Showing posts from March, 2011

San. Fran. Cisco

I'd like to think that San Francisco missed me while I was gone. Friends back home let me in on the weather situation almost daily: rain, gray, rain.

Well, now that I am back the tears have stopped and the sun is out to stay! (For a week at least, monumental.) The only problem with that is I am currently sitting inside a classroom. Me + Sunshine + Classroom is almost an unsolvable equation. I do realize that this Fashion Marketing class will be important for my career, and that knowing the significance of the product, promotion, price, and such will need to be embedded in my brain. But the trouble is, this class is at the Pier

A white room with white walls and seven large windows overlooks the ocean, and the pier busy with its clam chowder and souvenir shops, cameras and seals and tourists. This room full of young fashionable women eager to learn wouldn't be all that different without me in it, right? So although I will sit through the next three hours...yes, three...My mind i…


You touch my heart, every part.

Missing the Mark

Yesterday night was spent taking a long hard look at how often I miss the mark. Those times are magnified best when looking at my relationship. The phrase "those who love you most reveal the most about you" is tired...but I cannot overlook its truth.

My first post of all time was the mushy gush stuff about how much I love my hubby to be. Head over heels, can't believe he's mine, look at him and get butterflies; it's that kind of thing. Because I have this feeling (well, most of the time,) I often try to let him know just how much I love him through actions. I'd like to think i'm pretty creative, so this part of the relationship I so humbly think "I've got in the bag," that I love him so much that I have reached a point of knowing his needs and how to please him. God has a funny way of setting me straight sometimes. I was reminded of a very specific time that showed me head on "YOU CANNOT PLEASE ME."

I know it sounds harsh, but here i…
In this same way, husbands ought to love their wives as their own bodies. He who loves his wife loves himself. After all, no one hated his own body, but he feeds and cares for it, just as Christ does the church — for we are members of His body. For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and the two will become one flesh. This is a profound mystery-but I am talking about christ and the church. However, each one of you also must love his wife as he loves himself, and the wife must respect her husband. Ephesians 5:25-33 The book we are reading right now is called "Love and Respect." It sounds simple, but as we are learning, the book unlocks the keys to marriage the way God intended. Who knew I was so disrespectful?? We are going through this book chapter through chapter with Pastor, and former St. Louis Ram, Aaneas Williams and his incredible wife Tracey. Praise God for mentors! Although these sessions reveal some things that are painful to …
This time of month is always crazy because of mid-terms. If I focus on how much I have to do before tomorrow, my brain might explode. Needless to say, I don't have time for a full post. Just wanted to make sure you could sneak peek my past week!! 

Talk to you guys from Florida, I WILL MAKE IT THROUGH.

No Small Feat...

Sometimes I over hear people on the bus, sidewalk, TV, internet...saying they can't find shoes in their size. It usually goes something like this:
PERSON 1: Oh my goodness, I love your shoes. I'm so jealous, I want to kill myself shoe shopping because I wear a nine and a half. Seriousssllyy, you have no idea how hard it is!
PERSON 2: No, you have no idea. I wear an 8 so every time I go to buy a new pair of shoes, they are out of my size! It's so hard, person 1.  
If you are guilty of this, I still love you. But I'm going to let you in on a conversation that goes on in my head throughout this eavesdropping process:
Me: If only I could show them how hard it is to find shoes in a size 12. 
Yes, I wear a size 12 shoe. So before you complain, be grateful that your pedicured toes aren't the size of the box they come in. Being in fashion, I am reminded of the challenges my feet present on a daily basis. They have, however, become more of a trial in the past months as I hunt fo…
There are certain things I tell myself I am going to do over and over again...
...and then just tell myself it's a secret between us that we will never ever do it.

Those things include getting a teeny tiny tattoo of the Jesus Fish on my wrist, wearing this deep purple lipstick I bought two years ago (is that even sanitary anymore? Not quite sure...), Dyeing my hair a honey color and chopping my bangs, Ya know, the standard.

Lent brings that out in the worst way.

I was not even aware that lent begins tomorrow and now I have this overwhelmed, stressed feeling. I am making lists of what I would miss a little bit, but survive without (m &m's,, coffee...) And then I realized that giving things up for lent is a way to honor my Lord and Savior dying on the cross for me. A way to get somewhere near the unfathomable galaxy of the sacrifice of our Father giving up his only son, and Jesus taking the mockery, the pain and devastation of dying so that we may live. That vi…


I woke up this morning to truly the most magnificent sunrise I have seen in a long time. (Granted, it was the only sunrise I have seen in a long time, but I don’t want that to take away from its magnitude…)  I have spent the majority of the past week in Cancun. To most people that translates to glittery sombreros, Coco Bongo table dancing, and tequila shots poolside. The intention for this trip was this:
1. Witness my fiance’s dearest friend Marques, better known as “One-Five” get married to the lovely Lauren. Spending the week with this woman was such a blessing! She has perfect hair, the sweetest smile and the bangin’-est body you could imagine. I mean for real, this girl is a knockout! And she just happens to be a genuinely awesome person. So caring and loving, if I didn’t know better I wouldn’t be able to tell she was days away from her wedding! I love them so very much, the wedding was beautiful and i'm just lucky I got to witness it. She also has this awesome raspy voice that…


I didn't mean to do it.

I never meant it to happen this way.

I just woke up one day and two weeks had passed since my last blog post. I know, I am awful. I am ashamed. And I promised myself I wouldn't be that blogger, so I ask for your forgiveness on my knees, digging into this rough airport carpet. If I could choose one excuse, it would be just that. I have been on about seven planes in two weeks...just sayin'

I will update the "Dominica" portion of my life as soon as I land in Cancun!