"Project O"

I'm in Jamaica and the white and tan umbrella is standing strong against the heat.

With the aided support of an olive panted hardwood picnic table, and a bottle of water that had been completely frozen between the zigzagging through the garden from our shared double bedroom to the look out deck, but had somehow melted to half hits frozen content once we'd unloaded our pair of books, my laptop, phone and payday, his ray bans, the cabin keys, a magnum tonic wine this monday afternoon {With Iron and Vitamins} and cast away burdens, thankful.

The last 3 days have been the equivalent of a train ride and I have a small collection of days yet to go as MyMor and I had used 10 of those collective hours arriving at our nestled oasis.

We spent another half hour traveling to the blue hole in Brighton located in Jamaica's westmoreland parish.

{not counting the stop we made for patties-which to me, does NOT count, because I've not yet obtained my Jamaican Beef pat tie w/coca bread}.  MyMor picked up 2 Chicken Patties one with cocoa bread and his without, and 2 ackee  and salt fish patties which looked like cocabread and completely legitimizes why I was eating it AND Morgan's chicken patty at the same time

{{IT WAS NOT A CONSPIRACY TO EAT BOTH CHICKEN}}

what began as a poolside relaxation-swaying with a redstripe, gently lulled in the hammock by the breeze of the wind and reggae music..

swiTched

to 

diving 

feet first

Into a mineral pool located 35 feet

beneath the surface of the hotel's renovation site.

MyMor jumped first

I had every intention of handing off the camera, stripping down and jumping next..

Sanity clutched me a bit though and then escaped me as I considered jumping from the tree because, hey, Im still gonna drop.

the drop had to be done


and once it was, the natural spring

                               and minerals

the botanical treatment from the natural elements of conch sand and attractive feeder fish, out dash most salons

{Ugggh, I've failed to mention 2 eating locals, and to update my trip advisory [Eek or leave feedback for my stay with Sue, I hope she'll be ok with the rain check]}

And we need take into account our departure flight is at 7:35 on a Sunday morning...

So no sleep Saturday Night..

Which means...

hike your but off and EXPLORE 

EXPLORE EXPAND

 and PAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRTTT Your way with clasped hands correctly. 

Motivational Pressure Cooker

I've finally accumulated enough piles of uncategorized information to organize my previous 
"hack & saw"
method of design

"the hiccup came from the division of focus of characters from multi-blends and time-lines.."

..on my career path, another concept rooted and watered.. 

...seeing things through to the point of destruction to confirm chalk lines.

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Working becomes fun when you view the labor as desired excersise, time flies by.

Salvatore
and
Elements

With Salvator, the post-apocolyptic grunt bridging his world from the underbelly of a crumbling Chicago infrastructure to getting the ticket to rise above the eroded tower to steam punk it up in the richer quadrants of the world.

Elements must see the young adults from one side of the world to uproot another, forming their own bridge of peace, one sacrifice at a time.

The latest project is now the re-grooming of a TV classic "Good-Times."  I've finally seen 3 episodes of the 70's classic and am now on the recon team to gather the intel on past writers, actors and present Urban dilemma, fashion and entertainment.

The question now is How to pull back my focus prior to my exit.

what to do in recompense?  ... Update my blogs.

Welcome to Rustic-Chic

Haven for Natural Hair, Unique Apparel, home decor & events, binge confessions 

aaaannnnnd 

Mamma-Drama

Dream Spaces to Creative Places

In my lapse to update my Springboard Blog 'Foundation to Creation', I'm updating my perspective on 'labels'.  

I guess I've stayed away from them so well that I've just pushed them away from aiding in my every-day, day-to-day's.   Now that I'm out of the clique mindset, and more intah the "I'm a mamma and its too late to put 'it' back".. I've since re-viewed life-time savings {money & quality Time} homemade cleaners happen to be one of those money savers.

Because lets face it...

Ultimate DREAM spaces.. 

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[ My 1st Personal Place!! ]

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Require a bit more planning and organization