Nude, dude.


BCBGeneration – The Renee evening sandals.
4.5 inch heels, rhinestone covered straps.

I go through these phases where I blow money on the most unnecessary things.  Let me explain, shoes are not unnecessary however I do consider them to be more of a luxury than a necessity. So technically I don’t need to buy these sparkly-make-me-feel-like-Carrie-Bradshaw shoes but when I’m walking through the store and they literally scream at me (the shoes, not the employees [I hear voices?] ), practically begging me to buy them.. I can’t help but reluctantly hand over my black mastercard for the size six in nude.

Just as the cheerful-as-a-jolly-judy would, the woman thanked me with a big smile on her face as she handed me the bag with the receipt placed in it. You would think that’s it, right? I can leave the store and not make another purchase– at least not for shoes. Yeah, that’s where you’re wrong. I was close to the door when I saw these nude ankle boots that was made me say, “what’s one more?”. Part of me was hoping that they didn’t have my size because that would be the only excuse for me to not buy these sexy-Rachel-Bilson-posing shoes. BUT of course, as the Shoe Gods would have it, they had it in my size as well as four different colors. 


Bag: DSW
Shoes: Calvin Klein

I had originally gone in the store to purchase a Christmas present, but instead left with these two gems as well as two pairs of boating shoes. Why would I need sperrys now? I don’t know but I got them. -Shoeaholic.


Happiness is your lifesaver.


I am Callous Christina. It is much easier to want, need, and dream than it is to work, earn and accept. According to Wikipedia, “Happiness is a mental or emotional state of well-being characterized by positive or pleasant emotions ranging from contentment to intense joy”. For me, this “intense joy” usually comes in forms of shoes. I spend more time thinking about my future than I do paying attention to what is going on in the present. Everyday I wake up telling my self that “one day, you will be immensely happy—when you finally move into that big house with a closet that is comparable to Carrie Bradshaw’s in “Sex and the City”, drive that brand new car [preferably a Mercedes convertible], doing that dream job [Dr. Le delivering babies], be featured in some fitness magazine as a motivational figure, and also be married to a dashingly handsome scholar of some sort [or James Franco, because any other man would be subpar]. I know these things would make me happy. They say “money can’t buy happiness” but these materialistic gains would really help. Thinking about my lovely future makes me happier than a unicorn eating sparkly oats while galloping over a rainbow.

If everything goes as planned and I get all the things that I have ever dreamed of then the security of my happiness is promising.  What about now though? What about this present time? People are always talking about how we should just learn how to appreciate what we have and be happy with it. “Appreciate all the little things”, “It’s the little things that count”, and so on and so forth. What I got from all these little life affirmations is that I should be happy while living from paycheck to paycheck. I should be happy being a single mom as well as a fulltime student who is working forty plus hours a week. I should be happy that my social life is comparable to Seth Cohen’s before Ryan Atwood. (That was an O.C. reference for those who didn’t get it.) I should be happy seeing most of my friends get all these big people jobs while I’m still here dreaming of being happy.  That’s the problem with me.

 I’m a dreamer.


 A dreamer without plans. Needless to say, I do not currently like my life. I’m almost resentful towards God for not blessing me with a life like Miranda Kerr’s. I blame my parents for possessing the recessive alleles to give a short phenotype. You see all these other people out there making names for themselves: becoming veterinarians, going off to law school, winning these fitness competitions, and being able to afford a Chanel bag without worrying about making rent. I’m even envious of those who get to do humanitarian trips to other countries when I’m stuck here because I would never be able to leave my son for a long period of time. This is why I tell others that if they think about having kids, they should consider getting a dog first. At least with dogs you can neglect them for a bit or leave them at a kennel when you want to take a trip. People are living the lives that I only dream of living. If someone were to ask me how I would describe my life right now… it’s simple. I can describe it in three words.

 My life sucks.

My organizational skills are simple: I have none. I have all these great ideas but do you know how often I follow through with those? Put it this way, I can count on one hand (or maybe half a finger) of all the things that I have completed on my extensive to-do list. Such as my sad attempt at Norwich University, as well as University of Southern Mississippi, wanting to become a Commissioned Officer in the Army, then wanting to become a pilot, and even wanting to try all these new gluten free recipes. I think I just let the ideas form but once I let it ruminate a bit, I begin to realize that all my ideas requires me to overcome by dominating trait of laziness. There was a time where I thought I would travel the world and maybe become some sort of activist, comparable to Sophia Bush or Olivia Wilde. Perhaps even build a school or just help out with local things around here. Even with community service, I come up with ideas of all the things I can do but then make up excuses as to why I can’t do it: “I’m too busy”, “No one will do it with me”, “Maybe tomorrow”, “Maybe next week”. Well, those weeks turned into months and guess what? I’m still here. With the same dreams and no actions. So I have dreams!  That’s great! It would be fine if I just had dreams and can accept the fact that it won’t be easy to make them come true and be happy with it. Yet, I’m not. I’m not happy with my life. Somewhere along the line I turned into such a negative person. I blamed everything on everyone. I was so angry all the time. Crying that life isn’t fair.

So I don’t know when it happened. It might have been when my son began singing the ABCs. Or it could have been when that stranger reciprocated my smile with theirs though they looked miserable beforehand. It also could have been woman at the Walmart profusely thanking and blessing me for donating two dollars to her red bucket. Something just came to me and I began trying to look at the positive side of things. I read Miranda Kerr’s “Treasure Yourself” book at this café in my hometown. Though I originally bought the book because I’m a huge fan of Miranda, I actually enjoyed the quick read. What I got from it is that you have to learn to love yourself and love the life you’re given. There are people who have it much worse.

My best friend and I talk about our dreams for the future on a daily basis. It’s nice to have someone who understands you and don’t view your dreams to be silly. Or maybe she does but she would never tell me that I couldn’t do it. She would fully tell me up and down that I can and even throw up some witty compliment to make me feel good.My mother tries to tell me to be realistic and she’s not too supportive of some of my life goals but who can blame her with my track record of  the incomplete to-do lists. But I digress. What I’m trying to say is that life is hard. Life is work. Life is just life. How we look at life is up to us. I could keep doing what I have always done and just dream but never act. Say but never do. Be disappointed but never change. I can either dwell or motivate myself. This will be my first step to change. I want to appreciate life. I want to see all the beautiful things that life has to offer. I want to just take this opportunity to do anything and everything that I’m capable of doing. Really believe that “nothing is impossible”. I want this blog to show who I am and all that I love. My amazing photographer friend, Shawn Pearce, will be helping me see all the beauty through his photos for this blog. Whether it’s on my little adventures through the Christina wonderland (all through MA and RI), fashion, books, scattered thoughts—whatever. I just want this to set the foundation to being Cheerful Christina.


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