In the Kitchen with Chevy
A Week of Reset, Reflection & Realignment
This week is all about getting centered. I’ve got one week between roles, and I’m taking full advantage of it. This is my time to work on my court cases, check in on my health, and prepare mentally, emotionally, and spiritually for what’s next. I’ve extended my motion filing deadline to May 10, 2025—because if I’m going to submit something, it’s going to be thorough, detailed, and airtight. Period.
Today’s only obligations were dropping off my uniform and handling bills. The rest of the time? Rest, food, and focus.
Let’s talk shifts—because that evening schedule did a number on me. My body has been screaming “girl bye,” and I finally listened.
This weekend, I indulged in some long-overdue soul food: stuffed chicken breast with creamy spinach, garlic mashed potatoes, and sweet corn. The meal was so comforting I practically hibernated for two days, waking only to nibble. It reminded me how important home-cooked nourishment is for the body and soul.
With Chicago two hours ahead of Vegas, my internal clock is all over the place. From Valentine’s Day to Easter, I was up on "Pope time." I won’t say much about that season—there are too many narratives, and only one truth. I’m preserving my energy for my motion right now. But Pope Francis is resting peacefully, and that’s what matters.
A quick life update:
I’ll be relocating again—this time somewhere I feel safer and more grounded.
Spring Valley is calling my name: close to the Strip, work opportunities, Summerlin fun, and most importantly… a pool and jacuzzi!
I’m planning to buy a car, after I close on my home. First comes my personal property, then an investment (maybe even a hotel down the line, but my BnB takes priority right now).
And yes—I’m solo by choice. Not because I lack friends, but because I’m focused on healing, growing, and maintaining. When you’ve been through the kind of chaos I’ve experienced—stalking, betrayal, drama—you learn to protect your peace at all costs.
I’m no longer entertaining distractions. I’m not moved by fame, and I definitely don’t date beneath my standards. I don’t have the time, energy, or interest to entertain people who only want access but offer nothing of value. You see the glow-up? Good. Stay watching.
And no, I don’t care what Michelle and Barack are up to!!! Obama never did anything for me personally, and I’m not here for the idol worship. Some of y’all use Trump or Obama to justify hate, but the truth is—you’ve been ignorant. Stop projecting.
I don't care if Michelle is Michael, I don't care that they have HIV/AIDS, I don't care that he is GAY!!!
I'm staying focused on my goals:
Filing my motion (almost done!)
Finalizing affidavits
Starting my new job
Closing on my home
Reclaiming my peace
Final thoughts:
This last job may have been a “Joke of a Job,” but it served its purpose—it exposed active stalking in Vegas and reminded me of who’s who. Lisa and Larsa, please stop trying to outdo each other in the “Who Can Annoy Me More?” competition. It’s a tie.
Let me get back to my edits and filings. This week is about movement—on the bus, in my cases, and in my purpose. I’m riding buses all day, getting homework done on the go. It works for me.
Talk soon. Be safe. Be smart. And remember: the quiet ones aren’t weak—we’re working.
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