Contemplating … Krazy Kat “Advantures”

What the H***! Krazy Kat Advantures?!? Yes, you read that right … No need to adjust your screen or wipe the dust from your spectacles.  I am contemplating living life minimally and off-grid in a metal box with wheels.  Allow me to rephrase that … my southern ethnic ass is really thinking about living full-time in a pimped out cargo van. You can thank my friend, a military veteran, for the idea. Several months ago, she sent me a stream of youtube videos (see a few below) with a text (and, I honestly read it in her voice) … “girl, you need to watch this.” Ever since that day, I’ve been hooked on #vanlife. Negative Nancy will no longer haunt me … Nomad Nathaniel saves me while flying around in a cape crafted with baby wipes and treading about in thigh high hiking boots. Haha!

But, why live in a van? You may ask. Why not? I’ve had my share of living and partially owning (you’re the lender’s biotch for 15 or 30 years) beautiful homes in the suburbs and renting apartments in the city. When I shared my idea with others, you wouldn’t believe the looks and feedback that I received. At this point in my life and at this age (41 in less than 1.5 weeks), I can only show the naysayers what they only wish or dream they could do. I’m like this, you can continue to sit up in your sticks, bricks, and/or vinyl like a prisoner not eligible for parole and I’ll travel the country in my rose gold metal/plastic box with wheels. All, with a little less stress and more dinero in my bank account. I have goals to become debt free, have at least $1,000,000 in savings, and live without limitations. Anything is possible, right? In order to bring that into fruition, I must let go of those things that truly never made me happy. One being my former husband … oh, my bad, veered off the road there for a minute. Anywho, I’m a firm believer in DREAMING BIG, THINKING BIG, and DOING BIG THINGS.

I finally want to be free and as cliche as this may sound, spread my wings and fly. Well, in this case, put the pedal to the floor and explore the unknown one mile at a time. I am so flipping excited. I can’t seem to contain my excitement. I get to shower in the wild, shit in a bucket, and wake up with a view only seen in travel mags magazines.

Stay tuned family for more … Vroom Vroom!

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Beyond Thankful …

We are truly blessed beyond many measures to be living in the moment at this second, at this minute, at this hour in the year 2018. l, for one, am grateful for the birds that sing such soothing melodies … the sun that emits ultraviolet rays producing a natural source of vitamin D … the trees that protect us … the wild things that we often take for granted. Oh yes, I am so grateful. Ahh! Waking up in the early hours of the day inhaling the scent of fall … pumpkin spice, cinnamon, and a smidgen of this and that. With my arms outstretched and my mind at peace, I am beyond thankful.

Give thanks to all living things not only on this day, but every day.

Celebrate gratitude! One stranger at a time! Remember, we are all in this together!

Happy Year of Thanks to All!

The Grinch that Stole My Christmas 

You know, I started to write something so drab and negative. I caught myself in mid-sentence and thought, “how the hell do I expect things to change if I don’t speak positive change into my life?” I’m the Grinch that stole my Christmas. I no longer want to be the victim of delusions, depression, or personal judgements. Yes, I’m still a single Sally, but I’m continuing to build a foundation (within myself) for a stable and fulfilling relationship (if one were to develop in the near future). 

I will admit that I skipped out on attending a BIG family holiday gathering because I would walk in with no date (not even a rent-a-date) for the fifth year in a row … don’t judge, I’m still a work in progess. 


Today, I’m deciding to take charge and spend a little more time with ME. Learning who I am and what I desire from my life. A man should never complete me only complement me. I want to enjoy the single life … I want to enjoy this wondrous woman that I’ve become. 

Life is truly the perfect gift … unwrap it and enjoy the contents. Never limit yourself to life’s many possibilities. The sky is never the limit. Wishing everyone across the globe a happy and joyous day and new year. And, Merry Christmas, Feliz Navidad, and Happy Hanukkah to those who are in celebration. 

Happy Birthday to Me

Today, I celebrate the day of my birth. Today, I will commence my first entry into the final chapter of my 30’s. I can’t say it’s been the absolute best 9 years, but I will say, it’s been a whirlwind of many lessons and quite a few blessings. On this day, December 3rd, 2016, I will make this one of the best years of my 30’s … closing it out with a resounding “goodbye.” But first, Hello 39, with your beautiful self. 

Equally Unbalanced 

I feel like the rope in a game of tug of war … strength and looks can be deceiving. My dating life and the pursuit of finding a mate are at war… equally unbalanced. My emotions are caught in a never ending storm … damaging high winds, terrestrial rain showers, hail the size of tennis balls, thunder that roars like a lion in distress, and lightning that’s expelled from the hands of Mother Nature on her menses. 

My dating struggles seem unbalanced … equally unyoked. Struggle is said to be the key that unlocks the deadbolt to irrefutable happiness. Struggle is said to be the escalating steps that lead you out of darkness. I’ve tried to light a candle in the midst of my struggle … in the pit of total darkness. But, darkness blew it out.  

Lord, are you forwarding all of my calls (prayers) to voicemail? Universe, are you teaming up with Ashton Kutcher? I’m just saying, it’s hard to believe that I’m not on an unaired episode of Punk’d. 

Damn it! This dating shit sucks! My dating life and my pursuit of finding a mate to my cringing soul  is equally unbalanced, equally unyoked, and equally f@&ked! 

Xoxo, 
Karma Loves 

Dear God,Why Not Me?

I’m a little pissed at Him right now … Him being God. I am not afraid to admit it. I’ll probably be shoved into the pit of hell or shunned because of blasphemy. Do not throw your dusty bible at me or grab the bottle of holy water that’s been resting in your crotch. I do believe in a higher power … I do believe there’s a place above all with angels adorned in robes crafted from the finest fabrics. I do believe in miracles … I do believe in the golden gates. Like most, I’m always questioning His timing … His sense of humor.

Dear God, why not me? Why haven’t I received the answer to my prayers (more like cries for help)? You know, the prayers I’ve been uttering for the past five years, 2 months, and 23 days. Some say, it’s just not my time or others constantly remind me of the biblical adage, “He may not come when you want Him, but He’ll be right on time.”

I guess my thinking is spiritually out of sync or tainted because  I am constantly reminded of the “false” perception of happiness through social media (you know, the luxurious trips to Punta  Cana, the fabulous excursions on a yacht, or the kissie face selfies near the Eiffel Tower). I will admit, I envy those who are given the freedom to love without regret or the freedom to connect with their love mate … their second heartbeat. It’s a complicated task not to live your life through the reflection of someone else. A drift of depression tends to set in when I compare my current dating stance to women (or men) who “own” their extremely active social lives outside of their 9-5 … Just call me Basic Ass Becky. 😭

Dear God, why not me? I prayed not for all the riches of the world (but, if you’re issuing passes, I’m down) or to be blessed with (a single) David Beckham in H&M briefs or a bare chested Morris Chestnut wrapped in a damp (just stepped out the shower) Egyptian towel  (but, if you’re molding one, hook a sista up).  Ok, Ok, back to reality. I want the love without internal bruising, the tears of pain from infidelity, or the chipped heart from loving him more than I love myself. I want the love that hoards constant laughter; love that emits sparks only him and I will have the pleasure of  experiencing; love that speaks many languages; love that withstands war between two conflicting souls; etc. etc.

Dear God, Why not me? Lord, I will be forced to wear the armor of a woman in need during her sweet hour of prayer … a padded helmet with the satin black girl bonnet (BGB) underneath, neck brace, elbow pads, boxing gloves (I mean, I’m just saying, it’s going down in the prayer DM), and knee pads. Le Sigh … 

This continuous journey of mine will not be diverted. Love will prevail. 

 

XOXO

Karma Loves ❤️💋

Be Your Own Superhero

It’s a bird, It’s a plane, It’s a UFO, It’s a kite, Oh hell no! Wait, Really? Uh, it’s a Wondrous Woman … SUPERCHARGED, FULLY ARMORED, SUPERHUMAN, I must add, SINGLE, and CRAY CRAY (in a good way … tee hee).

We’re all in awe as we watch Wondrous Woman ferociously fly  (with one arm outstretched while the other flaps in the wind) down in full force to meet us … the earthlings.Wondrous Woman’s well defined (muscular) feminine pecs protrude through the thinnest elements of the imported (only made from the finest fibers) fabric. Wait, are those nipple beamers? Eeek, they’re bright! Moving on … her curvaceous and newly spit-shined (spit from the heavens, of course) hour glass figure sends shock waves across the universe. Her enhanced (squats are a “motha” sucker) non-surgical “you can sit a coke bottle on that phat (pretty hot and tempting) ass and take a sip” gluteus maximus almost splits the seat of her form fitting “shero” uniform. Her bulging calf muscles continuously expands and contracts … beep-beep, beep-beep, beep-beep. What a woman … wondrously SUPERCHARGED, FULLY ARMORED, SUPERHUMAN, and SINGLE. Where is her Wondrous Man with the superfluous bling (kneeling on one knee)? Bling being the ring.


No one that walks on this planet is deemed as the “Perfect Patty”  (well, besides Patti Labelle after debuting that delicious Sweet Potato Pie) or “Bitch-less Betty”or the “Never Will Break Your Heart Nathan” or “Sleep with Your Best Friend Sam.” We all hold flaws or faults  whether it’s consciously or unconsciously. I say this, just to say, Be Your Own Superhero … Groundbreaking Change will only occur if you allow it and accept it.

The wondrous woman in me hopes to meet the wondrous man in him … my future (God, please let it be near … please) mate. And universe, I know you’re reading this too … can we speed up the process just a little? This wondrous sister has been waiting for over 5 years. Just saying … Loves ya! 

XOXO,

Karma Loves