Unshakable Faith/ Remain In Praise... Ya Dig

Marion Barber is a super star NFL running back and the coolest guy I've never met. In fact he is so cool that he refers to God as Pop’s and at the end of every one of his twitter prayers he ends with Amen, Ya Dig (too funny for words). I’m not sure what he plans on doing after his football career but if he becomes a pastor of a church I’m totally attending his church service just too hear him tell his congregation “ it’s offering time Amen, Amen, Amen Ya Dig (lol).I’ve never been into guys with long dread locks but Mr. Barber makes a single girl reconsider her preference. It’s no question that Marion Barber is a saved, sanctified brotha (lol) He’s the gentleman a single girl sits next to in church and finds herself thinking sinful thoughts and completely tuning out what the preacher is saying because she’s totally surrendered to the coloring fornication thoughts in your head (tragedy, don’t judge me) She’d want to ask him out after service but considering the minor orgasm she just had in the Lord’s house it would be best for her to walk away and pray for forgiveness lol. In all honesty what makes Marion so attractive is his genuine gratitude he expresses to God and his confidence in his faith. There is a quote that he once said on Twitter that I practice daily “Remain In Praise… Ya Dig”.

January 1st of this year my friends Monica, Michelle and I created vision boards. Our vision boards are a collage of things we want and things we want to change in our lives. Smack dead in the middle of my collage I have picture of a wedding ring and next to the ring is a picture of a handsome man saying “Lola, will you marry me” and I say :yes, yes, YES I Will (lol). Here it is the 7th month of the year and I am still standing in the front of the store I work at in Lenox Mall waiting for my one love to walk in and carry me away ….tragedy (lol). Meeting my husband wasn’t the only thing I visualized myself doing this year. I mean I thought I would have that flat belly I’ve been busting my butt in the gym for by now, and a well respected entertainment manager and a huge record with my hot new single playing on the radio across the world, but nope it’s just me and my band Gravity performing where ever we can get a gig…”Dear God why hath thou forsaken MEEEEEE!?!?! (lol)”. To look at my vision board and then to look at my life it’s as if the whole year is going by fast leaving nothing for me behind but a whole lot of pointless first dates. It makes me ask questions like, why have dreams if they wont come true and why work hard when it will only leaves me wounded. As I ask myself these questions while stirring at my dreams plastered on my bed room wall and I can’t help but want to snack my vision off the wall, rip it up in a million pieces and just cry myself to sleep, but I don’t. Instead I Remain In Praise Ya Dig!!!

In as much as I don’t have all that I envisioned I would have by now I have something better and that is unshakeable faith. I believe this year God has positioned me and preparing for my ultimate life. Before my vision board I didn’t have a vision and now with a clear vision God can order my steps and for that I am grateful. Unsure of where I will sleep next week or even how I will get to work I know that I am so much closer to my heart’s desires and just knowing that I can’t help but to “Remain In Praise”

To my friend that has set goals and has dreams but the days are looking bleak Remain in Praise even on the cloudiest day God will give you a clear direction. To my friend who has joined match.com and every other dating site but yet and still you’re not having much success, I encourage you to stay faithful, he’s close. My father once said in a sermon of his that quitters never win and winners never quit. You and I aren’t quitters and when nothing else helps we must simply; Remain in Praise, Ya Dig (lol)



Til Next Time
Simply Lola

Disaster to Decent Date

I know it’s been a while since I’ve written anything. That doesn’t mean I don’t have anything to say it just means I’ve finally found the time to organize my thoughts and let you all know just how I’m coming along with pursuit in “Finding My Way To Love”. Between transitioning out of my nanny job, to finding another job and attending my family reunion, I’ve managed to squeeze in a few dates. One was an absolute disaster and the other was decent.

Mr. Disaster is from North Carolina and is a movie investor (so he says). He is a divorcé (not so sure if that’s true)and a father of a young boy. He took me to a Thai Restaurant, where Tiger dines when he’s in town (Tiger Woods, that is…fancy). As we sat for dinner, he took the liberty of ordering my meal. Considering I couldn’t understand the language of the menu , I was totally appreciative of him ordering for me. He had the groper and I had what looked like lamb chops This is where the disaster comes into play. As we are having dinner he started talking about traveling the world. I expressed to him that I have my passport but I haven’t been out of the country. He of course starts to talk about all the places he’s been on his private jet. Apparently he only goes to the doctor in Columbia (um, excuse me but, who goes to another country for an annual check up?!?!) As he is discussing how he only flies private a couple walked over to the table and ask him if him and his “wife” were still planning on attending a surprise party and how was his job hunt….Busted!!! When the couple walked away from our table there was an awkward silence. I couldn’t help but make a joke so I simply said; Not flying private often, are you? It was clear this date had come to an end and home was the only place for me to go.

The following day I went to work and told my co-workers all about my disaster of a date. As we laughed at the foolishness I noticed a guy walk past our store a few times. I didn’t pay much attention to him because I figured he was looking for someone. After walking back and forth the rookie finally walked in and gave me the sweet compliment. He said; I’ve been walking past this store admiring your smile. Flattered by his game, I simply said, thank you. Since I was working we quickly exchanged numbers and went on about our day. During lunch we briefly talked through text. He asked me if I went to church, of course I do. Then he said he’s in town working out for the NFL and wanted to know if he could go to church with me. Church for date, my granny would just love him (lol). Sunday finally arrived and off to church we went. He wasn’t familiar with the city so I offered to drive. He was a gentleman, opening my car door, and the church doors for me, he was so sweet and so fine ( defensive back, tall, dark and handsome, just how I like em (lol)) Lord I pray that my coloring thoughts get thee behind me …Amen. As we sat down for service he held my hand and kissed it. I thought the gesture was sweet but a bit much for strangers. When we stood up for praise and worship he grabbed my hand again and he never let it go. When he wasn’t holding my hand he was rubbing my knee. It was really sweet, but I still say it was a whole lot for Jesus (lol). After church we went and had brunch. While eating brunch I learned that he wasn’t a drinker, or a smoker, he was just a simple guy from up north. He just finished college and he stays in panic mode regarding the lockout. The whole time he talked the only thing I could think about was my age, I’m 30. I’m 30 and ready to get married and have children I can’t marry a child…I mean what would Jesus do ?!?!(lol). At the end of our date he asked me could we hangout again before we left. Once again I was flattered but honesty is the best policy. I told him that I thought he was the most amazing man I had been out with in a long time but I’m 30 and I’m ready to get married and have children. I said; you’re young very young and you’re a rookie, you should enjoy your youthful rookie years with groupies and cheerleaders and whatever else in thrown at you (lol). We both laughed and agreed to stay in touch. He even told me when all this lockout stuff was over and he gets to play out his dream, he was flying me to New York to see him in action…that is if I’m not married with kids (lol).

Later that night I gave my favorite grandmother a ring, to tell her all about disaster and decent date. When I told her how Mr. Disaster lied about having a job and being married she said; Tisa if a nigga will lie he sho nuff will commit adultery. I know you fornicate but fooling around with a married man will only lead you straight to hell, and I Know you don’t wont to go to hell (of course I don’t)!!!(lol). I laughed so hard I had to catch my breath before I started talking about my decent young buck. Being the saved, sanctified Sunday school teacher/minister, she is, she loved the church going brotha, Mr.Decent. I had to break the news to her that he was too young and there wont be a second date. She was disappointed but said: well, I feel like you getting close to something. So keep prayin, asking The Good Lord to send you someone that will love you and wont lie, cheat, and beat on ya.

To my friend that has had a few disaster dates and even a few decent that may not be the one do my granny has suggested. Honey just keep prayin that the good Lord send you a husband that wont lie, cheat, or beat yo ass. Believe me I’m praying the same prayer.

Til Next Time
Simply Lola

Boys With Bad Manners

Last week I had three dates with three guys who happen to have the same name, Jay. I thought it was a little odd to meet three guys with the nickname Jay but I really thought it was insane to know that Jay was short for same first name (lol). Jay #1 was a bartender who had way to many children for me to even consider a second date, Jay #2 was strange, he was as my grandmother would say, a little funny i.e. gay. How do I know this!?!? Because he has a cat as a pet and he calls her pussy … nuff said (lol). And then there was Jay #3, I met him at a sports bar while watching the game with friends. He was from Miami but does a lot of business in Atlanta. I found his confidence to be very sexy and after talking for about an hour or so, I figured he'd be someone good to go out with.

The night of our date he took me to The Oceania, which was nice. I played it safe and didn’t order from the coloring side of the menu (lol). I mean I liked him but not enough to color. While we waited for our food we engaged in light conversation. I told him that I moved to Atlanta to pursue my music career and also to find love. He then asked me what was I looking for in a man. I told him I wanted a man with who is smart, handsome, mature, respectful, honest and financially wise, meaning he’s not going to make it rain at a strip club with our mortgage payment (lol) . He then asked me if I was a sexual person?!?! Trying to figure out just where that question came from I answered, well I was conceived from sex so I guess that makes me a sexual being (lol). Of course he laughed and then asked me when was the last time I colored. Shocked and embarrassed by his inappropriate questions I went to the bathroom to do a self evaluation. I wanted to make sure I wasn’t giving off some type of aggressive coloring vibe that he could pick up on. I was wearing jeans and a tank top with a cute jacket, not an easy access mini skirt. Unsure of his motives I went back to the table and instead of answering his question, I asked him some questions. I asked him what his credit score was, and how much money did he make a year. Caught off guard with my questions he nearly choked and responded “ I don’t think that’s any of your business”. I told him I couldn’t have agreed with him more. I stood up from the table grabbed my purse, and calmly used my inside voice and I told him that his questions about my coloring affairs were rude and insulting. I even told him that taking me to a pricy restaurant for some pussy was downright tacky. Before he could even respond I walk away with my head held high out the door. When I got to my car I realized I forgot my damn food. My pride wanted me to just drive off but it’s not every day I get to eat fancy food from a fancy restaurant (lol). So I walked back in and asked the waiter if he’d go get my doggy bag off the table. As he gave me my food he whispered nice move (lol)

The next day I called my grandmother and told all about my terrible date. At the end of my complaining about my tragic experience, my grandmother said ; Well Tisa I hate that boy acted like that with you but all I can say is’ a nigga is a nigga, is a nigga, is a nigga and a pussy, is a pussy, is a pussy. When a nigga see a pussy sometimes they just lose the common sense the good Lord gave them. She said you did right by just leaving his ass sitting here, but honey if that were me I’d told him to go fuck a duck (ROLMAO). Needless to say I was no longer upset over my terrible date, thanks to my granny making laugh so hard I had to catch my breath (lol).

To my friend who finds themselves going on dates this jerks like Jay #3, trust me I feel your pain. But in the words of my grandmother, all I can tell you is a nigga, is a nigga, is a nigga and a pussy is a pussy, is a pussy. And when I nigga gets around a pussy they just lose the common sense the good Lord gave them.

Til Next Time
Simply Lola

Pay It Forward/ Simply Lola..."Where Do I Go"

As most of you know I have committed myself to recording my album independently....meaning I am investing everything I have from time, money, heart and soul into my very own project. I have been holding on to my one dream for a very very very long time and if I died tomorrow I couldn't blame anyone but me for not making my one dream come true. So with all of that being said I have Great News!!! The first song titled "Where Do I Go" from my upcoming project "Simply Lola" is now available for purchase @ http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/lolasimone for just .99cents :)

You guys (my family and friends) are all I have as a fan base and words cannot express how I thank you guys for supporting thus far. Whether it be faithfully coming to early morning service at my Dad’s church just to hear me sing the same hymns over and over and over again, or at a whole in the wall night club, I thank you for just sticking by me and believing in me enough to just listen to my gift of song. I am in the beginning stages of really getting my project off the ground. I still need all of you guys love and support. So I am asking all of you all to go buy my song. I'm not trying to become super rich off of this single I'm just simply doing the best I can by making a name for myself...so please pay it forward!!! The more people know about me the closer I will be at fulfilling my lifelong dream. So once again go to http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/lolasimone download and please leave a positive comment on the website.

Thanks again for all your support, and just know this is just the beginning there's so much more to come.

Til Next Time
Simply Lola

Shitty Days Get Better

There is a difference between bad days and just down right shitty days. Bad days are usually a day where you receive tragic news like your favorite aunt passed away from old age. It's just one piece of news that you get out of no were on a normal day. A shitty day however, is a day where you are late for work because you over slept, your car is on empty but you only have $10 to your name, gas is $4 a gallon and you don't get paid for another two weeks. Finally you get to work and your boss is mad because the day you needed to be on time you're late. And for that you get a verbal and written warning for your tardiness.Then your boss realizes that you are on your third strike and so you get fired. Only to get home and hear that your favorite aunt died from old age. So now you have very little to no gas, no money, no job and no more favorite aunt. Shitty, as you can see are days were everything falls apart on after another. Today I am having a shitty day for.

I woke up this morning running late to work. Only to get to work and find a collection of silly mistakes in my work area. I am a college graduate that is struggling to do something as simple as ship off packages to its correct address, and carelessly leaving my register open over night ( thankfully no money is in the drawer). Not only that but the Titan is in town and I want to see him but if I do see him what will happen...my friends will declare me as the dumb girl that keeps falling for a love that is not attainable, if I don't see him I will wish I saw him. On top of that I still have got to find a place to stay and time is running out. Last but not least I reviewed my back account and my cell phone provider charged me twice leaving me in the negative balance and I ask you what did i do to deserve this?!?!?. This my friend is a very shitty day.

It's days like these that a single woman wishes even more that she had a man ( a least I do) With everything going wrong I'd give anything to hear him ( whoever he is) say ...Aww baby it's ok and then make me laugh for a few seconds, taking me to dinner late. Instead I have to resort to going in the bathroom to cry like a baby on my fifteen minute break, and beg God to have a little mercy, because drinking on the job is automatic termination (lol). After begging and pleading with God to please just help me get through the day I take a deep breath and continue to survive the day. I go back to my work area review my mistakes make the corrections and move forward hoping I have a job on Monday (lol). Then I call my bank and cell phone provider and let them know what has happen so they can make the necessary correction ( give me my money back!). As for a place to stay I have faith I will find one, and as far as the Titan, well I just don't know yet. I can only trust I do whats best for me.

After a few tears and simple pray I don't feel 100% better but I realize that I'm not dying even though I felt like it, shit happens. To my friend who feels like life has pooped all over you, trust me I know that feeling. Most mistakes can be corrected and the ones that can't you live, learn and just move on. Shitty days happen but they do get better.

Til Next Time
Simply Lola

Fornication Confessions

It has gotten to be a routine for my friends to call me with a disclaimer stating that whatever we talk about is between us and they don’t want to see our discussion in my next blog (lol). As a friend I would never tell the world my friends fornication confessions. I would never say anything about my friends new boyfriend’s paint brush curves to the right a little (he’s got the hook) or that one of them had a blind date who turns out to be a professional stalker. I would never tell anyone about the freaky role playing my friend enjoys with her “secret lover”. I pride myself in being a good friend and would never share my friends fornication confessions, their secret are totally safe with me (lol)

Confessions are private thoughts that for some reason haunt us until we break down and tell someone we can trust and wont judge us. Catholics confide in priests and my friends confide in me. As for me I make my confessions to my sister. My sister was without a phone this week and that left me traumatized. What was I going to do!?!? Who else was I going to talk to about my colorless life. With my sister not having a phone and my friends working real jobs (the type of jobs that require you to produce work) I had no other choice but to …BLOG.

Stress has gotten the best of me. So much is going in my life. My nanny gig will be over sooner, much sooner than I expected and I have to find a place to live. Which means I have got to get another job because I only work part time at Barneys New York Co-OP ( I’ll be damn to let go of that job) and I have to find a place to stay within three weeks ( anyone know someone with a room for rent). Not only that but I have to find a place that has good access to the bus and train station, because with my nanny job being over I have to leave the car with the family. With my life changing drastically I find myself wanting to just run away, not just run away but run away in the arms of a strong, sexy, black ( not blue black, just black) man. Yall know how I love a big guys, like Tommie Harris (is he single). At this very moment one can say I am on edge and would like to relieve the stress of my world through coloring. As a woman with morals I am not suppose to say this. I am suppose to go to church, and pray. But even a woman with morals wants to have a hoe moment. A moment where she can color without being self conscious or worried about being noted or judge from a Strawberry letter on the Steve Harvey Morning Show. You can say what you want but women with morals we’re a little jealous of hoes/groupies. I mean hoes/groupies not only get to cum while coloring but they gets paid for it. Ok some will call their life style prostitution but I call it smart. Let me be real; there have been times were I just wished I could have told a brotha to pay me for his poor performance.

One may ask so why don't I just go flirt with the first fine man that approaches me and get on!?!?Well to answer the question it has crossed my mind but the chances of it being worth a good joy ride are 50/50. It's clear my painter would be a liberating moment (one night stand. Either way if its good I will only escape my life just for a few hours, if its bad i will only want to take his life in less than an hour (lol). In as much as I want to feel the deep strokes of a masculine man paintbrush stroking deep strokes one after another (lol)I just need to relax, have a glass of wine go to sleep and activate the words of my friend Omari, just embrace my struggle(lol).

To my friend who had found herself in a bind and just wants to conform to the ways of coloring with a liberating moment. Trust me I am there with you, but if we surrender to our emotions we'll kick ourselves in the morning. So embrace your struggle enjoy a glass of wine. If nothing else you’ll have a good night sleep, waking up focusing on what’s important.(lol)

Til Next Time
Simply Lola

While I Wait

The big news this past week was Kim Kardashian is getting married to a basketball player that is only famous because he has committed to only coloring with a woman who has made a name for herself by coloring with many. Can you believe it a woman who is known for coloring with all shades of men is saying "I Do" to um...what is his name...um something Humpfry or Murffy. Not only that but video vixen Amber Rose is telling all her fornication confessions and how she is more than Fuckable to Vibe Magazine this month. Who would have thought!?!?!, both women are famous for becoming sex goddess through leaking private porn of their own and dating super stars that the simple girl like me only dream about while pleasing ourselves. Some may say I'm hating, and you're absolutely right. I hate that I have been carefully counting my coloring painters and these two have been coloring with countless men (sorry, emotional venting,lol). Have you any idea how many men I've turn down all for the sake of my reputation...LOTS. I may not have a big butt or a banging body but I got damn good skin, and a beautiful smile (lol). Of course these men I'vee said no to weren't super star either, they were more like super freaks,but that's not the point, I still said no...well sometimes (lol). These women waste no time jumping from one man to another, while I am just waiting for one...just one. I'm sure these ladies are great women with a brain to match their exotic booty's and bodies, but it just suck for a lady like me who's waiting for love to find out that you don't have to be a lady at all to get love (lol)


Like many of us single ladies, I've wasted time trying to complete with the Kim Kardashians, and Amber Roses of the world and totally dismissing other things in my life like my music.Oh sure these are the women men say they love to look at but don't want but the truth is if the opportunity presented itself they'd be all over any video vixen, playboy bunny that gave them the time of day(lol,but that's neither here nor there. I may not have an ass like Kim Kardashian or killer body like Amber Rose but what I have that they don't have is raw talent. I can sang like it aint nothing honey. And with my basic booty and average body I can sing so good it will have any man moving to a rhythm that makes him want to color me beautiful.

I've always wanted to record my very own album but of course I've been waiting for a label to sign me. Times have changed and now a days I don't need a label to record an album, all I need is me, my music and a really good producer. I have all of these things, so as I wait for him (again, who ever he is...lol) I am recording my very own album, having my first song to be put on itunes at the end of this week...I'm so excited.

There's a quote on my vision board that says "I started winning when I stopped whinnying". It's a waste of time to dwell on things, be it a man, child, or new job, that we don't have. Waiting is a time to maximize life with what you do have. Waiting is not a time to wait for life to happen but its a time to create and explore every way possibility we may have. To my friend who is ready and waiting for love to come, for him to love you.You and I both know we are loving creatures and as we wait for him we will love what we have and maximize our time by using our talents and gifts to creat life.

Til Next Time
Simply Lola