Hi Hater!!

Got to put up some quick thoughts about people hatin’…..

You all know what I’m talking about: Girls HATIN’ on Girls. It gets vicious. Hatin’ is when you dislike someone because of your own jealousy. I bet you’ve been hated on before. I used to hate on people and people used to hate on me. As I get older, I have a better view on the subject. You get to a certain point in your life where you accept others for WHO THEY ARE! I really try to live by, “treat others as you would want to be treated.” We all make mistakes, but there is never a better time then NOW to start being more positive and confident in yourself.

Let me give you an example of something: Jill is a college graduate, volunteers with charities, has many friends, she has a nice figure and she wears revealing clothes. All the guys think she is hot, but she only has eyes for her boyfriend of 2 years. Now here comes Jane. Jane is not happy with her body, her boyfriend OR her job. Jane meets Jill through a mutual friend and after one look of Jill’s low cut shirt, Jane whispers to her boyfriend, “DID YOU SEE THAT WHORE?”

GNO’s…A Must

GNO=Girl’s Night Out

Whether your single, dating, engaged, married, divorced, widowed, or a parent, you gotta keep up with your GNO’s. There was a time in my life where I did not value these gatherings with my girls and what a sad time this was.

I was insecure, lonely, & seclusive. I only worried about spending time with my ex becuase it was that “type” of relationship. In 2001 all of that changed. I was 20 years old and had gotten back in touch with some of my old friends from highschool (the very friends I write this blog with). While I had other GNO’s before, there was something about this year that changed me (for the better). Our first GNO was to Club One in a seedy area of Chicago. This night ended up being one of the most memorable nights of my life. We weren’t yet 21, but we are on a mission to look our best and dance our asses off! That we did. The club was like a highschool gym, but they played music we loved and we enjoyed the company of each other. By the end of the night we went back to Faby’s car and realized it had been broken into. The passenger side window was shattered and we had a long ride home. This disaster didn’t break our night. We were pissed and disappointed that it happened, but it didn’t deter us from planning the next GNO. This night was actually where it all began for me and it embedded such a priceless memory into my mind.

Here we are now, 8 years later. Since 2001 we have