Hey, Nick!

I can’t believe it, Nickelodean just made my summer! They decided to bring back 90’s Nick, I couldn’t be happier about it. I grew up watching Pete & Pete, Doug, Clarissa Explains It All, Space Cases, Salute Your Shorts, Ahh Real Monsters, Cousin Skeeter, Are You Afraid Of The Dark, The Secret World Of Alex Mack, Kenan & Kel, My Brother & Me, Rugrats, Double Dare etc. Like these shows along with countless others was my life. I’m grateful to even be given a glimpse of my childhood; nostalgia at its best. I remember how I felt, how simple my life was. I had no worries in the world. It was my sis, television and I. We were in our own little protected bubble. And I loved it! I remember feeling like I could do anything the world was my playground. I was a pearl in an oyster.

BTW, does anyone remember Face on Nick Jr.? I do! "Hi there, face here!" ^___^

It’s all about me! Please, don’t take it personally…

Okay, so lately I’ve been totally self-absorbed. Not really caring about anything that doesn’t benefit me. If its not helping me elevate then it’s not that important. Lately, this unabated drive for success has my eyes scotch tapped open. I see it. I want it. Period. This stentorian voice has been keeping me up. It doesn’t shut up. Success, love and happiness are all I need in this life. It’s all I want. Some get 1 out of 2, others 2 out of 3. Me? I’m going for all 3. Impossible? I’m trying to make the impossible, possible. I will not settle for less. As far as I’m concerned it’s just this mountain of success and me. I have my climbing gear on. I’m ready. May have a few scratches and bruises and be tired as hell when I finally get to the top but it will all be worth it. So what does one do when they reach the top? This is a question that I asked myself before I went to bed last night. Then as I was about to close my eyes to fall asleep, it hit me. DUH, climb another mountain!  

My mom swears I’m a vegetarian. She made me a veggie burger with mixed vegetables. But I must admit it was mighty toothsome. =D

I finally got to hang out with my pocket of cuteness Melanie. She is just too cool. I’m going to have to clone her and a few other people. The world needs more of these people in this life. BTW, I’m totally in love with her hair! Enjoy you beautiful people. Until next time…XoXXoXXo

Picture This

So I had a mini photo shoot last week. It was pretty cool, but I know I could never be a professional model. For one, I definitely do not have the poise of a model and I can be deathly awkward in front of the camera. I prefer to be behind the lens, although I‘m still just a novice photographer. I want to be the one to capture the moment. I’ve come to the realize that pictures today are not about capturing a moment but selling an idea. Most people post pictures of themselves to plant an idea. Paint a picture of who they are or rather who they want others to believe they are. They want to seem cool, fun, exciting or perhaps rugged, daring, whatever. I want stills of a moment. Whether it be a couple making kissy faces in the park, kids playing on the playground, a woman smiling as she reads a novel on the train or a guy bopping to the music blasting from his headphones. I zeal for those random moments, they are the best!  Anyway, here are a few shots of that day:

BTW, my homie Sean was the photographer of the day once again. He was real patient and down for whatever, which made it a lot easier. Hope you guys enjoyed, have a beautiful day! XoXXoXXo

Just Saying...

I am my best friend and worst enemy. I knock myself down and build myself up. My mind and me have a love hate relationship. Sometimes my own thoughts piss me off, and I want to pack up and take a vacation from myself. Then there are times when I’m madly in love with me. I think the most while on the train to work. I'm completely engulfed in my thoughts that I sometimes fail to hear the announcements, "This is the last stop on this train. Everyone please leave the train. Thank you for riding with MTA's NYC transit." I sit there and watch as everyone leaves the train. I see them but I'm not truly looking at them. My mind is god knows where else. Then a friendly MTA crew member informs me that its time to go. Then I'm yanked back into reality. There are times when I feel totally euphoric. Then there are times when I want to sit and wallow in self-pity. Sometimes my best just doesn't seem good enough and I vituperate myself. I tell myself that I'm simply not good enough and will never be. I see my competion and feel embarrassingly defeated. Then within the next moment I feel like I can rule the world. That I could fly to outer space fueled by my own ambitions. I remind myself of how I was when I was in elementary school. A time where I felt like anything was possible. Where my imagination would run wild and I didn't second-guess myself. I think back to a little song my 3rd-5th-grade science teacher taught me, "I am special. I can be anything that I want to be. But no one can do it for me but me. If it is to be its up to me." This is now my mantra.  I am my biggest critic.  I am my greatest competition. I am the oppressor of optimistic and pessimistic thoughts. I am the challenger. I am the motivator. I am in charge of my destiny. I test my limits. I know my capabilities. I am exactly where I'm supposed to be at this stage in my life. I am grateful. I am thankful. I love those who push me outside of my comfort zone. I am humbled by the true greatness that surrounds me. I am blessed.

BTW, I had dinner with my Viva la Vivie tonight and we decided to have a walk while we chatted a bit and we stumbled across this…

Just a bunch of random books sprawled out on the sidewalk. So we decided to take some up and donate them to Goodwill. I would hate to see books thrown into the trash. Sorry for the poor quality of these pictures, I took them with my phone
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Until next time my loves…XoXXoXXo