Curly Hair

So this morning I listened to Adam Carolla go on a 15 minute rant about how much curly hair sucks. WTF? I honestly felt betrayed, I guess this is what happens when you love someone and then they talk shit about you to your face. What I don't understand is what is it that most (and I said MOST) white boys have against curly hair? Believe me, my hair could be a lot worse...I'm black for cripes sakes! I'm lucky I don't have naps!

Alright, I'm done venting.

If you were wondering, my nephew is ok! They removed the tumor and there should be no lasting effects.

Ugh mixed with optimism

My 5 month old nephew is having surgery today. Brain surgery. A SIX hour long brain surgery. Something that no 5 month old should have to endure. Please keep him in your prayers.

I know we're ahead of the game but...

So, we...well Stinks has picked our second son's name. I know you're thinking, 'but D, you don't even have a baby let alone know that you are going to have 2 boys!' And all I can say is that we like to be prepared. For those of you that don't know, firstborn son is Broady Brewer- my mom's maiden name and Stinks' middle and firstborn daughter is Kaya Elizabeth- after a Bob Marley song and my grandmother's middle name. So second son will be...Xavier. No middle name as of yet, but Thomas, Irvine and Bravery are in the running. I especially love Bravery...Xavier Bravery Smith. I think it has a nice ring to it.

Here we go

First post after my recommittal to blogging...

Upon deciding to recommit myself to blogging, I come to find out that I am, in fact, an IDIOT. This may not be a surprise to most of you. Anyway, I was looking at the address of said blog and I realized that I misspelled feisty. Yeah, I have a misspelled web address. So instead of somepeoplethinkimfeisty, its somepeoplethinkimfiesty. Awesome. I'm a tard.

realizations

So, last night I decided to check my old, old, old myspace account that I haven't logged onto in years, and I discovered that I used to be a pretty good blogger! I think it was more about just writing about what was going on in my life and not some grandiose statement of my life. With that said, I'm actually going to try this blogging thing. It will just be random stuff from my life, probably mostly stuff about the upcoming nuptials. Maybe some pics if you're lucky.

(I also said that I was going to recommit myself to the whole twitter thing...and you can see how that went...)

E.N.G.A.G.E.D. (its so serious, it needs periods...)

Yes, you've read correctly...I am engaged! It took 5 1/2 years and a ton of complaining, but it finally happened. Here's how it went down:

stinks and i had been planning on going to the beach with some beers to watch the sunset. We get down there, drink a couple and he asks me to come down and feel the water with him. it was effing cold, so i said no but he said 'just come down there with me' so i did. we walk down to the shore and stand in the water, which actually wasn't that cold...anyway, he starts asking me about a resort in Jamaica that i want to get married and i start telling him about it. then he stops me and says 'well to do that, first we need to...' and gets down on one knee! in true Danielle fashion, i yell "shut the f*ck up!" and proceed to say oh my god over and over. He stands up and says, "well, will you marry me?" and i said yes and we kissed. now all this had happened and he still hadn't opened the box with the ring! so I'm like, "open the box" and the sweet boy was afraid that i wouldn't like the ring...aww. its freaking beautiful! then we walked to beaches (the bar where we first met) and celebrated. it was a great night.

So that all happened Saturday the 27th. I am still on a cloud. Its so surreal, I'm actually getting married! I can't believe it, i just look at my ring and smile!

(i know that this is a poorly written post, its not funny or witty or anything, i just wanted to document my engagement to the best boy in the world!)

Peer Pressure

Well, if anyone had told me that at age 28 I would still succomb to peer pressure, I would laugh in their face. But alas, here i am, bowing down to the whims of not even a peer...but my peer's unborn fetus. Yes, baby Bubley wants her Auntie Lala to start a blog so here I am. Happy?