My Buddy (LMBO)

Does anyone remember the popular doll My Buddy? It was created by Hasbro and was very popular in the late 80’s and early 90’s.

The reason why I’m blogging about this doll is because my brother had one. My mom thought he would like it because so many boys were dying to have one. My brother’s My Buddy doll looked exactly like this:

Me and my older sister used to terrorize him with it because he was afraid of it. It was hilarious to watch him scream and run away from his My Buddy doll. One time, we locked him in our upstairs attic. I almost died laughing because he was banging on the door screaming to be let out. KMSL! It didn’t make it any better that the light bulb was blowed in the attic. ROTFLMBO! πŸ˜‚πŸ˜­πŸ˜‚

Our mom whooped us so bad for doing him like that, but it was worth it. We still laugh and talk about it til this day. My brother always said the doll looked possessed. πŸ˜‚

I’m seriously thinking about buying one on eBay and shipping it to him. I’m sure he’ll get a kick out of it. Mmmm Hmmmm. Yeah, I think I might do it. For ole times sake lol…🀣

Until next time…

Race Relations

We live in a world where race relations aren’t the best. Some find it hard to be friends with individuals who are of a different nationality or race because they believe they don’t have much common. But is that really the case? Could it be that they themselves are harboring some form of prejudice that keeps them from getting to know other groups of people? That’s something to think about.

I have an amazing group of racially diverse friends and I know that’s not the norm for most people. Why? Because most people have trouble connecting with someone who is of a different nationality or ethnic background. A lack of confidence, poor self-esteem and deep-seated racism or prejudice is usually to blame.

I come from a racially diverse family and so it’s easy for me to connect with people who don’t share the same skin color as me. I find myself pitying those who are missing out on such wonderful opportunities because they don’t know or refuse to know how to truly connect with people who are of a different nationality or ethnic background than them.

If you are a person who possesses a racially diverse group of friends, I sincerely want to commend you. I tend to laugh (sometimes) when I hear people say, I have Black friends or White friends and it’s like maybe one or two. When I say diverse, I mean exactly that. Diverse. Black, Native American, White, Middle Eastern, Hispanic, Asian and so forth. Those are the types of good close friends I possess and cherish and I wouldn’t trade them for nothing in the world!

Until next time…


I find it so disappointing that some people feel the need to minimize, undermine or criticize someone else’s accomplishments, abilities or successes. Why can’t they just be happy for that person? So because it’s not happening for them, they can’t be happy for the other person? How sad.

When you can be happy for someone else’s “come up” in life or major accomplishment(s), you show a level of maturity and humility. Even if it’s a person you may not necessarily care for, you still want to wish them well. Don’t hinder or block your own blessings. Wish them well from a distance and live your best life.

I’ve had my share of people who hoped for my downfall and failure, but I never retaliated or hoped the same for them. They may have thought I did because that’s what they were doing to me, but Nita is too mature for that. Life is too short to be bitter, resentful and spiteful. Just think, the energy you waste on being negative could be put to good use by being positive.

When you spread peace, you can be at peace and that I tell you is a beautiful thing.

Until next time…


I was reading a hilarious article not too long ago about bad neighbors. It got me to thinking about my own experiences. For the most part, my experiences have been good. I can only recall one neighbor that I didn’t necessarily care for and it was when I moved into my first apartment while in college.

Does anyone remember how big Guitar Hero and Rock Band was when it first came out? Well, this neighbor of mine loved to play Guitar Hero or Rock Band several times a week late at night. If you’ve ever played Guitar Hero or Rock Band, then you know just how loud those games are and can be! The man had no shame which is why I and the rest of my neighbors had no shame reporting him. πŸ™ƒ

If you want a good laugh, click on the Instagram link I’m about to share. This clip perfectly illustrates my pain during that time whenever I was trying to sleep. He finally settled down after almost two weeks of us complaining. I can laugh about it now. Back then, I was fuming. ROTFLMBO! Click here and make sure your sound is on. SMH…πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

Until next time…

I’m Doing It!

Hey, Hey, Hey! This blogger has to talk a little smack this evening to her kinfolks that live thousands of miles away. Do you remember our get fit the quickest challenge? The very same challenge where my kinfolks waited two weeks to tell me about? Well ah, I’ve been dropping my weight and I’m happy to report that my jawline is now becoming more visible again! Take a look for yourself. Ignore my “barely there” forehead. Sheesh! 😜

All I have to do is lose a little more weight and my jawline will be on display again! πŸ‘ŒπŸΎ I’m about to start working out more regular so I can tone and firm my neck and my body. Genetics! πŸ™ŒπŸΎπŸ™πŸΎπŸ™ŒπŸΎ When I started out, I was at 164 lbs. My goal weight is to get down to 135 lbs which is good for my 5’4 and 1/2 frame. I’m not going down to 120 lbs so my doctor can forget it. Not happening. I feel so good I can’t help but to smile!

Before I end this post, I have to show off my short ponytail puff. It has made working out much easier and it’s been a trooper. I don’t have all that length and weight from my hair weighing me down anymore and I love it! πŸ™ŒπŸΎ I can get used to this. Just look at it. Ain’t it cute? Lmboooooooo! 😍

Alright kinfolks, y’all better come on ’cause Nita is getting close to her goal weight. Bring πŸ‘πŸΎ It πŸ‘πŸΎ On πŸ‘πŸΎ! I’m ready for you baby! I’m so ready! πŸ’ͺ🏾😍😘

Until next time…

It May Not Be For You

My blog that is. On my blog, I post uncomfortable subject matter at times, but that’s life. Life is not always comfortable. There will be times where we will be made to feel uncomfortable. It’s inevitable. It’s going to happen and for others, it may happen more than once.

As a Black woman, it should be a given that my blog will be geared towards subject matters of the Black experience. I will share unsettling truths, stories and facts that may make you feel uncomfortable, ashamed, sick or even mad, but if it’s the truth it’s the truth. I can’t be ashamed to share the truth no matter how painful or uncomfortable it may be…

As a blogger, I have readers and followers who follow and unfollow at times, but I can respect that. What I post isn’t for everybody. My blog, BookingAnita, is a place where I share inspirational stories, facts, as well bitter truths. The overwhelming majority of my readers and subscribers love it. Will this blog ever deviate from that? No, not a chance.

Until next time…

Kim Porter

Kim Porter, mother, model and actress was found dead today due to cardiac arrest. She had been battling pneumonia for the past couple of weeks. Kim was only 47 years old which makes her passing even more tragic and sad. Kim had such a fulfilling life and she was a wonderful mother to all of her kids.

One of the things that always stood out to me was her close bond with her late mother Sarah. They shared such a beautiful bond and I can still remember how devastated Kim was when her mother passed away a few years ago. I love my Mom to pieces and I can’t even imagine losing her.

The media likes to refer to Kim as Diddy’s ex or Diddy’s “baby mama“, but she was much more than that. Kim was an established woman before she even met Diddy. It would be nice if the media referred to her as Kim Porter, mother, model and actress. Not Kim Porter, Diddy’s ex.

I can’t imagine what her children must be going through because she had a close bond with all of her kids. Her oldest child Quincy, whose father is R&B singer Al B. Sure, is the spitting image of his father. Her son Christian and twin daughters Jessie and D’ Lila, fathered by Diddy, look a lot like her when she was younger.

I can’t help but to think about her kids at this time, especially her daughters, because her death was so sudden and unexpected. The fact that she was only 47 years old is so unsettling. Kim still had a lot more life to live. My heart goes out to her family. Kim Porter was a beautiful woman both inside and out. I know she will be greatly missed.

Until next time…