'til death do us part.

Having gone to two weddings in the past 10 days, I cannot help but think...

My friends are now approaching the age at which marriage is not uncommon, and is very much accepted, if not expected. I, in turn, am also nearing that age.

I am at a point in my life where growing old may soon become a reality, and no longer a fear.

People are building families; I want that. I want to be a part of a family in which I actively build so that I can put to rest the one in which I play a passive role in.

I want kids. I feel like the more I say it, the less likely I am to have any. But let it be known, that I love children. I see my co-workers' children grow, and hear about their antics each and every day, and it never ceases to amaze me what they are capable of and the joy they bring to their parents' lives.

Love is out there. I have no earthly idea what it is and what it feels like, but I have witnessed it in others.

Boom Tho.

I somehow managed to sprain my pinky while popping my knuckles. Grown-ups always tell you not to pop your knuckles because it could cause arthritis when you are older, but did they ever warn you about sprains? Fingers take forever to heal, too!

Having black friends sure does have its advantages. They keep you in the know and give you soul. How else would I know about the new Movement...Boom Tho!



How are you supposed to react when someone asks you, "Are you shrinking?" Mind you, this was not a friend or family member asking...but rather a customer. Maybe I have lost an inch or two. Do you really need to point it out?

Food makes me so happy. My latest homeade indulgence...



Congratulations to Cate and Brent - probably the purest couple to wed that I will ever know. The ceremony was beautiful, and I wish you two nothing but happiness for years to come.

Congratulations to the other happy couple that just wedded this weekend. The ceremony and reception were both gorgeous. The crab cakes were delicious, and the open bar was the shit.

Hurray for Whitney - America's Next Top Model Winner:



I found my first gray hair. I was, and still am, devastated.

How many pairs of basketball shorts can one girl own? Apparently not too many, as I just purchased three more this past weekend. I could not help it - the Nike outlet had a sale!

I do not mean to always play devil's advocate; it just seems to always play out that way.