My Stitch Fix Arrived! 

My Stitch Fix Arrived! 

I wasn’t sure what to expect when I signed up for my first fix, and I was annoying my family every day until it came. 

Well it came today!

My daughter and I sat on my bed and looked in the box.

I instantly loved the bracelet! At first I was like ooo a blue shirt? Let’s try this:

Cute top right? It was $15 more than I wanted to spend though.

How cute is this lace top? Made in USA.

I love lace. Love! So first purchase!

Also note the shorts, so cute right? Except I don’t think I’ve ever bought shorts, usually I just cut up last season’s Old Navy jeans, so back they go! 

How cute was this maternity dress? Done!

So summary: I bought 1 lace shirt and 1 pink dress, I almost bought the bacelet but last minute I remembered I had to buy my cousin a wedding gift, so I didn’t. I would have bought everything in the box but the median price point was $60…I’m used to spending $20 per item. The total box was $191.50 — after the discount. So I bought the 2 I really truly loved. I also signed up for my next fix, but I’m not rich so it will be here 3 months from now. Yes! You can order Stitch Fix to be quarterly.



I love gyros. But you knew that! My family has a long history of loving Greek food. 

The other day my wonderful husband took me to Western Beef (Sandalfoot & 441) and I found everything I need to make gyros! This morning I made my usual Cuban coffee, and then I happily prepared my own homemade gyro! Recipe below.

Side note: how cute is my baby bump here? 

What you’ll need: 

  • Pita bread
  • Cucumber
  • Tomato
  • Chicken (or lamb or beef)
  • Tahini (you can make this from scratch but I don’t).
  • Lettuce (I like romaine). 
  • Pepper (to taste)
  • Garlic (to taste)
  • 1 TSP Olive oil
  • Note: I also add homemade hummus, although it could be the pregnancy).

What you do:

  1. Heat up your pita – this makes it easiee to work with.
  2. If you’re pregnant like me spread hummus all over.
  3. Slice up the cucumbers and tomatoes and add them. 
  4. Chop up your chosen meat and add them.
  5. Add bits of lettuce.
  6. Add seasoning.
  7. Drizzle tahini over it all.
  8. Fold into itself and wrap in tin foil. 
  9. Open at lunch and enjoy!
One Day I’m gonna write a chick lit novel

One Day I’m gonna write a chick lit novel

Happy Friday everyone! Next week I have some guest posts prepared for you since I’m sure you want me to get back to recipes instead of talking about temp work. So today is the last day I’ll talk about my summer job…

So TODAY is day 3 at the new assignment. Textbook people are humorless, but I sincerely believe it is because they have no windows. The permanents seem to like their work, but they don’t like small talk or get-to-know you talk. 

The manager is a go-getter, by-the-book, every-jot-and-tiddle type of woman. Her underlings are a blonde all-American type and a happy Bahamian woman with great clothes. There will be 2 more temps in our stuffy office before summer is through, and I’m curious to see who will join our team. 

The Cosmetics Lab dumped me.

The Cosmetics Lab dumped me.

So as I mentioned yesterday, I had a beautiful first week at my summer job – at a cosmetics lab. It was really cool to see how modern Orthodox Jews combined kosher laws with fashion trends. The office was across from a beautiful lake and my desk had a perfect view. Also they were always feeding me. I got along with everyone – especially the sales and marketing team, however as a summer temp, when the temp agency told them I was pregnant & would need time for appointments etc they tearfully told me they would need someone more… Well less pregnant…because tradeshow season is cpming up etc etc…

“Not to worry,” the temp agency told me, “We have something better for you.” 

They moved me to the Events department at a Textbook Publishing Company. I tell myself I am thankful for work in the windowless office where my cubicle is hidden behind a filing cabinet (don’t put baby in a corner), the people are grammar police and I thank God its only for the summer. 

The cosmetics lab was more fun. 

My Ministry?

My Ministry?

Some people have ministries that pay for their life. Some people have ministries that draw crowds from all corners of the earth.  This is not my ministry.  My ministry is more personal. More quite.

“Ministry” in the religious sense means “holy orders” or “the person or thing through which something is accomplished” or “duties.”  In this way if asked I would tell you my ministry mandate from heaven is to pray for those I meet. Prayer is my ministry.  Whether its the girl in the checkout aisle at Publix, or the girl I sat next to on the bus in 8th grade, that’s what I do. What do I pray for these people I run into? Usually I pray that they have a great day, that they experience a key success in their life, and that they feel closer to God, truly loved by Him. Sometimes in other circumstances I’ll pray for healing of their ankle/toe/back or whatever.  Its my conversation with my God, and its an invisible and (I believe) and effective way of helping them.

I’m sure other people will say, “words are nice and all but can’t you do any physical good for people?” And I would respond to yes, Yes I can, and I do.  I do many food drives, donations, homeless helping, walking for a cause etc., yet without praying for all those involved I feel like my acts of Christian service are shallow. Because at the end of this life, your soul survives, more than your external circumstances.

In different seasons of my life this has looked differently. Once I had a spreadsheet, once it was names on a sticky note on my mirror, once it was saved text messages, things change seasonally, and the number of people I’m praying blessings for change according to how I feel lead by the Spirit. Do you do this?

What would you call your ministry?

My Husband: A Summary?

My Husband: A Summary?

You might know, but this blog I use a non-de-plume for our last name “Meta” means “Goal” in Spanish, and it works for us because together we have a lot of goals.

My husband has three different jobs.  He works at a university by day, and personally trains retirees in the evenings and weekends. His third job is being a personal trainer on a fitness app.  As if this wasn’t enough on top of being a husband and father, he is a bodybuilder.  He has competed in 17 local and state competitions.  This summer he is going to compete in another one, so his diet and fitness regimen is very intense and very strict. Not only that, but he is going to be doing this sport naturally. I don’t know if you know much about this sport, but it is very hard to go pro naturally.  Most of the men you see making a living off of body building are using something. Not my husband. He’s legit. I hope he wins in June because it will say a lot for his lifestyle, and the show is a national qualifier, so if her wins the one in June, he needs to win 2 more before he’ll be at pro level.

How exciting is that?

Have I told you how we met? We met 7 years ago while I was in town visiting my parents. I was dating someone else, but my parents and sisters did not like this other guy. They had good reasons too.  Anyway so one day my mom and I walked into the gym and my mom went to be trained by my husband.  She offered to pay for me to train with him too, and I said no.  I didn’t want to cut into his hour with her.

So we became friends, but nothing more for a long time.  Two years later, I was single and I moved to town.  We became friends, and he always tried to ask me out.  I said no at least three times (personal trainers and bodybuilders have bad reputations). Finally three years ago we went out on our first date.  My only stipulation was that he had to take me someplace where he had never taken another girl, and I let him know right from the beginning that I this time around wanted to wait until I was married to have sex. He went out with me anyway.

Six months later we were engaged.

One year after getting engaged we were married. Our pastor lauded our relationship, telling others that the respect we showed for one another and our friendship that had blossomed into love was the way he thought people should do relationships.

One month after getting married, I was pregnant.  Every American laughed at us and called my daughter “Honeymoon Special” until she was born, however my Colombian family said that in that country if you come home from the honeymoon and you’re not pregnant, you need to work on your *relationship* a little. Ha ha.

Throughout the first pregnancy my husband vacillated between being super understanding and amazing. I gained 43 pounds during that pregnancy and I was terrified I would never lose it again.  After the dr gave the ok, my husband helped me work it all off.

Then I got pregnant again. Throughout this pregnancy he’s been pretty wonderful. Although this time around he won’t pay for ice-cream 😦

I’m thankful for him.  And you know what’s funny? I’m a book worm, and I’ve never been drawn to other bookworms. I’ve always had a thing for jocks or musicians. And since I was a little girl I always thought I would end up with an athlete.

What about you? If you’re married, did you think you would end up with the kind of spouse you have? Are you two more alike in habits or are you very different?  If you are single, what kind of spouse do you think would work for you?