All posts tagged: Caribbean

Red Hat PTSD

I know I’m not the only person who can’t look at red baseball caps the same. Every since Pres. 45 campaigned with that damn hat, I give an immediate side-eye to anyone I see with just the color. Online of course, because I never saw anyone with a red hat in real time before…or maybe I never cared before because it was just a damn hat at the time.

To Healthy Living!

I’m taking a cycling class!!! The ending of this year, I committed myself to becoming a much healthier person. I needed to change my eating habits ASAP and become more active. Becoming more active also meant giving up some sleep which is probably the hardest part because I love me some sleep. So. it’s not that I’m losing sleep—because that’s counter-productive—but rather I’m working on staying up more. My sleeping schedule is stupid as hell. I’m the kind of person who would wake up at noon and then go to bed at 4 a.m. I’m not a morning person at all. In fact, I’m inclined to believe people who wake up at 5 a.m. are hellions. Baby Jesus ain’t even up yet, why the hell are you? But I guess I have started joining you underworld folks in order to continue on this “best me” shit.

Belles x Spring Balls

Junior high school students sure do grow up fast. I don’t know these girls personally, but I did discover that a child I knew when she was a widdle girl was also attending a Spring Ball and I felt like a crypt keeper. Why my ass so ancient? What is going on? Who authorized this? I mean I know they have to grow up but golly. I do not like Fort Christiansvaern as a location for photos because it needs a paint job, lawn care, our mentally ill are roaming about unsupervised because healthcare is a myth, and it’s overdone. Stick a fork in it, that location has been played to it’s death. I can work the area if need be, but let the fort and all it’s history of slavery die. At some point I’ll talk about our strange obsession with relics of colonialism, but that’s not what this is about.   Anyways, this was yet another fun session. It took a little while to have the girls warm up to the camera and …

First grade and Fabulous

I think I fell in love to photographing kids. For starters, their personalities are amazing. Secondly, they are so effortless in their happiness. Those genuine smiles make your ovaries act up and you gotta remind them that kids are cute, but hella expensive. I refuse to budget for another one, but lord I can babysit…no..I lied not even that much. I mean, I can swoon over your kids from a distance, or at least take their photos. Yeah, that sounds reasonable. So this little doll graduated from kindergarten and is off to first grade. Pretty self explanatory if you watch the photos. She was serving face when she got comfortable. I can see her being a little model in the future. She was giving me black girl magic all the way through. Also, I’m just applauding mommy for her hairstyle and clothes. Cute, age-appropriate, and nothing over-the-top. Her family helped tweak her “poses” for the shoot and even worked camera two. It was just such a fun Sunday. It was also when I learned that …

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Practicing Proper Facebook Etiquette (For -some- men)

I’M TIRED. Ever so often I get an influx of friend requests that have me questioning my online activity because “Whose mans is these?” (written like that on purpose). It’s not really the requests that bother me, it’s just the type of people that come attached to it. I hardly ever get a friend request that doesn’t also come with unsolicited messages. Can’t you just add me quietly? The dust doesn’t even settle on the acceptance before I get that “Hi,” or “Thanks for the add” message. Jesus be a block button, why are you here? Why are you thanking me? And I know it isn’t just to be nice because I’m almost 100 percent certain you don’t also add guys and go in their inbox. Yall are the street salesmen of Facebook. Yall are the religious cults of Facebook. Knocking on my inbox going “Hi, do you have a moment for my bullshit? Can I talk to you about my good lord and saviour Fuhkboyahseh?” Which is why I’m writing this today to teach …

Kori’s Got a Condo!

The furbaby is well on his way to being spoiled. Kori is officially 2 months old today as his birthday is March 10. So, I decided to get him a little gift! Okay, truth be told I really just wanted him to get off my hamper and find something else to sink his claws into, so I bought him a cat condo! For just $35.99 you too can give your cat something else to destroy and save your furniture–rules and restrictions may apply. Offer valid until your cat decides to do what it wants. For the sake of it and to add some new content to my Youtube Channel I uploaded a new video of me unpacking and building this contraption. Kori helped too! Sorta. Kinda. Not really. Entiwho! I’m a bit appalled at my appearance but it was about 9 p.m. when I recorded this. I was bed ready. Your girl was not cute. My stomach is fat. Hell my arms are fat too. It’s all that damn smart popcorn and other bad eating …

Feral Affair Chapter 14

How hard was it for things to remain normal for two seconds? Too much was happening too fast and it was becoming overbearing. One minute, she was ready to chew out Kaleb and the next thing she knew she was scurrying about the house, trying to avoid being shot. They could barely walk a few inches without a bullet whizzing by their heads. A loud crash came from the room they were nearing and a man in all black tumbled out the door. He had barely straightened himself out before he had his gun aimed at them. Kaleb sprang from his spot, caught the man in a headlock and snapped his neck with little to no effort, or remorse. He then beckoned for Marissa to follow. Speechless, she did so without question. Marissa tiptoed over the lifeless body and a shudder rippled through her. What if he was someone she knew? The temptation to remove the mask was there, but she decided against it. It was better not to know. As they were sprinting down …