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12 June

The 4-Wheel-Drive vs. The Bahamian Beach

Okay, so I haven't posted a blog for quite a while. 
 
This MUST be rectified.
 
I've been home for about 6 weeks now, and - other than the boredom @ times - I've been enjoying it.  The food, the family & the friends (not necessarily in that order!) have been great!  As you can see, I have posted a couple of new experiments (although I had no camera to record my cream cheese pizza...but that's for another blog), but I digress. 
 
(You'll see that I do that a lot.  It's a result of hanging out with random people.  As I digress again...)
 
To return from my digressed digression...last week Friday was Labour Day.  Being Bahamian and a student who hadn't been to the beach (and by "beach" I mean a place with soft white sand and clear, some-shade-of-light-blue water) in 5 months, of course I spent my holiday getting a tan (yes, I said TAN!) & enjoying good food & the beautiful pristine waters.  So there I was, talking to my good friend Shelley @ the water's edge, minding our own business in paradise, when lo & behold: an SUV nosed its way up over the sand further up the beach and started DRIVING DOWN TOWARD THE WATER!!! 
 
Now, for those of you who've never had the privilege of being on one of our beautuful beaches, the sand is NOT like the ones depicted in those SUV commercials, you know, the rugged "conquering-the-mountain-splashing-across-the-raging-river-stop-just-at-the-edge-of-the-cliff-panning-outwards-all-the-while-so-you-can-see-the-valley" commercials.  No no.  When you walk - or drive - in our sand, you sink.  If you're in a big vehicle, you sink DEEP. 
 
As these guys discovered.  The hard way.
 
Apparently, the driver's friend bet him that his 4WD couldn't drive in the sand.  Being the young Bahamian male that he was, he had to see for himself...even if it meant getting stuck in the sand for @ least 2 hours and needing the assitance of about 10 guys, 4 shovels, one very thick boat rope and a skillful pick-up truck driver to get out.
 
So, take heed.  Keep your vehicles out of our sand.  Ignore those friends that bet you to do otherwise.  And above all, DON'T drink & drive!!!
13 December

My Promise

Okay, so I've been promising to write this blog forEVER, and I'm warning you in advance: it WILL be of some duration.  This is my shout-out to my Acadia people, in partic, my RHBC, even MORE in partic, my RRHBC:
 
I love you guys.
 
There.  I said it.
 
For those of you who know me, that took a lot. But really, this has been a rough semester for me academically.  In every other way, it's been awesome.  God has just blessed me by surrounding me with such wonderful, beautiful, "special" people...it's amazing. 
 
Two of you guys are leaving us, one for a semester, and one for good.  I just want you guys to know that I'll really miss you both.  Momo, speak that Spanish like those Cubans have never heard it before and just keep smiling!  Reekie, just remember: yes you've got to be stro-ong. God will see you both through.  I pray His richest blessings upon your lives.
 
Meekie-meeks, girl you know God works miracles.  Just stay grounded.  You'll be back next semester, but I'll miss the random "girl-i-cooked-you-want-some?" phone calls .  I'll have to pull one of those when I get home!  Just stay safe, keep trusting in God.  Thanks just for being there, for sticking with me, for not knocking me when I crack my short jokes .  Much love you to from your RoJo (sometimes) girl.
 
Cyn, o Cynsation.  You KILL me dred!  Love your open nature, your ability to laugh @ yourself (albeit often), just your realness.  Don't change chica.  God will continue to bless you richly.  P.S. - Remember: BAH-rux
 
Patwice!  Girl you're another killer!  The fude, the random breakage-out-of-song-&-dance, the JAMMIN fude, the crashing ground, &, did i mention the FUDE???  Wow, such a cheerful soul, so real, so special, so you.  Much love to you from "the left side"  & the "other _____ person in the dept".
 
G, ahh my other big little brother G.  Yet another one that cracks me up!  And the even MORE random breakage-of into song & dance.  You should be a vaudeville star!  I mean who else knows ALL of the words to "L-O-V-E"???   Ne whoo, you've only been here a short time, but I can't remember Acadia w/out my brother now.  Don't worry about that Chem & Bio.  The grades will come.  Just keep being you, your random, song & dance self.  Blessings & love to you bro.
 
Afro-dite, KennyG: where do I START?!  Wow dred.  My Frosh Week partner from last year...Dee's grinning competitor...the setter-off-of-the-fire-alarms...wow.  I'll miss it all this Christmas.  Life is always deep, but through it all, you are just so joyful.  Even if you're hurting inside, you make me smile, & I'm so appreciative of that.  Just be strong chica.  God is with you & you always know where to find me .  Luv ya lots
 
Lexi-Lexard, gee I REALLY can't start w/you dred.  The cooking up in Barrax, the crashings, the snowball fights, wow, it's just been crazy.  But it's been good.  We'll miss the HQ next semester...but it's been a good one.  You're just so random & outspoken & just all that is Lex.  Stay who you are, stay true to the ones you love.  God will be with you through it ALL. 
 
Dee, oh Dee-niece .  Dunno where to begin - or end -  with you.  You've been there for me & I truly appreciate it.  You just have such a joyous spirit, & it's incredible to behold (sidebar: to much KJV).  God has blessed me in putting you in my life, and I thank Him daily for the blessing.  Just stay special, not too "special", but be you.  You're like a sis to me (you Rahmings & being family dred) & I love you for it.
 
Okay, lest I short my computer, I'll now post this blog.  To all of my ppl here, not just the (R)RHBC, I truly appreciate you.  I love you all & God bless .
 
P.S. - This is all the "sappiness" you will be getting out of me for a WHILE, so enjoy it while it's posted!
 
 
 
 
 
04 October

Worrying About Worrying

Interesting concept hey?  Let me explain.  I was feeling pretty down tonight/this morning, so I was talking to a friend of mine, just venting random, well, no-so-random-frustrations.  So the chica says something to me that's almost confusing: the more u fret the harder it will be cause on top of all of those other things...you gatta worry about being worried.  That of course caused me to pause, because I realised that that was EXACTLY what I had been doing!  Even more astonishing was what else she had to say:
 
...it occured to me that i being so disgusting to Jesus by worrying about things...cause i mean He suffered like no person has ever suffered before so that i don't have to worry...and here i am...just throwing away all of that...just so i could be selfish and worry about small things ...i felt bad...it cuts deep when u think about it too.  
 
WOW.  DEEP.  PROFOUND.
 
I thought about that and all I have to say now is this: thank God for Jesus and His suffering.  Because of what He went through, I can go through any trials and accomplish anything that is in His Will for me to accomplish; and not just accomplish it, but do so with excellence.  I speak that.  I'm headed to bed now, with a lighter heart, a focused mind and a refrain on my lips:
Nobody told me the road would be easy but I don't believe He's brought me this far to leave me
 
P.S. - Thank God for sensible-good-picture-sending-godly-advice-giving friends (cough Toy cough).
25 September

Joy

I've. Got.  Joy.  It's GREAT!!!  For about the past week, life has just been great.  Spending time with random people, doing random things, being truly blessed AND actually  getting work done!!!  Wow!  If that's not cause for joy I don't know what is.  God has been really good to me this week & like Jayson said in his sermon tonight, I just want to give God thanks.  He's given me both peace and joy, and crazy people to share that with (calling no names, cough Cyn, cough Kenny, cough Mo Tammy Dee).  But really, just wanted to post this give God thanks.  I'd also like to say that I'm glad that I was coerced, dragged, threatened into Judah.  The Judah girls are FABULOUS people.  I mean, how many people can u randomly decide to have a hair-rowing, movie-watching, chicken grilling, info-sharing night with???   Just thought I would share that....nacht ppl
13 September

Books

I know what I can do to make money: I'll write, or even PROOFREAD these ginormous HEIFERS of books that we have to buy for class.  Surely the exorbitant sums of money we pay for these things is making SOMEONE SOMEWHERE rich, or @ least comfortably well-off!!!  How much can paper & ink cost???  GRRR!!!! Just thought I would vent...
01 August

Another Fude Lover

I was randomly looking @ poems online, and the following one made me realise that I'm NOT the only one who truly enjoys food:
 
Indiscriminate Sestina
Of all my favorite chocolate
desserts, I like the ones draped in caramel
with pieces of chopped pecans,
slathered in air filled marshmallow,
sprinkled with emerald coconut,
making a perfect Irish torte.

This is not a court tort, but a torte
made of the good dark chocolate
sometimes used in cookies, like coconut
macaroons, with dollops of caramel,
the edges filled in bits of pecans.

My favorite ice cream is praline…pecans
placed between layers of rich torte,
covered in ooey, gooey marshmallow,
drizzled with homemade caramel,
adding steaming hot milk chocolate
syrup, with fresh, shredded coconut.

I like cream pies of grated coconut,
but best of all, those made with sliced pecans,
a cardinal sin filling of caramel
on a butter and brown sugar crushed shell torte,
then, around the plate, stepping-stones of chocolate
dotted with daubs of melted marshmallow.

In a jar, a can, or bag…a marshmallow
leads me to make fancy coconut
S’mores, covered in Belgian chocolate,
lying on a bed of hand picked slivered pecans,
cradling a raspberry cream cheese torte,
topped with figure eights of warm caramel.

Should one eat the caramel,
then wallow in the marshmallow,
or perhaps fall into the raspberry torte
sprinkled with shaved coconut,
surrounded by deluxe pecans,
dipped in hot thick fudgie chocolate…

The caramel and the coconut will stick between one’s teeth.
The marshmallow with pecans could crack a crown in two.
The torte…covered in lucious Godiva chocolate…will finish you.


Zona Lawrence

 

P.S. - they must be a Caribbean native, what with all that coconut being mentioned!!

Fragility

This morning I got up, had devotions with my family, got ready for church & then headed there.  My sis did pretty much the same thing.  When we arrived, I saw her standing outside on the phone.  At first, I started to think "This chica on this phone AGAIN?!", but as I got closer, I realised that something was wrong.  We hadn't even pulled in properly when she came over and told us that she had just found out that one of her friends might have died.  We pulled right back out and took her home & on the way, her mum called her to say that her friend had indeed died.  I felt so unspeakably grieved for her and for once, I was speechless.  What does one do then?
 
Her friend was only 18 years old.
 
That was hard even for me, because she was so young.  The only thing I could do was be thankful that my sis wasn't with her friend.  This made me appreciate life and all the other blessings God gives to me, not once in a while, or weekly, or even daily, but every minute.  I am still alive, I'm well, I have my family, I have my friends.  God is so good to us and often we take what He gives us for granted.  I just want to implore all of us to live each day as if it were our last - for God. 
 
We never know whether or not it will be us in that car that is in the fatal accident.  It could be us on that jetski  that runs out of gas.  We might end up in the wrong neighbourhood @ the wrong time.  Remember how fragile life is.  I'm not saying to cover yourself in bubble wrap (because it would be hot & on top of that you would have people poking you all day to burst the bubbles).  Enjoy life, but make sure you do it the right way.  I'm out.
20 July

God is my Clorox

After several  requests to explain my sign-in name, I followed a friend's advice & typed up this blog.  (If it's long, blame Jadeena
 
God is my Clorox
What exactly does this mean?  Okay, lets use an analogy.  Being a Christian is like being an all white outfit - not necessarily the fresh tennis shoes and do-rag, but hey if you want to...
 
Any whoo, let me return from my digression...right, the all white suit.  We all know how hard it is to keep a white outfit clean.  I mean even if you had Superman to fly you around all day (which would be quite cool by the way), and cover every place you sit with Saran Wrap, you would STILL manage to get dirt on you when the breeze blew in your direction. 
 
The dirt of course, represents the random things we run into in the world.  You pass a group of people and hear them cursing, not because you're listening, but because you were in earshot; you go channel surfing and find out that they don't do the blurry things anymore; you're waiting at a traffic light and some irate person attacks another; etc etc etc (believe me, i COULD go on, but I won't!)  Although we try to stay clean, we get tainted by the world.  But we're not supposed to stay that way.  At the end of the day -  and even throughout - we need to go get cleaned up.  That's where God comes in.  He cleanses us of any "dirt" we get on us, or rather, in our minds, as we walk on our journey.
 
So, to wrap up, we're to do our best to stay clean.  Although we might get a bit of dirt on us, make sure it doesn't sink in.  But when we do get dirty, remember: God is like Clorox, he gets rid of the stains.
 
 
12 July

New Kitchen Record

Yesterday, Bahamians enjoyed the Independence holiday in many ways.  Some shopped; some slept; some partied.  What did I do?  Did I shop? No.  Did I sleep? HECK no.  Did I party?  Sure .  Nope, I spent my holiday in my favourite room in the house: the kitchen.  From 3p.m. to 11p.m., there I remained.  Cleaning like there was no tomorrow, cooking to feed the 5,000, baking to feed another 1,000 -- that was my holiday.  But surprisingly (ok, not THAT surprisingly) I enjoyed it.  And besides I finally got to bake!!! YAY!!!  Ne whoo, just thought I would share.  Heading to bed for true now,
 
Ciao people
10 July

Glücklicher Geburtstag Bahamas!!!

GlücklicherGeburtstagBahamas!!!
 
Well, The Beautiful Commonwealth of The Bahamas is thirty-two years old today!  Woot!  Yes, that may be a little young compared to other nations, but we've come a long way.  This little archipelagic nation of about 300,000 is blessed in so many ways - economically, geographically, socially and most importantly, spiritually.  God has been good to us, and continues to be so.  I've enjoyed my native foods today, my crab and rice and mango (not together!!); the weather has been gorgeous, albeit a little hot; it's good to be here and celebrating. I hope we have many more years to come.
 
March on Bahamaland!
 
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