


In the fog, on the Pacific Coast, from my little corner of the world. Sharing all that is me. V.
I went to the Indian fair at Fremont this past weekend, mostly so that Nikita could check out the henna artist. We got our hands henna-ed, did a little shopping and ate. It's funny, when I had the henna on my hands from my sisters wedding (in 2000), a lot of people asked what it was and were curious about it. Today, just about everyone knew what it was and asked if I had gone to a wedding.
V., your theme song is Independent Woman!
You could fit right in with Charlie's Angels themselves. When "Independent Woman" (be Destiny's Child) is cranking, your smooth and powerful groove announces your entrance to any event and nothing can get in your way. Maybe you're balancing school, sports, and a job. Or maybe you're seriously thinking about your career. Any way you slice it, you are a modern woman. When your song comes on the car radio, you turn it up and tell your passengers to hang on—you have a statement to make and a song to sing. You're a lass with sass, and plenty of sauce. Some of your girlfriends might not understand why you pay your own way on dates sometimes. But it makes sense to you. You can't be categorized by the usual labels. Hey, you've got your priorities straight and being dependent on someone all of the time is not one of them. And while strangers might be surprised enough to say, "Girl I didn't know you could get down like that," no one else is, 'cause you've proven your righteousness time and time again.