Thursday, April 26, 2012

Zya Felix

A few years ago, I did a post on the Zya Felix purse collection. Well, that was a few years ago and Zya Felix has undergone a revamp and transformation. I have known Zya Felix Owner and CEO for over 10 years ago. I am pretty sure we met in the high school cafeteria through a mutual friend of ours. We clicked instantly and became friends. We aren't the kind of friends that gist every single day. We see each other every once in a while but then we pick up right where we left off. Anyways, it's been really cool seeing an idea turn into reality. We all know the drill, we sit all day thinking about if we could do this or if we could do that and never really get it done. For all those that get to achieve their dreams, I never hesitate to give them their kudos, cuz that is not an easy feat. Which is why I am oh so very proud of my friend for going through with her dream and putting in all that hard work and sleepless nights. Check out the pictures below and if you like what you see, she will be running a special: All purchases for a limited time on the site will get free shipping with coupon code "freeship" on items over $70 OR 10% purchases over $50 dollars using "ZFLaunch10"
Feel free to visit the website at Have a lovely weekend guys! ">

Sunday, April 22, 2012

Had to share

Just got directed to this man. Friend and fellow New Orleans native to Frank Ocean. In all honesty, the song is just okay but he is fine as hell. Enjoy. PS Just realized my last post was my 300th post. Yay me. Carry on. ">

Thursday, April 19, 2012


I would like to stress that I DID NOT write this blogpost. This is a blog post that I read on All credit goes to the author of that blog's and NOT MINE. I just really liked it and wanted to share.

Pick a partner, Choose a career, Raise a child...when you're still clueless?
What does a 20-something year old know about picking a life partner?

How much foresight does an 18-year-old have to choose a life career?

What does a young 25-year-old mother know about raising a newborn?

Where does the 21-year-old recent graduate gain knowledge about how to invest all his disposable income?

By the time the importance of investment dawns on him, he's married with 2 children and his disposable income has become tied down by 16 years of paying school fees.

By the time you gain decades of life experience and wisdom to raise your children, you turn around to find out that your babies are adults -- telling you what their own take on life is.

By the time you're older and wise enough to want more than pretty lips and smooth words in a spouse, the dating pool has shrunk so much you fear that love might have passed you by in the haze of self-centered youthful exuberance.

And just when you pass your exams and receive admission into the Ivy leagues of medical schools, you stumble on your hidden talent and passion for fashion.

Ha ha ha. The joke is on us.

Have you noticed how we have to make the most crucial decisions of our lives during the most inexperienced years of our existence?

To think that I have to sow the seeds that I will reap during the rest of my life during the years when I have the least amount of experience and wisdom to do so!

By the time I'm 40, 50, the fruit of those seeds slowly begin to ripen. The previous 2 decades of work (or sloth) begin to show their results. Joy - if that fruit is sweet and juicy. If it's not? Pain and regret!

So I have come to the scary conclusion that I am clueless. I would be a fool to dive into this life pretending like I know what I'm doing. Pretending like I have the know-how, wisdom and knowledge to make generation shaping decisions. Decisions that are seemingly inconsequentially mine to make, yet they ripple down my bloodline long after my 80 - 90 years on earth.

God has a fantastic sense of humour (and infinite wisdom). Woe unto me if I dive into the beautiful adventure of life without basking in his ways, his word and his wisdom.

Once again, this is not mine. All credit goes to

All week long I have been listening to Lana Del Rey's "Born to Die". I love this album die. I am still a bit baffled that the U.S hasn't taken to her. If you haven't heard her album, I'd recommend it. Ok fine, I'll admit I can see how she can be an acquired taste but not for me, I loved her at first listen. I am posting my favorite song on the album below but some of my other faves are Lucky Ones, Video Games, Blue Jeans, Summertime Sadness, Million Dollar Man, National Anthem.(I swear I didn't just list the whole album). Have a wonderful weekend guys. As always - be safe!

Update - So I just did a search and realized I have posted this song before. Ah well, enjoy again :D


Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Piece of Advice

Just read a blog post on VSB: 10 Things I’d Tell My Teenage Daughter About Men, Dating, Relationships, And Sex

My favorite:

8.I know I’m your father and you love me and shit, but don’t try to date men like me

I’m an awkward asshole who only tricked your mother into marrying me because I told her the Sultan of Brunei is my second cousin on my dad’s side. Your best strategy would be to avoid all assholes, awkward and, um, unawkward, regardless of how attractive and “unique” they seem to be. You can usually easily spot them, too. They’re the ones who intrigue you and make you feel a little tingly because they literally do not give a f*ck about you or anything you do.

I actually don’t expect you to follow this advice, but if you did it would save you a shitload of unnecessary heartache.

The last paragraph especially cracked me up cuz it's so true.

The rest of the list is here

Happy Hump Day people!!!

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Friday Randoms

3 posts in one week though...This is an anomaly, eh? Hi guys, how are you all doing? I feel like it was just Good Friday yesterday and all of a sudden it's Friday again. Well look who is not complaining. The weekends are ever and always so welcome in my world. I am trying to see if I can go to bed early and catch a decent amount of sleep. If you don't know, I have terrible sleeping patterns. I can't seem to sleep straight for hours without waking up in intervals, so I end up being so tired most of the time. The last two days, my right eye has been twitching something fierce and the consensus was either sleep or stress (booo!). Anyhue, I don't have much for you guys today but less go!

When really old people are cast in franchises/tv shows, I always wonder what happens if they pass away.[This was inspired by watching the very old Donald Sutherland in Hunger Games and wondering if he will make it through the trilogy]. Bad, bad Taynement. I know.

Sometimes when people think our generation is far gone sexually, I keep thinking we can't be that far off if the depiction of awon Spartacus in the Roman times are accurate. Heck, at some point people used to boink their siblings.

Why do people take their blackberry hate so personally? If you enjoy your iphone and android and stuff then cool. Allow us that like our BB's to use in peace. I actually have never had any major problems with my BB like people I know who complain about incessant freezing.

Pelvic stubble irks me. There's that "look" when one shaves down there. There's this look that razors give that is just blech to me.

It's quite sad how domestic violence is so rampant in our generation. You would think there are some things that wouldn't be carried on as educated, enlightened people but so far there are a lot of repeated transgressions I see carried down from our parent's generations.

Someone asked if you should lie to your gf and be polite about their cooking, if they are not able to cook. I responded with a no because I believe bad cooking is fixable and they'll never know if they are never told. What say ye? yay or nay?

A lot of us women are great at making excuses for men.

I went out last weekend and boy are the dresses tighter and shorter. Yup, I am getting old.

I know I have said this before but really why don't they put water or something in the coffee cups on tv shows. It's quite obvious that the cups are empty.

My name is Taynement and I am a deal site addict. I am currently a member of Group On, Living Social and Google offers. I find myself buying one thing or the other. This week alone i got a bootcamp deal, starbucks offer, massage. Help!

Someone pointed out that the women on shows like Spartacus and Game of Thrones and the like don't seem to require foreplay before penetration and I chuckled cuz its true. Next time you watch dem shows it's 1, 2, 3 and in he goes!

When two people have a child together, that is a bond not to be underestimated. Especially when they are on good terms.

People that whine about music of nowadays is trash and what happened to music from back in the day, need to stfu, stick a pacifier in their mouth, find a parking space and park very well. Hiss.

Some things I wish I didn't know but I do but have to act like I don't.

I was reading a book today and it asked "When was the exact moment you truly realized that you were a woman?" I am still thinking about my answer but if you have yours feel free to share. Funny enough, most of the responses were centered on the first time a guys made some comment about their looks or something.

Well that's all I got for yall. Have a wonderful weekend guys. As always , be safe!


Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Death and all it's friends

I follow the movie critic Roger Ebert on Twitter. Way back when I was broke as hell and couldn't afford cable, I caught his show every weekend unfailingly. I started watching when I came to America which was right when his movie critic partner Siskel passed away. I watched every episode that served as an audition for a replacement and watched as he picked the person I liked the least, Richard Roeper. I respect Roger Ebert as a critic, because he isn't as pretentious as most of the others and he "gets it". I was saddened when he got cancer and lost his speech and watched his countless interviews showing how he was coping and his genuine love for his wife (who is black btw). He may have lost his voice but not his spirit as you can see from his tweets. A few days ago, I tweeted about wondering how he felt given the numerous deaths he kept posting about. Coincidentally, today he wrote an article that addressed it - I remember you. I liked it a lot and was just an introspective look on something that will happen to us all eventually.

Here's the article -

Here's an excerpt that touched me: "They exist in my mind--in countless minds. But in a century the human race will have forgotten them, and me as well. Nobody will be able to say how we sounded when we spoke. If they tell our old jokes, they won't know whose they were.

That is what death means. We exist in the minds of other people, in thousands of memory clusters, and one by one those clusters fade and disappear. Some years from now, at a funeral with a slide show, only one person will be able to say who we were. Then no one will know"


Monday, April 9, 2012

It crossed my mind...

Today I had a really random thought about an old co-worker of mine. Sarah* was a very white lady from Canada. Sarah was very quiet and a lot awkward. She never gave eye contact.Her eyes were always darting around or she stared at the ground. Had lunch with noone and generally kept to herself. My cubicle got moved and somehow I sat in front of Sarah, me being me I was able to start talking to her and get her to open up and I got to know her better.

See, Sarah wore a hijab and I always thought she was lebanese or something. I actually found out she was Canadian when I moved beside her. So I asked how a white Canadian became a muslim. Sarah told me how she used to be a wild child back in the day and was the penultimate party girl. She also only dated black guys - well that explained the picture of the black kid that hung on her cubicle wall. She had a son. Well one of the guys she dated started learning about Islam and she picked up some stuff every now and then and liked what she was learning. So much so that even after their relationship was over, she continued to learn and eventually converted to Islam. She wanted to go all the way and started wearing a hijab.

Sarah was on the interwebz. I wanna say it was a yahoo chat group for muslims but it's been so long that I can't remember, but anyways she met a guy on there, they chatted and hit it off and had great conversations. Thing was - he lived in Jordan. But Sarah believed in their connection and decided to take a chance and go visit him. She bought a ticket and went to go visit. The visit went great. He lived with his family and she got to meet them all and stay in his house. The visit went so great that by the time Sarah came home after her week's stay, she returned to the U.S a married woman.

No guys, I am not making it up.

See as a devout muslim, it's not like they could get a hotel or have private time. Definitely no hanky panky. So they figured, why not? At the time I became cubicle neighbors with Sara, she was in the process of naturalizing so she could bring her husband here. She has Native American blood in her which automatically guarantees her citizenship but she had no desire to be a citizen till she had to bring her husband over. I became cool with Sarah, even had her number and we spoke from time to time, most of the conversation centering around her naturalization process and bringing her husband over. Every year, Sarah made the trip to Jordan for 2 weeks to spend time with her husband and always hoped she got pregnant. I left that company and somehow lost Sarah's number, so I never knew what happened in the end.

I don't know why she crossed my mind today but she did. I hope wherever she is, she got to bring her husband over, have the kid she wanted and most importantly, I hope she is happy.

Hope everyone had a good Monday :)

*name changed

Thursday, April 5, 2012

Friday Randoms

I feel like it's rude to not write a lil' something before diving straight into randoms so I am racking my brain trying to think of what to say. Things have been okay, stuff here and there I can't really mention here. Work's been busy which is good, I get unnerved when I have down time and nothing to do. I'm catholic and it's Holy Week i.e the three days leading up to Easter. I have to say I had a good Lent this year and really put effort in my relationship with God. I learned a lot and got a lot out of it.You guys remember how I said I'd get a journal and try for the umpteenth time to maintain one,well yea that failed. I got it last August and I have only written in it 4 times. The 4th time being last night. Funny how the only time I can write in a journal is when i am truly bummed.Ooooh, before I forget, I got a comment on my Settling post from someone named Jubekee who offered to write about the subject and it always slipped my mind. Please if you are reading this and would still like to write feel free to contact me at Aiite peoples, let's random.

Was having lunch with a group of friends and a friend made a general comment about women, I tried saying that I didn't necessarily feel that way and I was patronized. I am not sure why some guys feel the need to group all women as the same instead of treating them individually. When you try to say your own it becomes you are lying or trying to seem different.

I forget what I was watching but in the movie these guys mentioned their tactics for women saying men have to break women down. "You praise them early on and dog them later in the relationship that way you have them begging for your attention". Blank stare, confused face. Thank God it was a movie (right?)

I am seriously in awe of Beyonce's post baby bod.

Sometimes when I see actor's doing love scenes I wonder what they are thinking,especially if it's not the typical hot co-star. Sure, it's just a job but they get to "do" people they won't ordinarily do like maybe a little person, someone from another race, a short pudgy guy?

That being said while watching Game of Thrones I wondered if I would freak out if i had to do a midget. My friend was like I am too picky and probably will. rolls eyes.

I don't believe in mediums/psychics and the like but watching Long Island medium, I can't tell if we're being fooled or if she is for real.

Omo, everyday I see and hear babes who get guys to get them stuff. I, on the other hand am a dulling dullard. Let me go sign up for classes to learn. Ha ha, I keed. While I am sure it is nice, I'd probably go crazy feeling indebted. Kudos to the babes though.

So I sleep with my watch on. Apparently this is strange.

I don't get the Kerry Washington hype.

My friend has a theory that when we get to a certain age and are still single that we'll settle. Not the typical settling but settling with friends we've known for a while and to him that's not such a bad thing. What say ye, yay or nay?

I don't know if I could date an athlete. I'm pretty squirmish when it comes to injuries, blood and the like. I dated a football player once and his injuries were just hard to see, not to talk of the worry.

Yesterday I heard that girls with guys who have small penises have higher sexual satisfaction. Yes, are you yimu'ing with me? That just made me wonder why most girls don't realize that their men have small penises till they break up. That's when you start hearing "the sex was wack anyways". lol

I leave you with this quote: "Women reading cosmos and having all these expectations is like guys watching porn and having all these expectations"

Hope you guys have a wonderful weekend. Have a lovely Easter and be safe!

So I get accused of not posting Nigerian songs, so I am posting one today. Loves it.


Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Some Songs...

Just a few songs I like....

Kelly Clarkson - Dark Side


Haley Reinhart - Free


Ellie Goulding - The Writer


Lana Del Ray - Dark Paradise


Frank Ocean - 4 Tears


Frank Ocean - Scared of Beautiful


Sunday, April 1, 2012

A Map and A Plan

Lately, I have been feeling very discontent[especially job wise]. I want more. I deserve more. I need a change. I know I have to go out there and get my "more" but honestly, I'll admit I don't know where to start from to get this. I'm almost tired of praying about it cuz I feel it's going to voice mail. Ok, I'll admit I have been getting a string of messages that basically say to trust Him and be patient, but for how long?:(. Anyways, I got one of these messages again today via a blog I read - Stuff Christians Like by Jon Acuff. As always, I figured I'll share with you guys. Enjoy and have a wonderful week ahead!

I want a plan.

I want a 10-year vision with details and steps and instructions.

I want to map out the next 40 years of my life and know exactly where I am going and how I am going to get there.

And every time I pray about that desire, every time I ask God for that, his answer is really simple:


Maybe you’re having the same conversation with him I’m having right now. Everyone told you that college was going to be the “best years of your life,” and you’re a sophomore and they haven’t happened yet. Or you’re a junior and graduation isn’t a release, it’s a time bomb waiting to send you into the worst employment situation we’ve had since World War II.

Maybe you had a picture of how marriage was going to be. But in what felt like a blink of an eye, the word “divorced” was added to your bio.

Maybe you’re unemployed, and it feels like you lost more than just your job, you lost your identity.

Maybe you can’t imagine sitting in a cubicle for the next 40 years of your life. Little kids don’t dream about growing up to be what you became.

Regardless of the path you took, a lot of us end up in the same place – the woods of life.

The trees are darker than we thought, the path more difficult to find, the way home wholly lost.

And so we turn to God asking for a plan and he says, “No.” Or he doesn’t say anything, which feels like no in most ways.

That’s exactly where I found myself three-and-a-half years ago.

It was November 5, 2008. Stuff Christians Like had existed for 9 months. It was growing, but I didn’t know why. I was going somewhere with my writing, but I didn’t know where. I felt stuck and confused, sitting in a cubicle for 40 hours a week at an IT day job while this other thing started to tug at my sleeve.

And so I wrote in my journal a lot, especially on that Monday, because I’d just visited Dave Ramsey’s office for the first time.

I spoke to his whole team, and it was the second time I’d ever spoken professionally. I had no idea what I was doing as a blogger, a speaker or a writer, but when presented the opportunity to speak there, I took it. And it went well.

A week later, I was back in my cubicle, back in my normal life, and frustrated with the thought that there was something else I was supposed to be doing.

This is what I wrote down in my journal:

“God, I’m afraid of giving the Stuff Christians Like blog everything I have and getting my hopes and dreams tied up in it because at some point it will end. It will disappear and I’m afraid that when that happens I’ll be left with nothing.”

As a way to prevent myself from being hurt, I’ve inappropriately taken the attitude before of “If I don’t care that much or get that excited, I can’t be hurt that much if things don’t work out.” This is a toxic way to go through life, but that’s where I was at that moment. Afraid to let go. Afraid to let loose.

This is how I felt like God responded to my fear of giving too much to Stuff Christians Like. I didn’t see these words written on a wall or receive them from a burning bush. This is just what I heard in my heart and scribbled down in my notebook:

“Good, you’re right to fear that Stuff Christians Like will go away. Because that will happen. It will vanish and evaporate one day. That’s why I don’t want you to give your all to the site. I want you to give your all to me. I want all your hopes and all your dreams.

Because I am unchanging. I will not go away. I will not fade, I will not vanish. I am the great I am. I and I alone can make that statement. You can’t see it right now. Your eyes are blind to the things I’m doing, but know that in the mosaic of my mind, the only mind that spans generations, I am preparing you for something. I am tilling your heart and your soul right now. I am stirring up everything you think you know about you and me because I am preparing you for something. And what that is, I will not say, but know that it is mine, and things that are mine begin in love and end in love and they never make sense to the human mind because my designs are too wonderful to fathom.”

At the time I wrote that, I could have never imagined I’d one day join Dave Ramsey’s team. I didn’t know that we’d move to Nashville. I didn’t know I’d get to write books or travel around the country or do any of the ridiculous things that have happened in the last three years.

But God knew, even if he refused to tell me.

I don’t know where your path is going to lead. I don’t really know where mine will lead next, to tell you the truth, but I don’t need to.

Because if I could tell you one thing today, I know what I’d say. In fact, if I could build a time machine and go back to that frustrated, angry, confused Jon Acuff that scribbled in a 5 star notebook in his car before he went inside to start his day job, I’d tell him the same thing:

You don’t need a perfect map for your life. You’ve already got a perfect Messiah. And, though it feels impossible to believe sometimes and doesn’t match your expectations, he’s got a plan more wondrous than you can even imagine.