The Eyes Have It

I’ve got a confession to make.

I’m slightly embarrassed by it, but I’m going to go ahead and share.  To be fair, I was young and impressionable–I was in high school!

I…used to wear colored contacts.

See?  Photographic evidence.

See? Photographic evidence.

Light green, dark green, hazel, honey brown, even purple–I wore them all.  While this isn’t the worst thing a girl could possibly do, I can see now that I wasn’t really fooling anyone into thinking gray was my natural eye color.  But y’all couldn’t tell me NUTHIN’–I was too cute in my colored contacts.

Which is why I’m confused about all the controversy surrounding Tameka “Tiny” Harris’s decision to undergo a procedure to change her eye color permanently.  Tiny is an R&B singer and wife to rapper T.I.; she underwent a surgical procedure to change her eye color from brown to “ice gray” (her words, not mine).  Once the Internet found out, they slammed her for it.

My question is, how is it anyone’s business but hers?

Tiny is a grown woman and should be able to make whatever decisions she wants concerning her body.  We laud people for having plastic surgery to remove loose skin after they lose weight, but slam someone for having surgery to change her eye color?  Plastic surgery is plastic surgery–we should’t judge people for doing things to make themselves feel better about their appearance.

Tiny speaks up about the procedure to MadameNoire here–check it out!



It’s been a rough few weeks, folks.

Work has been crazy busy lately, and it took a toll on me.  Between all day customer classes, exam reviews for internals, required meetings, and ton of other commitments, I barely had time to breathe.  There were some several days during that two week period where I didn’t eat anything all at work because there simply wasn’t time for it.  After work, I headed home to take care of household duties–laundry, dishes, meals, and caring for my fiance and our three boys.  I was exhausted physically and mentally.  Emotionally, I was a wreck–I was so overwhelmed with everything on my plate, constantly a few seconds from tears.

Then I started listening to Pitch Perfect radio on Pandora and I finally found some clarity.

No, it wasn’t the a capella covers and Glee mash-ups that brought me some sanity.  It was a single song, Titanium by David Guetta ft. Sia.  This song was all over the radio when it came out in 2011; it was also covered in the movie Pitch Perfect (hence why it showed up on my Pandora station).  It’s more of a dance song, which probably explains why I never really paid attention to all the lyrics–too busy shakin’ my groove thang–but the words in the song really gave me strength during a time when I was feeling especially down.

“I’m bulletproof, nothing to lose

Fire away, fire away

Ricochet, you take your aim

Fire away, fire away

You shoot me down but I won’t fall

I am titanium

You shoot me down but I won’t fall

I am titanium”

Titanium:  the stuff airplanes, spacecraft, and missiles are made of.  Talk about being able to handle tough situations.

After hearing that song a number of times on the station and finally listening to the lyrics, I realized that I *am* titanium.  Even with the 12-hour work days and endless amount of chores to do at home, even with the stress and competing priorities, no one can knock me down but me.

“You shoot me down, but I won’t fall–I am titanium.”

Breakfast Blues

“Ashley, can I have some cereal?”

These are usually the first words I hear from my step kids every day. They can’t wait to get a bowlful of some sugary concoction first thing in the morning. Cocoa Puffs, Fruity Pebbles, Reese Puffs, and Frosted Flakes are some of their favorites, but they don’t discriminate too much.

When I was a kid, I ate my fair share of breakfast cereal–heck, I’ll still have a bowl every now and again for a snack. But I want the first thing my kiddos eat to be real food, not artificially colored sugary nothing. So today we did something different!

I sliced and toasted two whole wheat bagels, spread one half with peanut butter and the other with Nutella, then cut the halves in half (necessary for little fingers). I sliced two apples and gave each boy four slices along with half a bagel (one peanut butter piece and one Nutella piece). A glass of orange juice and we’re done!

The older boys gobbled it all up; the youngest ate the bagel and most of the apple slices. They loved that they could make a “sandwich” with the two bagel pieces and use the apple slices to scoop up the peanut butter and Nutella from their plates. I loved that they got a bit of protein, some vitamins, and a meal that would really fill them up. I ate the same portion size as them and I even I got good and full!

What are some kid-friendly recipes you’ve made to keep the little ones full and happy?