I've dreamt forever of opening a nail spa, and we're so close I'm bursting with excitement.
In March 2012, Posh'aah Nail Spa will be open for business. Yay!
Friday, October 28, 2011
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
On her wall #3
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She’s always crying, the bigger fly buzzed. All she does is sit in the house and cry.
Pathetic, if you ask me, the second fly twitched.
Sheba rolled over on the sofa, snuggling deeper into her fleece blanket.
You remember when she poured that whole bottle of vodka down the drain.
Yeah, the small fly snickered. You almost got sucked down the sink when trying to get a sip.
That was some good stuff, the big one remembered. She should have taken a swig instead of groveling on the floor and calling out to God.
Sheba whimpered from under the covers as she tightened her body into a ball, “Please God, please take the pain away.”
There she goes again, talking to God, the small fly said.
Come on, the big fly jumped off the wall and whizzed away shouting, let’s find something better to watch.
The smaller fly glanced over Sheba. Pathetic, it said again, and flit away.
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She’s always crying, the bigger fly buzzed. All she does is sit in the house and cry.
Pathetic, if you ask me, the second fly twitched.
Sheba rolled over on the sofa, snuggling deeper into her fleece blanket.
You remember when she poured that whole bottle of vodka down the drain.
Yeah, the small fly snickered. You almost got sucked down the sink when trying to get a sip.
That was some good stuff, the big one remembered. She should have taken a swig instead of groveling on the floor and calling out to God.
Sheba whimpered from under the covers as she tightened her body into a ball, “Please God, please take the pain away.”
There she goes again, talking to God, the small fly said.
Come on, the big fly jumped off the wall and whizzed away shouting, let’s find something better to watch.
The smaller fly glanced over Sheba. Pathetic, it said again, and flit away.
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Monday, December 21, 2009
Entry #2
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Sheba rolled over in bed quickly, answering the phone on the first ring. Her eyes popped open in time to see a number she didn’t recognize.
“Hello,” she groaned.
“I’m sorry, She-b.” Her friend’s voice cracked between sobs.
“Crystal? What’s wrong?”
“I – just can’t – take this – no more,” Crystal gasped, bursting into another round of tears.
“Crystal, where are you?”
“I – don’t – know,” she heaved. “I just – left – and kept – walking.”
“Tell me what’s wrong, Crys?”
A heavy heart-wrenching cry screeched through the phone tearing Sheba from her bed. Stuffing her legs into her jeans, she demanded, “Tell me where you are, Crys. I’m coming to get you.”
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Sheba rolled over in bed quickly, answering the phone on the first ring. Her eyes popped open in time to see a number she didn’t recognize.
“Hello,” she groaned.
“I’m sorry, She-b.” Her friend’s voice cracked between sobs.
“Crystal? What’s wrong?”
“I – just can’t – take this – no more,” Crystal gasped, bursting into another round of tears.
“Crystal, where are you?”
“I – don’t – know,” she heaved. “I just – left – and kept – walking.”
“Tell me what’s wrong, Crys?”
A heavy heart-wrenching cry screeched through the phone tearing Sheba from her bed. Stuffing her legs into her jeans, she demanded, “Tell me where you are, Crys. I’m coming to get you.”
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Friday, December 11, 2009
Something New
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Sheba stared at herself in the mirror. Tears crystallized on her lashes and poured down her cheeks. She bent over into the rushing water, splashing the tears away. Then titled her heavy head upward and looked into the narrow, red eyes. Why wasn’t she over this yet? Reaching over, she grabbed the towel hanging on the doorknob and buried her swollen eyes into the cotton comfort. Before she could lift her head, the pain etched on her heart forced out another round of the disgusting liquid. “Please make it stop, God,” she begged.
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Sheba stared at herself in the mirror. Tears crystallized on her lashes and poured down her cheeks. She bent over into the rushing water, splashing the tears away. Then titled her heavy head upward and looked into the narrow, red eyes. Why wasn’t she over this yet? Reaching over, she grabbed the towel hanging on the doorknob and buried her swollen eyes into the cotton comfort. Before she could lift her head, the pain etched on her heart forced out another round of the disgusting liquid. “Please make it stop, God,” she begged.
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Friday, August 7, 2009
This is a story about Love. The real kind.
Me: God, I don't know what to write, or where to start.
Just write.
Mid 2002, weeks before my graduation from college, I was suicidal. I sat on my bed with two kitchen knives and eyes full of tears. I remember hearing my mom's pained voice crack through the phone urging me to just graduate and come home to her. That's when I knew I needed God.
I followed Mom's guidance and met God shortly after graduation at Mars Hill (the best church on the west side of Chicago -- personal opinion). That's where God started working on me, where he began to loosen my dependence on anything that was not Him. I see now that God separated me from many for the sole purpose of teaching me and watching me grow spiritually.
Me: There is so much to write, but I only wish to script what you wish.
Keep writing
My favorite thing about Mars Hill was digging into God's word. I have pages upon pages of notes in super cute notebooks :o) filled with spiritual insights. I would read my bible independently and actually understand. And for the first time, the voices of negativity in my mind were hushed. I'll never be good enough, smart enough, black (or Hispanic) enough, professional enough, sexy enough... The list went on and on. But God saw more than enough in me. God took his time teaching me, molding me, and making it clear to me that He accepted me.
Just write
One of my teenagers (been teaching teens about God since late 2005) mentioned to me innocently -- and I don't even think she realizes the significance of what she said to me. She said, "Your guy is like your Rico... the guy in the skit." See Lifehouse Everything Skit on the left. In the skit, the guy was pulling the girl away from God. I couldn't understand how my guy could be like that guy. This was the same guy I had been in love with since high school. The same guy who has "loved" and adored me forever.
There are two kinds of love (that I've learned so far). That which belongs to the world and that which comes from God. God is love. Real love is taught by God. God spent the last eight or so years of my life revealing facets of His love to me.
John 15:9 "...Now, remain in my love."
My guy spent that same amount of time "loving" me the way only the world can. The world's love is not for me because God has chosen me out of the world.
John 15:18-19
I've been trapped between these two kinds of love in an intense battle for at least the last year. Mostly because I thought the guy's love was connected to God's love. It wasn't. While I was trapped, I cried, I screamed at the guy, screamed at God. I prayed for the truth, but could never find it. Opened my bible and could not understand. Doubted God. Doubted Life. Doubted Love. Changed my definition of love to the world's. I've spent the past year chained in depression (being blessed all the while), but chained nonetheless.
Then suddenly, after months of being afraid to trust anyone, including God, I allowed my Father (heavenly) to move forward with His will for my life.
I closed my eyes and sought God with my heart.
Remember everything I have taught you, and lean on that.
I see clearly now. My heart hurts, but my God is bigger. God is love and love is described in 1 Corinthians 13.
Love 1 Cor. 13,
makeda
"All I am is a nobody telling somebody about Him." ~ Kierra 'Kiki' Sheard
Just write.
Mid 2002, weeks before my graduation from college, I was suicidal. I sat on my bed with two kitchen knives and eyes full of tears. I remember hearing my mom's pained voice crack through the phone urging me to just graduate and come home to her. That's when I knew I needed God.
I followed Mom's guidance and met God shortly after graduation at Mars Hill (the best church on the west side of Chicago -- personal opinion). That's where God started working on me, where he began to loosen my dependence on anything that was not Him. I see now that God separated me from many for the sole purpose of teaching me and watching me grow spiritually.
Me: There is so much to write, but I only wish to script what you wish.
Keep writing
My favorite thing about Mars Hill was digging into God's word. I have pages upon pages of notes in super cute notebooks :o) filled with spiritual insights. I would read my bible independently and actually understand. And for the first time, the voices of negativity in my mind were hushed. I'll never be good enough, smart enough, black (or Hispanic) enough, professional enough, sexy enough... The list went on and on. But God saw more than enough in me. God took his time teaching me, molding me, and making it clear to me that He accepted me.
Just write
One of my teenagers (been teaching teens about God since late 2005) mentioned to me innocently -- and I don't even think she realizes the significance of what she said to me. She said, "Your guy is like your Rico... the guy in the skit." See Lifehouse Everything Skit on the left. In the skit, the guy was pulling the girl away from God. I couldn't understand how my guy could be like that guy. This was the same guy I had been in love with since high school. The same guy who has "loved" and adored me forever.
There are two kinds of love (that I've learned so far). That which belongs to the world and that which comes from God. God is love. Real love is taught by God. God spent the last eight or so years of my life revealing facets of His love to me.
John 15:9 "...Now, remain in my love."
My guy spent that same amount of time "loving" me the way only the world can. The world's love is not for me because God has chosen me out of the world.
John 15:18-19
I've been trapped between these two kinds of love in an intense battle for at least the last year. Mostly because I thought the guy's love was connected to God's love. It wasn't. While I was trapped, I cried, I screamed at the guy, screamed at God. I prayed for the truth, but could never find it. Opened my bible and could not understand. Doubted God. Doubted Life. Doubted Love. Changed my definition of love to the world's. I've spent the past year chained in depression (being blessed all the while), but chained nonetheless.
Then suddenly, after months of being afraid to trust anyone, including God, I allowed my Father (heavenly) to move forward with His will for my life.
I closed my eyes and sought God with my heart.
Remember everything I have taught you, and lean on that.
I see clearly now. My heart hurts, but my God is bigger. God is love and love is described in 1 Corinthians 13.
Love 1 Cor. 13,
makeda
"All I am is a nobody telling somebody about Him." ~ Kierra 'Kiki' Sheard
Monday, January 5, 2009
Monday, November 24, 2008
I Want It!!
Let's welcome HP back to the game with this Highly Portable stroke of genius, the HP Mini series.
I was at my girlfriend's house over the weekend. Her daughter had one of the first of these itty bitty laptops and after playing with it a little, I am in love.
But we all know it doesn't take much for me to fall in love... LOL!
Back to my raving, this thing is smaller than a sheet of loose leaf paper, yet it has all the functionality of Microsoft Office and the Internet and above all else, it is sooooo cute.
I AM IN LOVE!
Initially, I was in the market for an Apple Macbook, but this HP Mini 1000 series 
has definitely become the new 'apple' of my eye. Check out the Viviene tam edition on the right. Can we say gorgeous?!
HP has been trying hard to cut into Apple via their celebrity-laden ad campaigns highlighting artistic individuality and the multimedia capabilities of the HP. And I did like the commercials, just not enough to run out and buy one.
Now, I must say, that I find the HP Mini 1000 series absolutely adorable, expressive, delightful and boy oh boy do I want one.
I still have to do more research, but if these babies perform as good as they look, consider it sold!
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