Yes, I have said some of the same things to guys who were dating a black woman for the first time. My husband doesn’t use the term “nappy,” but he has said that his was kinky once. He was combing his hair, and he said, “My hair is kinky because I can’t get the comb past this little knot.” I just looked at him with a side eye because he combs his hair with a fine-toothed comb, and the knot was tiny. The last time I was able to comb my hair with a fine-toothed comb was when I wore relaxers…in 2007 (or whenever I get my hair silk pressed, which is once a year). His hair never gets knotty. I replied to him, “Let’s not go there with kinky hair because I can show you some kinky hair.”
The other day, I was sitting comfortably in a chair. My hands were folded on my lap, and my legs were crossed at my ankles (right over left). My husband sat next to me, and he stated, “You’re so proper, … Continue reading →
This past week, I indulged in being lazy and having fun just because I could. With my clinical rotations being over, and having a break from classes, I took advantage of the extra time. I obviously didn’t post my Fabulous … Continue reading →
I am VERY guilty of this. I will verbalize what I’m thankful for on Thanksgiving and then go HAM in the stores the following morning. I am a very serious Black Friday shopper, and there is no shame in my game.
Yes, I set my alarm for 12 p.m. to wake me up so that I can prepare for my shopping. I have my coffee ready, my Rick Ross music (because that kind of music puts you in the mood to cut someone in line and not give a f*&$), and my New Balance running shoes (because I go all morning long, and I don’t have time for uncomfortable shoes).
It’s that serious to me.
My husband always says he doesn’t get it, yet he will be the first one at Wal-Mart and the Nike store looking for electronics and cheap deals on athletic clothes.
I’m done with my clinical rotations, and I’m happy to say I made As in both classes.
No more 42 page care plans, no more waking up at 4 a.m., no more having to track down my instructor so that she can sign me off for various clinical skills, no more coming home feeling tired and hungry at the same time, and no more wondering if I’m going to make it through these rotations (because I obviously did).