Big Girl riding 12 miles on a bike.. Lawd help me!

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I really want to train to do this cycling challenge..but i’m facing so many obstacles..

I have 2 months to train for this.. and I want to ride 12 miles.

But how is my big butt going to sit on that seat for 12 miles?

I’ve cut all breads and starches..

this is just a friendly reminder.. I will be mean!!!!

Don’t take it personal..

I pride myself for cooking for my family almost every night.. but last night I had a melt down about my potatoes.. I had to eat fish and green beans..

I know it will get worse as time goes.. but it’s for a good cause.

%100 of the funds are donated to Sylvester Comprehensive Cancer Center.. 

so please donate and share.. oh.. and pray for my rump on that bike..lol

 

To help support, follow the link:

 

http://ridedcc.racepartner.com/DCCV/DominiqueCycling4aCure

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Classism… Racism.. you don’t understand my plight..

It's worth something...
It’s worth something…

I never thought that I would have to deal with racism or classism so much this past year.

With everything going on in the news, it all is so overwhelming.

One thing I know for sure, is that you can not convince someone who doesn’t want to believe that racism is still alive and kicking.

 

I was brought up to believe that everyone has good in them no matter the race, color, or where they are from.

My family did not teach us to  love anyone any different then we loved our cousins ( you know everyone has that one crazy cousin that acts a donkey from time to time).

I’m glad that my family taught me that way of thinking, because if I was exposed to the media and the actual facts on what went on with black people, I  honestly admit i would be a jaded person with prejudice in my heart..

but thank goodness for a loving  level head mother.

With whats going on in Ferguson and across the united states isn’t just racism.. it’s also classism and authoritative power struggles.

Micheal Brown didn’t die just because he was black.. he died because someone with authority thought his life didn’t mean anything,, just like Eric Garner and many others.

I could go on and on about this subject.. but I won’t because I have two sons that will eventually be teenager, and it hurts my heart to think it could very well have been them laying in the street like discarded trash for over four hours.

Anyone who may read this, whether black, white, poor or wealthy.. look at it from a different prospective before you discuss this. It could have been your child, your niece, your nephew or neighbor.

What if it was private school  Ethan walking from the store.. what if it was Allison crossing the road, what if it was Sajiv walking in Walmart.

 

Life is precious.. value it.

 

 

 

Dear Facebook friends.. If I can’t borrow money from you..we can’t be friends any longer

No New Facebook Friends
No New Facebook Friends

After my week hiatus from Facebook and Instagram.. I am a bit embarrassed.

I noticed that I was a complete over sharer to people who I can’t possibly borrow money from.

Let me  explain.

So many “friends” we privy to my family pictures.. my emotions, and my over all view… But why?

Half for them are family, the other half, if I saw them on the street, they wouldn’t even speak to me.

If I can’t have a decent conversation with you on the phone nor on the sidewalk, you can’t see my vacation pictures, or my 1 y/o sliding down the stairs and landing in a split.

So bottom line.. if I can’t borrow money from you (most family members I can, but won’t) the we can no longer be friends…

Thank ya.. and God bless

Just made a song to changing A diaper..

I was just about to complain about making some stupid song while changing a diaper and say my life is boring.. But guess what.. My baby shared his grape with me!.. Slob and all… He said “mama here” mind you he is 16 months.. My kids are very talkative.. Except him.. I thought he would have a British accent when he start..lol Mr Grey poupon.. I love my life …soggy grapes. And all.

Black Friday

Ahh.. Good. Ol’ black Friday is here.. And do you know where I’m at.. I’m right here in my bed trying to convince my son that he’s not really hungry.
Last year I promised myself that I wouldn’t participate because of all the selfishness and meanness I seen last year on thanksgiving.
Last year in Wal-Mart I  saw an old man windmill (an special away for moving your arms to ward of the enemy) a lady because she was about to grab the last ride on Disney kid bike. It was total savagery and confusion.
All in all you saved a buck or two.. But the stress wasn’t worth it.

Also part of the reason I’m not going is because I’m a little low on cash..lol