Dedicated to Jordan & Stephen aka Duane Martin + Soulja Boy ; )

I believe that I am an attractive young woman. I look like myself. Yea, I know that may be hard to accept for certain people who swear that this person or that person is my twin on their brother's cousin's baby daddy's mother's grave but that's what I say. I don't think I look like this celebrity or that person's sister because I don't lol. I don't see why I have to and I don't see why after I insist I don't , the person insists even harder that I do... geesh I hate it! It's annoying.

For example, I was the lovely Ms. Kelly Rowland from 7th to 8th grade. I don't know why she looked like a 13 year old but okay..

Then, I was Kerry Washington soo many times because of the coincidental name similarites. Person upon person would insist that she was my twin... she isn't.

Now I look like Mary J. Blige. She's beautiful, but I don't! lol

And then I was a tennis star.. Venus Williams. Now that blew me out of the water. She's pretty, too, but I think Serena took the look-alike factor away from me a looong time ago.

• Yes, all these women are beautiful extraordinary black women, but they do not look like me! And if you don't believe me, take a look at my picture.. then their picture,.. then my picture again and you will see what I mean ! =)

Meet My Goldfish!

Just Joking- My Goldfish died a long time ago *tear*... but I would like you to meet my -our- cat MJ Flyer. As you can tell by the name he is under joint custody between my sisters and I. Of course I named him MJ because I love Michal Jackson and of course because he is "white" in a black family lol.. sorta pokin' at the irony. They named him Flyer because... well, I don't know why but that's his name! =)

His Likes: *Laying in the middle of the floor and not moving when he sees you coming

* Slipping out the front door when you open it

* Scratching your friends

* Nuzzling you (awww!!)

* sleeping in boxes (as you can see above)

* meowing.. and meowing... AND MEOWING loudly ._.

* and meowing for your food. smh

His Dislikes:

* Being Picked up by strangers
* Being sat on by toddlers lol

* being stepped on, kicked or poked- even if by accident!

* Having a picture taken with flash.. thats why his eyes are sqiuinty (Sorry Flyer!! =/)

The Sky Has More Than One Star!

Hey ! I'm sure all of us has at one point or another worn a pair of really great jeans or a cute shirt and someone asked us where we got them. You feel flattered but at the same time you don't want to tell them... selfishness? I don't know but it's just a natural feeling, i guess ,to feel like something is your own and that nobody else can take it from you.. until they do. I mean, I really hate to tell you, but the designer did not make over one million of the same shirt just for you AND believe it or not, when you are wearing it , you are helping her advertise her line!

• This feeling could also apply to someone who has been working hard to play the piano since he or she was five and someone just on a whim decides he'd like that for a career. A moreover, wants YOU to teach them. There is that feeling again, but who are you to tell them they can't play? Nobody.. and you can't. Its sort of this feeling where you have learned the ups and downs and in and outs of something and when you finally achieve it, you feel like you've earned it.
  
  That's sort of how I feel about my modeling. I have had this dream since I was 12 and have been scammed , dissappointed so many times, but I still never gave up. I spent plenty of my own money and time on a dream that seemed far off and unreachable. When I finally found my agent a couple years ago and got my first job with her, I was ecstatic! All my work had finally paid off.. and now a commercial (cross your fingers!) that should be coming out soon. That's why I sort of cringe anytime a friend asks "Who's your agent?" or says "I want to model!" like its something easy.. I sort of don't want to tell them.. I wan't them to learn the hard way, like I did. But I am learning slowly but surely that that is selfishness and that if I am that way, I won't get any blessings in return. The sky is big enough for more than one star.. and one more person wearing the same shirt as me.. maybe two LOL - Just not the same dress at prom!!! .. ugh. now that's another story. =P
  
  * ANOTHER LESSON LEARNED*