Throwback Thursday // A Day At The Office

So, I was going through some old blog posts from way back when and was reminded of this jewel:

If you hear a ukulele playing, that’s my phone. It just means the vehicle is ready so let me know…

Are you serious?! No this is not a test (or a twisted rap song), the above is a direct quote from the female student aid in my office. The same chic that lost her bike and had to walk to work in the rain, only to discover 2 days later, that her bike had been parked by her dormitory (where she always locks it up) the whole time. I wish I could help her, I’m just not sure where to start. 

Encounters like these, truly help me appreciate my upbringing. Once a person opens their mouth you can tell how they were raised. And most times their actions and reactions are a direct reflection of their parent’s child rearing or lack thereof.  See, “Female Student Aid” says and does the most socially awkward things but she’s not dumb at all. After the bike incident (did I mention this happened more than once?) it was clear to me that she’s used to her parents, mainly her father, doing everything for her. She’s spoiled.
Now, you’re probably thinking “Girl, you got your nerve!” If you know me, you know that I am the Queen of Spoiled-ness. Just the other night, I seriously considered going to spend the night at my parent’s house after being attacked by a ninja spider and they (read: my dad) would’ve welcomed me with open arms, even though I’m far too old to be freaked out by a tiny 8 legged creature. But the difference between me and “Female Student Aid” is there were times growing up where my parents, mainly my mother, required me to figure things out for myself.
The best part about “Female Student Aid’s” bike saga is that before she found it, she’d determined that she just needed to call her dad and have him drive her around campus until she found it. Her parents live 2 hours away from campus. What’s funny is I can totally see myself calling home and making the same request. I can’t though, see myself losing the bike in the first place. We’ve all lost keys or a debit card, but a whole bike?!  Who does that?! And she wasn’t even trippin’ about it… at all! 
Back in the day, if I couldn’t find something I  wasn’t allowed to just run to my parents and expect them to help me. My mom would say “Did you look here? What about there?” It was made clear early on that I was to exhaust all of my resources before seeking help. And because of that I catch on quickly, don’t ask the same questions repeatedly and most of my employers (past and present) believe I can walk on water. (2 finger snaps)
So what about you? Got any good office stories? Feel free to share in the comments below.

Hey Girl, Can I Borrow Your Office?

photo 1.jpg

Whelp, 'boss lady' is back in the building and that junky conference room is still extra junky - so, I'm camped out in KP's office, while she's on vacation. It's a little wonky to have to ask someone to borrow their office to pump breast milk - but, it sure beats doing it my cube (Not that that's an option or anything). No windows or fancy view, but the door locks. (whoot-whoot)

I'm a little paranoid that my electric pump can be heard throughout the office bay - no complaints yet though. I mean is that something you can even seriously complain about? Yea, I didn't think so.

Happy pumping.

Olyvia's Prophecy (01.02.14)

Pastor Larry:

And Jonathan and her mother marvelled at those things which were spoken of Olyvia. And Pastor Larry blessed them, and said unto NyShell her mother, Behold, this child is set for the fall and rising again of many in Israel; and for a sign which shall be spoken against; (Yea, a sword shall pierce through thy own soul also,) that the thoughts of many hearts may be revealed.

- Luke 2:33-35

She is not your child, she belongs to God. Get ready for a fight. She will hurt you because her calling is so great, often times she’ll get frustrated and try to run from it. She can’t be raised as a “Lawrence” or a “Watson.” Seek God for her purpose.

Put your gifting and talents in her. She will finish what Mom didn’t and what Dad hasn’t. She will bridge the gaps.

Olyvia is being born into a dark time when people are turning their backs on God - a christless society - in her time and season she will be a leader of her generation and bring people to God.
— J. Gleason


Olyvia's Christening.

Sunday, August 10, 2014 was a BIG day for our family - we presented Olyvia Wesleigh to God and dedicated her to His service, in accordance to I Samuel 1:20-28.

For this child I prayed; and the Lord hath given me my petition which I asked of him: Therefore also I have lent him to the Lord; as long as he liveth he shall be lent to the Lord. And he worshipped the Lord there.
— 1 Samuel 1:27-28, KJV

As parents, we vowed to seek God as it relates to her upbringing, teach her about God, cultivate her spiritual life early and keep her involved in ministry. She won't remember this day so it's our responsibility to remind her of her dedication.

It was prophesied that Lyv will excel greatly in school and be at the top of her class - and just as she progresses in the natural, her spiritual life will flourish even more. We are definitely expecting her to live up to her name! (Olyvia - 'symbol of peace'; Wesleigh - 'steadfast')

It takes a village - We were joined by a host of family willing to stand in agreement with us. Our village included grandparents, great-grandparents, aunts, great-aunts, cousins and her godmother - all eager to be a part of Lyv's big day. (I wish we could've gotten a group pic with everybody - have you tried corralling close to 20 people for a photo after a church service? Not an easy task.) The hubster and I are truly blessed to be surrounded by such supportive families!

Vintage Love

Meet my grandparents, Jay & Bertha – aren’t they cute? Today, they’re celebrating 57 years of marriage! Can you imagine? I’ve been in the marriage game for a year, and while I’ve loved every second of it, it’s taking a bit of effort to wrap my mind around 50 plus years. It’s just not something you see every day - Hubster and I are fortunate to have 3 sets of married grandparents (172 years between them). I can only pray that my marriage is as exemplary as theirs has been, fifty-some-odd years from now.

Cheers to black love and marriages that last!

p.s. Gram’s been saying its 58 years… apparently, someone stopped keeping track!