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Thursday, September 24, 2026

I REMEMBER WHEN…


Some stories are about the people you met.

Others are about the person you became because of them.

I remember when Debbie used to visit Las Vegas.

The good.

The bad.

The glamorous.

And the heartbreaking.

She would tell stories about VIP parties, famous people, exclusive tables, and unforgettable nights.

But then there were the stories nobody wanted to hear.

Stories about entering through kitchen doors just to hide her presence.

Stories about how she was treated when she attempted to dine publicly.

Stories that made you understand that being invited into the room did not necessarily mean you were considered equal once you got there.

I remember.

I remember learning about Sammy Davis Jr. and the battles he faced simply trying to perform, succeed, and exist in spaces that didn't always welcome him.

And then there were Don King's boxing events.

Those were some of Debbie's favorites.

She would talk about who she saw.

Who she met.

Who she sat next to.

Who was at the table.

Who said what.

She remembered everything.

And now, when I look at my own life, I realize something:

My legacy isn't about the subplot characters.

It's about the woman who helped mold me into who I became.


YOU THOUGHT YOU KNEW ME

Let's be honest.

There are still people who don't truly see people of color as equals.

There are still people who can comfortably engage with "us" as long as we remain inside the box they created for us.

Yes.

I'm one of them.

You know...

The Black person you feel comfortable enough to make small talk with.

The person you may invite into certain spaces.

The person you may appreciate—as long as they don't challenge your perception of who they're supposed to be.

But then something happens.

You look again.

And suddenly...

I'm an entrepreneur.

I'm self-employed.

I'm building companies.

I'm creating opportunities.

I'm investing my own money into my vision.

I'm becoming the CEO of my own destiny.

And suddenly...

I challenge your understanding of who you thought I was.

That's okay.

I'm not here to make everybody comfortable.

I'm here to build.


I DON'T LIE TO MYSELF

I'm a realist.

I don't lie to myself, and I won't lie to you.

Reading my blog is optional.

You don't have to agree with me.

You don't have to support me.

You don't even have to like me.

But if you continue to visit my page, I appreciate you.

Supporter.

Follower.

Observer.

Skeptic.

Curious onlooker.

Everyone is welcome.

Because whether you agree with me or not, you're witnessing something:

I'm building something bigger than myself.

And that's the part that matters.


ACCESS IS NO LONGER AUTOMATIC

I select and choose who gets access to my life.

Period.

My personal and professional agenda requires me to be intentional about the people around me.

I want relationships with people who have vision.

People who are building.

People who understand ambition.

People who understand growth.

People who understand that sometimes you have to leave yesterday behind to make room for tomorrow.

Everybody doesn't get access.

And I'm finally comfortable saying that.


$2,500 AND COUNTING

I have two trainings remaining.

I'm focused on my current contract while simultaneously questioning its long-term value.

At the same time, I'm strategically planning my launch.

Because I'm not interested in simply saying I'm starting a business.

I want to build something that works.

I've personally invested more than $2,500 of my own money into making this dream happen.

Nobody handed me the blueprint.

Nobody guaranteed the outcome.

I'm betting on myself.

And I'm doing it in Las Vegas, where the world is my stage.

I'm excited about networking.

I'm excited about Sunday's Concessions.

I'm excited about making new connections.

I'm excited about taking what I learned in Chicago and doing it differently here.

Same woman. Bigger vision.


THE PINTO PROPERTY

And then there is the Pinto property.

I'm not going to pretend everything worked out exactly the way I planned.

It didn't.

I've exhausted every option.

My original plans changed.

And I've reached a point where reality has to override emotion.

If I cannot cover a second mortgage for the amount above the appraisal, then continuing to pursue the property simply doesn't make financial sense.

So I'm letting that option go.

Not because I failed.

Because sometimes changing direction is the strategy.

My attention is now focused on finding another location that makes sense for both my personal and professional needs.

I'm not chasing a property just because I wanted it.

I'm looking for the right opportunity.

There's a difference.


I REFUSE TO CARRY IT FORWARD

One thing I know for certain:

I refuse to carry the pain of my past into my future.

I can acknowledge it without living in it.

I can remember it without becoming it.

I can learn from it without allowing it to control me.

My past has already taken enough from me.

It doesn't get my future too.


LIBRA SEASON HAS ENTERED THE CHAT 😂

And let's be honest...

Given that it's Libra season, I probably won't get much work done until after my birthday anyway. 😂

There are celebrations to enjoy.

There are people to see.

There are plans to make.

And there is a whole new chapter waiting on me.

I'm allowed to celebrate the woman who survived everything she thought would break her.

I'm allowed to enjoy my birthday.

I'm allowed to receive my flowers.

And speaking of flowers...


GOD WHISPERED...

Somewhere in the middle of all this planning, rebuilding, letting go, and starting over...

God whispered in my ear:

"You deserve all your flowers."

And I didn't question it.

I didn't debate it.

I didn't ask for an explanation.

I simply received that word with one response:

AMEN.

Because maybe this chapter isn't about proving everybody wrong.

Maybe it's about finally proving to myself that everything I survived wasn't the end of my story.

It was preparation.

So yes...

I remember when.

I remember the stories.

I remember the glamorous nights.

I remember the kitchen doors.

I remember the people who came before me.

I remember the pain.

I remember the lessons.

I remember where I started.

But I'm not living there anymore.

I'm building my future in Las Vegas.

And this time...

I'M NOT HIDING IN THE KITCHEN.

I'm walking through the front door.

And I'm bringing my own table.

YOU HEARD WHAT I SAID!!!

El Nino planning to hit the coast

Most people in Los Angeles are living in tents

I feel this energy


Wednesday, September 23, 2026

TALKING TO MYSELF... AARON I TRIED OK!!!

HALLELUJAH!!! Making Progress "Closer to My Dreams"

Repost from yesterday!!!

Now you know I'm about to make this art for my house... right???

Remember The Time... "I wish we could celebrate our birthdays together as old friends"


DANCERS: REHEARSING FOR REMEMBER THE TIME VIDEO IN MY SUITE... FACTS

#Josie #Marilyn #Carol #Lez (Living Single)

I TOTALLY UNDERSTAND!!!

I endured the same with my children, which is why I distance myself #Amen


Teddy Riley grew up with six people sharing one apartment and fighting over a single bathroom. He started working at 14 and bought his first car himself. So when he made it, he made sure his kids would never go without, and he later admitted that was a mistake. "In hindsight, I see that it was a mistake to give them everything they wanted so that they could have the childhood I never had," he said in a December 2009 statement to TMZ.

The statement came after his then 18-year-old daughter filed a restraining order alleging he had assaulted her and her sister, which Riley denied. He said his kids had developed "an inflated sense of entitlement" and noted that they had never had to share a bathroom, let alone a bedroom. He admitted that maybe he should have been a stronger disciplinarian. Can you give your kids too much?

CONGRATULATIONS 🎊 👏 💐

DON'T DATE MEN WHO HATE THEIR MOTHER!!!


"Let me tell you what happened to me"...

Tuesday, September 22, 2026

TRUMP AT UNITED NATIONS SPEECH

"Walk it Out"... Please accept my body double in my absence

See you play too much!!! #Keisha jokes start here


You see a "black woman" and everyone thinks...
"That's Chyvette"
Laughing too hard to cry today
Snoop, your turn LOL
If I did not know any better, I would think this was...
"Pass the mic"

DELAYED NOT DENIED!!!


Let me say this loud and clear: DELAYED DOES NOT MEAN DENIED!!!

My business was recently put on hold because of a loss of funding. But let me tell you something—I am not discouraged!

I invested every penny I had into getting my business started, registered, structured, and compliant in the State of Nevada. I have already completed most of my required trainings, and I am getting closer and closer to being fully operational.

I have a few things left to complete, including my fingerprinting and loan signing classes. I'm also waiting for my stamps and seals so I can finish registering with the RON platforms.

Once everything is in place, I'm going to start slow, smart, and intentionally and build as the business grows.

And when I tell you I'm excited, I AM EXCITED!!!

I'm designing banners, my tent, marketing materials, business tools and everything else I'll need to start putting my brand in front of people. There is something powerful about watching an idea that once existed only in your head slowly become REAL.

NOW LET'S TALK ABOUT THE NEXT MOVE...

My current lease ends in April, and I'm already beginning to look for my next home.

I'm looking for a 4-bedroom—possibly 5-bedroom—home with a pool, a beautiful backyard and plenty of room to grow.

I'm thinking Summerlin or Rhodes Ranch, but I'm also looking at the bigger picture.

I want as much house as I can get for my money, WITHOUT an HOA.

Why?

Because I'm not just looking for somewhere to live.

I'm looking for a place that can eventually support the vision.

My current residence is intentionally modest. It's short-term. I'm not trying to overextend myself just to impress anybody. I'm positioning myself for what's next.

I'm believing that there is a BLESSING with my name on it!!!

And I know that when the right property comes along, I'll recognize it.

THE CO-LIVING VISION

My bed and breakfast/co-living property will be my primary focus in the immediate future.

That's where I see myself putting my energy, creativity and resources.

I'm thinking beyond simply having a house.

I'm thinking about creating a property that can generate income, create opportunities and become another piece of the larger vision I'm building.

Everything I'm doing right now is preparation.

The business registration.

The certifications.

The training.

The marketing.

The equipment.

The property search.

The planning.

Even the things that seem like delays are teaching me patience and preparation.

AND YES... I'M STILL BUYING A CAR! 😂

Eventually, yes!

I'm shopping for the best deal, comparing prices, looking at different options and even pricing car wraps.

Because if I'm going to put my business on the road, I want that vehicle to become part of the marketing strategy too!

I'm not rushing.

I'm researching.

I'm comparing.

I'm planning.

And I'm making moves when the timing makes sense.

BUSY WEEK AHEAD!!!

There is A LOT happening behind the scenes.

Sometimes people only see the finished product.

They don't see the paperwork.

They don't see the money invested.

They don't see the classes.

They don't see the waiting.

They don't see the research.

They don't see the moments when you have to pause because the funding isn't there yet.

But I SEE IT.

And I know what I'm building.

So, no...

I'm not starting over.

I'm continuing from where I left off.

DELAYED. NOT DENIED.

The vision is still alive.

The business is still coming.

The property is still coming.

The co-living/B&B vision is still coming.

The car is coming.

The next chapter is coming.

And I'm going to keep preparing until everything I've been working toward has somewhere to land.

I KNOW THERE IS A BLESSING WITH MY NAME ON IT!!!

Now... back to work! ❤️✨