Coffee Jitters and Medusa Hair | Daily Prompt

Coffee is flowing through my veins.

Apparently, I didn’t need two cups of coffee because I just deleted everything I said with my spazzy fingers. My eyeballs are bulging out of my head. I don’t usually drink coffee but I decided to buy some on this past Sunday’s grocery trip. I’ve only been drinking one cup every morning but this morning, it was so tasty, I made a second cup. I know better. I’m so sensitive to everything. I took one 5 mg melatonin Tuesday night and slept for 10 hours! I get side effects from everything. I don’t think I should be operating heavy machinery right now… this laptop is humongous.

I haven’t been counting the minutes. I don’t know why I can’t follow the rules. Let’s try this again next week, Daily Post Geniuses, and I’ll set a timer. Trial and Error.

So, yesterday evening I put my hair into some two-strand twists. Like this (but this isn’t me):


Now, I’m a horrible sleeper. I toss and turn, kick my boyfriend in the leg, throw pillows around. So, imagine these sticking up and out, like little black child Medusa. *singing “I woke up like this!”*

I walked my boyfriend out, as he was on his way to work, kissed him goodbye and stepped outside of the door to feel the cool air.

I’m looking up at the sky, took a deep breath and I hear, “Get your ass back in the house, you look crazy!” I remembered what I looked like, screamed laughing and ran in the house.

We talk to each other like that all the time. I feel like it’s real and genuine, like we’re best friends first and then a couple second. Even though that type of language may be harsh for some people (it’s not for me, I cuss him out too), I hope everyone has that feeling, like their partner is their best friend.

I’m sure it’s been way over ten minutes… Ciao!


The Cultural Divides of Pumpkin Vs. Sweet Potato | Daily Prompt

Autumn Leaves

Changing colors, dropping temperatures, pumpkin spice lattes: do these mainstays of Fall fill your heart with warmth — or with dread?

I live in Houston, Texas, the leaves don’t change colors. They just dry up, die and fall to the ground, but I’ve always loved walking through all the leaves that scatter. It’s a peaceful moment for me when I go for a walk, snuggled in a jacket, tights and sneakers, listening to the sounds of leaves crunching and the wind blowing on my face.

Am I suppose to have a pumpkin spice latte in my hand when I do this? I can’t get behind those… I grew up on sweet potato pies not pumpkin pies. It actually makes me feel uncomfortable… pumpkin. Pumpkin Spice. Pumpkin Spice Latte. I could get behind a Sweet Potato Pie Latte. Maybe. I don’t know. Someone call Starbucks, I don’t think they’ve tapped into the potential of this. This could open up a whole new demographic for them. Nae Nae in Fifth Ward would find herself at Starbucks asking for a Venti Sweet Potato Pie Latte because the taste reminds her of her grandmother.

Starbucks Officials: If you are by some small chance reading this. I need you to know this is my idea and will be seeking a settlement if you use my idea. I am willing to help put this whole thing together and once the Sweet Potato Pie Latte is a hit with every grandma, Auntie Von, and Ray Ray across the world…. you will thank me.


Back to my peaceful mornings, I am planning a trip for next month because I will have some extra cash. I want to go somewhere where the leaves change… but I’m wondering how far I have to drive for that. Just to be out in nature would be great, maybe I can find a Groupon for a cabin on a lake somewhere. My girls and I need a vacation.

There are 67 days until Thanksgiving… I’m going to leave this video here to solidify my sweet potato idea. I win!

I’m Always On Time | Daily Prompt

A Daily Prompt with a time limit!!?

Are you trying to give me a panic attack?

This is why I can’t be on game shows, ticking of clocks (even ones in my head) drive me insane. It is usually fairly easy for me to just type my thoughts out and I like you WordPress, so I will give it a try.

Okay, so already I’ve been distracted for about five minutes, damn you attention span!!!

I’ve been thinking about starting a new blog page to chronicle my weight loss journey. I’ve convinced myself, doing it! I always see these people who start to lose weight and they only post the good stuff, how they burned hundred and hundred of calories, worked out twice in a day and ate their exact macros.

I want to talk about things like… why on Earth do my fingers swell up when I’m working out? The fact that sometimes I have to stop for a minute because my lower back hurts so much and what does that mean. Do I have a bad walk? Is my back just weak? I’ll talk about the good stuff too and post recipes. I just want someone to show the good, the bad, the lazy, the nasty sweaty booty. It might as well be me, I won’t show you my sweaty booty though, that’s gross.

Watching the rain after my workout. My calves are all muscle… be jealous. Actually don’t be, it’s very hard to find boots during the fall/winter months when your calves are this big.


How long has it been? I haven’t been keeping track of the time! I’m not good at this!

This morning, I got an email from one of my Professors. There’s no Midterm Exam and they fact that I studied for a nonexistent exam makes me want to draw on someone’s face. (I’ve been saying that a lot lately… and I hope everyone knows that I’m not talking about drawing rainbows and butterflies with bright paint and a nice smile on my face……….)

This is my expression when I say that.


**Okay, it’s been way over ten minutes… sorry.**