Tuesday, August 4, 2009

More sole...

Hey guys...just wanted to give you the myspace link for gotSOLE? Boutique they do ship, if you're interested in purchasing. Of course, more is available for sale than Nike...there's Crooks & Castles, Puma (hot stuff!!), Adidas, et cetera...check em out!

http://www.myspace.com/gotsoleboutique

I Feel it in My SOLE!!!

Don't we all love a fresh pair of sneakers? I know I defintely do, and we have a hot place in Indianapolis that sells exclusive and creative shoes. In the trendy Broad Ripple section of Indy on College Ave. sits a cool little boutique called gotSOLE? The store specializes in super flyy kicks and basically anything exclusive that you probably wouldn't find in your typical Finish Line, Foot Locker, et cetera. The staff is absolutely cool, laid back, friendly and helpful. Here are a few pics of their new Nike shipment for August...
JORDAN CAMPUS CHUKKA - these are available in two colorways "LT. CHOCOLATE": light chocolate/dark cinder & "SAIL": sail/olive/khaki $110

NIKE WOMENS AIR STRUCTURE TRIAX '91: white/china rose/neutral grey $105


NIKE WOMENS BLAZER HIGH: opal/china rose/mahogany/metallic gold $80

NIKE WOMENS DUNK HIGH "TIE-DYE DOT": neutral grey/red plum/obsidian $85


NIKE BLAZER HIGH "LOW RIDER": black/black/cherrywood red/varsity purple $80


NIKE AIR MAX 1 "BLUE SAFARI": white/hyper blue/metallic pewter $95


NIKE DUNK HIGH: varsity red/anthracite/white $85

NIKE DUNK HIGH PREMIUM: black/varsity maize/total orange/sail $110


NIKE WOMENS AEROFLIGHT HIGH: metallic gold/metallic silver/white $75


JORDAN AJ1 RETRO HIGH STRAP "BROWN ELEPHANT PRINT": white/maderia/ginger $110



These are just a few of the styles that I thought were hot, but please check out their website...they have a wide variety of kicks that fit any style you're looking for.
gotSOLE?
6243 N. College Ave.
Indianapolis, IN 46220
(317)466-1173
**all images from http://www.gotsoleboutique.com ***




Monday, August 3, 2009

Let Me Tell You About Yo'Self!!!


Ummhumm...yea, that's what I was told. "So, I guess you think you're special, huh?" To which I responded, with a confused look, "um no, what do you mean?" Such was the dialogue that brought about a pointless conversation about how I am too strong of a woman and I need to learn how to need a man!!!!!!!! (wowzers) Okay, so I give him some credit. Yes, some women are "too strong", they hide behind their success, materialistic gains, pride, and confusion to admit that they may stand in need of help. Some women are, in fact, like that. However, this individual young woman, i.e. Danada - isn't one of those women. I have pride, yes, I was taught to have a certain degree of such. Weren't we all when he heard Maya Angelou's "Still I Rise" for the first time. "Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom?" (Angelou, Maya. And Still I Rise.New York:Random House, 1978) Of course, I have pride, but I understand the role a man plays in a woman's life. I honestly agree with submission (to a very certain extent). I am able to grasp the concept, that two people, who are in a loving relationship, need each other. That idea is absolutely fine with me. HOWEVER, this is a man that I've only known for a few weeks, have no love for (outside of the general love for humanity), and really have no NEED for.


I'm sure as you can understand, when I was told, "you need to need me", I was completely blindsided and thrown off by that comment. I don't need you, I don't really need anyone. Those that I chose to call upon in times of trouble are people whom I have known for years and I know that they will not disappoint me. That thought brings me to this point. I've been disappointed and left "high and dry" by so many people (not only men) that no, I don't bother asking for help. I don't even entertain the thought until you've proven yourself to be a trustworthy and dependable person. Needing you is not the issue, wanting you to get out of my face, is, however; the issue.


I don't mind being told off...in some manner I accept it, because sometimes that's the best way for you to know which points in your life need improvement. Have someone try to set you straight, and if they have any bearings on reality, they may just be able to bless you with a gem or two. For those who don't know diddly doo about you, though, can't tell you sh*t about sh*it. That's how I see that. I don't know. I can't really wrap my head around the idea of him trying to set me straight. N*gga please.


I don't get it...but I'm done with it.

Sometimes It Hurts So Good...










This is gonna be a short post, but I just wanted to update you guys on my weekend. To begin, I hope that all of you had a great weekend, and you arrived at your Monday safely.







So, Saturday was meant to be a day devoted to searching for a new apartment, because my lease will be up soon and I'm interested in moving into a new place. I get dressed and go through all the rituals of "gettin' right" for my day...meet my BFF at her place and get the exciting news that someone she knows, knows someone who's having a tattoo party. Tattoo you say??!! Ummhumm, I'm down like a clinically depressed braud. So, we saddle up (lol) and head there.







Now, I had two tattoos already and had previously sworn that I would never get tattooed at a tattoo party. Mainly, because I've seen some of the work that people have gotten from artists that do tattoo parties and um...well...it usually sucks mucho arse. However, this time was a little different. I watched the guy tattoo somewhere around four people and he was very legit, safe and clean with each person he tattooed. That made me feel better. So after hours of sitting at someone's house, watching this guy tatt folk up; it was finally my turn.










I can't even begin to lie...I was nervous, the sound from a tattoo gun is NO b*tch lemme tell ya. I don't know how people use tattoos as a therapeutic medium, because nothing is relaxing about pain...in my opinion. Anywhoz...I looked through magazine after magazine, searched website after website, but couldn't think of one thing that I truly wanted tattooed on my body forever. I know that people generally say, never get anything you wouldn't want to look at on your body 10 years from now. That saying is true, but I threw caution to the wind and got 3 stars. LOL Nope, 3 stars doesn't mean anything in particular to me besides the fact that I love stars (they're wishful).










Once, we got the design figured up the painful process began...there were at least 4 times when I thought for sure I was gonna tell him, "forget it, I don't want a tatt anymore", because it hurt THAT bad. I made it through the whole ordeal though...bleeding and in pain. No tears tho' :) So...here's some pics.










Enjoy...and once again...don't get anything that you really don't want. This tatt doesn't have any serious meaning, but it's something I like and I enjoy.

Saturday, August 1, 2009

Bada Bing!!

Howdy everyone!!

Today was a strange day. Definitely not a bad day, just a little different. I woke up this Saturday with my usual agenda in mind. Got my hair did (pics to follow) and then got a call from my BFF @IAmBlkBarbi3 (follow her on Twitter) to go get tattoos...to which I happily obliged.

Since my first tat on my 22nd birthday (2/28) I've been really liking tattoos. I only have two, but I think they're a beautiful way to express your thoughts, ideals, beliefs, et cetera, et cetera. So, here I am preparing for another one, my third one actually. I'm gonna get a lily, because lilies (well some) represent innocence and purity. Mmmhmmm, I don't know how innocent and pure I really am, but I'ma rock with it anyway. lol

Once again, pictures will follow and I will post them on Twitter too.

BADA BING!! Tat me up! :-)


Idk why I'm looking simple..lmbo...umm, yea Goodnite :)

There's Nothing Else to See Here...so go to BED!

After days and days...rather nights and nights of going to bed at 1, 2, 3 and even 4 a.m. and a couple nights just being wide awake until the sun rose...I've come to the not-so-startling conclusion that I may have a sleeping problem. You think I'm exaggerating or jokin'? Nah, boo...sh*ts serious.

Where should I start? Welp, I'm a full-time student (who isn't these days) I just ended two summer sessions and the fall semester starts in about 3 weeks, and I'll be taking 17 credit hours then. I've been in school ALL YEAR...that'll drive anyone crazy. I don't work full-time, according to the hours I work, but you can't tell because I'm definitely there just about everyday. My family is great, but they work my nerves sometimes with general BS. THAT'S A WHOLE OTHER BLOG. So I deal with that. Also, I don't eat right...if at all some days. I just get so caught up in doing stuff that I just "grab a bite" instead of getting a full meal. My memory sucks and if I don't write something down I can promise you I'll forget about it. So, in saying that...I'm a little stressed out. I lie awake some nights, not sad or depressed, but just running the next day's agenda through my mind making sure I won't forget anything. Details are important to me, so I do things to make sure I get all the loose ends of whatever I'm doing tied up. Simply put...I keep a lot of crap going on. From the looks of my agenda, you would think I needed a personal assistant (and if I could afford one, I probably would have one lol)

One night, I had enough of the whole "up all night" charade and decided to see my doctor about it. In retrospect, that was probably one of the worst decisions I've made regarding my doctor...besides even PICKING him as my MD. So, he prescribes Ambien to me. I really should've known better, and done more homework on the side-effects of the drug...especially since I work in a pharmacy and have the knowledge of Pharmacists at my disposal (smh). Anyway, after some apprehension, I take the Ambien one night that I was having trouble falling asleep. I figured it would take some time to work, so at like 12:40am I just started doing random housework, waiting for the medicine to make me sleepy. What happens? Nothing. Well at least not at first. I woke up the next morning to a stove full of cooked food which I never ate and furthermore DON'T remember cooking! So, as you can imagine...I was freaked out.

I swore it off and well I'm not much of a medicine taker anyway so I was doing okay. Until one night that I had to be up really early the next morning and was once again, having issues sleeping. Reluctantly, I take 1/2 of a tablet thinking it wouldn't be as bad. Ummm...I was definitely wrong. After taking the tablet, I went straight to my room, turned off the lights and got in bed...thanks to a good friend of mine who always texts me at odd hours of the night...I was up texting instead of sleep. In the midst of our texting, I noticed the light from my phone illuminating my comforter (which is striped) and then clear as effin day, the lines from the stripes were moving in waves...almost snake like! I just laid there trying to reassure myself that I was just trippin', so I put the phone down and turned toward my closet. That was a mistake because, I bullsh*t you not, it looked like one of my shirts was moving in my closet and the effed up thing is I'm watching this happen. I got on the phone and called my mama with the quickness. lol She stayed up with me and talked to me on the phone until I calmed down. She offered to stay the night to which I declined because that meant she had to bring the kids and I wasn't even about to deal w/ that in the middle of night whether I'm buggin' or not **I digress**


After that night I seriously, truly, and honestly refused to take anything...not even a Tylenol PM to get to sleep. It's not damn worth it...I don't think. I later went online and talked with some of my co-workers about sleeping "disorders" and in particular Ambien and its side-effects. Sure enough, hallucinations is a sure-fire side-effect. Needless to say, I threw the remainder of what I had away. People refer to sleep as many things, precious, necessary, and a cousin of death; and I don't know about ya'll, but I'm coo' off some of my cousins and I'm definitely coo' off death for now.

On a happier note, I was able to sleep easier, better and longer on my own. I don't know for sure what happened then that prevented me from getting sleep, but now I have no issue falling asleep. I welcome it! lol I still don't get enough, but that's for the reasons I talked about previously. Now, if I could just get off twitter at a decent hour, I'd be to the beat. lol

IDK, that was a strange experience and further proved to me that there was a reason why I didn't take medicine unless I was in absolute unbearable pain. Oh well, whatever...I can sleep now and that's exactly what I'm about to do.

Goodnight all!!!