Saturday, June 9, 2012

When do you feel beautiful?

My sister, Lauren (ladaisi) has passed this cute blog post idea along.  So I figured I should try it and pass it on to you, because let's face it... every girl has that day when she needs to feel beautiful. 
Quote: "So here's the challenge: rather than delving into the unhappy comparisons, 
why not keep a list of the things that make you feel beautiful?"
I feel beautiful:

1) When I'm held in Josh's arms, knowing I'm safe and loved.
2) When I'm at the beach, digging my feet in the sand and soaking up the sunshine.
3)  When it's very late at night, when no one else is there to see me... go figure.
4)  When I come out of the a movie in the theater... not sure why... maybe the lighting?
5)  When I buy something colorful and wear it for the first time.
6) When it's storming and I want to be in the rain, jumping in puddles... feeling the excitement.
7) When I take a nap after a shower, hair wet and all.
8) When my hair is particularly thick from going crazy in the wind (preferably beach wind).
9) When I finish a piece of art... and I like the way it turned out. 
10)When kids I have taken care of or babysat run up and hug me and tell me they love me.

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

When you're flying high take my heart along

The world is mine, he says. I love you forever, and I am yours, his lips say. I believe those ocean eyes, my darling.

Wednesday, January 4, 2012


It's a new year, and everything starts afresh. Makes me think of Anne, "tomorrow is a new day, with no mistakes in it... yet." So instead of taking the dreary approach that January is a month long Monday, I've decided to make the best of it. Family going home, icy cold weather and whatever else it may bring... like the mole we just found stuck in our pipes intercepting all water to our holding tank... it's going to be good.

"People are just as happy as they make up their minds to be" -Abraham Lincoln.

I've been asked several times if Santa was good to me this year. I'm assuming they mean gifts, but in reply I say, "yes, my whole family was here." I'm so thankful I had Christmas with all seven of my siblings, my brother-in-law, nephew, parents, grandpa and two aunts. It was a full house, but an amazingly blessed one at that. My siblings are my best friends, which makes it even harder when you have to say goodbye. There's the hopes in we'll all be living close by each other with our own families someday... somewhere along the south coast. But for now, whether they be two hours to halfway across the world from me, I just have to deal. And go visit them... Florida in (most likely) February, and Denmark in June. This year I am going to travel.

In the meantime... I have Josh to take care of me. I told you I would get to that man, didn't I? We've been together for almost six months now, and he's proven to be nothing short of amazing to me. The crazy thing is, I know it is only going to get better.

"Love gives you wings. It makes you fly. I don't even call it love. I call it Geronimo. When you're in love, you'll jump right from the top of the Empire State and you won't care, screaming "Geronimo" the whole way down." -Conspiracy Theory

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

When the morning comes

This was the first time we sang together. Josh said he was looking for a female vocalist, and he found me. We've come a long way since then. As of yesterday, our album, "When the Morning Comes" is now on iTunes, Spotify, Amazon, Pandora, Zune, Rhapsody and iHeart Radio. I know God has an amazing plan for this music, and it will go as far, and reach as many people as He wills. I am so blessed to be a part of it.

I'm crazy about this guy.

Josh Joseph Music

Saturday, September 3, 2011

A first

She pushed open the door and walked in, anticipating that crooked smile she loved. She found him downstairs behind the ping pong table messing with some stuff. Turning around he pulled her into a hug as if he had done it a million times before. He didn't let go. His hands slid up and down her back and sides making her feel as if it were her first time to be embraced by a man. He held so tight with so much feeling and curiosity. She was afraid to look back at him, afraid she would lose composure and kiss him. Trying to hide her fascination with the urge to touch his lips, she playfully rubbed her nose against his.

Wednesday, August 31, 2011


Goal of the day: make it to 7:30 pm.

I got to work at 10:30 am after drinking a rather large cup of coffee. So naturally, I have to pee. Coffee is a pee drug, and also a natural laxative which means if I don't have it that day I, most likely, will not poop. I told two male employees that a few days ago over a cup of coffee, and I think I may have shocked them. I love shocking people. They never see it coming from someone like me. I have no problem speaking of the body's daily activities, obviously. I get to work and it just so happens both of the bathrooms are blocked off. A water pipe busted early that morning. No water, no flushing, no relieving oneself. They said they were on top of it, but I think people just say that so others won't panic. The hair salon, subway and the deli had to close down. They ended up taking truck loads of employees to Nelson's Tractors down the road half the day until it was fixed.

Lunch: 3:00 pm.

I decided to go to lunch at McDonalds. There's a first. I have never left work to go to lunch I always eat in the break room. I don't like to eat out alone, I feel like I'm wasting money. Chris was there... he's a cashier I work with who was just offered a raise in the meat department. Goodbye Chris. So I had lunch with him. He's a funny guy. Red hair, plays banjo, goes to Waffle House every night, never stops talking... you know the type. I like him because he's not afraid to say whatever is on his mind, and it's obvious he cares for everyone he meets. I had a good lunch... felt like I got more of a break being away from work... I think I may have to do that more often so I don't feel like passing out the minute I get back on the floor.

Round 2.

The water pipe was fixed. No more customers frantically running around demanding to know why they can't go. As the day went on I began to wonder if there was something on my face or a sign on my back that read: "check me out". First it was a Smith. Patrick went through with his sister, and their nephew, as I found out. He kept waving and saying to call him thinking it was funny... Patrick told me he thought I was gorgeous. A tall black guy came through my line and asked for my number on his receipt. He came through a second time about an hour later and asked again. I told him I had a boyfriend and he refused to let that stop him so he said he'd come back the next day and wait by my car. Cassidy offered to walk me out last night, but I didn't think it possible he'd know which car was mine. If he's there tonight I am going to flip. A man probably nearly thirty made a comment on how I must get hit on a lot with how pretty I am. That's a pick up line if I ever heard one. I told him mostly by creepy old men. He found that hilarious and proceeded to ask me out.
"I have a boyfriend"
"Oh, he probably wouldn't like that, would he?"
"No, he wouldn't."
I love getting to say that.

Round 3.

The day is coming to an end. As usual, we hardly have any cashiers around seven and the lines are so far back you can't walk down the front isle. One of the last ladies I get has a buttload of wic... I almost made it through a day without doing a single wic transaction. She got the wrong milk, of course. (Warning: rant ahead) I don't mind doing wic as long as the customer has things in order and can show me their form and sign in a timely manner... that usually doesn't happen. I do, however, appreciate wic more than food stamps because with wic you can only purchase healthy food, and it only goes 'till the child is six... Whereas food stamps you can get whatever junk you want for as long as you want. I had a woman with three carts--THREE CARTS--of junk, absolutely nothing healthy, $500 on EBT. You can always tell which ones they are too... they're fat, their teeth are falling out, they smoke and they're rude like they don't appreciate the government taking our taxes to feed them junk so they can slowly kill themselves. Wow. Alright so I know some people really do need it and I am happy that there are programs like that to help them... I really am. But there's a difference between needing it, and abusing it.
I clocked out, but then I had to go find my boss. This week we're doing inventory... which means a million people come through the store and check prices---so all day today I will hear that annoying little "beep" their telezones make when they scan a barcode. My boss, or any of my bosses for that matter, are always running around the store and they're impossible to find, let alone talk to. So after chasing Jonathan around the store and the backroom where my creepy admirer old man told me I was looking good, ew, I gave up and wrote him a note... I need some days off for upcoming music events. What a long day.

And yes, Josh and I are dating now. We've been together for seven weeks. The night we came back from Ohio he said we should date.
"Well, are you going to ask me?"
"Not like we're in highschool, I won't... Will you be with me?"

Aside from still having no idea what I'm doing, I am happy.

Monday, April 25, 2011

But it's a musical!!!

"Whatever happened to chivalry? Does it only exist in 80's movies? I want John Cusack holding a boombox outside my window. I wanna ride off on a lawnmower with Patrick Dempsey. I want Jake from Sixteen Candles waiting outside the church for me. I want Judd Nelson thrusting his fist into the air because he knows he's got me. Just once I want my life to be like an 80's movie, preferably one with a really awesome musical number for no apparent reason. But no, no, John Hughes did not direct my life."
-Easy A.