Monthly archives of “September 2016

comments 3



Source: The Read

Today, is International Podcast Day *insert cheers here* I’m sure you’ve been waiting all year for this, right?

Anyway, I would describe most of the podcasts I listen to as intelllectually-ratchet or maybe bougetto. They are quite entertaining and include discussions on pop culture, politics, advice, and even rants. Having a hard day? Listen to a podcast. Traveling? Listen to a podcast. I’ve even added podcasts that help me with this awesome blog, entrepreneurship and productiveness.

Unlike last year, I’ve listed the podcasts. My list has grown tremendously and creating a summary for each would take forever and y’all don’t pay me.

Most of the podcasts are linked so you can start listening to them immediately; however, most of them contain explicit language so grab your earbuds. Without further ado, podcasts:

The OG Podcasts (aka podcasts I’ve been listening to the longest)

Originally on the list was The Brilliant Idiots but both hosts were getting on my nerves for being more idiot than brilliant. But, I kind of miss Charlamange so I may redownload it.

Since last year, I’ve added:

Local Podcasters:

But it can’t all be fun, I suppose I need to learn a few things:

No wonder my phone keeps bitching about being out of storage, I have 5,222 podcasts on it!

And, I linked a lot of these to SoundCloud but I listen to them on my iPhone’s podcast app but not everyone has an iPhone. Not everyone makes good decisions… Oh and as stated previously, subscribe to Pink Gumbeaux, the NEWSLETTER, follow me on Facebook (where I spend most of my time), Twitter, Instagram and Bloglovin. Read and share my previous post: Formation in 24hrs or Less 

comments 3


New Orleans, September 24, 2016 Source: Parkwood Entertainment

7:00 AM: It’s entirely too early but I haven’t packed a thing and need to buy deodorant. Note: Husband likes to use my deodorant and misplaced it. 

8:50 AM: I’m leaving Walgreens with the aforementioned deodorant and heading to Almesha’s house.

9:17 AM (I think): I’m outside of Almesha’s house, she has breakfast (I was out of strawberries and skipped my breakfast smoothie). We hit the road.

11 something AM: We eat lunch, drop off our bags, Paw Paw gives me several kisses, and we put on a light layer of makeup. It will be hot and humid in New Orleans and I didn’t want my foundation dripping off my face.

1 something PM: We park at the edge of the French Quarters (and it’s still hot as hell). We walk through the French Market. I smile but internally (because I don’t like to show emotion). Being home always makes me happy. Anyway, we look at all of the cool art, handmade jewelry and other weird stuff. We stop for Pralines (of course, I get the one with booze in it). It’s still hot. We finally make it to Cafe Du Monde and the line is entirely too long and being that it’s hot as hell, I remember there’s one in the Riverwalk so we head there.

2 something PM: We arrive at the cooler Cafe Du Mondale and split an order of beignets. Almesha gets powder on her clothes. We then head upstairs and spot a beauty kiosk. Almesha needs to get a couple of things done so I run a very important errand while she waits… I head to Fat Tuesday’s.

4:30 PM: It’s time to head back to the car, it’s a long walk from where we are. We then take a quick detour to my grandma’s house to drop off flax seed and fiber powder to my mom. Apparently, this is not sold in New Orleans.


5:15 PM: We park at the Mercedes-Benz Superdome and get in line. According to the tickets, the doors open at 5:30. Guess what, 5:30 comes and goes and they don’t let us in until 6:30.

7 something PM: A drunk woman and her girlfriend sits next to us. They’re from Chicago where the tickets were super expensive but apparently it was cheaper to book flights and a hotel room in New Orleans versus tickets there. I think they’re an entertaining couple but Almesha thinks they’re weird. The drunk woman who happens to be white asks us our age and tells us “black don’t crack.” She asks if we’re married and we say yes. She’s excited because she found new lesbians friends but we inform her that we are married to men and they are home, maintaining the household. Like real men do.

8:04 PM: DJ Khalid comes out screeching and I’m not impressed. I want Big Freedia (The Queen Diva) to open. I sent this request on social media ages ago. Surprisingly, he’s really good. Really. I don’t get up to dance unlike drunky to my left. After, Almesha and I spend the next several minutes judging people.

8:15 PM: There is a video with a woman by the name of Ingrid rapping. I thought we saw the last of “Ingrids” in the 1960s. I take a mental note to Google her the next day (which I did and ended up buying the song “Fun”). I really like the music that’s playing, I don’t listen to the radio. I think that Beyoncé should compile this into a CD and sell it.

9:01 PM: I’m getting restless, it’s past my bedtime. At this point, I feel like I should be doing something more productive. I wonder if Beyoncé would let me go to one of her booths and help sell merch. I might as well make a little spending money while I’m waiting.

Maybe 11 minutes later PM: The lights go out and a video starts playing on this giant screen. 3 minutes later, Formation starts playing. Beyonce and her dancers start walking out but then I hear Freedia. I jump out of my seat and start screaming. I haven’t screamed since 85′, during my birth.

What’s up, New Orleans? Did you come to get slayed or what? Oh yes Mrs. B coming at the girls heavy, girl down! I did not come to play with you hoes, I came to slay bitch! I like cornbread and collard greens. You better believe it, girl down! Slay. Slay. Slay. Are you ready New Orleans? The one and only, you best to get ready because she came to slay. And the Queen!

Watch a video of her introduction here.

For the next two hours, we enjoyed songs from Lemonade and mixes and remixes of previous hits. There was lighting, flames, fireworks, confetti, water, and even acrobatics. If you weren’t close to the stage, no problem. The giant box and 2 screens to the left and right displayed the concert. And, it was packed. People were all the way in the nosebleed section. Apparently, this is where we would’ve been if Almesha hadn’t upgraded our tickets! Thank you girl!!!

It was truly magical, it’s hard to explain. Of course she looked perfect, is the best performer and sounds great live but so did her band, dancers and backup singers. Speaking of looking perfect, there was a lot of people dressed up. New weaves, stilettos and a full face of makeup in a dark arena. I’m not judging (maybe I am) but weren’t the tickets enough of a cost? 

Shortly after 11:00 PM: Wow, its over. It has to be quite a feeling to have so many people be there to see her. Night after night. Giving her all of their money. She does all of this and I can’t event finish a measly dissertation for a little PhD.

12:37 PM: Bedtime!

6:00 AM: Stupid birds chirping, I guess it’s time to wake up.

7:33 AM: We eat breakfast and get gas.

*We arrive back in Jackson entirely too fast, I won’t tell the time for fear of implicating myself* 

10:30 AM: Back to bed I go.


So, Beyonce told me to tell you to subscribe to Pink Gumbeaux, the NEWSLETTER, follow me on Facebook (where I spend most of my time), TwitterInstagram and Bloglovin. Read and share my previous post: Pumpkin, Fruit of the Devil

Oh, I nearly forgot to mention. This was my first concert, ever!

comments 8



Gather around kids, we have an important matter to discuss.

Although it is now officially Fall (Autumn if you will), we’ve already been inundated with pumpkin-flavored and or pumpkin-scented nonsense. My question: What is the purpose of pumpkin?! When did it become such a trend? It’s worthless, tastes like crap, and can often be mistaken for the heavenly Sweet Potato Pie. The horror!

Worst of all, pumpkin is an abomination! It’s in the Bible, check for yourself. I’ll wait.

If you eat it, you’re most definitely securing your seat in hell. Lucky for you, it’s never too late to change (unless you’re already dead). Repent, ask for forgiveness, and don’t buy into this worldly trend. What is your soul worth?  It should be worth you subscribing to to Pink Gumbeaux, the NEWSLETTER, follow me on Facebook (where I spend most of my time), TwitterInstagram and Bloglovin. Read and share my previous post: Small Talk for Introverts


comments 2



I may be generalizing but I’m fairly sure that most introverts don’t like small talk; however, most people don’t notice. Or, they don’t care… As a result, I’ve outlined a few scenarios and responses.

Scenario 1: The Elevator Ride 

Note: You should’ve taken the stairs but since you didn’t, here we are. 

Person: Good morning, how are you?

You: I’m doing quite well, and you?

Person: Great

You: It’s still really hot; although, fall is just a day away. I guess we have a few more weeks or so to play in the sun.

*PING* You’ve made it to your floor. You’ve successfully navigated small talk.

Scenario 2: Networking Events

Ugh, this one is the worst. First things first, plan to stay only for an hour.

Person: Hi, you’re a new face.

You: I’m *insert name here,* I heard about this event *insert advertisement (probably Facebook).* I do blah or am just starting blah, and you?

You could go further by asking about the training or education necessary to do whatever they do. Not that you care… 

Maybe ask them what made them get into that field and how long they’ve been at it. 

You could work the room with these same questions or hang by the food and stuff your face. You can’t talk with food in your mouth, that would be impolite.

Scenario 3: Husband Your Spouse Drags You to an Event 

Worse than the aforementioned worse. He Spouse knows you don’t like people but he spouse hates you and wants you to suffer.

First, snarl so people won’t approach you. Actually, that never works. You won’t be successful because these people are über friendly and don’t know how to read your body language. Since spouse that hates you brought you to the event, let spouse kick start the convos, it should be something you’re interested in and knowledgeable of, and or find the food table and stuff your face.

One thing that really helps is having an agreement on how long you have to stay at this event. My max is 2 hours unless I’m having fun which is rare. When 2 hours hits, give the death stare. Result to violence if necessary.

Oh, I forgot to mention. Humans like touching so you may have to shake hands, do a half hug or kiss a cheek. 

May the odds be ever in your favor.

So, the second newsletter just went out and it was a total success! If you don’t mind (but it doesn’t matter if you do), subscribe to Pink Gumbeaux, the NEWSLETTER, follow me on Facebook (where I spend most of my time),TwitterInstagram and Bloglovin. Read and share my previous post: Faux Product Review 33: Perfect Intensity (Bonus: How I Almost Destroyed My Bathroom)

comment 1


Friday ended my “Today’s the Day 7-Week Fitness Plan” with Ann Musico. Mom introduced me to Ann as a result of my conversation with her about my employer’s clinic making it rain in Adipex.

Mom: That stuff has really bad side effects and could even lead to death.

Me: At least I’ll die skinny…

Mom: You need to do it the old fashioned way, you need to call my nutritionist.

Note: Mom has lost a lot of weight and thinks she’s all that. Also, one of my Grandmothers was hating because she worked for Weight Watchers for 30 Years and told me to join them instead. My question to her: “Do you have Weight Watchers money?” Actually, I didn’t say it exactly like that… 

After a brief phone conversation with Ann, I had to complete a survey that included questions regarding my eating, physical, and mental habits. I was a little shocked by that. I didn’t consider the impact my mental health had on my eating habits. I also had to log my meals for 3 days so she could analyze my eating habits and provide me with a meal plan.

Once I was all signed up (and paid the fee), I got a host of resources which included the Today’s the Day book, weekly information on power foods, and daily advice and encouragement via email. And, she was always available. I usually communicated with her via text where I would ask her what I could eat, be sad when she told me no, and even made her my life coach and therapist.

At first, I was super excited to start but shortly after, I wasn’t in the best headspace so I gave more of 68% than 100%. Even with that, I still lost 8 pounds.

A few lessons:

  1. Increasing water intake is probably what contributed most to my weight loss.
  2. The mental part is super important, the most important aspect.
  3. It helps to have a support system. A couple of friends started the same time as me and even Husband changed a few things and lost 5 pounds. Now, Mom and I are thinking about joining the maintenance program.
  4. Eating healthy is hella expensive and boring but loosing weight will motivate you to keep going.
  5. Each day is a new day to do better. If you fail the first day, there is always the next day or next week.
  6. Eating better eliminated my hives. Every now and then, they come for me when I didn’t send for them but I was able to ditch my meds (5 pills a day). Although, dodging the sun is equally effective. Mom, does that make us vampires? Being allergic to the sun? That explains a lot…
  7. I have a tad bit more energy (can also  be linked to ditching the meds).
  8. When I try to eat things I used to eat, it makes me sick. Stomach to me: “I don’t want that bulls***!!!”
  9. You’re going to start craving your new lifestyle. Sometimes I can’t wait to drink water or eat fruit and veggies. On the other hand, I still daydream about brownies…

I was really concerned not just about my weight gain but also my health. I’m susceptible to Hypertension and Diabetes and guess what? I’m scared of needles so do you think I’m going to be able to prick myself several times a day to test my  Blood Glucose? I would cry each time and need someone to hold my hand. AIN’T NOBODY GOT TIME FOR THAT. Are people still saying that?

For more information about the “Today’s the Day 7-Week Fitness Plan” (and other plans), visit Three Dimensional Vitality

Side note: But if you know anyone who got the hookup on Adipex, and if you could ship it without Mom knowing, inbox me. 

Just kidding…ish.

If you don’t mind (but it doesn’t matter if you do), subscribe to Pink Gumbeaux, the NEWSLETTER, follow me on Facebook (where I spend most of my time), Twitter, Instagram and Bloglovin. Read and share my previous post: Faux Product Review 31: Mario Badescu’s Facial Spray With Aloe, Herb and Rosewater