael is a blanket and bed space hogger...
Yesterday, slept in a total L shape right in the middle of the bed! And I used every single pillow on the bed!!!(insert evil laugh here and me screeching,"I am the PILLLLLOOOOWWW PRINNCCESSS!!!)

Michael is totally disgusted with my secret love of all things reality TV.
Its been a reality TV buffet all up and through this beeeootchh! Yesterday I watched the Biggest Loser, Real(llyFAKE) Housewives of the OC, Project Runway, Celebrity Apprentice, and American Gladiators, and the MTV gauntlet thing!! I am not ashamed.

Obviously, I'm over here trying to make lemonade out of lemons.

But it has been a fun flirting with him over the phone and IM. And I cannot wait to see him on Friday!!! Its like we had a long distance romance for a week! Its is such a nice little excitement to be like only 5 more days, only 2 more days.... I'm going to smother him in loving when he comes home!!

Stay fierce, fabulous, and smothered in lovin,

Senam

Head Diva in Charge at My Design Diva!

Day 58, Change 3, Embrace the Fabulous...

Can I keep it real with ya?

I'm pretty freaking fabulous.

Call me cocky, arrogant, whatever but the truth is the motherfucking truth!
All this beating around the bush and shit just ain't going to get us where we need to be. We need to be better than that.

I stay fierce, fabulous, and fine. And there is no reason to try to hide it. Or to not acknowledge it.

I should be ashamed of the talent, the gawjusness, the fierceness. For what reason?

Flaws and all, I still make a pretty fan-fucking-tastic package and I will not waste anymore time trying to downgrade the diva that I am. After all I am the HDIC.

But all that means, I've got to stop the bullshit and live up to my potential.

Therein lies the rub.

If I act like I'm not gorgeous, its OK to be sloppy as my daily uniform.
If downplay my sense of style and impeccable taste, Its OK to not do my hair and wear head wraps and scarfs because I am too lazy to take care of my physical appearance and put in a little work. Its OK to have gained more weight and too have outgrown all of your clothes. Its OK to have not finished your college degree because who are you to think that you are worthy of a life advancement like that. Its OK to nag the fuck out out of your husband cause who do you think you are to have someone who loves you. And its alright to never live up to your potential cause hey you ain't worth none of the blessing that you have been given.

Nonsense.

Total Bologna.

So as Solstice would say, I fiiiinnnnish .

I'm not going to dishonor all the gifts that I have been given by not using them.
That is just plain silly.
Disrespectful really.

When I was born all the good things in this world conspired to give me health, a poetic mind & heart, the ability to sing, an eye for style, intelligence, a good sense of humor, resilience, and the favor of a loving family. Its is unconscionable for me to sit in the house and pout & do nothing with my skill set.

I should be thankful that there are so many different directions my life has pulled me in. because of all the places life has taken me I have done (and can still do) a little bit of everything.
I should embrace that and create a life filled with all the things that I am good at. I shouldn't feel like I have to be perfect at one thing and let the others fall by the wayside. I can be a graphic designer/singer/poet/teacher/card artist/activist/mother/songwriter/sexy beast/wife/& star.

Jack of all trades, master of none.

I'm not perfect at anything but I'm good at everything. That statement has always resonated with me. I don't want to be perfect. I just want to be good. I am.
I honor the fabulousness that is, me. I will claim it. I will own it. Everyday, I will honor the blessings I have been given and strive to achieve the full Splendor that is Senam. No moredoing just barely enough. Its time to do it all, and to do it well....

Stay fierce, fabulous, and fan-fucking-tastic,

Senam
Head Diva in Charge
My Design Diva,