My Family

At the moment, my family is my husband Brent, my dog Sadie, and me. Although it may be a small family, it's the greatest family a girl could ask for. We are proud to announce that we are not not trying to have a baby. If God wills, then it will happen, but we are taking no precautions. Honestly, I cannot help but pray that God blesses us soon! Brent and I have been married for 10 months now, 11 months on the 22nd.

My husband is currently working at a dry cleaners. I am so happy that he recently made a decision to go back to school and study to be a Pharmacy Technician. Yay! I am working at JCPenney, selling fabulous shoes. Please, if you need shoes, come visit me. I'll hook you up! I am also a student. I love baking and so I am going to school to get my baking certificate first, and then possibly a culinary arts degree. With that, I hope to open my own bakery and coffee shop. It would be so much fun!

My dog Sadie? Well, she is five. I got her right before Brent and I got married. She is such an animated crazy dog! She is a jack russell terrior mix. We got her at the city shelter. I think everyone should own a dog. They are great friends! They always listen to you when you talk to them. They hang on your every word! Especially if you are rubbing their tummy at the same time. Sadie is my little bundle of joy...although, there are moments when it is a love/hate relationship.

I talk way too much. I think I will leave my first post at this:

Sonnet 130 by William Shakespeare
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes there is more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

Question: are love and lust mutually exclusive to Shakespeare, according to this poem?