Well it's Sunday. Lifetime Sunday to be exact. Sunday is the one day of the week that most Americans choose to relax. It's that last day before the work week begins, school starts back, & the interstate is bumper to bumper. I personally LOVE Sundays. Don't get me wrong, I dig Saturday as well, but Saturday is just SO busy ! I learned the hard way the the Galleria mall on a Saturday is PURE chaos ! You are going to drive around for 10-15 minutes trying to find a parking spot only to get into the M*A*C store to find it completely congested.

*Sigh*

Sundays run WAY more smooth.

By this day you have already gotten all of your errands & weekend duties out of the way so you are free to lounge around, eat spinach dip, drink Lambrusco & watch Meridith Baxter-Birney give one HELLA of a performance as Betty Broderick in "A woman scorned".

Yup...Sunday living.

Anywho, another thing I like to do on Sunday is catch up on current events & gossip blogs. While reading some of my favs I see that one of the top stories this week was about Charles E. Phillips Jr., the president of Oracle Corporation & President Obama advisor who was victim of the ultimate dose of revenge of a jump off scorned. Phillips is a handsome, clean cut "boy done good" type executive who makes an impressive 20 million a year.

But ooohhh Chuckie had a secret.


Charles, who is very married to wife Karen whom he shares a 10 year old son Chas has had a sidepiece name YaVaughnie Wilkins for the past 8 1/2 years. Their relationship included luxury vacations, sporting events, movie dates, & even president Obama's inauguration. YaVaughnie was even living large & lavish thanks to Charles in an impressive 11 million dollar love nest in affluent Hillsborough, California.


Damn...


Apparently things begin to go sour, or perhaps it had something to do with the fact that Charles & Karen who had filed for divorce in February 2008 had decided to reconcile. Nonetheless Charles ended his relationship with YaVaughnie & sold the home she resided in to a private equity investor December 16th of last year.


Looks like she didn't take the news very well.


YaVaughnie paid an impressive 50 stacks apiece for...*ahem*...count 'em THREE large billboards, one in Atlanta, on in San Francisco, & one in lovely Times Square all with a lovely intimate picture of her & Mr. Phillips with the tag line "You are my soul mate forever - CEP". She also mentioned on the billboards a website (now removed)that served as a shrine to the now defunct relationship.


Revenge is a dish best served cold eh ?

YaVaughnie succeeded in her task. She even allegedly sent an email to the web designer that stated "I've become famous". Charles & his indiscretion is now front page news everywhere you look.


Tiger Woods is somewhere doing the Cabbage Patch.


Now we all know that "loose lips sink ships", but was YaVaughnie justified or should she have walked away quietly ?


Opinions seem to be split. Some say that living like a Queen for almost a decade & then being sent away with not so much as a severance package is just bad business. Others say that is the chance you take when rolling the mistress dice. Sometimes you win, sometimes you get craps. Now me personally I'm torn. A part of me (albeit the part that has a flair for juicy drama worthy of a whole 2 hours on Lifetime)thinks that Charles got his "just desserts". He too rolled the dice & lost, the cheater dice. He had a beautiful, mistress who for years played her position fabulously. He didn't plan on her taking it all "ending" so hard.

It's all a gamble kids.


Now another part of me thinks that YaVaughnie kind of played herself. Now until this all dies down no man in his right mind is going to want to come anywhere NEAR the new Karrine Steffans. She is now blackballed in the world of "kept women", not to mention that 9 times out of 10 this will only strengthen Charles' marriage with his wife because let's face it, the wife hardly ever goes anywhere in cases like this (see former Detroit mayor Kwame Kilpatrick for reference).

Not to mention she is effin up the game ! Damnit YaVaughnie !

I kid, I kid *CHEEZ*


Later gators,

XoXo

Is plastic surgery the new "black" ?

Today I decided to honor one of my New Year's resolutions & go for a run. Afterwards I decided to defeat the purpose by picking up some lunch from Panda Express. On the way home from Panda Express I decided to stop at Walgreen's to grab some Baked Lays & my must have on deck at all times sugar free Red bull (momma was down to her last can).

While waiting to check out I silently perused the magazines near the counter & discovered the new People magazine with the headline "Addicted to plastic surgery" with a beautiful woman in a gorgeous purple dress. Silently I wondered who she was because I didn't recognize her. As I studied the cover a bit more I noticed in the upper left corner a picture of Heidi Montag from Mtv's "The Hills" & it said 2008. It took me about 10 more seconds to realize that the woman in the dress was Heidi Montag !

I couldn't believe it ! She looked like a totally different person. After seeing that cover I just had to cop that mag ! After reading the article in which Heidi stated " For the past three years I've thought about what to have done. I'm beyond obsessed". I thought to myself:

Is plastic surgery the new "black" ?

Plastic surgery isn't hardly new at all. People have been getting nips & tucks for eons. They were just more discreet about it. When a woman went away to go get a face lift she told her friends she was going away to a spa retreat or something of that nature. Nowadays women pass along their plastic surgeons information like they're giving you the phone number to their beautician. Women are willing to go to extremes to become exactly who they want to be. For example, if you were the flat chested girl in high school with a bird beak for a nose & an extreme over bite, you can now for several thousand "throw some D's" on yourself, get rhinoplasty & expensive orthodontic surgery.

Yay YOU ! Now you're fabulous :-)

Supposedly plastic surgery was just something that "rich white folks did". Not true. Black women just know how to keep a secret better. In 2002 African American Detroit city council woman Brenda Scott died from a severe infection in her stomach three days after undergoing surgery for the LAP-BAND system to restrict the size of her stomach. Around that same time about 4 women from my job had already gotten similar stomach reduction surgeries.

Soooo...why is everyone so willing to talk about it now ?

Perhaps because it's now harder to keep it a secret. Plastic surgery has gotten bigger & bolder in recent years. Women leave work for a week looking like 10 year old boys & come back looking like Dolly Parton. Dear, sweet Ms. Jenkins your son's 1st grade homeroom teacher takes "some time off" & comes back to work a month later looking like Ms. Parker from Friday. Lastly there's nice little Sherman who was in your 10th grade drama class who now dances at The sexy kitty & now goes by the name "Sasha".

Yup. You can live out all your desires for a few Benji's.

The latest big thing *pun not intended* is butt implants. This particular procedure appears to be gaining popularity like wild fire, especially in the urban community. It's become such a hot commodity that it is apparently done more "underground" than in an actual plastic surgeons office. The "I got it for cheap" version is given in the form of illegal hydrogel shots. Supposedly it began with transvestites & like all juicy gossip the word got around that for just a couple stacks you too could look like J Lo circa 2001.

Sadly the desperation in some of these women to enhance their posterior has superseded the God given common sense to want to remain healthy & alive. Some of these "hood doctors" are using dirty needles & industrial strength silicone thus causing multiple deaths already with this extremely risky procedure. The situation is getting so out of hand that even Tyra devoted a segment to the subject on an episode of her talk show discussing "the dangers of plastic surgery". Will this stop young girls from getting this procedure ?

Umm...I'll take "hell no" for a thousand Alex.

As long as hip hop videos continue to show men ogling beautiful women who have waists like 5 year old girls & booties like Big Momma then women will continue to put their lives at risk.

Don't get me wrong now, I am a pro plastic surgery supporter. As long as it's SAFE. Puhleeze believe this Barbii has toyed with the idea of upping the ante so to speak on my own rack . Hell, I even believe Heidi looks great after her surgery. I do think however it was a bit excessive seeing as how she could have knocked on my door this morning while I was watching an episode of The Hills & handed me my newspaper & I would have had no idea who the hell she was.

I wonder how her parents felt when they saw their new daughter...

I wonder if this is just the underlying of a much bigger problem such as extreme lack of self esteem ...

I wonder if good ole Spencer had anything to do with this.

Hmm...

I guess we'll have to wait until the new season begins to find out.

Blowing this popsicle stand now kids...

Later :-)

XoXo

Let them eat cake...or no ?

Well, well, well. It's been a long time. I shouldn't have left you.



Yea, that was corny.


SOOO much has happened in the last few months. My hiatus albeit it long, was absolutely necessary. This Barbii has changed a lot. I've changed my attitude, my goals, my expectations, & most of all my time zone. I'm now based in H- Town. A new town & a fresh start in order to grow. Change is good for everyone. You should try it :-)


One of the things that has NOT changed is my relationship status.



...*sigh*...



I haven't been in Houston long enough to give you all the low down on the men. To be honest the hottest guy I have seen thus far was in a damn Wal-Mart by my house. I'm talking Morris Chestnut in "Two can play that game fine". Too bad that after we exchanged smiles he walked over to a two door Hyundai & had to get in on the PASSENGER side because the driver's side door apparently didn't work.


There went THAT conversation. Damn Gina !


Now don't get me wrong. I'm not a stuck up Barbii, but c'mon son ! I do need four working doors. I could see my girls shaking their heads laughing & scolding me that I was wrong, that he could have been "the one". Anyway, after several four letter words to myself while beating my steering wheel upon watching him climb into his atrocity of a vehicle I had to ask wonder.


Do I need to compromise my standards in order to be in a relationship ?



I have been single for quite a while now & a lot of it has to do with the fact that I don't want to settle for something I perceive to be less than I want. I'd hate to get married just for the right to run up & down the street Shug Avery style & yell "I's married now" or worse to "fit in" with my married friends. Truth be told I wouldn't trade places with any of my friends who have already taken the plunge. Most of them are typical Suzy homemakers. They stay at home, take care of babies, cook large dinners nightly for their families, & cater to their husbands. The highlight of their day is Wendy Williams.


I'd rather slit my effin wrists than live like that.


Don't get me wrong. I am kinda ready to play the "wifey" part. I cook, keep a clean crib & I can cater to a dude like I sang back up for Matthew Knowles favorite daughter. Do I want to throw in the towel on my standards in order to have that ? Umm..no ma'm.


Now I realize that when in a relationship compromises have to be made. There are certain things that are unacceptable. Still there will be some things I will miss. I like my freedom. I like being able to go hang with the girls & come in at 4:00 a.m. with my heels in one hand & a carry out box from a 24 hour diner in the other. I like being able to pee with the door open. I like not having to be cute ALL the time at home. I like being able to flirt back when a hot guy is flirting with me & not feel guilty. Most importantly I LOVE being able to watch Lifetime Movie Network ALLL day Sunday & not get the side eye.


Now, the ish I DON'T like.


I don't like sleeping alone. I don't like when I make a kick ass dinner there is no one to sing my praises. I don't like spending my WHOLE birthday with just my girls. I don't like staying in the house on Valentine's Day so that I'm not bombarded with countless reminders of my single status. I don't like that first week after my cycle when I am oh so ...*clears throat*...randy ...& I have to settle for either internet porn or Cinemax.


Yes. It gets REALLY real.


But the thing I truly detest is the oh, so dreadful first date. I hate the forced conversation, the "meeting the representative" & not the actual person, I hate the whole unfamiliarity of this new person who is about to carve a chapter, whether miniscule or colossal into my life. Now don't get me wrong. I totally get that this is absolutely essential in order to get to the desired placement in the relationship of my dreams, but it is still a nuisance.


I just wanna have my cake AND eat it to ? I mean isn't that what the damn cake is for anyway ? To eat ?


We shall see I guess.


Later Gators

XOXO



P.S.

Since I am finally moved, unpacked, & settled my blogs will be more frequent. At the very least weekly so be sure to check back with ya girl ;-)