Featured Artist Friday

I’ve been trying to figure out what direction I want my blog to go into. I figured out, I’m just going to share things that bring me joy. This led me to post “Feature Artist Friday”. Anyone who knows me, knows I loveeeeee finding youtubers that have talent. I could watch good singers on YouTube all day, and normally the people I start watching, become big years later. This has led me to believe that I am a talent scout. LOL. Honestly, I watched Justin Bieber, Jessica Sanchez, Iggy Azalea, (just to name a few) years before they made it big.

Today I am introducing 19 year old Jasmine Tristina. If Brandy, Aaliyah, Amy Winehouse and Sade had a love child the product would be this beautiful talent. She’s not a stranger to the entertainment world. Jasmine has worked with John Legend, the Jonas Brothers and Janelle Monae. On top of all of that, she has recorded music for major motion pictures, to include, “Best Mans Holiday” and Disney’s “Lemonade Mouth”.

I followed her on Instagram, last year. My ears fell in love with her voice and so I followed her on YouTube! In the mist of changing, I lost her IG when I deleted my old one! I was sad :(. Then last week I noticed she posted a new YouTube video a cover for “Treat me Like Somebody” by Tink. I was so excited! I’ve listened to it 1,000…1,001 times! When I find good artists, it’s not really about how “good” their voice is.

I look for 3 basic things.

1. Charisma
2. Voice Quality
3. Talent

I personally think Jasmine possesses all three. I love the way she smiles while she’s singing. She also has the ability to pull her voice back, and sing without over doing it or trying too hard. Lastly, she not only is an amazing singer, but she is classically trained on piano and can strum the hell out of a guitar!

Don’t just take my word for it! click here to hear for yourself!!

She will be dropping her first single “Scenic Love” within the next week!
Don’t forget to share share share! Follow her on IG @jasminetristina YouTube: Jasmine Tristina


Pastels Royals Animals: Spring Fashion 2015

New Year, new you? Nope, you are fine. It’s your clothes that need to change! Oh, and maybe that habit of self-medicating with wine, but you could always save that for next year!

So, let’s take a look at the hottest fashion trends to come.


Well, if we’re being honest, pastel is nothing new. If you go back 10 maybe even 15 years it’s always been a thing for Spring. Now, we’re brining that 2015 edge by painting our leather jackets like an Easter egg, no really.

Check it.


Also, since you may (or may not) still be on your “New Year Resolution” health kick by the time March rolls around. Spring is the perfect season to start running and working on cardio! It’s still crispy in the morning but the sun stays up long enough for you to wait until after work.

Plus, it’s scientifically proven that you run better when you have brand new shoes (not really). Wait, maybe … Hmmmmmm


Last, but most certainly, not least. We have yet another excuse to spend money. I have the pleasure of living in the desert so I won’t personally need these, but for my readers that live in a place with actual seasons, it may be raining in Spring. “In like a lion, out like a lamb”. These boots are soft and ferocious.




Yes, I know. You’re probably singing that song in your head right now. If you want to just get it out of the way and listen to it. Click here Also click there if you have no clue what “that” song is!

It’s a blasphemy…Lorde has ruined my ability to enjoy rich colors! I will make an effort by presenting these beauties.

First we have our classic Royal blue blazer. This spring is all about being edgy but not falling off of the cliff.


Keep the lines simple. Don’t over do it by adding patterns.

Thank me later.

Royal green, is one of my favorite colors. I am pleased that women are starting to see how exquisite it really is. It’s perfect for every skin color, and no, it’s not emerald. Imagine that emerald and forrest green had a baby, that is royal green. That also means you have a twisted imagination .. You sick freak.

Royal green is the new black.


Royal green also participates in amazing patterns.

2015/01/img_4680.jpg if you must wear a pattern, keep it simple. Save the tropical, Brazil carnival patterns for summer!


This last trend is pretty self-explanatory. It’s also my favorite because I like simple. I feel like this trend would be more appropriate for men, because it just looks better but borrowing your boyfriends close happens!

We get it!

Even if you don’t have a boyfriend you can fake it with these really cute shark tees.



If you want to jazz it up for night time, there’s another option.


Last but not least, Sharks aren’t the only wild thing you can put on a shirt! There’s more!


Animal prints have always been in. The cheetah print was a trend literally all year, and quite frankly I’m OVER it. Spice it up! I’m really liking this alternative choice
It ties multiple trends together. PASTEL, GREEN, ANIMAL PRINT


What a perfect way to finish the post.

Thanks for reading!

Why I won’t take the “Black Lives Matter” protestors seriously…

I’m going to keep this short, because I don’t want to piss too many people off, it’s too early in the new year for that, and I just started my blog, so I’m still trying to suck up. Also, I will save my opinions on the Eric Garner and Mike Brown case for another post, because like I said I’m still trying to get followers!

One thing I will say is that these protests are laughable. I’m not referencing the cause. I would never tell someone what to believe, even if they are wrong, but if you want to be taken seriously then there are ways to go about it, and these protesters are indeed FAILING.

If we take a look back to 1968 we can see vast contrast between the two pictures. The first thing that caught my eye, is the clothing. Today, the #blacklivesmatter protestors are wearing homemade shirts, designer sunglasses, shirts with their belly hanging out, and blue jeans.


If you were to go to a business meeting, wearing what the protestors today are wearing they would laugh you out the door. Why? Simple, because your attire is your first impression. Before you even open your mouth to speak, your clothes say a lot about you. In 1968, these protests were underneath all of it, basically, a business meeting. The civil rights movement, was like a gigantic contract. The contract was one of livelihood but, a contract none the less. The men wore shirts, ties, blazers. The women wore, knee length dresses, and heels. This wasn’t about comfort or convenience it was about respect and fulfillment.

The other thing I noticed was the body language. Honestly, this can only be taken with a grain of salt because a protest is a long event and the these pictures only capture a brief moment in time, but I can’t help but to feel the hostility when looking at the picture below 👇.


Arms up, mouths open. It’s almost as if they just want to be heard. If you dissect the different arguments, there’s no cohesion. There’s many saying that it’s a race problem, there others swearing it’s just police brutality and not about race. The message isn’t clear. It’s extremely unorganized which, is exactly what the Black Lives Matter protesters look like, a hot mess!

Now, in comparison, you see the Civil Rights protestors. Arms held side by side and tightly locked. They look organized and well put together. They look as if they have a purpose. They look as if they want to be seen and by being seen they will be heard. They don’t look angry, they look honorable. .


These were just a couple of points I wanted to make in reference to the cause. Maybe, in the weeks to come the BLM protestors will get their shit together, if they actually mean businesss and they aren’t doing it because it’s just “the thing to do”. Feel free to join in on the discussion, I love a good (intellectual) debate.

Who am I, and why am I blogging?

So, my name is Brianna Tozer but feel free to call me Carrie. Yes, like Carrie Bradshaw from Sex in The City. No, I really didn’t like that show too much but I watched because I loved Carrie Bradshaw. I loved how fabulous she was, and how she wasn’t afraid to talk about spending her rent on shoes and her sex life.

Well, enough about her and more about me! I’ll save you the nitty gritty details about my early life but I’ll touch on it really quick.

BORN– Seattle December 1988
ADOPTED– when I was 3mo I was placed with my now, parents, and I was officially adopted around 2 or 3 years old. My parents (yes they are Caucasian) were foster parents in the Seattle area for years and have over 100 child go in and out of their home. They adopted 3, the first one was my biological brother, the second was a blonde hair blue eyed girl, and the third and last was me! Plus, my parents had two older children of their own, so all together there were 5 of us!


I lived in Renton and Redmond, Wa until I was 10 years old, then my parents made the best decision ever (sarcasm, but not really) to move to Iowa. My mom’s side of the family lived there. It was one thing to feel out of place as the only black girl in all of my classes at Emily Dickinson Elementary, but then to be the only black person in the entire school, was different but nothing I couldn’t handle! I was a major tomboy and got along well with everyone in school. We moved from the college town of Cedar Falls, IA to small country town of Toledo, IA …. Yes … Toledo, IOWA not OHIO!

Population: 1,5000

Although it was quite an… Hmm, adjustment, looking back I loved it. I quickly found that in order to fit in and make friends, you must play sports and be involved in school. So, that’s what I did. I always played basketball even in Seattle. I played elite club ball, so I started playing in Iowa. I also, learned about volleyball and started playing in 6th grade and was (not to toot my own horn) really good, just like the rest of the girls in my grade so we all got really close and played amazingly well in club through middle school until high school graduation. In high school, I also got involved in speech contest. In 2006 I went all-state in my large group speech, and got straight 1s in my individual speech, coincidentally I performed our future president Barack Obama’s 2004 Democratic Convention speech.

I never really felt destine for stardom or anything crazy like that but I knew I didn’t belong in Toledo, IA, and I cringed at the thought of college. However, I did give college a try since I got a volleyball scholarship to a private college, but hated it. So, off to the Air Force I went.

About, 8 months after signing up for the Air Force I finally left for basic training. Of course I made friends while there and no enemies. Because, I’m me,Carrie Bradshaw and everyone loves me. No, really, I’ve always got along with everybody! Basic training was some of the best weeks of my life, extremely challenging, but still amazing.

Well, that all came to a halt after basic training, I met an ASSHOLE, training instructor, some black guy that had mommy issues and hated other black females. So luckily for both of us, my technical training was only 5 weeks long. I made it through that horrible experience, but also made some great friends there, and off I went to Italy.

Yes!! Italy. I got Italy as an airman for my first duty assignment. I remember writing it down on my dreamsheet in basic training, we were all in a classroom, and I was sitting next to this sweet girl (bitch) who’s parents were like officers in the Air Force already, and the girl told me “Don’t write Italy, no one ever gets it!”… To which I replied, “Bitch, I’m Carrie motherfuckin’ Bradshaw!” …Ok, well I said that in my head but aloud I think I said, “haha, sucks to be them!”

Seriously, I’m not normal. Things just come to me and happen for me. So I wasn’t shocked when I got Italy. I was so excited I didn’t even take leave to go home to see my family before I jetted off to Italy from training.

I’ll save all of my emotional, out of body experiences for another post. I lived in Italy for 2 years and got my single white — black — female on, and loved it. I also deployed to the Middle East while I was there. Qatar. I was there for 7 months. Worked hard, laughed hard, had some fun times and then went back to Italy. My Air Force career was nothing to be ashamed of. However, I was only in for 4 years. That was my fault. After my first two amazing years in Italy, I got stuck in Louisiana.

That’s when everything changed.

At first I loved it. I loved it for like the first 2 months. Then things turned horrible. My leadership was non-existent. The structure I had at work in Italy wasn’t there in the states. No one got a long. There were rumors at work. I got my first enemy ever. I didn’t know how to handle, someone not liking me. It ruined my life. I always felt so self-confident. Why me? Why am I getting picked on. I experienced financial difficulty. I got pregnant with someone had I no intentions of building a life with. He wasn’t a bad guy, just not perfect for me.

I met another man.

This one was my best friend. At first. He got me like no one else did. I soon found out he could hurt me like no one else could as well.

My life was falling apart.

However, since I’m me. I never let anyone see that. I continued to go to work, and be flawless on shift. I worked shifts for everyone else when they need someone. I still volunteered in the community and on base. I still worked third shift even though my boyfriend “knew I was going out to see someone and not go to work”. I was trying .

I was trying so hard to hold everything together.

Eventually. It all unraveled. I lost everything because of the man that was my best friend. Our tumultuous relationship caused me to falll. Everything that I worked so hard for, my car, my career, my gorgeous apartment (with high ceilings and crown molding and all black appliances and granite counters) and , I lost. Our fighting. It made me tired. It got physical every time. His jealousy was tiring. Yes, there were red flags in the beginning. I should’ve known. I did know, but I didn’t care. I told him I wouldn’t give up on him. I promised that I wouldn’t be the one person in his life to turn their back on him.

Then I realized. I’m someone’s child. I’m someone’s mother now. I have to get it together and leave.

I left my daughter with my parents for one final attempt to get my life together. I was working, the crazy boyfriend moved out, and life was going great. The financial difficultly was there though. I grew up middle class, I didn’t ever have much debt but the little that I had seemed to take apart my life. Military loan sharks were circling and I was drowning.

Out of desperation I moved back in with my boyfriend and it took less than two weeks for it to go sideways. I committed career suicide because I need out. The only way out I knew was to get kicked out of the Air Force. I did something stupid. I had to, I talked to my leadership before about needing to get stationed some place else, I talked to them about not being happy where I was. I couldn’t tell them that my home life was hell, but they knew. So why didn’t they help? Why did they just let me ruin my career. Oh well, at least I was able to move finally.

I could see the end in sight. I was planning what I was going to do when I got home to my daughter in Arizona. I was applying for jobs.

Then it happened. My second out of body experience. I found out I was pregnant with my second child.

This was not good news but I knew it was happening. I was a statistic. I was an African American single-mother in a domestically violent relationship. It didn’t matter that I was still in the Air Force. It happened to me.

The next three months were like a cloud of bad karma. One thing after another just kept happening. I won’t get into these details either but here’s the run down.

JAIL: I went to jail for a bogus fight because my boyfriend lied to the cops. Even though my pregnant body left a huge all in the wall from him pushing me, I got arrested. Needless to say the charges were dropped but that was one of the last times I saw him. Jail was the best thing that could’ve happened to me. It took me out for the unhealthy relationship and it gave me my confidence back.

AF Separation: the jail incident was the final straw for the Air Force. It was a mutual breakup. I felt the joy I once had to serve my country was gone. I found out that my leadership was telling everyone at work about my personal problems. I had no real supervisor. I never got credit for being a single mother but still working different shifts every week, all the while my life at home was crumbling. I still got my Air Force good conduct medal, then on 11/08/2012 I was officially a civilian again.

I was stuck in Louisiana, for a couple months for child court with my daughter (my oldest child). Her father was jealous but painfully dumb. We both wasted money on lawyers to go to court but ultimately he didn’t get custody and had to start paying child support so in his eyes he “lost”. I finally got to return home to Arizona.

There I was. A 25 year old single mom of one with one on the way. I was living with my mom, I lost my car when I got out of the Air Force due to the stress, I couldn’t work while I was pregnant so my car got Repod for missing one payment. I had no job, no real direction. I applied to probably over 100 places for work. Then my son was born early. He faced some challenges do to being premature but after two weeks in the hospital he was able to come home.

There I was. A 25 year old mother of two, under two. I got a job at a brand new and very upscale medical marijuana dispensary right down the street from my house. I loved working there. However, I’ve always been a prude when it comes to substances (for myself, not everyone else). Since I am adopted and I know addiction is in my DNA, I’ve always stayed away from smoking and alcohol and I don’t even take medicine when I get sick. So, although it was a new and fresh experience I had to stop working there. I am a veteran! I need to find a real job!

A year goes by and I have found nothing that will work. I’ve been to flight attendant hiring events and many interview and Here I am. 26 year old mother of two. I am trying to find the balance between working and not paying too much for daycare. It seems impossible. I can’t get a car without a job, but I can’t get to work without a car. I’m still here, living with my mother. My need for independence is haunting me. All I can think about is getting my own place for my kids and myself and finding a live in nanny. I’ve had some amazing interviews at places. I’ve been hired for a part-time job with Banner Health, but it’s taken 3 months for the hiring process. So, since I am virtually getting paid to be a stay at home mom now I’ve had a lot of time to think. What do you love? I love writing. I love expressing myself verbally. Every time I do something in my head, I’m writing about it. I don’t know what I want to be but I have to start somewhere.

My parents have raised me to be well-rounded (I’m good at everything besides golf) but the Air Force wrecked the idea of a formal education (sorry for all the writing errors, I write how I talk). I love on the job training. If I could be a nurse, minus all the school and just go straight to hands on training I would love it. I’ve also toyed around with the idea of going to law school. I’ve taken classes. I have some college education, but at the turn of the year I decided I need to do something before I go insane. I need to work. I need to be in the public eye again, but I can’t afford daycare. So here I am. I am blogging. Due to the recent events throughout the nation on race, and police, and violence, I feel that I offer a unique insight since I did grow up in unusual circumstances.

I am also……. not normal

I’ve always get compliments on how beautiful I am. I mean. I’m not ugly, but I’m no Halle Berry either. People always ask “what are you?” I love the fact that I can say “I don’t know, I’m adopted”, mystery is sexy. I honestly feel that my presence is beautiful. In stores I get things for free. People see me waiting in line and they rush to serve me before anyone else. I exude self-confidence. I have that, it, factor. Everyone turns to look when I walk in a room. That (in my opinion) has very little to do with my outward appearance. In high school some girls called me the “black beauty queen”, because I carry myself like the world is my stage. I greet everyone with a smile. I acknowledge everyone’s existence. Yes, there are those Instagram models that are gorgeous. But, most of them only get attention for the assets that they bought and are now showing off. Whether it’s fake boobs, fake booties, fake hair, expensive cars, or handbags. All materialistic things. Don’t get me wrong, I love nice things, I love weave too. I love getting dressed up and going out but I don’t do it a lot. I also would never show off what I have. Sexy isn’t about showing everything. Being a lady isn’t about the fact that you have tits and ass. Knowing how to turn a man on isn’t taking your clothes off. Yes, I had to learn this to. I mean I always knew that I possessed this, but it’s so easy to take half naked pics for attention. I don’t do that anymore because I have realized that I don’t need to. I am intelligent and quick witted, that is enough.

That’s what my blog is going to be about. It’s going to be about using your brain to get ahead. It’s about my journey for independence and becoming the mother my kids need. It may be about love, but I’m not really looking for it. My appetite to succeed surpasses my sexual appetite right now, so we might get there but not anytime soon. My. Blog will be about humans. My blog will be about the lifestyle I’m hoping to obtain by writing. My blog will be about raising children. My blog will be about being alone, without being lonely. My blog will be about travel. My blog will be be about how a 26 year old loser with two kids, creates a successful blog and uses that success to start a business.

This post has run entirely too long and I left a lot of my life out (mainly the really sad parts). As we get to know each other you will learn more about me. This was just an introduction. Thanks for reading and feel free to ask any questions you may have!

Life 2015

Life? Everyone thinks life should be pretty. Like that skinny blonde girl, with a flat chest in high school. Sarah, She never had to try hard to be great at everything and all the boys wanted her. That isn’t life. Life is the fat girl, Tina, that plays tuba, who all the straight guys secretly wanted because she was the only girl in school with boobs and ass. Life is Amaya, the tall, rail thin, mixed girl with the thick  hair and thick eyebrows, who next year will be overseas fashion modeling, because she is beautiful. Life is the science nerd, Alex, who always has extra pencils and gives you one, because you lost yours throughout the day. Everyday. Life is Sarah’s parents who filed for divorce and can’t stand to be in the same room as each other, and she is alone every night listening to two people that were once in love scream “I hate you, this was the biggest mistake I’ve ever made!”.

Life is Sarah’s tears. Life is Tina’s curves. Life is Amaya’s beauty. Life is Alex’s generosity. Life will cause you pain. Life will have ins and outs and ups and downs. Life and all its ugliness is beautiful. Life will give you presents and secret messages. There is no magic equation to succeed. Money will never make life easier. There will be people that come in to destroy your livelihood. You may know others who’s life ended too soon. The only way to live is to feel it in every aspect. Love and love hard. Get hurt. Recover, and do it again. Meet someone who causes your body to subconsciously feel things you didn’t know you could feel. Use all your senses. Taste food you think you’ll hate. Close your eyes and hear things with a blind man’s ears. Don’t waste life by becoming numb to thinks that are out of your control.

Having kids sucks. But, it’s a good kind of suck. Like owning little hurricanes but you get to pick the names, not the weather guy. They are fascinating. How did nature do that? They cause you to slow down, but make life move so fast. The older you get the more you realize there are no constants in life.

Time is no longer a constant. It speeds up. In the blink of an eye you’ll be wondering what happened to last year. Next year will seem to come overnight. Life won’t get easier, you will just start to get more control of it, and it becomes more enjoyable.