One Year

Austin and I have been married for a year.

One beautiful, whirlwind of a year.

The year Austin and I started dating, I was working at camp in Pennsylvania.  One of the kids named Brenda told me she was going to read my palm.  I don’t really believe in that stuff.  Or I say I don’t.  It scares me a little bit.

Brenda looked at me.

“People tell you you have a ton of energy right?  They don’t know how you do what you do.  Your job is gonna be like that.”

I assumed she was talking about me teaching fitness classes.  That one was pretty self-explanatory.  I mean, she had probably heard that around camp, right?

“You’re dating someone right?  You don’t really like him.”

Ok.  I wasn’t sure how she knew that.  But she was right.  I was dating someone.  And it wasn’t really going well.  I think he sort of liked having me around.  But it was mostly a waste of time.  He would stand me up, drank a lot, and told me once that he would like to “have sex with a Latina.”  [Disclaimer: I would NEVER fetishize a group that way, those were actually his exact words.]

“You’ve already met the man you’re going to marry.”

I had no idea who she was talking about.  No idea who she could have been talking about.  But I was a little weirded out.

A month or two later, I found myself out with the campus rec crew.  We drank a ton.  I ended up seeing an ex that night.  But somehow, Austin and I forged a friendship, and what began as a few beer dates where we would talk, started to turn into something more.

“Would you date a white guy,” he asked one night.

I shrugged.  “Yea, sure!”

One date.  Then another.  Then another.  And almost 5 years later, we were cutting a teeny white cake on a table in Asheville, laughing, rapping, and wondering where a year of marriage had gone.

I don’t know what to say except this.  If you have found the person you’re going to marry and you’re considering it?  Go for it.  Jump in with both feet, be honest, and enjoy the gift that is marriage.

I’m certainly not one to preach, but God, the Universe, my father and my brother (who taught me what a real man should be) gave me an incredible gift in this marriage.

Happy one year to us.

Wedding Cake


Hiiiii I’m back from Vegas!  I have to update you, but seeing as how I’ve been living in a van for the past two days, give me like a minute to get it together.

For now…

So the other day, I got an email from Twitter, stating that the day was my 5-year Twitterversary .  Aside from making me feel fairly old, it got me to thinking to why I’d ever gotten on Twitter in the first place, and why I use it now.

I think when Twitter was first introduced, the concept was a little strange to me.  I was the class of Facebook, where you could, and still can, share every single aspect of your life if you wanted.  Pictures, status updates, as well as the coolest feature, I always thought, being able to keep up with your friends and family.  The concept of a timeline featuring only status updates seemed a little sparse to me, and pointless.

What I didn’t realize, however, was that Twitter was kind of awesome; not only could you keep up with friends, pretty similarly to the way you would do on Facebook, it got you a little closer – not only to your friends’ thoughts, but to the thoughts of celebs and musicians.  And as someone who eats up celebrity news, this was, and continues to be, really appealing to me.  Instead of sort of having this weird view of your favorite folks, you really get a chance to get inside of their heads, and discovery who’s funny, who’s not.  Who’s witty, who’s silly.   Who’s dumb as rocks?  You get it.

So…how I came to launch my own Twitter account.

I am a huge Gavin DeGraw fan.  I’ve been a fan of his ever since my mom let me skip school one day my senior year, and I discovered his CD (yep, his CD), at a record store near school.  That very night after a first listen, I was hooked.  In the years to come, I saw him live once or twice, but the opportunity came up for us (me and Deb, my sister) to see him at a smaller, more intimate show in High Point, North Carolina, and we jumped at the chance, even though it was at the end of November, outside, and I would be freezing.  Deb and I were pretty much front and center, and danced so hard throughout the show, that afterwards, when we met Gavin, after he told me I was pretty (duh fool), he said “I saw you guys dancing out there!” He then signed my Budweiser.

Gavin DeGraw

So anyhoo, not only was I in love with him, I feel in love with one of his bandmates, the adorbs Billy Norris.  So I got the idea to follow them on Twitter in order to tweet and stalk them for all future performances, a move that would prove to be pretty smart, as Billy retweeted me a few times, and Gavin tweeted me as well as DMed me regarding some song lyrics that I’d absolutely fallen in love with.

And that is how I started my love affair with Twitter.  Now I use it for very much the same purposes, as well as to keep up with #blacktwitter when they’re coming for Keri Hilson or Keyshia Cole, livetweeting awards shows, or spoiling episodes of Catfish for me.

How do you use Twitter?