Not Easily Broken

This evening the hubster and I watched this movie called Not Easily Broken by T.D. Jakes who happens to be a very famous pastor. Before some of you sigh and navigate away from this page, hear me out. Its not just another "Christian" movie. Yes it has some aspect of religion in it, but the main focus is around love and marriage; how to get and keep it. I know we all have our religious differences but on the subject of love, we speak the same language.

Seriously, seriously, seriously, I implore you to watch this movie if you are married, trying to get married, or just in a relationship. If I were teaching a premarital course or marriage counseling, I would highly recommend this movie. It touches upon topics that are highly important to building a foundation for any relationship.

A few important themes that the movie addresses are and some suggestions from my fellow PNNers:

1. Keeping your business your business. Nobody else should be in your relationship but the two of you

2. Communication is key. No further comment is necessary for this one

3. Respect one another.

4. Support one another

5. Never stop being each others best friend

6. Don't go to sleep angry

Thats all because I'm not a relationship counselor. I'm still learning this stuff.

The movie also brought up a good point on how to love and where do we learn that? If all I knew about love was from my parents, I'd be assed out. I can honestly say that I've had a difficult time in relationships due to my lack of the knowledge of love. There are some destructive things that I used to do that I didn't even realize until my fiance pointed them out. I was just performing what I had seen in my lifetime.

It was funny because when we were watching the movie, we kept thinking about loved one who are going through similar things as were displayed in the movie. We aren't in premarital counseling yet but I would very much like to. I've seen too many marriages that have lost the love and joy that they need. I don't want to be one of those people who stay in marriages just because and remain miserable for the rest of their lives.

The hubster joked that we didn't need counseling and I was quick to shut that down! I'm not trying to get divorced and anything I can use to help me build a stronger foundation, so be it. I know that premarital counseling alone does not stop divorce, but I am trying to go into this thing as prepared as can be. You wouldn't walk into a final without studying first, if you trying to get an A would you? That may be overly simplistic but you get my drift.

Thanks for listening.

Special Dinner for Two

Presenting: Special Dinner for Two

Directed by: Someone who wants to aggravate me

Female Lead: Conchita Dina

Male Lead: Esteban (no last name)

I can't think of any movie in particular but remember the classic scene where the heroine slaves over the stove all day to prepare a special dinner for her boo and gets all dressed up? And then Boo never comes home or he comes home late and the "special" dinner is ruined. This also happened in the Sex in the City movie where she made sushi and put it all over her naked body to surprise him. Of course Smith comes home late and once again dinner is ruined. No bootay for him.

I can't really say I was slaving over dinner all day, as I still made time to be on PNN, but it was close. I got really excited to make this special recipe which consisted of steak, asparagus salad, and mushroom canapes. I would've even popped a bottle of Cristal but I'm not really drinking right now and I don't have Cristal money.

Like the heroine; I showered, got dressed, popped in my contacts, put on my cute blue dress that shows off my figure, and slipped on my heels. I ate Special K all day so that I could enjoy this meal guilt free. The food was ready, I was ready. I sat on the couch and waited, and waited, and waited, and waited. I watched Seinfeld to get me in a lighter mood; didn't help. I have been in the habit of eating by six thirty by the latest. It was past seven but I was determined to wait for him, though my stomach was cussing me out.

The whole special dinner thing came about because he started a new job and has been working soo hard. He comes home so freaking tired. I didn't know the life of a web developer could be so damn exhausting! He's churning out pages all day long like a freaking robot! Paula Deen and I wanted to create a special meal for him that showed how proud I was of him.

He finally arrived; I rushed him in, barked at him to make a plate, and bless the food. I'm sorry, when I'm hungry....STAY away! I was pissed for a while and then I got over it because it wasn't his fault. I'm glad he has such a great job, I really am!

Whatever, he loved dinner, raved about my steak and everything. Personally it was the best steak I had ever made. Yea I'm gloating.

After dinner we watched the finale of America's Next Top Model and cuddled.

End scene, credits roll.

Dedicated to an amazing Man...

I just feel the need to dedicate this post to my amazing fiance. I try really hard not to gush about him but sometimes he deserves it!

Thursdays are my longest days; I have class starting at 9 and my last class ends at 8. Being that this was the last week of the semester, it just seemed even  more unbearable than usual. I stayed up the night before writing two papers and my final project for one of my classes. I was sleepy, grumpy, and angry because I had just started a new diet.I had meeting after meeting and it all seemed never ending.

Right before my last class, I was at my wits end. I just wanted to drop myself literally anywhere and sleep for a year. (I fell asleep during one of my classes earlier that day).

I had a mix up with my fiance and I thought he was going to pick me up from school. I don't know why I thought that, as our car has been acting pretty shady lately. But I was looking forward to it because my whole body simply ached. I walked outside of the building and looked for the car. It was no where to be seen so I called my fiance on my cell. Of course he wasn't there and I just felt so disappointed. My heart sank and tears welled up in my eyes. I was feeling a little nauseauted and just did not want to deal with commuting home on the bus and trolley that night. But there was nothing else I could do. I went to the bathroom and let myself cry for two minutes. I picked up my heavy bookbag and went on my way home.

I got home an hour and a half later and my fiance said not a word to me. He just took my bookbag off my back, sat me down on the couch, and handed me dinner. I sat there for twenty minutes just relaxing and not needing to say a word. I didn't complain about my day, I just stopped moving. It felt so good to just sit and have someone understand what I needed. I gave him a huge hug and then started to study for my test the next day.

I love that man and I am soo excited that he is in my life. I just needed to say that.

The Voodoo You Do

Just because I'm Haitian does not mean I know or do voodoo.

Back when I was in the early stages of my relationship with my present fiance, we had some kind of disagreement and he sent me home. The details are hazy, he has his version but I don't think its accurate. I think I was PMSing and he didn't want to be around me anymore. Anyways it was a bad move on his part, very bad move.

The disagreement ended with me going home angry and we didn't talk the rest of the night or the next day. I was working in a consignment shop during this time and during my shift, I got a phone call from him. Something about his toe being swollen and lots of pain. I didn't really take him seriously, I thought he was just trying to make me forget about our fight the other night.  It didn't make any sense, he woke up and his foot was messed up. He picked me up from work that day and I have no idea how he drove himself the twenty minutes it took to get to my job. He was in serious pain and could barely walk. As the days went by, it just got worse and worse until he was literally crawling around the house while I was in class.

One night after watching his face grimace with pain, I made an executive decision and took him to the ER despite his protests. The doctor took x-rays and did not find any physical reason for  his injury. He didn't fall, he didn't get hurt playing football, nothing. He just woke up and BAM...

We came back from the ER with crutches and tylenol, which really  pissed me off. They could've at least given him Perkasett.

A few days later the swelling went down and the pain dissipated. Of course he blames me but obviously I had no hand in this at all.

Role Reversal

My fiance and I went to the gym earlier this evening to work out. I was suffering from a case of cabin fever; as it has been raining nonstop for the past couple of days and I have no where to go since I'm done with classes (WHOHOO!!).

Anyways, usually when we go to they gym, he's the one pushing me and making me go harder. Sometimes it works, other times we're in the aerobics room arguing. Or rather I'm telling him what a lousy fiance/trainer he is. Whatever.

Tonight we were doing our sprint intervals on the treadmill and I don't know what it was but it seemed so easy for me. I found myself gliding along the treadmill with the just the faintest sheen of perspiration on my brow. My fiance was on the treadmill next to me practically bathing in his sweat. His wife beater was stuck to his body and he was panting like crazy. The treadmill was glistening wet from the sweat that was dripping from his body. Since evidently he didn't feel as if he suffered enough,  we did a couple more intervals and I dared to run at a higher level. When we finally finished, he needed a few minutes to rest, as he was doubled over from the exertion.

I didn't know what to do with myself. Secretly I wanted to gloat because I am always the one panting with my last breath. I'm always the one begging him to give me five more minutes to rest. I wanted to jump for joy, but I had to tend to my hubby.

So I laid him on the mat and stretched him out because poor thing, his shins were hurting. It made me so proud to see him in such a vulnerable position, one in which I am rarely allowed to see. It reminded me once again that under the tough exterior lies a soft heart.

But I'm still gloating until the next time we go the gym because he will try to redeem himself and kick my ass.