DELILAH DIOR DOMINICA

That right there is the main road to our neighborhood. As for me, I have been absent! So absent, but I won't pretend, you guys are used to this by now. I have come to accept that I am terrible at multitasking. My husband tells me this daily, but the pride in me thinks of how women are notorious for being fantastic multitaskers. I am woman, I am fantastic!   But not really. Whenever I multitask, the thing I am less excited about gets the shaft and comes out mangly and half-way correct. Example : listening to the reasons we should make sure the sellers/current home owners re-route a pipe in the laundry room because of its close proximity to the sink...vs. thinking about my wonderful sale hunting at Tyson's Corner. Needless to say, after following mr. inspector man around our new home for f-i-v-e hours, I had to re-read the home inspection three times.  Today was a case of multitasking failure in its full glory: anything vs. our wedding highlight video. Anything and...

Life has been so extremely fast lately. Especially with whispers of the lockout lifting soon, we have pushed ourselves into high speed. My summer school is also accelerated to twice the speed of a regular semester, and my three professors are taking no prisoners. We put the St. Louis house up for rent at the start of this week, and are packing up and getting out of here before the end of next week. Also, we have not yet found the home for our next six months. Yesterday, I made the mistake of taking new vitamins in the morning to add to the strange amounts of stress and spazz. Thankfully, only my husband had to witness that display. L u c k i l y, our Atogwe verse for the week is Psalm 29:11, an enormous wave of comfort, The Lord gives strength to His people, The Lord blesses his people with peac e.  Peace is my favorite word in the dictionary.  So in these past couple hours, my therapy was chopping up a huge slab of meat for carnitas, letting it simmer, t...

For my English Composition: Creative Persuasion and Argument class, I had to write a compelling essay using the Evaluation Arguments technique. I chose the topic of the harsh admissions world of Elite Colleges. Paragraph after paragraph I wrote the statistics of higher numbers of high school graduates than ever, the statistics of Harvard and MIT and Stanford dropping to admissions rates as low as 7%, the importance of those little "ethnicity" boxes, and the worst of them all-the legacy students .  The Chronicle of Higher Education writes " A researcher at Harvard University recently examined the impact of legacy status at 30 highly selective colleges and concluded that, all other things being equal, legacy applicants got a 23.3-percentage-point increase in their probability of admission. If the applicants' connection was a parent who attended the college as an undergraduate, a "primary legacy," the increase was 45.1-percentage points."  In oth...

Everybody take a big deep breath....hold it....hold it....okay, breathe out.  That feeling you have right now is how I will feel for two weeks, self imposed relaxation. Why? Because after nearly two months of living out of a suitcases, eating way too expensive room service, and not being in the same city for more than a week at a time, this two weeks (or more) in St. Louis is a dream come true.  As designated hotel and flight booker, I have become designated travel money-saver. I have noticed that usually, the 7am flights are 100 dollars cheaper than the charismatic, approachable, and very sexy 9am flights. My husband and I don't discriminate- we tend to snatch up the leftovers with a smile. Whenever 4am rolls around on departure day, and we have usually had an hour and a half of sleep, I promise myself I will sooner cut off my fingers than let them confirm another 7am online booking. Yet I continue to do it. This 7am flight, however, led to the beauty th...

She won't remember the pollen in her nose, or the spiky berries under her foot in the basket... but she will remember how loved she has been from the start, and how beautiful her mommy is.

Happy fourth of July! This is a new kind of fourth for me.  No big party, no hot dogs or red velvet cake, none of my uncle's illegal fireworks... Instead, I am in a hotel room. In Washington D.C. I am doing online homework and my husband is catching up on much needed sleep. I guess it's only fair that I don't get my fireworks, because he spent Canada day in Minnesota without his Riverwalk, fireworks, or special bag of doughnuts.  We may not have our traditions, but we do have each other, and our freedom. Our nation is lost, but not forgotten. God Bless America ! images from coco + kelley

1 Peter 3:1 In the same way, you wives, be submissive to your own husbands so that even if any of them are disobedient to the word, they may be won without a word by the behavior of their wives.. 3 And let not your adornment be merely external —braiding the hair, and wearing gold jewelry, or putting on dresses; 4 but let it be the hidden person of the heart, with the imperishable quality of a gentle and quiet spirit , which is preciou s in the sight of God.  In month 1+ of marriage, I am still somehow shocked at how much God has entrusted to us, and in turn, how much he calls out of us in marriage. I don't even recognize how much I fall short sometimes. This verse reminds me quickly where my goals must lie. I can say with a little shame but 'eye on the prize' mentality that I wouldn't consider myself a woman with a gentle or quiet spirit, but I am aiming for it daily. Some days I hit the seventh ring of the target, some days I miss the board completely. But I do kn...