Diva Life: The Chronicles of a Diva In Training

The trials, tribulations, and joys of one African American woman trying to evolve into a Diva - not like Diana Ross, Whitney Houston or Mariah Carey. A true diva embodies the grace, wisdom and sheer courage of Maya Angelou, Betty Shabazz, and my mom.

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Location: San Francisco, California, United States

Big, beautiful Black woman, content, satisfied, happy, driven, inquisitive, quiet, family oriented, down right dynamic and in love!

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

I'm Gonna Put It In the Want Ads. . .Okay, Maybe Craigslist

I'm 34 and single, people! Somebody needs to help me with this. Now, let me make myself clear. Most days I am very happy with my life. I believe that if the only thing I have to complain about is not having a significant other. . . . then I have nothing to complain about.

That's most days.

But lately. . . whew! I mean I meet men. That's not the problem. IT'S THE CALIBAR OF MAN THAT I MEET. It's so depressing. I am here to make it clear. There is nothing wrong with me. NOTHING! So, stop thinking there is. I don't slash tires. I won't cuss you out, unless you cause me bodily harm, then I'm going for your throat. I am a single, educated, beautiful, humble woman who laughs easily, loves to cook, loves to fuck and loves to have fun. I have integrity, come from a half way normal family and wants to love and be loved.

So, I'm taking drastic measures. I gonna put it in the want ads. What else can I do?

Wanted, young man single and free
Experienced in love preferred
But will accept a young trainee
I tell you what I'm gonna do
Gonna put it in the want ads
This girls in misery
Gonna put it in the want ads
Somebody rescue me
Extra, Extra ,read all about it
Wanted young man single and free
Experienced preferred but will
accept a young trainee
   
Maybe I should rethink this?

Be Blessed!

Listening to Women is Bad for Your Health

Ten years ago, I was always in pain from some very serious headaches. After having a headache every day for weeks, my mother diagnosed me with sinus headaches. Within one month I was completely blind.

Now, I don't blame my mother for her diagnosis. She was doing what comes naturally. All mothers think they know what they're talking about and they never think the worse. I blame myself because I was a grown ass woman. I knew better. I knew it was something more than my sinuses.

Lately, I've been having some health issues. Nothing serious. I just want to sleep more than I ever want to be awake. I thought it was depression. My doctor said I probably have sleep apnea, but scheduled me for every blood test possible. My blood is fine, but I found out I have asthma and a thyroid problem.

So, last week, I was talking to a friend about my upcoming acupuncture appointment. She seemed a little surprised, which I thought was odd because I had told her about everything that was going on. She's my emergency contact, for God's sake. I told her, "Girl, I'm fucked up right now. I'm taking three medications, looking forward to my sleep apnea test, seeing an acupuncturist once a week and taking liquified herbs" She said, "It's probably just low iron". I told her I had already been tested for anemia. As I left her apartment I realized women can be bad for your health.

You know who dies of heart disease more. WOMEN. You know why? Because we say our chest hurts or we feel run down and some girlfriend or mother says, "Oh you're probably just running around too much" or "Are you taking your vitamins?".

Ladies, deep down inside we know when something is truly wrong with us. Listen to your body. And if a friend tells you to just slow down or take a vitamin, smile politely and call your doctor. Nobody knows you better than you.

There it is! Now, I need to go take a nap.