MERRY BELATED CHRISTMAS!!!!!

I can ALWAYS count on Christmas to be an interesting time of year with my fam...and this year did not disappoint me in the least bit. The bomb that got dropped on me this year, was the fact that my daddy is engaged to be married. Now I could see if the proposal was actually on Christmas day...BUT come to find out, he and Michelle (his fiance') actually have been engaged for some time now. They just decided to break the news to my brother, aunt, and myself on Christmas because you can ALWAYS count on us to tell you exactly how we feel when the three of us are together. After I got over the initial shock (because anyone who knows me, knows that I am THE biggest daddy's girl EVER), I was ok, because I realized I'll have a real live little sister for the first time ever. And she's 15, so she's old enough to actually do stuff without getting on my freaking nerves. My dad also bought all of these heart necklaces for the four of us (me, my aunt, his fiance', and her daughter), because he said we were all a part of his heart.

Other than that, Christmas was wonderful. I got to see ALL of my fam...and I ate like I was a starving child. I went to the movies with my dad's people, and I hustled them for 25 bucks playing cards. On top of my other cash winnings (aka Christmas gifts) I think I did pretty well this year. I've also gotten to spend time with my kid baby sis whom I love to death. Just sitting at home chilling with her makes me remember why I love being in home in Texas around my friends...plus her mom has been cooking us bomb ass meals in which she insists that I leave looking like a butterball every night.


***me and my sissy (yes I'm older BUT smaller)

Oh yeah...my Christmas wish will be here on New Year's Eve (better late than never). I really have no plans for when he's here other than to sit and look at each other, but I guess my daddy will really get to see how it feels to have another man share a piece of my heart. Ha!

Thank GOD I'm home...

In the past four months, I can't remember a time where I have been as happy as I am. I've been in hog heaven since I made it back to Texas. From the 75degree weather to being in the company of my wonderful family and friends, I have had a constant smile pasted on my face for the past 7 days. However with all this amazing-ness that has been my life for the past week, I totally feel like something is missing...ok I don't feel, I KNOW! It's HIM...my boo...my love...I miss him so much and if I could have anything for Christmas this year...it would be to have him in my presence (plus I'd love for him to meet the fam). I miss him so much and I never thought I'd get like this..but I am and I can't help it...

Anywho...back to the wonderfulness that I call TEXAS. I think I've slept more in the past week than I have in the last month. I sleep in EVERYDAY, and then take a 2hour nap like clockwork. I've hung out with all of my best friends except Kim (who is coming in town TODAY...woohoo!!!). We've done happy hour and dinner. I've have my Mexican food craving satisfied (b/c Massachusetts Mexican food is dry rice w/NO seasoning). I've worn shorts outside...walked around with no jacket. AND there is sun so if I choose to tan and get some color back in my life I have every opportunity to do so. I have a date with my daddy for the first time in months...and I'm so excited! Right now my life is wonderful...I finished all my school work, took my level one certification class, and have eaten some wonderful southern food...all that's missing is him (and hopefully Santa will make my Christmas wish come true :-D)

it's been a whirlwind...

I'm in the last stretch of my first semester of grad school...and the last few weeks have been mad crazy. I've gotten in the habit of not sleeping at all OR sleeping way too much. So let's recap since I came back from the big apple.

Thanksgiving was great!!! I was able to spend it with the boo...and a few friends in my grad program. That week was also the beginning of mad crazy birthday time (Toy - Nov 26; my boo - Nov 30; Britt - Dec 1; Kim - Dec 2; Des - Dec 16). I've pretty much come to the realization that if you are not a Sagittarius, you will truly never be one of my best friends lol. I was so proud of myself that I've done well in picking out gifts this year. I'm really bad at shopping for people other than myself...but so far so good.


**Thanksgiving dinner


***me and my love <3

I've had a butt load of work to do...and I've totally become the BIGGEST procrastinator in the world. But it'll all get done in time. All I have left is a presentation on cybersport and body (super cool topic if anyone wants to chat about it), 3 papers, a DVD project, 10 lesson plans, and 3 weeks worth of workouts to write for my team...all of this must be done by Friday, Dec 12...which btw, is the day I'M COMING BACK TO HOUSTON...woohoo!!!!!!

I am now officially christened a NCAA track and field coach. We had our first meet this past Saturday. Switching from Division I to Division III will be the biggest adjustment. I can't really give an overall reflection of the meet because my thoughts are all over the place. There were some highs...and some things we definitely need to work on. I guess I'll leave it at that.

Also...we had our first OFFICIAL DAY OF SNOW. I thought I'd make it back to Texas before it would really snow...however, the weather had different plans. It wasn't too major, but I was super freaked out driving in the snow for the first time. I did survive...but I know it will only be downhill from here for the next 4 months (boo!).


***they do an amazing job of keeping the roads clear...


That's the brief version of what has happened the last few weeks. I can't wait to go home in 4 days...pray for my sanity until then :-P

New York...New York

I had THE most fabulous weekend ever! I didn't realize how much I missed my girls until I made it back to Mass with the hugest smile on my face. I surprised the heck out of Toy (which was my overall objective)...got to spend 2 nights being an honorary roommate with Shardizzle [and Beth]...and was able to enjoy a REAL night life for the first time since I moved out here. It was almost as if nothing had changed from our partying days back in the "H."

I just wanted to send a shout out to my 'lovelies' and thank them for giving me a bit of happiness so that I can survive the next 3 weeks before I go back home for Christmas break (where we will in fact party it up all over again). The last week was by far the worst week I've had in forever. I can't remember the last time I cried so much...and initially I had no idea why I was even crying. I later figured it was merely homesickness, but seeing my girls brought great joy to my life...even if it was only for a mere 2 days.

Oh yeah...big ups to my lil bro who is doing it big in the Ailey program. If anyone wants to fund another trip to NYC in early December that would be great so that I can finally see him perform live in New York. (hint hint)

flying V

When I was a kid, one of my favorite movies was Mighty Ducks. I loved the whole concept of the "flying V" attack when they were about to score a goal...and for the first time in my life I saw a REAL FLYING V!!!!! I kept hearing these loud annoying birds when we were at the track and then they flew over us and were so massive. I knew they were regular crows or black birds that we have in Texas so I asked the head coach and she said they were geese. I started jumping up and down and was so excited. It was AMAZING! They were moving to fast so I couldn't get a picture...but I guess it's true that geese really do fly south for the winter. Now my question is, where exactly do they go...because I've never actually seen geese in Texas, so I'm assuming they don't fly that far south.

T-E-A-M

Yesterday I worked the swim meet - yeah, I know...I'm a track coach. However, I'm a struggling grad student...and I gotta make ends meet some way some how. So anywho...this was the 1st swim meet I've ever attended and while I'm not a fan of being so close to the pool and getting splashed every time someone jumped in, I had a really good time.

The one thing that stood out to me above all was that Smith women competed as a TEAM in what many people would consider an individual sport. Everyone cheered for each other, even if the last place person was a cool 4 laps behind the second to last place person. No matter what place you came in, the coach provided words of wisdom and made each woman feel like she had won the race. For me this was huge because coming from track (which is also considered an individual sport), this type of treatment is not always observed. Back at Rice, it was not a requirement to attend the entire meet. In fact it was somewhat discouraged in that you only needed to show up 1 1/2 hours before your event. For me this always meant I got to see the whole meet because long jump is almost always the first field event. But the majority of my teammates never once saw me compete. I wonder how much better might I have been had I had someone cheering for me on the sidelines. I don't think people realize how you can receive a sudden burst of energy when you hear someone scream your name....or just simply show they care by making themselves visible.

I truly value the idea of a TEAM, and I wish I could instill that into every athlete I know. I was really moved to see a girl who might not be up to standard to compete at the collegiate level, get out of the pool with a smile on her face because she knew that as long as she gave it her best...she had 100% of her TEAM behind her. I can only hope that one day my team will have that same support system.

random ramblings...

Have you ever been so excited about something and wanted to relay your experience and then once you find someone that you hope would share in your sentiment, you immediately feel shot down? Yeah...that's pretty much how I feel right now. It was a quite simple idea that I wanted to share, but it was clear to me that the other person didn't quite have the same feelings as I did. It really kinda hurt my heart...more so that I think it should, especially because it is not a personal experience but simply something that I witnessed and was moved by.

This makes me wonder if I should just keep my thoughts to myself...but then that would be defeating the purpose of enhancing my communication skills. However in the same right, if I'm going to feel like what I might say may not matter to anyone else, then just why should I say it?

How I feel right now is a feeling that I know I often give to others. Sometimes I'm so disinterested, that I have the most indifferent attitude about things...which I know makes people wonder why they even come talk to me about stuff. So I guess before I get all upset about my feelings, I should consider how I make others feel when I'm really just not that interested in what they have to say.

***This post just turned into a total ramble...but sometimes when I don't have anyone to talk to, I have to write to get things off of my mind. At least on here I don't have to worry about the computer showing emotion to what I have to say. (lol)

INSPIRED...

So this past Thursday we had another day out of class...I have to say I love these random holidays that Smith gives its students - First mountain day and now Otelia Cromwell Day. Mountain day is merely some random day when the president decides that the weather is beautiful and all the girls should go into the mountains and play...although this year the weather sucked. Otelia Cromwell day is a celebration of the first African American graduate of Smith College. This year we had a host of events - a panel speaking covering the topic "Dialogue across Culture" with two amazing women, Majora Carter and Luma Mufleh, and some other topic speakers such as "understanding white privilege." I had the pleasure of attending the panel speaking and although I have heard the story of Luma Mufleh many times before throughout class this semester, I was even more inspired seeing her in person both in the panel and in class for a more intimate discussion this morning. Her story is amazing.




After meeting her today I realized that she is truly a phenomenal woman. She is humble in character, and she believes in everything she does. As a coach, I admire her and I aspire to have the impact on just one person's life as she has in the lives of all her athletes. In my philosophy and ethics class we had to write what we considered our personal coaching philosophy to be. I thought I would attach an excerpt from what I wrote:

"When I think of myself as a coach, I envision myself being a mentor, teacher, role model and friend to each and every one of my athletes. Coaching is more than just being a leader of a team. To me it is developing the whole athlete both on and off the court. It is helping and teaching the athlete the rules of the sport as well as in life. I look to be an inspiration to my athletes and not someone who simply acts as a dictator everyday. I want to be able to provide hope that with hard work and belief in oneself, most anything can happen. It is not always about having the most talent, but sometimes about having the biggest heart and the want to achieve greatness. I love my sport and I want to share that love with my athletes. I am in this to teach what I know to make my athletes the best that they can be."

In the coming years my philosophy may change but this is what I stand by now. Just as Luma has inspired her kids as well as myself, I want to have that impact on others. I guess it's safe to say I want to change the world...so I'll start one person at a time and I'll use the one thing that has been a constant in my life since as far back as I can remember...track and field.

please DON'T call me coach...simply Lacee' will do

So THIS is my first picture as an official coach. YES I look like a total loser...YES I am extremely bundled up...and YES I am sitting instead of studiously standing and paying attention. However, in my defense, it was a whooping 30 something degrees outside that day. It took the 25min drive home, and 15min in the shower for my toes to finally come back to life. I was sitting because I had already been at practice for a cool 2 hours by the time this picture had been taken. I come out early EVERYDAY to accommodate one of my athlete's work schedule so I'm typically at the track for at least 3 hours everyday (well longer than any other person - be it athlete/coach on the team)...and I'm sorry but I DO NOT work in customer service so I have to get used to this standing on my feet shenanigans.

One week of practice down, and I am soooo incredibly happy that I picked this profession. I'm in love ALREADY. I look forward to practice EVERYDAY and so far I have left each day with a smile on my face. My team, contrary to what I came into the season believing, has a level of discipline that I never expected. They are just as dedicated to improvement as any scholarship athlete and I absolutely love to see that they are willing to work to be the best that their abilities allow. Needless to say...I think I've found where my true passion in life lies. I miss competing like crazy, but I love being able to make a difference in other people's lives. Maybe one day I'll be able to find a nice balance between the two...only time will tell.

It's official!!!!!

After 3 days of practice I can say that I am officially a COACH. For the past 6 weeks I have been doing miscellaneous coaching duties, but this past Monday was our first official day of practice. I think I was more excited than my kids were. I was also extremely nervous because the girls have had suggested workouts for the past 6 weeks of which I had no control over them actually doing them or not. My head coach basically made a statement that we would see just how effective my workouts had been for them...so I was praying to God that they would make me look good seeing as how my preseason workout was miles away from what previous years workouts had been. But they made me look good...and after 3 days of practice, I see so much potential in many of my girls. Because Division III does not have scholarship athletes, I have double duty in making them high quality athletes as well as keeping them interested in the sport enough to not quit. So needless to say I definitely have my work cut out for me.

3 days into my first season as a coach I have learned so much about myself already. I have a ton of things to work on as far as my 'teaching' skills. For me explanations are hard to convey to my athletes. I can demonstrate with the best of them, but when I'm 50 there is no way I'm still going to be able to get my lean-mean-granny-machine body over a hurdle. So one of my main goals is to be able to convey my thoughts without using physical motion to demonstrate. I'll definitely let you know how that works out.

Overall I love my girls...I have a host of personalities on the team (lots of positive energy, some humor, some go-gettas, and even a tad bit of attitude). But with all of their differences, they all stand out to me individually ALREADY. Each of them is special to me. 3 days into this coaching thing...I've left every practice with a smile...and honestly I couldn't have asked for anything more.

***I have my first official 'coaching' pic...well actually it's more along the lines of sitting bundled up after being at the track for 2 hours in 35 deg weather. I'll put it up soon.

stuck inside myself

When I was younger, and highly interested in psychology, I thought being either a clinical psychologist or a sports psychologist would be the most amazing-est of jobs. I feel like I am awesome in helping other people with their problems. I mean I love to give my point of view on things and try to rationalize why things are the way they are. And while I'm so wonderful at being a great 'friend' to others, I can't for the life of me express my own dang feelings. I tend to be better when I have to write things out (which is probably why I resorted to poetry when I was in high school), and even in text messages I can somewhat hold a semi-important conversation. But when it comes to verbal feedback...I'm the absolute worse. It's like my words get caught in space and never actually make it out of my mouth. I never really know what I'm going to say to begin with, and then I become a mute. I promise I don't mean to, but for the last 22+ years the way I've dealt with conflict is to avoid it, or to pretend it never happened in hopes that it would go away. But now I'm making a public vow to get my act together. This will definitely not be an overnight occurrence, but I want to get better. A few weeks ago we had a guest speaker in my Leadership class and we played a game that dealt with conflict/resolution. It was the first time I publicly acknowledged that I run from my problems/feelings but it wasn't until today that I realized how detrimental it can be not only in my profession, but in my personal life as well. I've been blessed with wonderful friends, family, and a significant other that surround me - and I want to make sure that they stay there. So I guess I'll take the advice of my bestest and 'woman-up' and face my fears/problems/emotions. I've got to learn to be a big girl and speak how I feel...but I'm not sure where to start when I've spent my entire life keeping everything bottled up inside...

just a thought

Today I had this wonderfully amazing day...well actually nothing special happened but I went to bed in a great mood and I woke up in an even better mood. School or work wasn't any different from usual, and I even got a really good work out in. BUT the entire day it felt like something was missing...like something just wasn't all the way right despite my wonderful mood. As the day waned on, I began to realize that it all revolved around the great weekend I had. I got to spend 4 days with one of my best friends...and for a split second I tricked myself into thinking that life for me had not changed since I moved here. In Houston, I was ALWAYS surrounded by my friends - whether it be class, practice, work, or just chillin' at the house. Now I'm ALWAYS super lonely. I mean I can call them pretty much whenever, and they along with my family and boyfriend are amazingly supportive...but that still doesn't change the fact that everyday I come home to an empty apartment. No one is waiting for me...but I guess that's a decision I made for myself. I could have easily stayed in Houston...but I wanted to branch out and make myself "grow up" a bit...and so I am. But even as I mature, that will never take away the notion that I miss them soooooo much. I can't wait for Christmas break...it's less than 2 months now :-)

Here are a few pics from my weekend with Britt:

What I Love/Hate about Massachusetts...so far anyway

It's been about 2 months since I moved to what I like to call the "frozen tundra," and I think many people are very surprised I haven't been complaining about how I'm ready to go home just yet. I must say I have had some bad days thus far...but I have also had some really great days so I guess they balance each other out. Since I've been here for a decent amount of time now, I think it's fair that I can make judgement on what I like/dislike about the area as a whole.

I absolutely LOVE:
-that gas is quite cheaper here than in Houston (the sign says 2.99 in case it's not super clear)...and I've seen cheaper

-the eclectic-ness of Northampton...basically anything goes...and when I say anything I really mean ANYTHING
-the essence of 4 seasons...I'm pretty sure when winter rolls around I'm going to hate it with a passion but right now fall foliage has a special place in my heart. It is absolutely stunning to say the least.
-that Massachusetts is a democratic state...Obama fa ya mama! I kinda feel like my vote will actually count this go round.
-my cozy apartment...and by cozy I mean it's a 2x2 box BUT it's mine...ALL MINE.
-that you can run red lights...and don't have to worry about the state of Massachusetts mailing you some 75 dollar ticket with a picture of your license plate.
-being a grad student (well this can go on the HATE list as well when it comes to some class days). I'm truly living the life because my day is over at 2pm EVERYDAY (well until practice starts in a few weeks)...and that's only because I chose to take a job so that I wouldn't have so much free time on my hands.
-being a coach...I'm still adjusting to this DIII thing...but I'm pretty sure coaching is what I want to spend the rest of my life doing.
-being able to drive for 20min and pass through about 5 towns...absolutely no joke. (i.e., on the way to school--Granby, South Hadley, Chicopee, Easthampton, Northampton)
-that I will actually be able to wear my uggs more than twice this year
-that I have so much 'ME' time...I guess I'll have my life figured out some time within the next 2 years



I HATE:
-that newscasters are soooo NOT cute. How in the heck are you supposed to be on TV everyday and your face is definitely one that should be on the radio.
-this eastern time zone crap...I look to begin watching my TV shows at 7pm...NOT 8pm. It's dang near midnight before I can tear myself away from couch for fear of missing one of my precious shows
-the lack of ethnic places to go (i.e. hair salons, restaurants, clubs/bars,...did I mention hair salons?)
-the lack of diversity period. The pioneer valley prides itself on its diversity...but to be honest, their idea of diversity is a good mix of homosexuals and heterosexuals...this is all cool and dandy with me, but no one understands how incredibly excited I get when I see another Black person)
-that you have exactly 100ft to merge on the highway and have to hope that the oncoming car has enough courtesy to actually switch lanes so that you can get on safely.
-that the speed limit is ACTUALLY enforced...the cops hide out everywhere just waiting to catch someone...learned my lesson quite quickly
-that it is 32 deg in the morning...but has the audacity to warm up to 75 in the day. This poses a huge inconvenience to a girl's wardrobe.
-that NOTHING stays open 24hrs...well maybe CVS but that's a ways from the house. Pretty much everything shuts down at 10pm PROMPTLY.
-that they don't play country music up here (yes, I know I'm black...but I'm from TX and I do have an affinity for country music from time to time)
-that the radio station here is NOT up to par...I mean all this east coast rap and pop music is killing me.
-that they only broadcast regional games...so I have missed all but 2 UT games this year that were on tv :-(. And I have only seen one LSU games. Saturday College football consists of dang Penn State (UGH!). Not to mention I have to go to a bar on Sundays just to see the Cowboys play because on regular cable they only show the Pats (who I actually liked before Tom Brady went down) and those dang NY Giants (another UGH!)

I'm pretty sure this list will grow...just thought I'd provide a little insight on how I've been feeling overall.

welcome black barbie...

In less than 2 days, I will once again get to sit in the company of one of my best friends. First off I'm sooooo incredibly excited to have a visitor, and second, for a cool 4 days I get to pretend like my life is back where it was 3 months ago. Our to-do list is definitely not the most exciting, but we get to be in each other's company and that in itself is enough for me. The one thing that I absolutely can't wait to do it watch Gossip Girl and One Tree Hill on Monday night with her. To many this may seem like the lamest of things, but to us this is what our lives revolve around. When I was back in Houston and had to work until midnight, Britt would stay up and wait until I got home just to sit and watch the shows AGAIN with me on tivo. Watching them here in Massachusetts is just not the same by myself, so for one day I get to pretend like things never changed. We will definitely shop and sight see a bit, since I'm still quite unfamiliar with the area...and we also plan to catch a Cirque de Soleil show in Beantown. I'm really hoping we can find a club to 'let loose' in for a night...would be great to shake what my mama gave me with one of my fav clubbers. With all that said...I wish she would just get here already so we can get the party started.

just some randomness

1. If you were God for a day, what would you do?

- Allow everyone to experience happiness. Some people are so consumed with everything else, they forget about their happiness. I believe once they get a taste of it, they may be able to take a deep look at their lives and figure out what should/should not be change in order to keep that feeling...and in my opinion we will all be better people because of it.

2. If you could be the parent of one famous person, who would you want it to be and why?

- hmmm parent...maybe Barack Obama's mom. how cool is it to know your kid might be the next president of America

3. What was the last thing you regret buying?

- I'm one of those people who believe if you have money you should spend it...so I like..scratch that...love all my purchases (little or small)...wish I would have bought some more Hershey almond bars at the grocery store tho lol

4. If you had a chance to bring one person back from the dead, who would it be and why?

- Twin (Jonathan Bailey)...never had anyone close to me die before and I took his death a whole lot harder than I thought I ever would. I still tear up just thinking about him. :-/

5. What three things you regret not learning to do?

- not being totally computer savvy
- let myself be loved and open with those closest to me
- learning to cook BEFORE I was responsible for making my own meals in college lol

6. If you had a crystal ball that could tell you the truth about any one thing you wished to know about yourself, life, the future, or anything else, what would you want to know?

- honestly I don't want to know anything about the future or my life...i just want to take everyday one stride at a time and enjoy the present. Knowing/thinking too much makes me forget the joys that I am experiencing at this present moment.

7. What's worse... having expectations that are too high, or having no expectations at all?

- too high...I hate disappointing people

8. How do you know when you're in love?

- when your face lights up in a smile unconsciously when you think of him
- when that 2-5% will never make you stray away or wish he was different in hopes of finding a 100% man
- I could go on and on and on

9. What is the most important invention or innovation that has happened during your life-time?

- Internet of course...it's like every one's bible nowadays...and not that that's a good thing

10. How would you spend your ideal day?

- surrounded by those nearest and dearest to me...in a warm climate...laughing and smiling

11. Name three things you wanted as a child but never got.

- a little sister (but someday soon i might inherit a step sis)
- long curly hair (still don't have that)
- I wasn't extremely materialistic as a child so anything I asked for I usually got. (OK call me spoiled if you like...I just consider me to be well taken care of)

12. What was the best year of your life?
- all of college...I experienced love, heartbreak, success and failure all in the time frame. I could have definitely done without the negatives...but they have made me a stronger person

13. Who would you choose to be shipwrecked on a desert island with?
- I could never choose just one person...and knowing me, I would have probably been on a ship with ALL my friends and bf so we'd be throwing a party on that island

14. What is the most valuable thing you own?
- I would say my car...but that is clearly in my daddy's name...sooooo i guess my lap top since its the first BIG purchase i made with MY OWN mula

15. If you were to be remembered for one thing, what would you like it to be?
- no matter how hard/easy/important/unimportant something was, I did it with all my heart...I've always been a firm believer that my heart is bigger than everyone else's'

16. The major newspaper headlines for tomorrow will be about you. What would you want them to say?
- idk...absolutely no clue

17. If you saw someone shoplifting, what would you do?
- none of my business...just don't walk out the store the same time I do, but because racial profiling would pick me as a black female to be the one actually stealing if the buzzard went off in the store

18. Is there anything you would willingly give your life for?
- any of my closest friends or family. (if you live to be 100, I want to live to be 100 minus one day so I never have to live a day without you- Winnie the pooh)

19. If you could re-live a day of your life again, which would it be and why?
- leave the past in the past...and just enjoy what you have in front of you.

20. If you could be invisible for a day, what would you do?
- hang out in an area somewhere predominated by men so that i can see how they really think

Airport Madness...

OMG!!!! First off I cannot stand that Massachusetts has REAL rain days. I'm used to the 15 min of heavy torrential rains in Houston, but out here we get at least 2 days of steady rain...freakin' sucks I tell you.

Well thanks to this wonderful rain that God decided to bless my side of the country with, basically EVERY flight in the area was delayed several hours. Now for everyone who knows me...y'all know I can't stand waiting for anything. Well today I tried to keep a little patience because I knew in time I'd finally get where I needed to get and once I got there, I had something (or should I say someone) amazing awaiting me. So while I wasn't super pissed because my original flight wasn't supposed to leave until 6:33 anyway (and of course I tried to get bumped up to the 3pm--which ended up being delayed until 6:56), I took the liberty of watching everyone in there super pissy moods. One lady was so angry because it was her birthday weekend and she just wanted to see her kids. All she kept saying was that "it's just freakin' rain people...not damn snow! So I don't understand what the problem is" (however, it was not quite as nice as I have stated it). Then there was this old couple who didn't quite understand cell phone courtesy. Speakerphones are a wonderful addition to cell phones but they are supposed to be used in private (i.e. your home or car)...not in the middle of a freakin' airport terminal. At first I thought it was just me thinking that the person of the other end of the phone was just talking extremely loud...then I realized the people on the other side of the terminal were staring at the old couple in disgust...the first time I was slightly appalled but the second time I couldn't help but laugh...out loud. Ha! The special-ness of our elder generation. I also saw this lady with her kid on a LEASH...she was talking to her kid as if the little girl was an animal. That was definitely an interesting sight to see. And due to my extended stay in Albany, I met a very nice German fellow with whom I spent a cool 1 1/2 hrs chatting with.

Once, I finally left Albany in route to Charlotte, it was like sheer chaos on the plane. Everyone was in such foul moods because they were running behind schedule and/or would miss connecting flights elsewhere. I was still in the cheerful mood and even now I can't come up with a great excuse to my wonderful mood (seeing as how it was so out of character for me). Charlotte was great for me. I had my first encounter with an airport bar...met some nice people, watched a little football, and of course made full use of what a bar is actually meant for :-P. But I honestly can't tell you how happy I was to finally get on my second flight and head to my final destination.

So I left school at noon for my 1 1/2 hour drive to the airport...I can't even count the amount of time I actually spent in the airport, but by midnight I finally it to made my destination. I changed my flight 3 times before I even left Albany simply because the rain decided to screw up flights all along the east coast. But I can definitely say that those 12 hours were not in vain. I got a lot of reading for class finished, AND seeing his smile...yes...that definitely made it all worth the wait.

something like a coach...i guess :-P

Today was my first day alone with my athletes. Technically because we're division III we aren't allowed to have actual practices until October 27th...which I must admit is totally cool with me because I still have weekends and evenings to myself. BUT because we are aware that our girls have done absolutely nothing over the summer...AND we have a ton of freshman...the head coach thought it was a good idea for us to oversee practices this week to make sure that they were actually doing the drills properly, weren't killing themselves...but honestly just to make sure they were actually showing up to these suggested workouts. Monday and Tuesday, 3 of the assistant coaches were present...and yes I said 3. We actually have an army...my guess right now is 7 or so...which is mad crazy because we only have like 28 girls. But that's another story.

Well of the 7 assistants, I was the one who conducted practice today. I was much more comfortable not having other people questioning what I was doing, and scrutinizing my ideas...plus I think the girls enjoyed my workouts much more than the stuff we had them doing on Monday. My goal is not to kill them...YET...but to make sure they are actually getting something out of the workouts...as well as semi enjoying themselves and getting to know each other in the process. Despite what everyone thinks, track is somewhat of a team sport. While individual in most aspects, conference championships come in the form of team work. The girls were able to chat between runs/exercises, but I also had them huffing and puffing so I felt as though today's workout was quite successful. I'm hoping to have tons of freedom with the creativity of my workouts for them. I see potential in a lot of girls...attitude and laziness in some as well. But I come from a team of attitude so I think I can manage that part. As far as laziness...if you don't want to be here...you are more than welcome to go home. D3 athletes are not scholarship athletes by any means...I want my girls to do it because they want to...not because they feel pressured to do so.

***side note***
I found a salon that does 'ethnic' hair...there is one black chick who works there and she books up so fast supposedly because evidently every other black woman in the area is trying to get her hair done at the same time as me. Soooooo I settled for the white girl who has 'ethnic experience'...I'll definitely let you know how that works out...

I thought I'd leave you with a picture of the beautiful scenery that I found while driving around searching for the salon. I have to say that I live in an absolutely beautiful area. (and NO this is not my house)

hurricane ike

I can definitely say I picked the right time to move from the city of Houston...but then at the same time, I feel just as hurt and devastated as the people who have experienced the catastrophe called hurricane Ike. First and foremost, my family fared so much better this go round than after Hurricane Rita. Hardly any damage...well just minor stuff such as shingles and fences being down. But of course they will be out of power for close to a month, which totally sucks when you live in an area that averages 90+ degree temperatures during this time of year. My family does, however have a generator so they can at least keep the food cold and have some source of air for the better part of the day. I called my mom yesterday, and evidently my baby brother was trying to do something involving some source of power and my mom quickly tells him "no, we don't have enough power for that." It was actually kind of funny at the time, but now that I think about it, that totally sucks to have to live life on a limited supply of electricity.

My heart goes out to all of my friends, who have had any problems because of this stupid hurricane. I can totally relate, so each and everyone of you guys is in my prayers.

I really think I'm going to find out who in the heck names these freaking hurricanes because, I propose that we quit giving them ethnic names so as not to continue to damage our gulf coast (i.e., Katrina, Rita, Wilma, Gustav, Ike)...I mean I'm just saying...

one week at a time...

While I thought this past weekend would be my first official weekend alone in my new home, I received a nice surprise when I found out my good friend Val would be playing right up the street (ok...and hour and a half away) in Connecticut. I was super excited when she invited me to spend Saturday night in the ultra cool Mohegan Sun casino/hotel/venue. We were able to catch up and share in our stories of finally "growing up" and being away from our friends and the comfort zone that we called home for the last four years. It definitely eased my anxiety knowing that I'm not alone in my struggle. So...the game was great...it was a battle of the top East/West teams in the WNBA...and it provided for a great show for the fans. It was kind of weird sitting in the stands by myself, but Val made sure to look up my way during time-outs as we exchanged weird faces and laughs. She'll be moving to France in like a week so big ups to her and all her future endeavors.

As far as school goes, it is incredibly awkward to not be starting practice this week. In fact, we don't get underway until October 27...one of the downfalls of switching from Division 1 to Division 3. They say it has something to do with the amount of weeks we are allowed to practice (we have a measly 22 compared to 32+ for D1). It's all a bunch of bull if you ask me, seeing as how it not only gives us a mere 5 weeks to prepare for our first meet (which will inevitably be directed at event specific type practices), but as a coach I don't get to torture my kids with preseason workouts...instead we hand out 'suggested' workouts for the girls to do in the mean time. Suggested is a HUGE change from the Mandatory Voluntary practices I am used to at Rice...but oh well...

OMG...I was watching the news a few minutes ago and it is a whooping 65 degrees outside...mind you it is 6pm and it is still summer time in my eyes. The weather man even went as far as to say that in the morning it'll be in the 40s...oh no buddy...not liking this already. I guess I gotta get in as many shorts as possible withing the next 2 weeks, because it'll be May before I can show my legs off again :-(

One thing I am loving however, is the extra special attention I am getting from the faculty members at school. This week alone I've had several ask me how I was fairing being so far from home. It is almost as if they are trying to make this adjustment as comfortable as possible. It definitely makes me feel good to know I am in an environment that is so welcoming. So as of now I am adjusting decently well...still missing home, but I don't think that will ever go away. I'm still trying to find more things to do so that I don't have to spend so much time at home ALONE...but until next time...

To my girls...

I knew my move way across country would affect me in ways that I can not even imagine. I mean I miss my friends, my family, chain restaurants that I'm used to, southwest regional football games, being able to get around without the help of mapquest...etc. But I'm starting to realize just how much my move is affecting the people I love most. My parents call me way more than usual...just to check on me I guess because I've never been by myself and am for the 1st time 'my own personal guardian.' As much as I miss my friends...I'm learning they miss me just as much. There is a piece of them that is missing in their everyday lives...and that little thing is me. We have all depended on each other for 4...or just 2 years in britt's case...and I won't even begin to count the years I have been friends with Kim. When someone has a bad day...one of us offers a word of encouragement. If someone's date cancels...hey let's make it a girls date to the movies. I miss the sleep overs...I miss the partying...I miss the heart to hearts which have taught me a many of life lessons along the way. I think right now it's hard for all of us...and God forbid this is only the beginning. But it's all a part of growing up (or so I've been told). I'm pretty sure by the end we'll all be spread across the country, but guess what that just makes for super cool vacation spots. So look at the bright side, while we may be miles apart, our hearts have been forever touched by each other. Our bond will only get stronger...and I dare someone to prove me wrong.

1st day of school

Today was my first day of class...and just like any other first day of school, I rustled and tussled all night like an 8yr old eagerly ready for 3rd grade. Except I'm not sure I was so eager for class, seeing as how I could easily be voted the first person most likely to skip class. I am excited that I finally have stuff to keep me occupied during the day because yesterday I was hit by my first bout of homesickness. Yeah you read it right...Lacee' Carmon misses Texas and all her friends like crazy. I've basically had visitors for the first 2 weeks of being in Massachusetts, so being alone for 3 days is finally making it sink in that I'm kind of alone. I really don't have any friends outside of school...and as far as the people at school...well they are more so acquaintances seeing as how I only socialize with them at school. So basically for the first time in my life I'm a loner...which is really weird but I know it time I'll adjust to my new circumstances and everything will be ok.

Today in my sport leadership class the teacher made a statement that 'a leader is someone who once was a follower.' This made me think of how in less than 6 months my life has completely changed. My whole life I have been a participant in some type of sport and while I have served as a leader figure for many of them, I have also been under the leadership of many coaches. All of the skills and attributes they have instilled in me have helped shape me into the person I am today. Now I am taking on their role and will in turn have athletes and students of my own to lead and play a role model toward. This is something I am extremely excited about because I now I have the opportunity to influence the lives of others just as my life has been so greatly influenced. I hope to lead my girls (which I am rightfully endowed to say because I coach/teach/attend an all girls college) with the same passion and drive as my former coaches. I want to have the same investments in them that my coaches made in me so that one day if nothing else, I can give just one girl a chance to live out her dream just as I have been given this grand opportunity today. With that said...I get to meet my team tomorrow for the first time. So I suppose tonight's slumber will be a rustle tussle event because this is something I've been looking forward to since February 29th, 2008.

workout barbie

It's been a cool 3-4 weeks...probably longer than that since I really worked out. But I needed a break because after track season concluded, I had this mad-woman workout plan. It was like I couldn't stay away from the gym - well that could have been because I worked at a gym, and what better way to waste time on the clock than to actually make use of the facilities. I definitely look like a civilian now than an actual athlete, seeing as how I have dropped a cool 10 pounds with ease and I have even stopped getting questions about what sport I play because my legs are not as super defined and sculpted as they were at the end of May. Simply stated...I'm skinny again.

So today, I thought it would be a great time to make use of the wonderful facilities we have at Smith (which I must add are oh so much better than the ones I was accustomed to at Rice). There is a general workout area (cardio machines/fitness and weight equipment) for any one affiliated with Smiths' personal use, but of course I like to be alone when I workout, so I opted to use the other weight room, which is just one step up from the shed at the track at Rice. It is clear to me that it had not been used in a good while seeing as how there was stuff scattered everywhere, but I think I have found my new workout place for the next two years.

After weights, I decided against the treadmill because it was such a beautiful day outside. By the way, as much as I love the Houston heat, it is by far not my favorite thing to workout in...heck I can't even tan in it because my body starts burning in under 5 minutes. I tried unsuccessfully to locate the cross country trail around campus, but then realized the track was nearby. There was not a single soul out there...kind of weird to me, because we ALWAYS had to share our track with some randoms on any given day. On my walk to the track I got plenty of stares. I'm not sure if it was because I'm black (and there are not too many of us roaming these parts) or if it was because I was half naked (and for anyone who knows me...you know that half naked is the ONLY way I will workout). I'm going to go with the second choice so as not to make racial judgements on my wonderful New Englanders just yet.

Anyhow, I hope that I am not ridiculously sore for the remainder of the week due to my month long hiatus from any type of physical activity. I'm still trying to figure out how in the heck I'm going to actually be able to workout everyday, seeing as how my schedule seems as if it will be filled from dusk to dawn. Maybe I'll workout with my girls...who I'm actually hoping to meet sometime soon, since practice should be starting shortly.

***side note: I've been in Massachusetts for two whole weeks now, and surprisingly I'm not ready to come home just yet. I love the weather (well now anyway). The people are nice. I love having my own space. So for now I'm content. School starts Thursday...that'll be the true test to whether or not the next two years will be closer to heaven or hell.

I HAVE ARRIVED!!!!!

well 29 hours and 12 states later that is...

If ever you want a road trip buddy...I guess I'm probably not the best person to ask. Out of the entire 29 hour drive, I drove a mere 6 1/2 hours...to my credit they were the hardest 6 1/2 hours of the trip because they were in the middle of the night. My mom and godmother shared the duties for the other 22 1/2 hours. Anywho...I definitely noticed a few things on the way that I thought would make for a great blog (yes I took notes so that I would remember...call me lame if you like).

Louisiana has the most disgusting bathrooms in the entire United States. I don't think I have ever been in something as hideously disgusting as the truck stop/gas station bathroom I was forced to use...ugh!

In Mississippi they had the nerve to charge an additional $1.19 for the LID of the coffee cup...WTF????? It was however the coolest truck stop along the way. It was nice and clean and it even had a washer and dryer in it. Maybe that's why we pay extra for the lid to fund the electricity for the laundry mat...hmmmm idk.

The Virginia countryside is absolutely beautiful...well from what I saw at 5am in the morning. I saw some deer on the road but I'm not sure if it was in Tennessee, Kentucky, or Virginia...it all began to look alike to me after a while. Thank God they stayed on there side of the road. Speaking of deer...there are some in my back yard...how cool is that...along with some corn fields. I feel like I'm back in Texas already...just straight up country.

Seeing as how I slept through most of VA and West Virginia...and come to think of it, Maryland as well, I kinda missed a whole lot of what was going on there. I did however lose an hour of my life by switching time zones (well that's how I like to think of it anyway).

I instantly was able to tell when we were no longer in the South. The people just look at you differently. The ma'ams and sirs stop and people just become super rude. This all happened in Pennsylvania which was also where we encountered our first bit of traffic. People started acting like they didn't know how to drive in a construction area. It seemed as if everyone was trying to be nosey and see what was going on.

So 29 hours and 12 states later I arrived at what we thought would be our final destination...only to find out we couldn't get the key to my apartment because the office was closed...ain't that some BS for you. We ended up spending the night in one of the finest hotels in all of western Massachusetts (total sarcasm on that one). It was more along the lines of pure d trash. Reminds me of the Ocho (super eight) I heard everyone talking about after regionals last year...yeah, that bad!

I am finally settled I guess you can say. I have my furniture, yet I'm sleeping on an air mattress because my mom and godmother have overtaken my room. But I have the tv so that's all fine with me...since everyone knows how I love my space. So far I'm enjoying where I am. I have been to school (it's nice), I found the mall (Hallelujah!), there's a club wal-mart nearby, cheap gas (actually cheaper than when I left Houston), and there is a dairy queen and nail shop (woohoo!).

So there are the basics...Louisiana to Mississippi to Alabama to Georgia to Tennessee to Kentucky to Virginia to West Virginia to Maryland to Pennsylvania to New York to Massachusetts. I'm alive and living (my mom and I haven't strangled each other yet) and happy to say the least. The idea that I'm actually alone in a new city hasn't quite set in yet...but who cares when I have a cute new apartment and an awesome mall to keep me occupied right now.

it's almost that time...

So I just finished packing...well re-packing seeing as how I had to re-organize all of my things from my initial move back from Houston...and I never realized just how much stuff I have accumulated over the last four years. I've been through tons of clothes, shoes, accessories, electronics, and loads of other random things...and no matter how much stuff I give to goodwill, I still seem to have an overflowing amount of things I'll never wear/use but just can't get myself to give them away.

I did however spend quite a bit of time going through pictures and cards which brought back so many memories of my undergraduate life. It once again reinforces to me that I am soon leaving (T-3 days) the greatest people that God has put in my life...outside of my family that is. I re-read EVERYTHING...lol. I have all of these Valentine's day cards from one of my best friends because neither one of us ever had a boyfriend to share that special day with, so we adopted each other as our own special valentine...and for that I am forever grateful seeing as how that is by far my least favorite holiday. (Toy you will always be my valentine at heart seeing as how this year was probably the last one that we will have to share in person). I also had all of these random 'congratulations,' 'it'll work out' or 'just because' type cards from my good ole' Black Barbie. If I never told you how much that made my day...I'm now giving you a public shout out for the world to see. I even ran across some things from high school...poetry that my Bestest and I used to share...she never once bought me a single card for any random occasion. She always made them and the love that she put into each and every one of them still radiates to this day. I found all of these inspirational messages that Des gave me throughout the last four years...and it made me think that my friends are nothing short of MY inspiration. They help me to keep going when I believed that all was lost...and they always tell me to cool it when my mind is going 90 to nothing. They keep it real 100% of the time with me...despite what the outcome may be. There are no greater words to express the way that I feel about them other than to say I LOVE YOU GUYS...Kim, Toy, Britt, Des, Devie, Chan, Smo, Shar, Linds, Mem...and my ENTIRE track team from the last four years. I guess it's true to say you are who you hang with...because I know without a shadow of doubt, I am a reflection of them all, whereas a little piece of them lives within me everyday.

world record galore...what's really going on?

Outside of March Madness, the Olympics is by far my favorite sporting event. It does suck that it only occurs every four years, but that doesn't stop my excitement one tiny bit. I can't wait until track begins on Friday because I get to see not only people I've competed against and/or idolized for the last four years, but my very own teammate is competing for the U.S. in the long jump (shout outs to Fums), and my coach was named the Barbados Olympic Coach this year. Watching the opening ceremony was so incredibly cool. I think I saw my coach, and although I didn't see Funmi in all her Olympic glory, I saw a few other people I know AND I fell in love with my new Olympic hottie. While Chris Paul is my number one...James Blake is running a close second. I had heard about how cute James Blake was...but oh GOD! He is absolutely gorgeous I tell ya.

Ok, so enough of that. Seeing as how track does not make its debut until Friday, I have been soaking up every other sport that has been televised. I have seriously watched everything...rowing, archery, beach volleyball (one of my favs), tennis, handball (had never actually seen that before), badminton (mini-tennis i guess?), softball, cross country equestrian, road cycling, synchronized diving (super cool), swimming, gymnastics (I can't wait until rhythmic gymnastics comes on...yes I'm slightly weird)...there's probably more but that's all I can think of right now. Anywho, swimming is seriously off the chain right now. World record after world record is being broken...prelim, semi-final, final...it doesn't even matter. I must say that Michael Phelps is a beast among all beasts. But in all seriousness, it slightly troubles me at how not one of the swimmers is questioned for doping whereas if this was happening in track and field I honestly think they would be performing urine/blood test on the field at the sight of the event for the entire world to see. Maybe I'm being biased because I'm an athlete (well former athlete I guess), but still...let this world record madness happen over the course of the next week at the Bird's Nest (the track and field venue of the Beijing Olympics), and I promise doping questions are about to explode like no other. So my question is...just how meaningful is the demolition of world record after world record in swimming, when of the 40 or so track and field records that exist, only approximately 10 have been broken in the last decade or so? Maybe swimming is simply still progressing and track and field has hit its peak...but regardless of how far the sport is in its lifespan, is it really the track and field athletes who need to be questioned of continuous steroid scandals?

random questions

***So I borrowed this from another blogger's post...I thought it was cool...hope you do too.

Maybe I should…go just one day without being mean (i.e., no rude comments, no going off on anyone, none of the crazy faces that I make). I've been attempting this for some time now...I'll let you know when I succeed.

I love the smell of…men's cologne. There is nothing like the scent of a sweet smelling man. Sean John's Unforgivable is my absolute favorite...that one always throws me for a loop.

People would say that I…am like burger king - I always have to have things MY way!

I don’t understand why…we as a country have the audacity to help out other countries, by adopting their kids and pets?!?, and sending them food...when we have starving people on every corner, and kids filling up the foster care system. Someone please make me understand what sense that makes.

When I wake up in the morning…I immediately check my phone for missed texts and emails...as if someone really wants to talk to me at 4am in the morning.

I lost my willpower to…resist anything adorable kids ask for and refuse anything chocolate.

Life is wonderful…when you have amazingly wonderful people who love you no matter what.

My past has…shaped me into the person I am today. It's been full of ups and downs...nothing short of a broken road. But I'm still standing and stronger than ever.

I get annoyed when…people spell or pronounce my name wrong. Yes, I know it's not spelled phonetically correct, but get it together people. Plus I am not Spanish or French, so it's not pronounced in either dialect. I'm a regular ole' Black American.

Parties are not…all that when there are too many people involved. Too many opinions...Too many arguments. Track girl parties are however THE BEST!

Dogs are…well it depends on the day. If it's small I can possibly give it a chance, but even then, it's a slight chance. I do however love Nanny's baby, Romeo =) Just please don't lick me...oh how disgusting.

Cats are… disgusting. Ewwwww is all I have to say.

Tomorrow I’m going to…buy my furniture (hopefully).

I have a low tolerance for…bad attitudes. Do not take your issues out on me.

I’m totally terrified of…snakes. When I was 10 it rained really bad while I was taking a bath, my brother walked in and quickly notified me that there was a snake on the floor and I promptly ran out...unclothed, mind you...into the living room, where my mom was entertaining company. So I guess I'm terrified of embarrassment as well because I'll never forget that one.

I wonder why I thought my life would be…fairy tale-ish. It is so far from that. I'm not married, nor starting my family. But I am a college graduate, with amazing friends, family, and loved ones...I guess I cant really ask for much more that that.

Never in my life…AHA! never say never...lol.

High School was something that…is somewhat of a blur even though it was only 4 years ago. Overall it as a great time...the bad didn't start until college.

When I’m nervous…I cry. I make about ten trips to the bathroom. I sweat excessively. And then I dance (kinda weird I know) - mind you this is all on the competition field.

Making my bed…rarely ever happens...unless I'm on a cleaning spree (which is hardly ever, since my housewife skills are still in the making lol)

I’m almost always…hungry. Food is my kryptonite.

I’m addicted to…chocolate. short shorts. royal flush blush OPI polish. mini dresses. stilettos. oversized handbags. my blackberry. sports.

I want someone…who will love me more than I could ever imagine...and who expects nothing less than infinite love in return. someone who's tall, athletic, and has a passion for the same things as myself in life. someone who can handle me with all my faults, but still thinks I'm the best thing since sliced bread (ok that one is probably not gonna happen, but a girl can dream right) sounds like I'm describing...well...anyway...lol.

no hurricane after all...

For starters, I didn't even realize there was a storm brewing in the Gulf until a friend of mine's mom so kindly informed me on Sunday evening. Once I actually saw the news (weather) I went into total "freak out" mode. For anyone who knows me, you will totally understand why this actually occurred. 2 years ago when us southern folk encountered the great hurricane madness with Katrina, Rita, and Wilma...I was a product of one and saw the devastating results of another first hand. It absolutely kills me when Houstonians think so lightly of the stronger, more powerful hurricanes that have been recently forming and wrecking havoc about the southern coastal lands. Everyone always thinks 'it'll never happen to me.' But guess what...I thought the same thing and it did in fact happen to me. 12 holes in the roof to be exact...my ceiling sitting on my bedroom set (after walking through mushed carpet just to get to the rooms)...the smell of mildew and mold...definitely something I will never forget. My city was without power for about a month, which was absolutely nothing in comparison to the catastrophe that occurred in New Orleans. I saw first hand the evacuees from New Orleans (and it kills me that President Bush would call someone from our own country refugees) when they made there way into southeast Texas searching for shelter. I later actually visited New Orleans early this year, and it still saddens me to know that this city is nothing as I remembered it from family vacations as a child.

The more recent Tropical Storm Eduoard only brought tons of rain and slight wind damage. It made landfall about 30 miles southwest of my hometown...but I am happy to report that I am sitting in my house WITH electricity, happily typing away on my computer and watching TV. I can only thank GOD for this because yesterday I was somewhat of a nervous wreck as my family and I chose to 'ride' this one out instead of evacuating...besides, it was only a tropical storm right? Yeah well even those can do damage as well.


So I guess the purpose of this blog is simply to serve as a public service announcement: Hurricanes are serious. Whether it's torrential rains that may cause serious floods, or excessive winds that can do unimaginable damage...it might be in your best interest to take it serious. Never underestimate its capabilities because at some point in your life it may make a believer out of you...just like it did to me.

silent day

You know how sometimes you just have those days where you just don't say much because there is so much going on in your head that you can't even verbalize it...well today has been one of those days. From the minute I woke up I knew it would be a long day. I have things that need to be done toward the advancement of my apartment (i.e. furniture shopping...YAY!!!!)...which should inevitably be taking up the bulk of my brain power, however I have something else that's weighing not only on my mind but also my heart. I have always had an issue of trying to take on the problems of others as if they were my own, which in turn always puts extra stress on myself. I don't like for others I care about to hurt or to be put in situations they can't handle. And in this case it's all of the above. I'm only human so there's only so much I can do about it...but I do believe in a greater power who I know I can always turn to. So I'm leaving it in his hands...that seems to be the best solution to even the greatest of problems.


***as a side note: any ideas on color schemes for my apartment? I'm totally up for suggestions...

new chapter...

My extended summer vacation is slowly coming to an end...and while I have enjoyed the last 4 years of my life, I am super excited to begin the next chapter in what I like to call the frozen tundra. Beaumont to Houston was not such a huge jump in my initial move to college...i had the luxury of going home whenever I wanted, and my family always welcomed me with open arms. At Rice I've had the opportunity to meet wonderful people, but to also immerse myself in a diverse culture that has opened my eyes to a whole new world. I can honestly say I have the BEST friends in the entire world...to describe each in detail would take a lifetime, and being without them will be the hardest adjustment for me to make in the coming months.



Massachusetts is a long way away from what I have called home for the last 22 years of my life...and while I will forever be a Texan at heart, I'm excited to immerse myself in the New England culture. For the first time in my life I will be able to see 4 distinct seasons (although I am not at all excited about snow storms, blizzards, and not being able to run outside with my typical running attire on). There is different food, different fashion...just a totally different culture from what I have experienced from previous visits to the state.



So here's to the next step...an astonishing 27hr drive to get there...but a new town, school, culture, and most of all my first VERY OWN apartment to welcome me with open arms.