June Rundown

June in bloom

Chuck E. Cheese, please

Nostalgia

Nothin' better than the golden waffle

Mom loves the friendly service

The long view of Waffle House

Enjoying the sunshine on set

    It was birthday month, so I wasn't concerned with getting much work.  Before I went on vacation, I did go to one casting with a bunch of cute but fussy babies.  That definitely prepared me for spending time in the back home with my nieces and little cousins.  Those children wore me out!

    First stop on my trip was Atlanta, which always hands me a big dose of culture shock.  I love it though.  From there my cousin and I drove to South Carolina to begin our nearly week long family birthday celebrations.  We partied like it was a jubilee.  We ran the streets.  We shut down clubs.  Even my mom and aunts were cutting a rug on the dance floor.  

    Summertime in the South is all about reunions and reminiscing over a cool glass of lemonade (spiked of course).  And I did a lot of catching up with old friends and family I had not seen in a while. I even stopped by the tv station I used to work at, which was actually cool. It's comforting to know that no matter how much things change, home will always be home.  

    Next I hitched a ride to New York for a couple of days to visit my best friend.  I ran into my girl Michelle from Feed A Model outside the Conde Nast building.  Oh, I saw Amber Rose outside some restaurant. Random.  No partying though... NY was pretty low key.

    So finally, here's the breakdown:

Birthday parties:5

Miles traveled: 6,700, but who's really counting

Trips to Waffle House: once, although I wanted to make it last forever

Castings: 2

Jobs I booked over 1300 girls: 1, and it felt great knowing I scored the role. 

Hallelujah.

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"Never Can Say Goodbye"

    You are loved, Michael.  We will miss you.

Michael Jackson - Rock with You @ Yahoo! Video

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It's Not The Bag...

   from LA Times Magazine, June 7, 2009 

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Rebirth

    I woke up tired with a back ache, but I got up anyway.  I was excited. It was not the excitement you feel on Christmas morning as a kid, but I was still excited.  Because twenty-nine years ago on this day, I was born.  

    Somehow I am different.  I'm starting to get some gray hairs and little bags under my eyes.  But unlike the me a few years ago,  I can now happily welcome those things that go along with aging.       

    Society likes to make women feel like it's not ok to get older.  There are numerous anti-aging and anti-wrinkle creams on the market, and  tons of women get face lifts and tummy tucks. I doubt that God ever intended a woman at 60 to have the face or body of a 16 year old. 

    I've decided that I will help Mother Nature by taking care of myself, and maybe in return she'll make sure I age gracefully.  So here's to the last year of my twenties; may it be filled with lessons yet to be learned and new treasures to be discovered.

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Ode by Arthur O'Shaughnessy

We are the music makers, 

And we are the dreamer of dreams, 

Wandering by lone sea-breakers, 

And sitting by desolate streams; 

World-losers and world-forsakers, 

On whom the pale moon gleams: 

Yet we are the movers and shakers 

Of the world for ever, it seems.

With wonderful deathless ditties, 

We build up the world's great cities, 

And out of a fabulous story 

We fashion an empire's glory: 

One man with a dream, at pleasure, 

Shall go forth and conquer a crown; 

And three with a new song's measure 

Can trample an empire down.

We, in the ages lying 

In the buried past of earth, 

Built Nineveh with our sighing, 

And Babel itself with our mirth; 

And o'erthrew them with prophesying 

To the old of the new world's worth; 

For each age is a dream that is dying, 

Or one that is coming to birth.

A breath of our inspiration, 

Is the life of each generation. 

A wondrous thing of our dreaming, 

Unearthly, impossible seeming- 

The soldier, the king, and the peasant 

Are working together in one, 

Till our dream shall become their present, 

And their work in the world be done.

They had no vision amazing 

Of the goodly house they are raising. 

They had no divine foreshowing 

Of the land to which they are going: 

But on one man's soul it hath broke, 

A light that doth not depart 

And his look, or a word he hath spoken, 

Wrought flame in another man's heart.

And therefore today is thrilling, 

With a past day's late fulfilling. 

And the multitudes are enlisted 

In the faith that their fathers resisted, 

And, scorning the dream of tomorrow, 

Are bringing to pass, as they may, 

In the world, for it's joy or it's sorrow, 

The dream that was scorned yesterday.

But we, with our dreaming and singing, 

Ceaseless and sorrowless we! 

The glory about us clinging 

Of the glorious futures we see, 

Our souls with high music ringing; 

O men! It must ever be 

That we dwell, in our dreaming and singing, 

A little apart from ye.

For we are afar with the dawning 

And the suns that are not yet high, 

And out of the infinite morning 

Intrepid you hear us cry- 

How, spite of your human scorning, 

Once more God's future draws nigh, 

And already goes forth the warning 

That ye of the past must die.

Great hail! we cry to the corners 

From the dazzling unknown shore; 

Bring us hither your sun and your summers, 

And renew our world as of yore; 

You shall teach us your song's new numbers, 

And things that we dreamt not before; 

Yea, in spite of a dreamer who slumbers, 

And a singer who sings no more.

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Computer Love

    I figured it was finally time that I post this commercial.  The Dell commercial was a long shoot.  We were on set for close to 16 hours for one day.  Waiting for your chance to hit the soundstage under those bright lights can be a bit of a buzz kill. But I think I recovered.

    I've done other work, but this was my first commercial. Woo hoo!  I think it turned out pretty cool, right? But don't blink, because you'll probably miss me.

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My Clutch Debut

    Dede, the editor of Clutch Magazine, first approached me about an interview for her magazine months ago.  I was flabbergasted.  What could I offer Clutch readers (like myself) that wouldn't be the same story they'd hear from every other model.  The answer: just be myself and be honest.  

    The final piece made me blush. Fashion writer Nicole Miles painted such a beautiful portrait of me.  And reading all of the encouraging comments from the readers is just the icing on the cake.  I'm thankful that God has allowed me to share my story with people and spread some love along the way.

   Thanks so much Clutch.  Read my interview here and become a fan of Clutch Magazine ASAP.

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