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April 3, 2013; the day I lost both of the loves of my life. A day I will never get back

You would think that someone who knows what’s its like to unwanted, unloved and constantly left alone wouldn’t turn around and do the exact same thing to someone they love but hey misery loves company.

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Recipes for smoothies that actually aid in weight loss

There are 23 total in the link below, so if the ones I’ve posted here don’t interest you, check out the others to find something you might like~

PEANUT BUTTER AND BANANA

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  • Half of one banana
  • 1/2 cup smooth or crunchy low-fat peanut butter
  • 1/2 cup of non-fat milk
  • 6 ice cubes
  • 1 tablespoon of chocolate whey protein powder
  • Place all of the ingredients into the blender and blend until smooth.

WATERMELON

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  • 6 cups of seedless watermelon, chopped
  • 1 cup of lemon sherbet, non-fat milk, or low-fat vanilla yogurt
  • 12 ice cubes
  • Put half the watermelon in the blender and blend until smooth, then add half of the ice and sherbet; blend until smooth. Repeat the process with the rest of the ingredients.

KIWI AND HONEYDEW

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  • 2 cups of honeydew, cubed
  • 1 Granny Smith apple, chopped
  • 1 kiwi fruit, peeled and chopped
  • 2 tablespoons of sugar
  • 1 tablespoon of lemon juice
  • 1 cup of ice cubes
  • Place the honeydew, kiwi, apple, sugar, and lemon juice into the blender and blend until it’s smooth, then add the ice cubes and blend until the mixture is slushy.

MANGO SURPRISE

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  • 1/4 cup of cubed mangoes
  • 1/4 cup of ripe avocado, mashed
  • 1/2 cup of mango juice
  • 1/4 cup of fat-free vanilla yogurt
  • 1 tablespoon of juice
  • 1 tablespoon of sugar
  • 6 ice cubes
  • Add all the ingredients into the blender and blend until smooth.

APPLE 

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  • 1/2 cup of skim milk or soy milk
  • 6 ounces of vanilla yogurt
  • 1 teaspoon of apple pie spice
  • 1 medium-sized, chopped apple
  • 2 tablespoons of cashew butter
  • 6 ice cubes
  • Place all the ingredients in the blender and then blend until smooth; best eaten with a spoon!

These all look so yummy! I think I’ll try the apple one first… or maybe the kiwi? but the mango peach looks so delicious!! oh no, can’t decide!

FULL SOURCE AND RECIPES HERE

I don’t usually reblog weight loss shit cause it’s usually all crap, but… THERE ARE KIWI. AND MANGOS. I LOVE KIWI AND MANGOS. ;u;

this looks effin delicious 

I’m really hooked on smoothies now.

We were all sitting around the dining room table talking about the good times we use to have at my Paw-Paw’s house growing up. It was the same house that my mom, aunt and uncles grew up in, the same house me, my brother and cousins grew up in and now the same house our children are growing up in. As we were in mid laughter my Paw-Paw bursts through the door with a hand full of gifts for each one of us.
"Paw-Paw what are you doing here? You’re gone, You’ve been gone. How did get here? Where have you been?" I said as I ran up to him and gave him the biggest hug ever with tears running down my eyes.
Looking at him it was clear that the time away had really been good to him. My Paw-Paw looked taller, his hair appeared to have less gray, he was happier, he even put on a little weight which made me chuckle a little bit but more importantly he was extremely happy which he hadn’t been since my Grandma passed away.
"I just needed some time to myself, some time to travel. I’ve been in California with your Uncle Kavin but none of that matter because I’m back now." He says as he begins digging in his bags giving everyone shirts, and shot glasses he collected on his journey.
My Paw-Paw pulls me aside and whispers in my ear “you know you are my special girl so I bought you something extra special, ” he says as he hands me a black diamond broach with a beautiful blouse to match along with several souviner shirts and a Dallas Cowboy Jersey. 
"Since Dante owns my house now, he has been so kind to let me move back in as his roommate. This is going to be so much fun, its going to be like I’m reliving my college days."
After passing out all of the souviners, the entire family sat down and had dinner so we could hear all of my Paw-Paw’s stories from his three year vacation and as always his number one girl sat right next to him holding his hand staring at him is complete disbelief that he was home.
After dinner the family started slowly heading home, tired from all of the unexpected surprises we had that day. But me, just as I did when I was a little girl stayed right next to my Paw-Paw’s side. I love him and missed him dearly still in awe that he was back home.
It wasn’t until the wee hours of the morning that I made my way home being sure my Paw-Paw knew that I would be back first thing in the morning because he and I had so much to catch up on.
The next morning I made a stop to the local grocery store to pick up a few of my Paw-Paw’s favorites, coffee, cookies, a cake from the bakery and some orange sherbert icecream. As I was loading my groceries into the car my Paw-Paw pulled up in his Big Blue Chevy Pick Up Truck.
"Hey darling where are you going?"
"I was about to head over to see you, what are you doing here?" 
"I was just out for my morning drive, come-one get in. We’ll come back for your car later."
"Ok. Let me put this stuff in the car and lock it up, I’ll be right there."
After I got everything in my car and locked up the car. I looked up to see my Paw-Paw in his truck in another aisle in the parking lot. As I made my way to him, he motioned with his hand for me to come on. As I got closer to his truck, I realized that his truck kept moving and he wouldn’t stop for me to get in. As I got closer he started driving away faster through the parking lot which made me run after his truck so I would not be left. Each time I yelled for him he would turn around an motion again for me to come on. As he rounded a corner in the parking lot I was in a full sprint trying to catch up to him.
As I round the corner I look up to see my Paw-Paw drive his truck right into the wall of the store. Knowing that he is hurt, I run as fast as I can to him hoping into the bed of his truck. As I look into the window, I see my Paw-Paw slouched over the steering wheel. I hop out of the back of the truck and open the driver’s side door only to see that my Paw-Paw is not in the truck. Confused, I slam the door and begin to franticly look for him until I look back in the truck and see him leaning on the steering wheel. Again I open the door but when I do, he’s not there. All I can do is close my eyes, scream and cry.
It was all of the crying that I was doing that woke me up out of my sleep this morning. As I woke up, my throat hurt, my eyes were puffy and my voice was gone; I reached for my cell phone to dial my Paw-Paw’s number 226-4947 only for some stranger to answer it and tell me I had the wrong number. Confused I jumped out of the bed to look for all of the gifts my Paw-Paw brought me back from his vacation only to find myself frustrated because those items were no where to be found.
It wasn’t until I walked by my night stand to find the newspaper clipping from the obiturary section of the San Antonio Express News did I realize that it was only a dream…..All of it a dream.
On February 21, 2010 my mother, father and I found my grandfather dead in his home. This year will make 3 years since he has passed and this Sunday Janurary 6, 2013 would have been my Paw-Paw’s 80th Birthday.
My Paw-Paw and I had a bond unlike any he had with any of his other grandchildren. Our bound was formed from an accident which occured when i was only a few days old and even though he is no longer here, we still have a bond unlike any other. When my parents brought me home from the hospital they made a pit stop by my grandparents house so they can see me. My mom made it as far as the top of the concrete steps on the front porch when my Paw-Paw came outside and reached out for me. Some-how some-way when I was being exchanged from one pair of arms to another, my Paw-Paw dropped me causing me to land on my head. Now I don’t know if our relationship was formed from guilt or just the pure love that a grandparent has for a child but we had been very close since then.
I have struggled with my Paw-Paw’s death since he left us and everyday I see some little reminder from him that he is still here like my sudden craving for some orange sherbert icecream, or the urge to just hop in my car and ride all day long, get a certain urge to work on something knowing good and well I don’t know what I’m doing or even find myself turning on the tv and watching PBS. When I am really missing him, I alway run across a man that lives in my town that looks just like my Paw-Paw or I will see someone drive a car just like the one he would drive that he called “The Scooter” because it was so small when it was compared to his truck.
These past few weeks I know that his spirt has been closer to me that has been since his passing and I know that he is missing me too. I know this because there is this one picture of him that I have on my wall in the dining room that keeps slipping out of its frame and falling onto the ground and no matter where I am in the house I can hear this picture slide out of the frame and float to the floor.
I have experience a lot of deaths in my lifetime but this is one of the ones that hurt me the most and one of the ones that I cannot seem to move past which I know is because I am not ready to let him go. The only thing at this point that keep me sane is that face of knowing that I will soon see him again and knowing that he is holding my daughter Kimani Nicole Loval’s hand as she prepares to enter this world.
I will forever love my grandfather and continue to celebrate him each and every day. I pray that my daughter will have the same bond with her grandfather’s as I have had with mine.
I love you Paw-Paw!
Floyd E. Francis
01/06/1933 - 02/21/2010

We were all sitting around the dining room table talking about the good times we use to have at my Paw-Paw’s house growing up. It was the same house that my mom, aunt and uncles grew up in, the same house me, my brother and cousins grew up in and now the same house our children are growing up in. As we were in mid laughter my Paw-Paw bursts through the door with a hand full of gifts for each one of us.

"Paw-Paw what are you doing here? You’re gone, You’ve been gone. How did get here? Where have you been?" I said as I ran up to him and gave him the biggest hug ever with tears running down my eyes.

Looking at him it was clear that the time away had really been good to him. My Paw-Paw looked taller, his hair appeared to have less gray, he was happier, he even put on a little weight which made me chuckle a little bit but more importantly he was extremely happy which he hadn’t been since my Grandma passed away.

"I just needed some time to myself, some time to travel. I’ve been in California with your Uncle Kavin but none of that matter because I’m back now." He says as he begins digging in his bags giving everyone shirts, and shot glasses he collected on his journey.

My Paw-Paw pulls me aside and whispers in my ear “you know you are my special girl so I bought you something extra special, ” he says as he hands me a black diamond broach with a beautiful blouse to match along with several souviner shirts and a Dallas Cowboy Jersey. 

"Since Dante owns my house now, he has been so kind to let me move back in as his roommate. This is going to be so much fun, its going to be like I’m reliving my college days."

After passing out all of the souviners, the entire family sat down and had dinner so we could hear all of my Paw-Paw’s stories from his three year vacation and as always his number one girl sat right next to him holding his hand staring at him is complete disbelief that he was home.

After dinner the family started slowly heading home, tired from all of the unexpected surprises we had that day. But me, just as I did when I was a little girl stayed right next to my Paw-Paw’s side. I love him and missed him dearly still in awe that he was back home.

It wasn’t until the wee hours of the morning that I made my way home being sure my Paw-Paw knew that I would be back first thing in the morning because he and I had so much to catch up on.

The next morning I made a stop to the local grocery store to pick up a few of my Paw-Paw’s favorites, coffee, cookies, a cake from the bakery and some orange sherbert icecream. As I was loading my groceries into the car my Paw-Paw pulled up in his Big Blue Chevy Pick Up Truck.

"Hey darling where are you going?"

"I was about to head over to see you, what are you doing here?" 

"I was just out for my morning drive, come-one get in. We’ll come back for your car later."

"Ok. Let me put this stuff in the car and lock it up, I’ll be right there."

After I got everything in my car and locked up the car. I looked up to see my Paw-Paw in his truck in another aisle in the parking lot. As I made my way to him, he motioned with his hand for me to come on. As I got closer to his truck, I realized that his truck kept moving and he wouldn’t stop for me to get in. As I got closer he started driving away faster through the parking lot which made me run after his truck so I would not be left. Each time I yelled for him he would turn around an motion again for me to come on. As he rounded a corner in the parking lot I was in a full sprint trying to catch up to him.

As I round the corner I look up to see my Paw-Paw drive his truck right into the wall of the store. Knowing that he is hurt, I run as fast as I can to him hoping into the bed of his truck. As I look into the window, I see my Paw-Paw slouched over the steering wheel. I hop out of the back of the truck and open the driver’s side door only to see that my Paw-Paw is not in the truck. Confused, I slam the door and begin to franticly look for him until I look back in the truck and see him leaning on the steering wheel. Again I open the door but when I do, he’s not there. All I can do is close my eyes, scream and cry.

It was all of the crying that I was doing that woke me up out of my sleep this morning. As I woke up, my throat hurt, my eyes were puffy and my voice was gone; I reached for my cell phone to dial my Paw-Paw’s number 226-4947 only for some stranger to answer it and tell me I had the wrong number. Confused I jumped out of the bed to look for all of the gifts my Paw-Paw brought me back from his vacation only to find myself frustrated because those items were no where to be found.

It wasn’t until I walked by my night stand to find the newspaper clipping from the obiturary section of the San Antonio Express News did I realize that it was only a dream…..All of it a dream.

On February 21, 2010 my mother, father and I found my grandfather dead in his home. This year will make 3 years since he has passed and this Sunday Janurary 6, 2013 would have been my Paw-Paw’s 80th Birthday.

My Paw-Paw and I had a bond unlike any he had with any of his other grandchildren. Our bound was formed from an accident which occured when i was only a few days old and even though he is no longer here, we still have a bond unlike any other. When my parents brought me home from the hospital they made a pit stop by my grandparents house so they can see me. My mom made it as far as the top of the concrete steps on the front porch when my Paw-Paw came outside and reached out for me. Some-how some-way when I was being exchanged from one pair of arms to another, my Paw-Paw dropped me causing me to land on my head. Now I don’t know if our relationship was formed from guilt or just the pure love that a grandparent has for a child but we had been very close since then.

I have struggled with my Paw-Paw’s death since he left us and everyday I see some little reminder from him that he is still here like my sudden craving for some orange sherbert icecream, or the urge to just hop in my car and ride all day long, get a certain urge to work on something knowing good and well I don’t know what I’m doing or even find myself turning on the tv and watching PBS. When I am really missing him, I alway run across a man that lives in my town that looks just like my Paw-Paw or I will see someone drive a car just like the one he would drive that he called “The Scooter” because it was so small when it was compared to his truck.

These past few weeks I know that his spirt has been closer to me that has been since his passing and I know that he is missing me too. I know this because there is this one picture of him that I have on my wall in the dining room that keeps slipping out of its frame and falling onto the ground and no matter where I am in the house I can hear this picture slide out of the frame and float to the floor.

I have experience a lot of deaths in my lifetime but this is one of the ones that hurt me the most and one of the ones that I cannot seem to move past which I know is because I am not ready to let him go. The only thing at this point that keep me sane is that face of knowing that I will soon see him again and knowing that he is holding my daughter Kimani Nicole Loval’s hand as she prepares to enter this world.

I will forever love my grandfather and continue to celebrate him each and every day. I pray that my daughter will have the same bond with her grandfather’s as I have had with mine.

I love you Paw-Paw!

Floyd E. Francis

01/06/1933 - 02/21/2010

So many thoughts running through my head right now…..I can’t catch them all.

"Letting my past go!" Is the way local artist Slick Delafonte’ describes his lastest MixTape entitled ‘Mixed Emotions.’
Slick Delafonte is considered a vetern when it comes to mixtapes; releasing ‘Delafonte Season’, ‘The Return’, ‘The Pre-Tape’ over the course of a few months. Unlike other artisit, Slick is also a songwriter. Slick is known to other artists as the “Ad-Lib King” and the go-to “Hook Writer; Slick can pen and entire hook or song for that matter in a matter of minutes which is always guaranteed to be a hit.
Born and raised in Port Arthur, Texas Slick had always had a infatuation with music but it wasn’t until his teenage years that he started to write and record his music with some of his childhood friends. After a few name changes and thanks to a close friend and a few co-workers a new demeanor was born, Slick Delafonte allowing him to live true to his motto M.O.B “Microphones Ova Bitches.”
Hosted by DJ Currensy ‘Mixed Emotions’ is a compilation of songs chronocling the life of the artist; touching on subjects ranging from re-living a tragic lost of a close family member, to falling in love, to having his heart broken, to falling out of love, to soiling his royal oats, ‘Mixed Emotions’ from start to finish described everything, everyone who has every been in love has experienced.
In the heart of the mixtape you can feel every last emotion being spat on each track making the title ‘Mixed Emotions’ a very fitting an appropriate title for this mixtape. Slick did not hold back when inking these tracks making you feel like a fly on the wall watching each scene unfold as they happen.
Although criticized for keeping the entire mixtapes focus on relationships, ‘Mixed Emotions’ proves to be one of the hottest mixtapes put out in 2012.
'Mixed Emotions' is composed of collaborations, features and drops from the likes of Battle Rappers HollowDaDon and Lady Pharroh; local artists Jaay Blayze, Racci Cartel, D-Notez, Alicia Renee and local artisit/producer Shampane. From unexpected ad-libs, hooks pened and sung by Mr. Delafonte himself, to a rendition of Pressha's 'Splackavellie' flipped and re-named 'Splackafonte.'
'Mixed Emotions' by far is one of my favorite and most played mixtapes in my collection. Very seldom have I been able to say that I have liked a mixtape from start to finish to let alone know all the words and every ad-lib to every song. Slick has written and delivered each track to leave the listener feeling as if they were right there with him as he went through each emotion displayed on his CD cover. There is no way that listeners will turn off this mixtape without being able to relate to each and every song performed by Slick Delafonte.
For more on Slick Delafonte 
Twitter: @SlickDelafonte
Facebook: www.facebook.com/SlickDelafonte
SoundCloud: https://soundcloud.com/delagroovetv
Email: DelafonteMusic@gmail.com

Written By: OudieNicole AKA O.N.Dailey

"Letting my past go!" Is the way local artist Slick Delafonte’ describes his lastest MixTape entitled ‘Mixed Emotions.’

Slick Delafonte is considered a vetern when it comes to mixtapes; releasing ‘Delafonte Season’, ‘The Return’, ‘The Pre-Tape’ over the course of a few months. Unlike other artisit, Slick is also a songwriter. Slick is known to other artists as the “Ad-Lib King” and the go-to “Hook Writer; Slick can pen and entire hook or song for that matter in a matter of minutes which is always guaranteed to be a hit.

Born and raised in Port Arthur, Texas Slick had always had a infatuation with music but it wasn’t until his teenage years that he started to write and record his music with some of his childhood friends. After a few name changes and thanks to a close friend and a few co-workers a new demeanor was born, Slick Delafonte allowing him to live true to his motto M.O.B “Microphones Ova Bitches.”

Hosted by DJ Currensy ‘Mixed Emotions’ is a compilation of songs chronocling the life of the artist; touching on subjects ranging from re-living a tragic lost of a close family member, to falling in love, to having his heart broken, to falling out of love, to soiling his royal oats, ‘Mixed Emotions’ from start to finish described everything, everyone who has every been in love has experienced.

In the heart of the mixtape you can feel every last emotion being spat on each track making the title ‘Mixed Emotions’ a very fitting an appropriate title for this mixtape. Slick did not hold back when inking these tracks making you feel like a fly on the wall watching each scene unfold as they happen.

Although criticized for keeping the entire mixtapes focus on relationships, ‘Mixed Emotions’ proves to be one of the hottest mixtapes put out in 2012.

'Mixed Emotions' is composed of collaborations, features and drops from the likes of Battle Rappers HollowDaDon and Lady Pharroh; local artists Jaay Blayze, Racci Cartel, D-Notez, Alicia Renee and local artisit/producer Shampane. From unexpected ad-libs, hooks pened and sung by Mr. Delafonte himself, to a rendition of Pressha's 'Splackavellie' flipped and re-named 'Splackafonte.'

'Mixed Emotions' by far is one of my favorite and most played mixtapes in my collection. Very seldom have I been able to say that I have liked a mixtape from start to finish to let alone know all the words and every ad-lib to every song. Slick has written and delivered each track to leave the listener feeling as if they were right there with him as he went through each emotion displayed on his CD cover. There is no way that listeners will turn off this mixtape without being able to relate to each and every song performed by Slick Delafonte.

For more on Slick Delafonte 

Twitter: @SlickDelafonte

Facebook: www.facebook.com/SlickDelafonte

SoundCloud: https://soundcloud.com/delagroovetv

Email: DelafonteMusic@gmail.com

Written By: OudieNicole AKA O.N.Dailey

Sometimes you just have to scrape the burnt part off of the toast and keep going.
O.N.Dailey
A persons mood can indirectly directly effect someone else’s.
O.N.Dailey
Kids….they do the darnest things.

Kids….they do the darnest things.