Whatever happens in Vegas...

It always takes me forver to do pic blogs. Sheesh. Well, I spent my 25th bday is Vegas & here's my trip, told through photos. Enjoy. Oh yeah. on a scale of 1-22, Vegas gets a 16.3. :)

25 & Fabulous!

Another year older & this time sinning the whole Bday through!

How do you get this pouty look in your pics? Say, "Prune!"

See? I said it.

We look so hot on our first night in Vegas.

Gettin' my sexy on in front of this statue. He loves it.

Katrina, following my lead.

Aww, lookie what the manager brought to the table! For me?!?!

Happy Birthday to me!

It was YUMMY too!

I want to have my cake & eat it too.

Ooooh! Our waitress hooked us UP with some free shots!

Ambiance.

Debuting the Bday dress at Pure.

Those damn blue suede shoes!

Caesar's...sort of. I have the hardest time taking night time flicks.

I like this pic because I look like I'm glowing. Probably just drunk.

Vegas is magical at night.

Flossin' in the bday dress.

The big Two-Five!

Gamblin' never looked so good!

Why does Vegas always look so fake in pictures?

The Bellagio's lobby was off the chain! I need that ceiling in my apt please?!

More Bellagio lobby. Swanky.

We made friends with this chick Vanessa who had a papa dew azucar that financed her trip to Sin City.

I love this pic. Am I chilling in Rome?! Yes!

The pool at Caesar's just might be my fave.

I really felt like I was in Rome for a hot second.

Although, we were the only splashes of color there.

Tryin' to be a model.

Again with the model attempts. Don't mind my really short & wet dress.

I love this pic of Vanessa.

Loooks like I'm standing in front of a green screen.

The Bellagio's pool was perfection. Too bad they closed at 7pm. WTF?!

The reason we were able to go to the pool at The Bellagio. Thanks sugar daddy of hers!

We were the last ones to leave that pool. Too mad at the 7pm closing time.

Always showing her ass! ;-)

Paris Hotel is so pretty at night.

Me & my bitch

The view from The Bellagio.

I actually have video of this fountain & I'm pretty sure it would have been more entertaining that this uneventful pic.

Me & good ol' Willy Wonka.

Katrina Monorailin'.

How sexy did Katrina look?!

The Wynn was sultry. ;)

I was drunk enough at this point. Didnt really need that lovely frozen drink nor the jello shot. Oh well!

New York, New York!

& I thought NYC was crowded. The NYC hotel smushed all the landmarks we know & love and put them all within a block's radius of one another. Mmm. Home!

Dolphins & shiz.

The scenery at The Mirage. It's very beautiful in there. Mmm artificial nature.

All the glory that is The Palazzo.

There wasn't much to do at Treasure Island. A 12-year-old humor photo in front of the "Wet Zone" warning. Sure! Don't mind if I do.

Mmm, scenery.

I believe we're at The Venetian, playing the role of tourists.

The ceiling in one of those nice, $300 plus/a night hotels. They all look the same after a while.

Tao had these mini tubs filled with rose pedals. Swanky.

They had the nerve to have the smallest pond for gondola rides. Didn't even inquire how much it cost. I'm sure it was much too pricey for the 35 seconds of riding.

Posing in front of Tao. Uhm, the crowd?

Those painful blue shoes. Gotta love/hate 'em!

I'm aware of how amazing my legs look & that my bra is showing. Thanks!

This was near the Paris hotel. It looked so peaceful and foreign at night. I closed my eyes and pretended I was in Europe. Then, someone pushed past me screaming, "wooooo!" & carrying their Eiffel Tower Frozen Margarita. Damn reality!

Planet Hollywood kinda reminds me of Times Square. Ugh. That place.

Go figure! Samuel L. Jackson & I have the same size hands. Hmm.

One of the best buffets ever! I ended up having to go alone, since Katrina left in the wee hours of the morning. I ate so much, I could hardly sightsee in the desert heat after I left.

Ok, those are the pics of Vegas. :) Glad you enjoyed. Now...comment!

25 & counting...

So, I was thinking. I interview a lot of people, all the time. Most of the time, I am landing these interviews on my own through connections I've made in networking. Why am I constantly busting my butt to get these interviews to magazines and online blogs that underpay me or don't pay me at all? What should I do about this?

Well, I've decided to start posting up some of my interviews on my very own blog! Innovative, right? Ha! I mean, it's time for Danielle to start doing for herself. That way, I can market myself as a brand, grow, learn, fall flat on my face, get up and keep working hard. I know I was born for a special purpose and just because I am 25 & haven't figured out that purpose yet, doesn't mean that I should kick myself daily or feel useless.

So cheers to finding myself more & more at the tender age of 25. I ain't gonna lie, I'm freakin' out. I'm five years away from being 30. Not that my life is in disarray, but I pray that it's much better and stable by 30. So again, cheers to life! And hows about an extra shot for a flourishing writing career!

Prayer Changes Things.

So a weird thing just happened to me. I say weird because I really don't know how I feel about it. I was knee-deep in a prayer. I haven't had a core-shaking prayer in such a long time. In my prayer, I asked for the strength to pull through life and make it into what I know it can be.



God had blessed me in so many ways and there is no reason for me not to be able to achieve my wildest dreams. No reason, but myself. I believe there's a grey, misty massive grey cloud of fear over my head and the sad part is, I don't even know what I am afraid of.


I'm not one of those people afraid to succeed. In fact, that's what I welcome. But I block myself. I ground myself and surround myself with things that weigh me down. At times I feel like I'm carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders. I've fallen in & out of depression & I intend to beat it. In fact..that's what my prayer summed up to.

I was praying aloud. I ended up standing, closing my eyes, tilting my head back & fists balled up. I was in a moment. It felt as if I was performing a poem. When that dawned on me, I broke my prayer and got my pen & pad. There was a split second where I felt guilty for stunting my prayer because it sounded like a good poem that I wanted to write down.

When it came down to it, I didn't even remember a significant enough amount to make sense of anything & I couldn't even get back in the groove to complete my prayer. Two fails for the price of one. Hmph! But I needed a jumpstart to the more poetic writer side of myself because she's been silenced for a while.

Prayer really does change things & sometimes those things aren't even what you're asking about at the time. God knows us so well, He's able to give us the things we need before we can even anticipate or even know that we even want those things.



Even Ghandi said, "If you don't ask, you don't get." What I am going to be asking for.?The strength to go through the bad with grace. And the power to live my purpose. I was put here for a reason & the cool thing about life is--we get to spend our lives finding out what that purpose is. That's beautiful. I don't want to crumble at the thought of being able to live an amazing life. I'm gonna live...fully.

Amen.

Yeah...and another one.

I complain a lot about my life. From the outside, looking in, I bet it looks charming. I am unattached, young, no kids & basically no responsibilities. What the heck do I ever have to be down about? I wish I knew, so that I could stop it from happening. But since it's going to, I have to figure out how to handle it better--how to cope with it.

I am taking this time right now to say, I am strong. I am stronger than this depression that has been trying to take me hostage for the last couple of years. God has surrounded me lately with some amazing people and those people have helped to rejuvenate my ambition & desire.

I have quite a few ideas for some new ventures as well as some peopel that want to work with me--how effin' cool is that?! Being sought out because of my work makes me feel like I am on the right path. Life is a beautiful thing & it's time to start living like I realize the kind of gift I've been giving.

That's not to say that I won't complain anymore. Lol. come on! I'm human! But I will handle it best I can if/when the sadness returns. I'm about to be 25. No more whining like a baby. It's time to handle eveything like a woman.