"Make Her Feel Good"

I've learned a new trick to make me feel good. I'd like to share it.

If I read my daily devotional and apply the message to my day, then I'm living right. And it shows.

If I tell myself "You will have a beautiful blessed day", then I will. And it shows.

If I dress to the nines and look my best, then it makes me feel good. Think about it. When you put on baggy sweats and sport a ponytail (doorag for the fellas) then you feel so blah and wee bit sluggish. Petty things can ruin your entire day. But when you step your feet into some sharp stilettos (new Timbs for the fellas), got the hair freshly done, a fill-in on your acrylic nails, and dress to impress.....WATCH OUT! You carry yourself in a more confident manner. That's because you KNOW you look good. So your whole attitude changes from the inside out. And it shows.

If I follow these steps every morning, then I feel good. And it shows.

My head is held a little higher. My smile is brighter. My voice is even more pleasant. The sway in my hips is exaggerated. The bounce in my hair seems lighter. So does the weight on my shoulders. And it shows.

2005 Lessons

At the end of each year, I reflect on what I've learned. It helps me to not make the same mistakes twice. Its better than making new year's resolutions that you know you ain't gone' keep! So allow me to share with you my Top 10 of lessons I've learned in 2005.


**Its not possible to be disappointed or let down if you just "let it ride."

**Do not plan anything. Plans are like promises, and meant to be broken.

**Take it day by day, for what its worth....and nothing more.

**Don't have expectations of anyone. We all put our pants on the same way.

**Nothing's ever promised tomorrow today.

**Some choices may hurt, but its the only way.

**Its okay to be self confident with high standards. Its not okay to settle.

**Its right to spoil yourself; its wrong to be selfish with others.

**Give a hug at least once a day. Experience that moment of peace.

**Spend time with loved ones. You never know when someone is missing you.


HAPPY NEW YEAR !!!

Happy Holidays

Happy Holidays to all my dear readers. May your holidays be merry and blessed.

"Um, can you...?"

Don't you hate when questions start off with "Um, can you...?"

OK, so I'm minding my own business. On the other side of the room this is the conversation I hear:

June says "Oh, I'll buy you lunch today."

Jean says "No, that's okay. I brought lunch today."

Mary says "No, I'm fine. Thanks anyway."

June says "No, I INSIST. Lunch is on me today. Whatever you want."

Then I see June waddling over to my desk and plops down in the chair. "Um, can you go pick up lunch? I'm buying Mary and Jean whatever they want."

Can you believe that? You want me to go spend my gas, use mileage on my leased car, to go pick up lunch for somebody else?! And you don't even offer to buy lunch for ME?! Now I wouldn't mind if I was getting fed too. But wait---it gets worse. Without skipping a beat, June says "Um, can you pay for it and I reimburse you in a couple days?"

Yes, you read that right. How the f*ck you gonna offer to buy somebody lunch and you broke? How can you fix your mouth to ask somebody ELSE to pay for it AFTER you insisted on treating?

Lesson is: Don't offer what you don't have!

"My Humps"

Everyday its the same ole routine. I hear the loud annoying sound of the alarm clock, reluctantly get off the comfy mattress that has my permanent body imprint in the middle. My soft bare feet hit the cold hardwood floor. I stretch, yawn, then change my mind about getting up. My manicured hand hits the snooze button for the third time this morning. I dive back into the warm flannel sheets. I lay my head on the pillow and doze for another 9 minutes. There goes that annoying alarm clock buzz again.

Then I rise and get ready for an 8 hour shift at a job that I am not satisfied with. Go to work, put on a fake smile, laugh and gossip with the gang, all the while wishing I was somewhere else. Finally the clock reaches 5:00pm. YES---I am free to leave this joint. All to go home, and get ready to repeat the same routine.

Today I realized something precious. It hit me like a ton of bricks.

I've come across a hump in my life. Its time to change my daily routine. I'm too young to feel so tired all the time. I'm too young to drag day by day. I'm too young to count the hours in a day. I'm too young to deal with this monotonous shit.

From this day forth, I'm gonna dedicate the time to make changes to my life that will better ME. Changes that will make me a happier chick. I dare YOU to do the same!

"Welcome to Detroit City"

What is the city coming to? I wanna know all the people who voted for this embesile Kwame Kilpatrick. Did you not see all the harm he brought our city Detroit? That man has done nothing good for this city but bring harm, turmoil, and unemployment. We are in the top 5 of unemployed cities in the entire country because of Kwame. He uses our tax dollars for renting Navigators for his wife, booking luxury hotel rooms for his hoes, taking vacations, and buying jewelry. Lets not forget about the pending murder case he is heavily involved in. He didn't bring the Super Bowl to the city........Mayor Dennis Archer did. He didn't order all the construction to better our roads.......Mayor Dennis Archer did. I am so disgusted that the people who live in Detroit are blind to Kwame's shenanigans. My best friend that lives in Houston even knows how bad an influence he is. How does that make our city look if the whole world knows what kind of man is "leading" us? Hip Hop Mayor my arse!

Fess up........who voted for Kwame Kilpatrick? What you smokin' on?

**climbing down off soapbox**

My Published Poem

Thought I would share one of my published poems. Enjoy and comment.

Oh God--not another painful day

I took Excedrin Migraine but it chose to stay

The aura began thirty minutes ago

No more vomit--that's when I was four

Nausea, sensitivity to sound and light

Confusion, depression, and no appetite

Can't hardly see because I'm so dizzy

Everyday one out of seven Americans stop their activities

My prescription Elavil is making me drowsy

How can one function feeling this lowsy

Time to get the icepack and lie down

Lord give me strength--its starting to pound

ThrobbingPulsatingBuildingInSeverity

Excuse my jibberish--my words are slurring

Have you experienced this excruciating pain

What is it called--a MIGRAINE

By: La Dontai

September 16, 2000

We Living On Dreams

I'm sitting here asking myself "What is my passion? What will I be happy doing for the rest of my life, without getting paid to do it?" I have two passions. I love to read and write fiction stories. Have you ever read a book so good that you forgot about your "real" life and got so involved with the characters that you could envision every scene the author wrote? If not, I have a few recommendations of books that you could get lost in.

I want to give that feeling to readers someday. I want somebody to pick up my novel, block everything out, leave their world for just a moment, and get lost in my words. I want to publish a page turner. I would actually be content if I could just sit back and write fiction stories for the public to enjoy. Just the thought of sharing my talent with the world is payment enough.

Now there is a flip side to that. I have a tendency to critique while I'm reading. There is nothing worse than reading a book filled with grammatical and spelling errors. Words being used in the wrong context. Dead people popping up at the end of the book for a dialogue. Repeat paragraphs. I understand that new young aspiring authors may have self-published, but my goodness invest your money into getting an EDITOR. Unfortunately, this shows up frequently in African- American literature **coughTripleCrownPublicationscough**. Thus, my second passion: to be an editor. I will gladly read, critique, and edit fiction books for free all day long.

Ask yourself the same thing: What is your passion? What will you do for free?

Note to Anonymous Posters

Unfortuntely, I can no longer allow anonymous comments to be posted on my blog. I am sorry for the inconvenience this may cause. Please leave your name while posting so I may give you proper recognition.

For the anonymous person who realized she was the "friend" I was referring to, it would be greatly appreciated if you came forth and we discussed what you did. That was not the proper way to approach me by leaving an anonymous confession on my blog. I realize that people make honest mistakes all the time. If you really know me, you should realize that not one hateful bone exists in my body. I do believe in forgiveness. And remember the TRUTH ALWAYS COMES TO LIGHT!

Girls, Girls, Girls

Females. I keep few as friends. Eventually they show their true colors: emotional, fake, sneaky, conniving, jealous liars. It amazes me how females can spread rumors or talk about you behind your back, then smile in your face. Unfortunately, I have just realized I have a "friend" like that.

Times like this I miss my best friend Cherita. I could tell her anything and expect non-judgemental, rational, logical, and sound advice. Best friends like that are irreplaceable. Cherita moved out of state so it makes its not so easy to pick up the phone and spill my guts. I can't just run over her house real quick to do re-enactments of my day.

So since my best friend is unavailable right now, this blog will have to suffice. I need advice. Should I confront this "friend" that betrayed my friendship?

Work It Out

I try not to let anything stress me out because it gives me migraines. But waking up each morning, preparing to go to a job that is stressful is not good for my health. Don't get me wrong. I am blessed and thankful to even have a job in the tough state the economy is in. I'm even handling people's finances which is my dream. I love numbers. I love crunching budgets. I love calculations. I love helping people manage their money. I get paid a nice salary (not commission or hourly rate). But is it worth the stress? How many of you out there are not satisfied with your job, but deal with it?

I'm very successful for my age. Associates Degree in Banking/Finance. Bachelors Degree in Finance/Business Administration. Valedictorian of my college graduating class. Shouldn't jobs be seeking me out, and not the other way around? Maybe all I need is patience. Its truly a gift to have. And a trait I did not inherit. When I want something, I want it immediate. And right now, I want a job thats less stressful. No unrealistic goals to meet. Co-workers that I can enjoy working with everyday. A more lax environment. Casual attire, so I can stop trying to find an outfit to match one of the few blazers I own that sit idly on the back of my chair. Customers who are not rude. Better yet, I don't even need to work with the public....stick me in a department behind the scenes. Is that too much to ask?

Introduction to La Dontai

Hello to all my readers. This blog will give me a chance to vent and get some responses. Stay tuned for the Thoughts of La Dontai...