Thinking Kinky : The Nappy Haired Diva

photo courtesy of  www.grandparents.com I think the best way to start this off is to give you an understanding of my relationship with food. First, we have a relationship. That should say something. The healthy person eats to live, and I live to eat. I'm not sure how it all started honestly. My memory only goes back to about age 4 and at that time, I wasn't conscious of much of anything. I didn't think about my body. I hadn't compared it to anyone else. I was just as clueless about food. I never thought of eating too much or too little. I don't recall being hungry at that age. I just remember being fed. I was a picky eater. Cold cuts made me nauseous. A hot egg sandwich could be ingested but if you tossed a hot drink in the mix (like tea or cocoa), I was tossing cookies. If my dinner had too many ingredients, I picked around it. My mom was always one green pepper or onion slice away from ruining my meal. The only thing I ate to the last drop without fail wa...

When it was between Hillary and Barack for the Democratic nomination I voted for Hillary. I felt that she was more qualified for the position and had a better handle on the issues than Obama. When he beat her out, I swung my support to Barack Obama, because he had won me over with his stance on some issues that concerned me and his campaign made sense when compared to the comedy show that John McCain was running. I don't know what it is, but the Republican party seems to have a lot of trouble getting their act together. I don't understand why anyone who would want to win a Presidential election would employ Sarah Palin and expect to be taken seriously. I don't understand why a real estate mogul/reality TV star is leading the polls for his party. I suppose there are so few upstanding Republicans that even want to take on the job as POTUS that you have to periodically (and begrudgingly) support a candidate that you don't believe is qualified. I suppose that this is how ...

Gimme' a beat! Janet said it. Why can't I?  A few posts ago, I shared a site that allowed you to purchase downloadable software that allows you to make fresh beats in the comfort of your own home. That's right, a studio on your computer.  But what if you don't want to learn how to make your own beats? What if you just like having fun making beats but have no intention of becoming a musician? That's where Incredibox comes in.  What is Incredibox? Awesomeness. You just go to the site and click on the avatars and create a beat. Here's where it gets fun: if you make a good beat, or err... the "right" one, you unlock a cool video clip of the beat you made. I know, sounds weird but it will make total sense once you get started on it. I have to admit that my thirteen year old daughter (the comic fan) introduced this to me when I was considering blogging about something else (sorry other topic, I'm done with you).  So you can create fun beats, pla...

I've decided to roll out Diva On A Dime for my Nappy Haired Diva's out there who want to look flawless without spending a fortune. Hopefully you will enjoy my cool new finds. I plan to have some stylists feature so that you can see their picks for the weekend. This will likely turn into a Friday or a Wednesday post. The jury is still out on that one. Being a plus size, and fabulous isn't something that came easily. I have to constantly seek clothing that suits my size and shape. Unfortunately, as far as we've come in fashion we still lack great gear for the full figured. Even if being plus sized isn't the issue, there are a variety of demands that aren't met within the fashion industry. Long legs, short legs, long torso's are all a few examples of the issues we all face when seeking our sassy new closet addition as we shop. Sometimes it's so discouraging, we opt not to go out to the stores and do it all online. So hopefully this blog will be something ...

Gwen sat in the hot sun. Her shapely legs were crossed and she wriggled to pull her already too short dress over her ample thighs. Kevin sat across from her, fighting the grin that wanted to overtake his face. He always observed everything she did. Maybe it was a bad habit. "I just don't understand it Kev," Gwen sighed in a peevish tone. "I have talked to, dated, and been in a relationship with at least 20 men over the past three years and I am still sitting here single." Kevin nodded his head compassionately as he sipped his espresso. Gwen gave up on her crossed legs and instead pressed them firmly together while tugging at her dress yet again. She hated being "curvy". She often felt lumpy and wished she were about 15lbs thinner."Maybe it's my size. Maybe men want waifs." she offered.Kevin shook his head and screwed his face as if what she had said was way off the mark. "Well then what is it?! " Gwen moaned in exas...