tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596166566439372722024-02-18T19:40:59.272-06:002SenseMine and anything but commonNicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05150358431787318661noreply@blogger.comBlogger65125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659616656643937272.post-88866916212687785702010-07-05T16:24:00.004-05:002010-07-05T16:40:05.999-05:00Us vs. The StraightsOriginally, I was going to spend this time obsessing about my hair. But who really cares to hear about that? So, I'll keep this rant short and sweet. I washed my hair and left it like this. My mom [who prefers my hair straight (& boringly snooze filled)] hates it. So, naturally I love it! It's whimsical, voluminous, and free flowing-- just like me.Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05150358431787318661noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659616656643937272.post-60197469117258958082010-04-26T12:02:00.007-05:002010-07-05T16:20:18.103-05:00Men, Whips, and GladiatorsOf course, by "gladiators," I'm referring to my new favorite shoes--the silver flats with three ankle straps and beaded embellishments I purchased and wore to the annual church choir picnic. I arrived (fashionably late) to the usual aroma of meat on the grill, children running everywhere, and gospel music blaring through the speakers. I was sitting there chatting it up/flirting with my favorite Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05150358431787318661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659616656643937272.post-40455258659970338552009-11-20T14:00:00.006-06:002010-04-23T16:52:54.152-05:00Reading is FundamentalI'm a bit of a nerd in that I enjoy reading (and I don't mean magazines although, I enjoy the pretty pictures). I falter, however, because it can take me what seems like forever to finish one. This is most likely due to my lack of focus. I pick up one, read a little, put it down, and pick up another until I've either gotten through them all or forgotten with which I left off. So, I suppose I Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05150358431787318661noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659616656643937272.post-43970671386711810562009-11-20T13:56:00.001-06:002009-11-20T13:58:43.013-06:00Cliche'It's in these moments when the creative juices are flowing that I feel most alive. I'd been feeling so uninspired as of late and I'm still a bit withdrawn but I'm coming out! That's reason enough for me to celebrate with a post. It's funny how people and (unseen) forces may try but (as much as I hate to be cliche') "this joy I got, the World didn't give it and the World can't take it away." TheseNicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05150358431787318661noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659616656643937272.post-74951331983209588432009-08-03T22:43:00.003-05:002009-08-03T23:16:25.304-05:00You're Gonna Spend It Anyway...So. Here I am at my favorite place-- just me and the bargain buys. I have to be somewhere in thirty but I don't feel like running so, I take my time. Better late than never, I tell myself. With Michelle Obama: First Lady of Fashion and Style under my arm, I turned to take one last look before going back to the counter to pick up the couple of CDs I'd left behind. And there it was. Should I Do Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05150358431787318661noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659616656643937272.post-33465687965579896092009-06-12T22:29:00.002-05:002009-06-12T22:57:29.823-05:00BlogworthyHello all!! I took this picture of a flower given to me by a co-worker and just couldn't resist the urge to blog. To me, it just screamed BLOG!! So, here goes!It's been a while and a lot has changed but one thing remains the same. I don't think I'll ever be content until I've done what it is I think I was born to do. And that is be a musician. I mean, it won't be so until I've had the chance to Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05150358431787318661noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659616656643937272.post-45873854103147487422009-04-14T22:14:00.002-05:002009-04-14T22:49:01.587-05:00If Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend,......these shoes are the LOVE OF MY LIFE!!!I came home, dropped my shoes on the floor, and flopped down next to them. They landed just like this and the (wannabe) photographer in me thought to take a picture. I've had them so long, I don't even remember where I purchased them but I know I'll love them forever. I was going to ramble on but I think I'll let it at this. I love these shoesNicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05150358431787318661noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659616656643937272.post-62974223450992658882009-03-04T21:50:00.007-06:002009-03-04T22:59:50.268-06:00Victoria Can you keep a secret?I used to think I'd go crazy without the gift but now it seems like I'm going crazy because of the gift. I played today but it just didn't feel the same and I don't know what to do with myself (or the gift, now). I used to play because it simply felt so good. It didn't matter what the circumstances may have been. I played. Now I play when I have to and that's it. I even tryNicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05150358431787318661noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659616656643937272.post-84403963612324433012009-02-24T16:37:00.003-06:002009-02-24T16:55:54.581-06:00Oh, I almost forgot!!...The Best/Worst Thing to Happen to Me Yet...In other OMG! WTF! news, I quit my job today. I mean, I just up and quit! No calling in, no two weeks--nothing. I'm not even sure Boss Man's figured it out yet. Well, actually I'm still here (at work) but I'm obviously not working. I just pretend. (Didn't you catch the Oscars? And the award for Best Actress in a Blah Work Environment goes to...Nicole "2Sense" Write!!)...Back in the real world (Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05150358431787318661noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659616656643937272.post-13060268066925603802009-02-24T13:50:00.004-06:002009-02-24T16:33:20.254-06:00Shoe-gasm!There's nothing anyone can tell me to stop me from loving these shoes! Perfect fit, perfect heel, perfect color, and perfect everything! If these shoes were a man, I'd turn in my player's card and retire from the game because I am so in love!But that's not all. It would be terribly unlike me to post without mentioning "him." Seeing as how lately I've been doing quite a bit of juggling, maybe I Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05150358431787318661noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659616656643937272.post-49383038254884557932009-02-24T03:04:00.002-06:002009-02-24T03:24:18.583-06:000 to 60How is it possible for one woman to juggle (let's just say) two men without feeling like a completely jerkalicious, deceitful slut? I don't know but I've got to figure it out soon because I've managed to get myself into a little bit of a mess. I don't know how this happened. Wait, I lied. I do know but I mean, how was I to know it would turn out this way? I can't help it if I'm beautiful and Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05150358431787318661noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659616656643937272.post-55057033594864678022009-02-04T23:28:00.006-06:002009-02-13T14:53:02.087-06:00The Cool 25!I was tagged on facebook and posted a list of 25 there but since then, I've thought of what I consider to be much cooler things to list. You may not care to know anymore about me but then again, if you didn't care to know, why would you be reading this post?...Buckle up because this is gonna be a wild ride! (lol, j/k)1. I've never been married but I feel as though I have been divorced (from musicNicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05150358431787318661noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659616656643937272.post-85700017856843247022009-02-04T16:08:00.009-06:002009-02-04T16:59:06.360-06:00Mrs. B's StudioI think it's happening again. I could have sworn the ink was dry and the divorce was final but yet again,...She asked and I could not decline. This woman is like a (grand)mother to me! Besides I do still love him (even though I can't stand him sometimes, I mean, most of the time).I stuck my head into the door of the barbershop hoping not to be bombarded by the lustful stares of a room full of oldNicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05150358431787318661noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659616656643937272.post-80138732887469848482009-01-17T01:11:00.006-06:002009-01-17T01:26:56.143-06:00Going GreenDiggin’ this energy and well aware that this will never stay between just you and me because I can barely contain myself. Here I am, head over heels, heels over head, and nose wide open. Mine prefers your scent over any other. But you’re unavailable right now so I’ll leave this message after the tone-- yours deep, rich, and resonating through the drums in my ear. The cadence heavy on the 808 and Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05150358431787318661noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659616656643937272.post-27983871392770224872008-12-22T14:18:00.002-06:002008-12-22T14:22:54.253-06:00The Romanticism of PoliticsI came across the video on The Young, Black, and Fabulous (TheYBF.com). I don't usually bring up politics and in no way am I trying to now but I believe in love and this video made my heart dance. (Plus, this is my favorite song on Musiq Soulchild's album "On My Radio.")God is Love. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05150358431787318661noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659616656643937272.post-44439919355863231672008-12-20T00:33:00.005-06:002008-12-20T00:37:49.547-06:00Wrong Place, Wrong TimeI so don’t belong here. I’m supposed to be where the big city lights are singing and dancing (in the streets), living in a loft, and writing for BlackBook, Vibe, Vogue, Essence, and myself! All kinds of clip ideas run through my head--so many that I lose them to forgetfulness before I can write them down. I should have a laptop nearby at all times or at least a pen and paper. But I’m stuck Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05150358431787318661noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659616656643937272.post-76902490095551434552008-12-18T01:21:00.004-06:002008-12-18T01:35:07.539-06:00There Was The One...There was the one that made me feel like nothing else mattered. There was the one who made sleep easy. There was the one who made it impossible to stay mad. And there was the one. He was the one. ...He was the one my mother loved. He was the one who loved me unconditionally. He was the one who waited for me. He was the one who taught me. He was the encouraging one. He encouraged me to Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05150358431787318661noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659616656643937272.post-91275829127628101642008-12-10T16:20:00.009-06:002008-12-11T13:20:32.155-06:00Just Because I'm a Lover......don't mean I'm not a fighter. For those of you that may have a problem with my blatant disregard for the King's English and every rule of grammar there is (most of which I probably don't even know), let me rephrase that. (Note about the author: I have a Bachelor's degree in Finance, not English.) The fact that I am a lover does not necessarily indicate that I am not a fighter as well. (Better?Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05150358431787318661noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659616656643937272.post-81187959239615096492008-12-01T23:54:00.006-06:002008-12-02T14:10:36.812-06:00I Have No Idea What Happened After ThatIt's Friday. I'm sitting in my parked car under the veil of night's darkness watching the raindrops join the river water. Thoughts overwhelm me as I try to distract myself by singing but the song's lyrics only trigger a descend into deeper thought. People come and go all around me (mostly cars packed with young girls parking while they go off with their boyfriends to do who knows what) but after Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05150358431787318661noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659616656643937272.post-52936271586058936092008-11-25T14:13:00.007-06:002008-11-25T15:25:20.119-06:00Wonder W.T.F. WomanMy mother has always told me, It's better to be asked up than to be asked down.Now, I know I have been hard on Bey, but this is the last thing I'm gonna say about her. I promise (well, at least until she or "her camp" makes another ridiculous statement).The next Wonder Woman?...I'm really fighting the urge to say, 'B**** please!' as I make the infamous boo-boo face.Bey, I remember when you said Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05150358431787318661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659616656643937272.post-30284360256030374902008-11-25T13:45:00.006-06:002008-12-03T14:32:09.946-06:00Sasha's Not So Fierce (Sorry, Bey)Okay. I tried. I really tried!! I went to the store with every intention of purchasing the CD (I Am...Sasha Fierce). But after sampling the songs, I did not find it to be worth its price of twenty dollars (Wtcrap?!). I was very eager to discover Sasha's ferocity but I was just not impressed. I talk like this 'cause I can back it up....I got a big ego?....Maybe. Maybe not. Although I do admit to Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05150358431787318661noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659616656643937272.post-70403899049829577742008-11-21T14:15:00.005-06:002008-11-25T13:44:22.150-06:00Zzz....Wake Me When It's OverI'm a little bored with the men in my life right now. Although sweet, caring, and somewhat funny they are (one in particular), I catch myself dozing off and drifting away during conversation. I'm not sure if it's a regional thing or a race thing even but I need an Obama (meaning Change, not the actual person) ASAP!!!He calls just to say good morning and once more to hear my voice before he goes Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05150358431787318661noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659616656643937272.post-50762984059194157582008-11-19T00:33:00.004-06:002008-11-25T13:28:03.042-06:00C.R.U.S.H.He's not quite as tall as I like them but stands above me in heels so, he passes--barely. He has dark brown skin to which chocolate doesn't even compare and shoulders broader than the heaven's scope....Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05150358431787318661noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659616656643937272.post-30619520083084929272008-11-18T00:05:00.010-06:002008-11-18T00:43:57.837-06:00"Sasha Fierce??"Alright, let me start by saying that I do not mean for this entry to condemn or take away anything from anyone. I think these frustrations have been brought about by the constant presence of Beyonce (and her alter ego, "Sasha Fierce"). They seem to be everywhere I turn. Although she is a beautiful and talented woman, I am growing a little weary and I sometimes can't help noticing hypocritical Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05150358431787318661noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659616656643937272.post-53826560718022348042008-11-13T22:23:00.004-06:002008-11-13T23:03:25.068-06:00The PhoneLook! I tried not to say anything but why must you answer that thing every time it rings? I understand that we are not exclusive and it's hard to ignore its constant vibrations but if she were that important, wouldn't she be here in my place? Yes, I said 'she.' I know it's a girl because your voices changes and you don't call names. I don't care about the sex of your callers though. Just hang up Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05150358431787318661noreply@blogger.com3