Magic Slippaz...

While perusing through Arundel Mills with my girlfriend and her momma, we fell into a shoe store. I was helping her momma find some sneakers, when I noticed my girlfriend checking out some casual shoes.

Please note that ALL of her casual shoes look exactly the same. Lol.

I walked over to see what she had her eyes on...

What did I discover?

Yet another pair of shoes that looked the exact same as her other shoes! They were cute, but dayum.

But wala...what did I see in her other hand? A pair of shoes that definitely didn't look like any of the shoes SHE owned. So I asked, "what are those". She said, "I was thinking of gettin these instead". "Oh my", I thought to myself. Not only were these she's far from her style, they were VERY far from her style.

Sidenote: I actually thought that the shoes were fugly, BUT I realized that my girlfriend was trying to step away from genderless shoewear.

The shoes looked like patent leather slippers. So, after I realized that she was secretly trying to go for something new, I decided to delicately recommend cuter shoes of the same style. But of course they didn't have her size in any of the ones that I picked out.

I was in one of those situations where things could go terribly wrong if I uttered the wrong thing. She almost seemed a little insecure about her selection. Luckily I paid close attention to sensitive nature of this situation. Actually, I believe that it was more disbelief than anything for me. I was actually quite proud of her for trying something new!

I told her to try them on...and I was still in shock that she picked out these magical slippers all on her own.

Moving on...after we settled in at home, I gently stuck my foot in her shoe to gain a different perspective. And I saw that the magical slippers weren't fugly after all, they were kinda cute. And will be even cuter on my baby.

Magic slippers today. What will tomorrow bring? Cleavage in a cute summer tank?!

Humm...

Much Required...

It seems like every time I stand up and fight for my individual rights, pursue my goals, or take a stand, it all just blows up in my face.

I can't help it, I'm a principle person. Especially in the occupation field. I consider myself a person who is always up for doing my best, especially when I'm being relied on. In the work world I can't and don't take much sht, and why should I.

I now think that if I had less pride, less self worth, less ambition, I would be alot further along. To me, those 3 things have held me back and placed me in such odd situations.

I pray that all of my experiences make sense to me one day. And I always dreamt of speaking to the youth or other individuals who feel like giving up and telling my story. But telling it with a pot of gold at the end. Telling them they hey, if I did it, then they could too.

But I don't have any gold...yet.

I just keep getting the biggest wad of "hard dck and bubble gum".

I mean...I already know that I'm going to be a success, but not without strife. Strife that I once deemed unfair. Now I just consider it as apart of my genetic makeup.

Man, I'm just plain ol' tired. That's all.

I have picked up this quote that is now so dear to me now..."To whom much is given, much is required".

Because I feel that life is requiring SO much of me, I simultaneously believe that much is and will be given. That belief is solely supported by hope, which isn't too bad, because without that what do you have anyway...

Cococay...

Happy New Year all!

What a beautiful day it is!
I still feel the need to say that, despite the severe case of acid reflux I had this morning and it being 3.5 degrees outside.

Internally, I am in a great, blessed, chipper mood.
In really life, I'm just a walking zombie.

Either way, here I am.

I just came from my cruise to the Bahamas and Florida.
South Beach ripped me off once again.
I tell you, there is something about that place that gobbles money.

Now... this cruise was suppose to take me to the beauties of the Bahamas, so can someone tell me how I ended up on some made up island, by the name of Cococay, allegedly owned by the Cruise people. So as I kayaked through shallow waters around Cococay, I made it back to shore just in time to eat what little food was left over and truck it back to the ship before departure. So there was no sun bathing for me, just sweat and tears as I rowed for two.

I was somewhat pressed to show of my new tattoo and my old ones for that matter, because they are typically covered. I was especially excited about my new found love for my Lotus flower which is cute to me now, *giggle*. I even rushed to get the Lotus a week earlier so that it would be healed in time for my trip. So after the beach opportunity was missed on the made up island of Cococay, I aimed for exposure in Key West. Negative. Did not happen. Number one we could NOT find the beach! Number two, it must suck because I don't know anyone who COULD findthe beach. So I ended up sweating AGAIN in the sun as I searched for this beach. But at the end of the day, I did manage to find a cute sweater, shirt and socks. Yay... *mute*

But all and all the trip was fun and nice. I spent more than enough quality time with my extended family. Which at this point I feel pretty comfortable calling them that. I had a break from the "real world". So I truly enjoyed myself. Yay! I may upload a few pics, after I develop my disposable camera, lol.

P.S.- I will be getting a real camera this year, it's apart of my New Year resolutions.

So I am back to reality and starting my New year with peace, and I hope you are as well.