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Friends 4ever...maybe not

If you have had the pleasure of seeing any of my posts on twitter today (follow me @TheShaylaEm), you have probably noticed that I was sending a message.  I'll admit that I was in my feelings a little bit today, but I believe I had great reason.  

I have always been a nice person.  Willing to help when I can and sometimes being the absolute worst at saying no.  However, here lately, I feel like I have been abused, to say the least.  People that I am used to talking to a few days a week online, via an actual phone call, or via text have just disappeared.  I understand the excuse I'm busy, but if you are trying to be a friend to someone, don't you think you can find one minute to at least say hello or see how they are doing?  I would think so, but it is obvious everyone does not share the same mentality.  Even if it is just once a month, at least make an effort to show your friends you care.  I've always made an effort to be a very good friend because I know that is what …

A new type of feeling

For those people really close to me, they know that I am a clothing fanatic.  My closet is not as messy as it used to be because I cleaned it out a few weeks ago, but it is ridiculous.  My shoe game is getting better and they are in their boxes, but not the flip flops (except the ones from Guess).  Over the past few months, my fashion game has picked up because for the first time in my adult life, I feel comfortable enough in my skin to wear fashionable clothes instead of hide myself.

I went shopping yesterday at Ashley Stewart and I took the sizes I am accustomed to wearing to try on.  To my surprise (pleasant that is), everything I took to try on was too big.  In fact, they had to grab a pair of pants off the mannequin for me so that I could bring those home.  It was a great feeling and I feel like I've accomplished something.  I'm not wear I want to be, weight wise, yet, but I am working on it on a daily basis.  However, this post isn't about weight - it's about my c…

He straight up called me on my ish...Part II

So to keep a promise to my fabulous readers, I feel like I need to give you an update (hence Part II).  Well, I sent the text to find out about the "randomness".  In my opinion, I ended up with more randomness.  Even though I feel like the text I got was a bunch of "randomness", I guess he feels good about what he sent.  However, I am still lost in translation.  

Needless to say, I talked to my trusted friends again and got their opinions.  I won't give it away, but once again, both of them had the same thing to say (I need for them to stop agreeing with each other).  My guy friend though was rougher on me than my girl friend though.  Once again, he called me out!!!  He kept on me until I sent the text and then had the audacity to be mad at me when he learned I hadn't sent it.  Well, when I finally told him, he was pleased.  Geez...I didn't think it was that major, but to them, especially him, it was.  Now I'm playing the waiting game to see if anyth…

He straight up called me on my ish...

I've been trying my best to keep a straight face and level head for a couple of weeks now, but it's kind of hard when you have something so heavy on your mind.  The funny part is that someone close to me picked up on it.  They picked up on the "stress" because of how I was acting and the way I was doing certain things.  You never know who is paying attention to you and it is important to be mindful of that.  

This person finally had enough of my "antics" and asked me what was wrong.  I didn't want to tell him, but I knew I could trust him to not tell anyone else.  The funny part is, I wanted him to keep the conversation between us, yet I'm getting ready to share with you my issue.  It's weird, it doesn't come out of my mouth right at all, but when it comes to writing (via text, blog, fb messenger, etc.) the words just seem to come out just fine.  I never knew his question would open up a conversation that is still going on, but just in pieces…

Let me give you the skinny...

During the holiday weekend, I got the pleasure of spending some time with someone I haven't chilled with in a long time and of course, we had a few of our great conversations.  So, we went to a subject that we had never dared talk about, but our more mature minds were ready to handle.  
Size had never been an object to us.  However, she did tell me that she was proud of my weight loss.  Quiet as it is kept, I am too.  But, we got to the subject of skinny jeans.  She asked me if I wore skinny jeans.  With my usual antics, I proudly proclaimed yes.  I would have let her see me in mine, but I didn't have them on that particular day.  She admitted that she was self-conscious about wearing them.  She also told me that she had asked another plus diva about wearing them and she said her response was, "whether you wear them or not, people are still going to talk about you".  I don't know who this girl is, but I like her style.  
She made a very valid point.  No matter what…

Guess what?

I love pocketbooks.  I love shoes.  Some would even call it an addiction.  When it comes to my pocketbooks, I love a particular brand name.  I cannot help it.  I just love their stuff.  Well, today, I decided to treat myself.  I will tell you the store later on in this post, but for right now, let me tell you the story.  

I was so excited today because I had been looking online for a particular pocketbook and I was going to the store to get it.  When I walked in to this store, I didn't see the pocketbook I was looking for - it's bright pink so I would have noticed it immediately.  The sale associate was very helpful and when I described the bag to him, he let me know that it was no longer in the store, but that I should look around to see if something else caught my eye.  Well of course I was going to do that (LOL).  Well, a few other things did catch my eye, but I was trying to stay on budget.  Well, he let me look around for a while and then he came back to check on me.  He a…