Like T.I. Said, I Got Big Thangs Poppin'

So, I'm slacking [again]...gots to do better...

Anywho, I figured I'd better drop a little something-something before the few blog followers I DO have, lose interest all together.

I obviously can't regurgitate all the happenings of the past 5 months (nor do I even want to), but just know that things have been...well, I'll just say 'complicated'.

I won't focus on any of that though, instead I'll bring you up to speed on the more current goingson.

Let's see...I flew out to Dallas last month for a Christian Book Writer's Convention with my grandfather...he has sort of written me into the family business, as an agent/proposal writer.

I'm sort of at odds about the whole arrangment. I LOVE writing, and I love and respect my Papa and would have an awesome time working with him...but, I think considering the very nature of the business, I feel my involvment would have at least somewhat of a bit of hypocrisy tied to it. Yes, I am a Christian, but I wouldn't say I'm devout. I still go out to clubs/bars on occassion, I still drink on occassion, I still listen to secular music, etc. I just don't know if my current lifestyle would reflect well...I mean, not that I'm some devil child or something, but still, ugh. Anyways...

While I was in Dallas, there was an audition for America's Next Top Model. For those of you that don't know, the next cycle of the show is going to be 5'7 and UNDER. It's always only ever been 5'7 and ABOVE. I had gone to an audition before, here in Huntsville, years ago...but got shot down before I even got a chance to stand in line; "oh honey, you're too short, sorry." Hmph. So, I went to the audition, I made it to what I would call Round 2 (past the first judge's table), and got cut shortly thereafter. I would liked to have made it all the way through, but I honestly can't say I was all that disappointed, I felt pretty honored to have even made it past the first round of selections.

Speaking of modeling though, one day last week, I was contacted on ModelMayhem in reference to my availability for a Saturday shoot for Elleira Couture (http://www.elleiracouture.com/). So we all met up at The Mod Squad Salon on Saturday at 11, and we didn't finish the shoot with the photographer, Bill Vaughn(www.billvaughnphotography.com), until around 4 or 5 that evening, but what fun! Everyone was so nice, and I think the pictures turned out really nicely. Here are mine:




I did some networking and will hopefully get to work with Bill and some other folks again in the near future.

What else is new...oh yeeeah, something I'm SUPER excited about is...after several years of hoping and wanting and missing opportunities, I am FINALLY scheduled (Aug.1st @ 3pm) to get tattooed by Miya Bailey. Miya is a tattoo artist whose portfolio I first saw on Myspace, and was BLOWN AWAY. He works at The City of Ink in ATL. Dude is SO good in fact that there is a deposit required to even set an appointment. He's booked through July...yeah, he's that good. I don't think I'll say anything else, I'll just let his work speak for him:

Besides his OBVIOUS talent, something that really struck me with him, is a couple years ago when I first contacted him about inking me. I remember I'd started to tell him what kind of tattoo I wanted, and he cut me short...he told me he didn't need me to tell him what I wanted, that he likes to meet his clients in person and get a feel for who/how they are, and he builds the tattoo specifically for them. That alone blew me away...you do realize what that means, right? He creates 100% unique tattoos for each person, you never have to worry about seeing the same thing on someone else. How awesome is that? I do need to decide where I'm going to get it placed. It's either going to be my shoulder/partial half sleeve, or, going down my side/ribs. Opinions? I'm leaning towards the shoulder, we'll see. Also, my friend who is a pretty amazing celebrity photographer, Dennis Tortora, who currently resides in Atlanta, wants to shoot the whole session, this should be fun, fun, fun! I know some pretty freaking talented people, lucky me, here's some of Dennis' work:

Pretty dope, right? Yeah, I know.

What else, what else...oh yeah, so, how about I'm throwing my very first baby shower?!?! Yeah, me of all people. I'll let you know how it goes...it's Saturday at noon.

Other than that, not much going on here...Thursday night, I'm off to see Ernie Halter at 3rd & Lindsley in Nashville...don't know who Ernie is? He's only one of my MOST FAVORITEST (yeah, favoritEST) musicians. And Saturday night, I'm off to see Josh Hoge at 12th & Porter in Nashville. I normally see them together, but they're doing solo shows now, so, I'll fit 'em in where I can get 'em in! They may easily be my favorite two live performers (and nothing holds a candle to live music, in my opinion).Here they are together, check them out, they're both friggin' AMAZING!


I have to include Josh doing "Ain't No Sunshine"...it's my favorite part of his shows. I LOVE how he gets into it...artists with passion are my cup 'o tea.


I guess that's it...oh yeah, I FINALLY got my wheels back on my car, so I'm feeling a lot better about that as well...

Okay, I gotta go, so, hollerrrrrrrr!

P.S. To all my coffee drinkers, please check out http://www.mochaclub.org/ ...well worth your time, and your $7 if you ask me...you know if I'm doing it, then it must be cool. :)

Declare Yourself

Four years ago, I voted.

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Four years before that, I voted.

Neither time did it turn out the way I would have hoped (or even prayed), but, it has not deterred me from casting my vote in this election.

Today, I will vote.

This, my friends, is a time in history that will be captured (is, and has been), no matter what the outcome. My grandmother is nearly eighty years old, and she voted this year, for the first time in her life. This election has given determination to individuals who have never had faith that their vote would be counted. They’ve not only registered for the first time, but more importantly, exercised their RIGHT to VOTE. I don’t care who you are, you have to admit that that speaks volumes. This election, has restored faith and encouragement to believe in a system that was put in place for the people.

I’m not going to spend my time getting into the politics of this election, because, Lord knows, that’s been done enough over the past several months (hi, my name is Robyn, and I’m a survivor of political burnout, lol). I will say this, I hope that no matter who wins this election, the next president we elect, has it in his heart, to do what’s right BY the people, and FOR the people.

And in case you’re wondering, I have no shame in saying my vote goes to Obama. For those of you who may be ignorantly assuming that his race is what fuels my desire to see him as president…you’re sorely wrong, as you and I both well know what ASS-uming does. Lucky for me, I am (not too toot my own horn, okay, maybe just a little *toot-toot*) an intelligent young woman…more importantly, I’m fair, you’ll never catch me being one-sided (and I can say that with true conviction). I have done my research on BOTH candidates (which far exceeds reading and believing email forwards on either candidate—I’m the person that will get that forward and follow up with some actual research…and nine times out of ten, they prove to be untrue) and am aware of what both *claim* (because let’s face it, until either of them proves it, that’s all it is, a claim) to have to offer America, ALL of America, not just its upper-crust citizens.

Anyways, no matter who you’re voting for, DECLARE YOURSELF, get out and vote.

P.S. I reaaally hope, that no matter who wins, all of the people who have felt so vehemently all this time, about Americans supporting their president, continue to feel this way.

Pay Attention

It's been a while since I've written anything, but, now, I feel compelled.

I've been on God's green earth for a mere twenty-seven years, but I've done a lot, and seen a lot more. I've experienced joys that some people will never know their whole lives, and pains that I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. We'd all like to think that we know it all . . . truth be told, we don't even know the half of it. Armed with our shield of common sense, we're quick to dispel any notions of falling victim to life's daggers of stupidity . . . "I'd never do that" . . ."how could he have been so naive?!?" . . ."oh my GOSH, doesn't she have any common sense?!?" . . ."hell, if it were me . . ." . . .but you know, the irony lies in the hypocrisy of those very statements, because, well, we've ALL been there. We've all (at some point) walked into the battle knowing that we'd be going to war, and though in every instance, the choice of turning back was ours all along, still, we trudged forward into the enemy's territory. We knew that our chance of victory was a moderate one, but our BIGGEST hopes usually lie in the smallest glimmer of possibility. When we finally face the enemy and the battle is lost, it really shouldn't come as a surprise, and yet . . .the pain seems to resonate from the core of our very being--because, we knew better all along. And in the aftermath of destruction, we can't help but to want to point the finger; place the burden of fault upon someone else's shoulder . . .but eventually, we all realize that when we point the finger at someone else, there are 3 more pointing right back in our direction. Maybe your enemy is an addiction--maybe alcohol or drugs, or maybe even sex, has you in its grips, and in the beginning, you knew that it would ruin you, but you hoped you could handle it . . .or maybe your enemy is depression or self-depreciation, maybe it's consumed you and turned your life upside down, and in the beginning, you figured it was just a phase, you hoped that you could just deal with it on your own . . .maybe it's a boyfriend/girlfriend that you became involved with and knew they could never be faithful (even if they swore their love for you was stronger than their love for life itself), but you hoped you'd be different, you hoped you'd be worth being faithful to. What/Whoever your enemy is, know this, know that they do not have to be the victor. They may win the battle(s), but it's up to y-o-u, to win the war. Pick yourself UP, dust yourself OFF, let GO of your defeatist attitude, and HOLD ON to God, because NO weapon formed against Him shall prosper. Let it be a lesson, to yourself, and maybe even others. Remember, experience is life's greatest teacher, but it's up to you, to pay attention in class.

Dismissed.

The More Things Change, The More They Stay the Same

Well, I'm better than I was when I last blogged..and yet, I'm still not there yet.

I keep thinking back to happier times...



..and I just can't seem to shake him.

I've had the opportunity to date other people. But things just never seem to add up. Either I'm completely not interested or there's some other issues.

One thing I can say about MP is, I never really had trust issues with him. I never worried about him cheating on me. There was one girl that I had my thoughts about, but I never really thought he would do anything with her while we were together, and to this day, I believe that he didn't.

I don't trust easily, especially when I feel that people are not being completely honest with me..as honest as I am with them.

I'm the type of person that when I'm committed to someone, I am just that, committed. Naturally, people are going to approach me. People are going to want to talk to/date me, but, if I'm involved, that's a no-go.

It seems to me that people are never satisfied with what they've got, so they're always open to something better. This is why I don't date. It's exactly why I swore off dating in the beginning of the year. I somehow decided to give it a chance, but I'm definitely having second thoughts about that. I don't want to be crushed again. I don't want to revisit the place that I'm trying to get so far away from. A broken heart is the worst pain that I've ever had to deal with. And you never know what it's like until you've gone through it, and even when you have it's nearly incomprable to the next person. Know what I mean.

Anyways, I saw MP yesterday...and we actually spoke for a few minutes. It wasn't like the other times that we've seen each other and said a maximum of 3 words. We actually had a conversation...nothing deep, but it was nice none-the-less. He starts school today, which made me extremely proud of him, though I didn't express that to him.

Seeing him, talking to him...probably not the best thing for me, being that I'm not over him, but I did enjoy every second of it. I miss him still. I miss being able to openly hang out with him...going out or just chilling inside cuddled up on the couch with Ramsey (his dog).

Why can't I have those days back?

I appreciate myself...I feel that I should be sufficient, well, more than sufficient as a counterpart, so then, how come I'm the only one that feels that way...