Looks Like Love!

I have a problem. I can't say No.  I find it hard to say No to something specifically, something that even though I despise it to my core, I end up saying "Yes" or "Ok" to it and end up feeling deflated when it doesn't pan out. Everyone has something like this, a vice that you tried to ignore.  Vices (everyone has them) The yummy soft Kiss Cake that'll make you fat, eventually. After about twenty. But who's counting.  That Internet site with super addictive games, that chocolate bar.. the list goes on. Things like these are self sabotaging. You do them, beat yourself up, vow to learn from the mistake and fall right back into it. (or is it just me? 😁) What I can't say No to is RFQs for wrought Iron. Burglar bars et al.  That's it?! WOW and here you were thinking it was something serious like solving world hunger or eliminating poverty. (shut up Ghandi) Wrought Iron is my nemesis. Requests pop out of no w...

It's been a while since either of us blogged, as it has been an interesting few weeks for us (future post!) However, some things have been developing in the world have me kerfluffle. 1) Today. the Boy Scouts of America (key word BOY) made a board level decision to allow girls to enter the ranks all the way up to Eagle scout. Huh??  Even the Girl Scouts Association is against it. Hmm Spineless decision 2)  Instead of companies pushing out random pictures of models enjoying/using/tasting your products on social media, why not provide excellent customer service and handle complaints in a caring empathic way. After all  Good/ Bad/ neutral Customer service is free marketing. Which one would your company prefer? 3) I believe we are in an era where this is the norm. Men need respect, women need love. Men feel disrespected by women, verbal, emotional and physical abuse are some of the outcomes. Women feel unloved which leads to the same outcomes. Understanding the cycl...

Let me confess a few things now. I no longer smoke, use abusive language, cheat, lie nor leave the toilet seat down. Wow, I was indeed a mess, and by no means a saint before 2005. Looking back on my life, never would I have guessed that a man would see passed all my flaws and see beauty and brains. It was something I did long for desperately, but did I believe it was possible in my lifetime? Maybe not, but it did happen. Today, I stumbled on our wedding photos and video. It was the last captured moment of my family with my aunt still alive. Kavan and I were married November 26th 2016 and my aunt died a few months after that. We went from extreme happiness to extreme grief and found out early what our marriage was made of, and if we would be able to cope with the ups and downs of the relationship. This sure #LooksLikeLove to me...

*I sought permission from my husband to publish this article strictly due to the content and deep level of honesty which I am about to share.* If not for the love and grace of God I would be dead today--->Diosa "Youuuu, you have a big nose dread..." said the stranger to me, as he passed by the vehicle my son and I were in waiting for my husband to finish his shift at work. He wore the uniform my husband wears, so my first thought was to ask Kavan who he was. This man had no front teeth, gums ablaze...shoot he reminded me of Malik a well-known character on the soca scene here in Barbados. He sure was not as cool as Malik though, and I do not think Malik would go around the place insulting women just for the hell of it. Then again, I do not know Malik personally, so let me not make such a statement. *pretend that I deleted the line about Malik* I told Kavan about the encounter immediately upon reaching the vehicle. He told me he knew who the guy was and not to be c...

No recent photos of smiling faces, only albums of drool and gummy smiles. No new dinner reservations or fun couples' outings. Since our last post, WOW, some 375 days, 21hrs and 53mins ago, we had a major transition. From a newly wedded couple, full of excitement and promise, to parents of not just one, but now two wonderful sons. This baby had a purpose before we even knew he was here. From the daily morning sickness routine, we are proud to call Liam Amari Khalfani Jackman ours. We are both learning as we go, me more-so than ever before. One would like to think that being a second-time mom would mean experience and some level of expert knowledge, but it seems only changing diapers and breastfeeding remained on the server of my mind-drive. I am learning this thing all over again. I find myself sitting and asking myself how my first son survived me as his mother for 9 years...but the only answer I get is God and His ever abounding grace. No one can convince me otherwise of...

What's on my mind ? I'm glad you all are reading this, because you're in for a treat. If a dentist makes money off of people with bad teeth, why would I use toothpaste 4 out of 5 recommend? Would really like to hear what that one dude is going to say.... That's my comic relief for the night.