5th Job Rejection, But Its Not Like I'm Counting

In an earlier post, I failed to include a fourth job rejection and today I can add one more to the growing list.

Before the rejection bothered me tremendously, but now I have a different attitude. I can't help but think of Matt Redmen's song, "Blessed Be Your Name."

"Blessed Be Your Name
In the land that is plentiful
Where your streams of abundance flow
Blessed be your name

Blessed Be Your name
When I'm found in the desert place
Though I walk through the wilderness
Blessed Be Your name

Every blessing you pour out
I'll turn back to praise
When the darkness closes in
Still I will say

Blessed be the name of the Lord
Blessed be Your name
Blessed be the name of the Lord
Blessed be Your glorious name

Blessed be Your name
When the sun's shining down on me
When the world's 'all as it should be'
Blessed be Your name

Blessed be Your name
On the road marked with suffering
Though there's pain in the offering
Blessed be Your name

You give and take away
You give and take away
My heart will choose to say
Lord Blessed be your name"

O Christmas Tree

I don't know about you, but I'm ready for Christmas.

This weekend Trey and I dressed the Christmas tree. I love having the tree up, especially in the living room because it's so inviting. But we really need to buy a skirt for the tree because right now we're using a towel so the stand won't scratch the floor.

Family, Food, & Football

It's over. Wow, this hosting Thanksgiving is hard work. Well, I'm glad to announce the turkey not only looked beautiful, but it was delicious. Not too dry and not too moist, but just right.

Here are a few pictures I managed to snap before 28 people stormed my house.

Like I mentioned, Thanksgiving is all about family, food, and football. Trey seems to think it's all football. As you can see my husband is ready and waiting on the couch for the game (wearing ofcourse Cowboy get-up).


Mom's to the rescue


This pie was a big hit


Angelica was ready to eat and couldn't help, but to dig in.


Look at that golden brown turkey. This was my first attempt to EVER make one.

Bright and Early

I've been up since 4 am working on the turkey! Right now I'm just killing time because every hour I have to butter the bird up. The day should be filled with 3 "F's": family, food, and football. Yesterday, Natasha and I did some serious baking.

So, this year I'm thankful for so much. I'm especially thankful for my family and my church family.

I better go because I need to do some work around the house.

Here's the supreme cheesecake
Here's Tasha displaying her proud veggie tray.

When I get around to it I'll post more pictures. Don't you love pictures? I do!

Much Needed Walk

So, I'm dealing with my third job rejection of the year. Yesterday, Amanda called and wanted to go for a walk and boy did I need it. I walked and in between the silence I thought about where my life is going and where I would like it to go. I always try to remain optimistic through everything. This year has been trying, but I do have so much to be thankful for.

On a more positive note, yesterday I had a job interview and we'll see what happens with that. I'm still working part-time at my other job which I absolutely enjoy, but I didn't go to school to be a part-timer.

Financial Peace

Trey and I have been attending a financial peace class at our church. You might know it. It's the Dave Ramsey video class. We've learned so much and it's been so helpful, especially since we're a young married couple.

The objective is about getting and staying out of debt....paying off all existing debt, paying off the home early, and finally investing. I think the biggest thing I've learned about myself is this money thing is primarily self-disciple.

Hands Down, But Not When You're Driving

You know those days when you get in the car and you feel like turning up the radio and singing to your favorite song as loud as you can? Well, earlier today I had to drive out of town to record a legal deposition. On my way home I was thinking of my junior year of high school and popped in a familiar tune of Dashboard. I reached over and cranked-up the radio and screamed the lyrics at the top of my lungs:

"Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember,
I'll always remember the sound of the stereo,
the dim of the soft lights,
the scent of your hair that you twirled in your fingers
and the time on the clock when we realized it's so late
and this walk that we shared together.
The streets were wet
and the gate was locked so I jumped it,
and I let you in.
And you stood at your door with your hands on my waist
and you kissed me like you meant it.
And I knew that you meant it,
that you meant it"

I'm so glad nobody was driving near my vehicle. I'm sure I looked like a mad women. But you know, it felt so good singing. It was great. I strongly recommend it.

Not a typical Sunday

Sunday's are typically relaxing with not much to do except go to church and come home. Trey normally sits on the couch from noon until night watching hours of football and I clean, but yesterday was different.

My mom called me and said Amy and I are on our way over to talk about Thanksgiving. I wasn't expecting any company, but I said sure. I received that call at 1 pm and by 4 pm we had a full house of people. It was nice seeing everyone and just hanging out. I don't know if I've mentioned this, but I'm making the turkey for Thanksgiving. I'm nervous, because the bird is the main dish....yikes! My mother-in-law is making the ham just in case.

Friends From LA

I received an e-mail from one of my old roommates and I really miss all of them. It'll be a year in December since I last saw them.
My roommates: Mary, Danielle, Jennifer, and Me. Sarah Bohl took the picture.
Last year when we had some rare-free time, we all went to the Santa Monica Pier.

Socializing a Doberman

A while back, my neighbor Amanda and I had talked about walking our dogs together. She has a boxer and I was worried that Bruiser, my Doberman, would freak-out when he saw her dog. But after I purchased that spiked collar for Bruiser I told her I felt more confident, so yesterday we arranged to go on the walk.

Before we met them outside, I talked to Bruiser like he was a human. I said, "I need for you to be on your best behavior because we're going to go walking with Amanda and her dog Sam." I think the chat helped because I didn't have any problems...and all this time I thought he only understood Spanish.

Remember The Thigh Master?

Grandma Mary has had this Thigh Master for 15 years. When we went to visit her we found it and couldn't resist.

1 of 18

So, this weekend Trey, my mom, Natasha, and I finally made the trip to Port Lavaca to celebrate my mom's birthday and to pick up the sofa that was given to me. We had a blast traveling and visiting with my relatives.


We spent some time with my grandmother, Grandma Mary. My grandmother has 18 grandchildren and I'm 1 of 18. Our family is multiplying like crazy and it seems like most of my cousins have kids.


P.S. Thanks for proofreading, Rosie.

Can you believe this guy?

Earlier this afternoon, I joined Trey at a restaurant for lunch. I sat at the booth and Trey excused himself to the bathroom. Shortly after he left the manager of the restaurant approached my table and asked, “What’s a pretty lady like you doing eating all by yourself? Don’t you have anybody to join you?” He was obviously hitting on me and I told him yeah, my husband is joining me. I looked across the place and saw Trey coming towards us. The manager looked over and saw Trey too. The manager looked embarrassed and said, “Oh, you’re married to him, he does the maintenance for us.”

Trey sat down with me and the guy made small talk with us and tried not show he was too embarrassed. It was so funny, but awkward. Later, I told Trey what happened and he just laughed at the whole thing. He said man, that guy has some balls approaching you like that. When we finished eating we went to pay for the bill and the manager said we didn’t have to pay. Once we exited the restaurant I jokingly told Trey the reason why it was free was because I slipped the guy my number….yeah, right.

Eugene H. Peterson's Remix

Lately I've been studying in a new Bible translation called the message. It's radically different compared to the NIV Bible. I'm not sure what other people think of this new translation, but I've really enjoyed the conversational style.

Here is a sample verse from I Corinthians 9:26-27
"I don't know about you, but I'm running hard for the finish line. I'm giving it everything I've got. No sloppy living for me! I'm staying alert and in top condition. I'm not going to get caught napping, telling everyone else all about it and then missing out myself."

A nice day to be indoors

It's a little cloudy and a little chilly. I feel like having the dogs inside and just relaxing.

Good Night

It's sort-of late, but I felt like writing. Trey and I just got home from the Abilene High football game and I'm so tired. We got season tickets and have one more home game to attend, before playoffs start. It's taken me awhile to understand how the game works, but I finally understand it. I want Trey to see that I'm trying to take interest in something that he absolutely loves. A few days ago I watched the movie "Fever Pitch" and couldn't help, but compare the lead actor to my husband's (sometimes unhealthy) obsession with football.

Well, I'm getting ready to go to sleep and Trey is heading out the door to go to work. Yeah, he's on call this weekend, which means 24-7. He has to answer the company pager, but hopefully he won't be out too late.

Cleaners Anonymous

To anyone who truly knows me, it's no secret that I'm a neat-freak. I like the house to be clean and in order. But yesterday, I was in a cleaning frenzy.



I was on my hands and knees scrubbing the base boards, color coordinating the closets, and rearranging the sock drawers... it was ridiculous. I think I need a full time job to exert more of my energy, because otherwise my cleaning might turn into a serious problem.

Don't Blame Me, Blame Our Culture

Another example of the internet age and "our" self-indulgent boredom.

Please refer to the sidebar.

The Bi-Racial Mariachi Band

Today I had lunch with my family at a Mexican restaurant. As we were eating, there was a Mariachi band entertaining the crowd. I leaned over and told Amy, my sister, I wanted to join a band like that. She thought I was joking, but I wasn't. Chances are, I probably won't, but I like the idea of dressing in the "Three Amigos" attire. Natasha plays the violin and she said she'd play as long as I play guitar, now all we need is a singer. I wonder if Trey would be up for it. Yeah right, it's bad enough I have pale white skin and can't speak a lick of Spanish, even though I'm Hispanic....all I need is a red-headed white boy singing in my band. I can imagine it now: The Bi-racial Mariachi Band.

Praise and Radiohead

Before I begin you must understand that I have this red notebook full of praise and worship music. Every now and then I pull out the dusty guitar and jam.

Now moving on to my story, Trey and I met today for lunch. Afterwards, we had some time to kill so we went out to the car to listen to music. He had a guy from work burn him some Christian music and he was expecting to hear that when he turned on the CD player. Well, instead of hearing nice Christian music he heard my favorite band instead, Radiohead. He absolutely hates their music and he doesn't know good music when he hears it. He told me, "Dominique, you must worship this band because I was looking through your music folder and I saw their music in there." Trey is so funny sometimes. Even though I knew he was joking, he said it so seriously I almost thought he was genuinely concerned about the welfare of my worship. Trey's such a dork sometimes.