Growing up my mamma would always tell me the best way to begin to feel better is to get dressed up, put on some makeup and look better. Well, that's what I did today. Honestly, the only thing I got out of it was a few compliments, but I still felt empty. Church was kinda rough. I couldn't sing, couldn't really get into the Sunday School lesson, didn't talk much, and definitely wasn't as affectionate as I usually am on Sunday mornings. Then I got back home and started cutting out recipes from my People magazines. RECIPES!! (This is SO not me!) I think all day today has been an out-of-body experience. Days like this are few and far-between, but when they hit...they usually hit pretty hard.
I believe it was Elizabeth Taylor who said "Pour yourself a drink, put on some lipstick, and pull yourself together." This is pretty much what my mother is saying to me (minus the drink, of course). I do love her for it, but I'm not one to put my makeup on to go to the grocery store. I've never been one to "gussy up" on a regular basis...so when I do spend a little more time on myself it does make me feel a little better for a while. Who doesn't enjoy compliments?!? I'll admit...I'm a bit vain.
God's gotta help me get through this, because nobody else has seemed to really do that. I think I'm gonna stop talking to people about my problems altogether, except for maybe my therapist. Everybody has their opinions and life experiences they've shared, but to quote Red "Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn." This is my life, and Lord knows I'm trying to make the most of it. To do this, I've gotta have the right kind of guidance. As much as I love my friends and family, I'm keeping my personal life personal from now on I think. So there.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Monday, October 3, 2011
Hurry up and wait.
Have you ever felt like something in your life is meant to be permanent, yet life throws a curve ball and makes you wait for it? I hate having to be patient! Pretty much my whole life has been laid like bricks in front of me. Not many people can say that. I definitely recognize that fact as a true blessing in my life. What sucks is when something comes along that I really have to be patient and WAIT for...there lies the pigments of my "true colors." I know I'm meant to have this...why can't I have it now? Yes, I'm blogging about it, praying, and talking about it with pretty much every one of my girlfriends, but it still doesn't change the fact that I have to continue to ask for patience every second of the day!
Today I got my permanent lipstick redone...so I pretty much look like I have SUPER dark lipstick on...and my lips are pretty swollen, so I'm going to be doing my best to stay out of society this week. I do have some continuing education stuff to work on for my LMT renewal coming up at the end of the year, but it's probably not going to take me ALL week. :/ I wish this situation at hand would go ahead and resolve itself, but I know in my heart that if it is to resolve the right way, that it's going to take time. Sucks.
At least the weather is nice this time of year! Yesterday I ran 8 miles. I think I'll be ready for my half marathon in Vegas in 2 months at this rate! The amazing part is...I'm not even that sore this morning. Usually after a long run like that I'm falling on my face getting out of bed! Maybe the fact that I stayed in the hot tub for 3 hours afterwards helped. Maybe.
Well, here goes what will hopefully be a productive week!
Today I got my permanent lipstick redone...so I pretty much look like I have SUPER dark lipstick on...and my lips are pretty swollen, so I'm going to be doing my best to stay out of society this week. I do have some continuing education stuff to work on for my LMT renewal coming up at the end of the year, but it's probably not going to take me ALL week. :/ I wish this situation at hand would go ahead and resolve itself, but I know in my heart that if it is to resolve the right way, that it's going to take time. Sucks.
At least the weather is nice this time of year! Yesterday I ran 8 miles. I think I'll be ready for my half marathon in Vegas in 2 months at this rate! The amazing part is...I'm not even that sore this morning. Usually after a long run like that I'm falling on my face getting out of bed! Maybe the fact that I stayed in the hot tub for 3 hours afterwards helped. Maybe.
Well, here goes what will hopefully be a productive week!
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
"Houzz" it going?
Today's been one of those days when I despise being a female! For some reason, the Good Lord blessed me with a double-dose of "woman problems" once a month. I was pretty much in bed 'til 6pm...talk about a drag! On one hand, it was nice to kinda have a day to chill out, but on the other hand...kinda sucked big-time as far as the pain I was in!
Besides the fact that I did catch up on some rest, one other good thing came out of my sick day: I planned my house. Now, I'm not buying for another 6 months at least, but it's never too early to start planning, right? A friend of mine introduced me to Houzz app for my iPad. Oh. My. Gosh. I have spent the entire day today on that app...looking at furniture, drooling over houses, and picking out wall colors and window treatments. I pretty much have my entire house planned to a tee!
I'm big into modern homes - never been into Southern Living or Pottery Barn...I don't want to walk in my own house and feel like I'm going to break something if I breathe wrong...and I hate gardening and cooking. Those are the "biggies" in both those magazines, so no thanks! My housing magazine of choice would have to be DWELL. Love it! Anyway, this Houzz app has a ton of cool modern homes and designer decorations. I've had the best time just scrolling through and wiping drool. Can't wait to have my own place!!!
Besides the fact that I did catch up on some rest, one other good thing came out of my sick day: I planned my house. Now, I'm not buying for another 6 months at least, but it's never too early to start planning, right? A friend of mine introduced me to Houzz app for my iPad. Oh. My. Gosh. I have spent the entire day today on that app...looking at furniture, drooling over houses, and picking out wall colors and window treatments. I pretty much have my entire house planned to a tee!
I'm big into modern homes - never been into Southern Living or Pottery Barn...I don't want to walk in my own house and feel like I'm going to break something if I breathe wrong...and I hate gardening and cooking. Those are the "biggies" in both those magazines, so no thanks! My housing magazine of choice would have to be DWELL. Love it! Anyway, this Houzz app has a ton of cool modern homes and designer decorations. I've had the best time just scrolling through and wiping drool. Can't wait to have my own place!!!
Friday, September 9, 2011
Summer Sweep-away: Bath Junkie Edition.
About 2 weeks ago I decided it was time to clean my bathroom...and by this point, it was more like PURGE my bathroom. See, usually I do this kind of thing once a year. Nope, it's probably been a couple of years now. Sad.
Well, anyway, I got to work. I cleaned out every stinkin' drawer, wiped it down, threw half the contents away, then organized what was left over very neatly back in that clean drawer. Then....I ended up in the cabinet above the toilet. You know the one...with all the shampoos, bubble baths, lotions, etc. Yeah, this is where my story gets interesting.
You see, both Mallory and I have shared a bathroom growing up. Since we've gotten older and periodically moved out of the house, we would come back, bring our bath junk, and usually end up leaving it. Both she and I would also buy some bath product, see a commercial for something better on TV, and buy that without finishing what we started using in the first place. We're just girls like that I guess.
During my purge I counted (are you ready for this? Sit down.): 15 shampoos and conditioners, 13 lotions, 6 bubble baths and body/face scrubs, 4 foot creams and 2 self-tanners. ...and go ahead and throw in the partridge in a pear tree for cryin' out loud! Yeah.
So I'm now on a mission: No buying anymore bath crap until the crap I've got has been used up! It's probably going to take until next Fall, but hey...I'll be saving money, right? This past week I used the last tiny bits of a couple of my shampoo/conditioner sets and a small B&BW lotion bottle: Moonlight Path. It's probably one of my favorites...even though that store can sometimes give me the stink eye. Whatever. Right now I have so much stuff on me I could slip-n-slide a la carte down a gravel road! No joke...
Word to the wise woman: USE YOUR BATH JUNK BEFORE IT BECOMES JUNK!
Well, anyway, I got to work. I cleaned out every stinkin' drawer, wiped it down, threw half the contents away, then organized what was left over very neatly back in that clean drawer. Then....I ended up in the cabinet above the toilet. You know the one...with all the shampoos, bubble baths, lotions, etc. Yeah, this is where my story gets interesting.
You see, both Mallory and I have shared a bathroom growing up. Since we've gotten older and periodically moved out of the house, we would come back, bring our bath junk, and usually end up leaving it. Both she and I would also buy some bath product, see a commercial for something better on TV, and buy that without finishing what we started using in the first place. We're just girls like that I guess.
During my purge I counted (are you ready for this? Sit down.): 15 shampoos and conditioners, 13 lotions, 6 bubble baths and body/face scrubs, 4 foot creams and 2 self-tanners. ...and go ahead and throw in the partridge in a pear tree for cryin' out loud! Yeah.
So I'm now on a mission: No buying anymore bath crap until the crap I've got has been used up! It's probably going to take until next Fall, but hey...I'll be saving money, right? This past week I used the last tiny bits of a couple of my shampoo/conditioner sets and a small B&BW lotion bottle: Moonlight Path. It's probably one of my favorites...even though that store can sometimes give me the stink eye. Whatever. Right now I have so much stuff on me I could slip-n-slide a la carte down a gravel road! No joke...
Word to the wise woman: USE YOUR BATH JUNK BEFORE IT BECOMES JUNK!
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Dead Horse
Lent.
In the Catholic practice, (I single-out Catholics because it is the most widely known religion that practices what I'm about to elaborate on...) forty days are supposed to be devoted to prayer, reflection, almsgiving and sacrifice in the name of Jesus...called Lent. These forty days are between Ash Wednesday and Easter Sunday. This is a time of gratefulness and gratitude for the ultimate sacrifice made by Jesus Christ. Well, that's what it's supposed to be for.
Now, I'm not Catholic. ...just throwin' that curve ball right now before I continue. I am, however, a Christian. Jesus Christ is, indeed my Lord and Savior. With that said, here's what I think about Lent: We're not only screwing things up MAJORLY, but we're essentially "beating a dead horse." (Please excuse the use of a very bad analogy right there.) I don't practice Lent. Never have, probably never will.
We as children of Christ are supposed to strive to act like Christ, am I right? Well please, for the love of God, tell me where in the Bible Jesus partied it up with his "homies," got slap drunk off his butt, passed out, then decided the next day that it was time to make His sacrifice? WHERE??? This brings me to another point...sacrifice. Jesus made the ultimate sacrifice when He brutally died on the cross for our sins, correct? That was to be the "war to end all wars," so-to-speak; the final point to free humans from our ever-bounding sin. Then why, pray tell, are we still thinking we have to sacrifice? Yes, I understand that this is tradition. It's symbolism. It's humbling, humiliating, selfless...ok, ok. ...except for the fact that it's not selfless. What we are really doing is showing God how "great" we are because we gave up cokes for over a month. Get Real! Why are we trying to revert back to the ways before Salvation? Why beat a dead horse?
In the Catholic practice, (I single-out Catholics because it is the most widely known religion that practices what I'm about to elaborate on...) forty days are supposed to be devoted to prayer, reflection, almsgiving and sacrifice in the name of Jesus...called Lent. These forty days are between Ash Wednesday and Easter Sunday. This is a time of gratefulness and gratitude for the ultimate sacrifice made by Jesus Christ. Well, that's what it's supposed to be for.
Now, I'm not Catholic. ...just throwin' that curve ball right now before I continue. I am, however, a Christian. Jesus Christ is, indeed my Lord and Savior. With that said, here's what I think about Lent: We're not only screwing things up MAJORLY, but we're essentially "beating a dead horse." (Please excuse the use of a very bad analogy right there.) I don't practice Lent. Never have, probably never will.
We as children of Christ are supposed to strive to act like Christ, am I right? Well please, for the love of God, tell me where in the Bible Jesus partied it up with his "homies," got slap drunk off his butt, passed out, then decided the next day that it was time to make His sacrifice? WHERE??? This brings me to another point...sacrifice. Jesus made the ultimate sacrifice when He brutally died on the cross for our sins, correct? That was to be the "war to end all wars," so-to-speak; the final point to free humans from our ever-bounding sin. Then why, pray tell, are we still thinking we have to sacrifice? Yes, I understand that this is tradition. It's symbolism. It's humbling, humiliating, selfless...ok, ok. ...except for the fact that it's not selfless. What we are really doing is showing God how "great" we are because we gave up cokes for over a month. Get Real! Why are we trying to revert back to the ways before Salvation? Why beat a dead horse?
Monday, January 24, 2011
Eastern sunset
All signs point east. East opens to opportunities: few limitations. The sunrise will always dress in light shades of peace and welcoming. The song of the young mockingbird will always be heard. Hold out your arms to me, oh east. My heart longs for your direction without judgement, failure, consequence, or regret. May east be my heart's end destination, but my soul yearns for west. Sunsets, end of rainbows and potential; look west with a sigh. Was this direction painted a facade to lure my conscience? Am I to always yearn for west? Shackles are found a calm invitation to the trying days ahead. Manipulation lies prostrate to my feet like a beautiful doormat, yet I am the one trampled upon. Few have gone west. No one has sought west and found serenity. No one has called westward and been answered satisfaction, so why is it I want this misadventure?
My infatuation for this direction has manifested short of a decade. Small gestures and faint whispers fill my mind with hope and promise of a good life west, but the truth has never favored my sway. So which way will my hand reach when my soul is east yet my heart is west? My eyes are torn, but as luck would perch on my sunken shoulders, I still have two: One for east and one for west. So until the day the south seas wash me yonder or the north winds carry me away, the sun will still set in the west and rise in the east. With the sun I must rise.
My infatuation for this direction has manifested short of a decade. Small gestures and faint whispers fill my mind with hope and promise of a good life west, but the truth has never favored my sway. So which way will my hand reach when my soul is east yet my heart is west? My eyes are torn, but as luck would perch on my sunken shoulders, I still have two: One for east and one for west. So until the day the south seas wash me yonder or the north winds carry me away, the sun will still set in the west and rise in the east. With the sun I must rise.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Facial Reflexology
Facial Reflexology. Now that's a term not heard everyday, especially in Louisiana. Here in Colorado, though, it seems to be a pretty rampant practice. I have grown up in a family of doctors and nurses...so learning about all these natural remedies for anything from illnesses and diseases to skin care is a slight stretch. Let me tell you something though...I love this stuff! No, I'm not going to move to the mountains with a dog named Duke (totally stole that idea from a guy friend-of-mine) and swear off makeup, Botox and Brazilian Blowouts (which I am in love with!), but I do believe that there is a place for natural healing in the world. I believe that in this week in Denver learning about Facial Reflexology, God is at work in a mighty way. Honestly though...I have to constantly guard my thoughts and intentions. See, my human nature wants to heal everyone for my own satisfaction and glory. That's a load of crap. I'm learning to humble myself before my Savior's hand everyday here. It's difficult. It's intense. It's fantastic!
The practice of Facial Reflexology is triggering reflexes in the body by manipulating points and meridian lines in the face for the purpose of un-blocking energy flow and naturally beginning to heal any physical problems or ailments. It's a mixture of Ayurvedic, Oriental, Chinese, Vietnamese, South American, as well as other influences drawn into a type of healing touch. Pretty big stuff, huh. Yeah, I've got more knowledge crammed in my tiny, little brain from the past 4 days than I care to spit out right now. I'm definitely going to be studying and practicing for a while! I do love the fact that this knowledge is being presented in a strictly medical stand-point...and I work for a fabulous physician who welcomes natural healing with open arms! I freakin' love my job!! :)
The practice of Facial Reflexology is triggering reflexes in the body by manipulating points and meridian lines in the face for the purpose of un-blocking energy flow and naturally beginning to heal any physical problems or ailments. It's a mixture of Ayurvedic, Oriental, Chinese, Vietnamese, South American, as well as other influences drawn into a type of healing touch. Pretty big stuff, huh. Yeah, I've got more knowledge crammed in my tiny, little brain from the past 4 days than I care to spit out right now. I'm definitely going to be studying and practicing for a while! I do love the fact that this knowledge is being presented in a strictly medical stand-point...and I work for a fabulous physician who welcomes natural healing with open arms! I freakin' love my job!! :)
Monday, January 17, 2011
Bride of Christ: A Colorado revalation
I'm in the middle of reading "So Long Insecurity" by Beth Moore. It's been brutal, wonderful and challenging all at the same time. I love those kinds of books. Sure, Nicholas Sparks will always hold a special place in my heart for his sappy love stories, but sometimes I need to read a book that is going to stimulate my spiritual growth rather than my tear ducts. Through this Beth Moore book, I've been convicted of so many insecurities that are hinderances to my walk with Christ...but one issue that has me in a hangman's noose is, well, love. That darn four-letter word. Recently I had gone through a stage where I felt like I was unworthy of it. From anyone.
To make a LONG story short, I got hit in the face during a sermon this past fall. Who am I to put myself in a box like that? I think my first blog was actually about this issue. Anyway...I'm in Denver for a continuing ed. class right now, and I couldn't have a better roommate for a trip like this! I believe God has the power to show whoever He wants ANYTHING He wants WHENEVER He wants....but believe you me... this was great timing to hit ME between the eyes. My sweet roommate and I were discussing the feelings of unworthiness of a physical/emotional relationship, and she (being MUCH wiser than I) re-introduced me to the notion of us as Christian women being the brides of Christ. Sure, I had always heard that in the Bible, but did I really pay attention? Nope.
Think about it for a minute, single ladies. When Christ was hanging on the cross dying, He was thinking about you. He was DYING. For you. He was the ULTIMATE gentleman. Yes, I understand that I just compared Christ to the other dumb "gentlemen" in this world...but He really is the epitome of what a man should be. Guess what?? He chose YOU as His bride. He wants to be apart of you and you apart of him. No other man on this earth can EVER love you like He does. Guess what else..? He's got a mansion waiting for you when it's your time to come home to him. :) Wow! Praise Jesus. He resurrected from the grave to show you that He conquered death for you.
I'm not saying that men are scum. Sure, some are schmucks, but we're all human. Personally, I don't think any guy is gonna be good enough for my sister, nor do I think any little "pop tart" is gonna be right for my little brother...yet I tend to fall for the jerks/punks/rejects/spiritual-stumbling-blocks. I know that Christ is looking at me just shaking his head saying something like "My child, don't you know that My love for you should be enough?"
To make a LONG story short, I got hit in the face during a sermon this past fall. Who am I to put myself in a box like that? I think my first blog was actually about this issue. Anyway...I'm in Denver for a continuing ed. class right now, and I couldn't have a better roommate for a trip like this! I believe God has the power to show whoever He wants ANYTHING He wants WHENEVER He wants....but believe you me... this was great timing to hit ME between the eyes. My sweet roommate and I were discussing the feelings of unworthiness of a physical/emotional relationship, and she (being MUCH wiser than I) re-introduced me to the notion of us as Christian women being the brides of Christ. Sure, I had always heard that in the Bible, but did I really pay attention? Nope.
Think about it for a minute, single ladies. When Christ was hanging on the cross dying, He was thinking about you. He was DYING. For you. He was the ULTIMATE gentleman. Yes, I understand that I just compared Christ to the other dumb "gentlemen" in this world...but He really is the epitome of what a man should be. Guess what?? He chose YOU as His bride. He wants to be apart of you and you apart of him. No other man on this earth can EVER love you like He does. Guess what else..? He's got a mansion waiting for you when it's your time to come home to him. :) Wow! Praise Jesus. He resurrected from the grave to show you that He conquered death for you.
I'm not saying that men are scum. Sure, some are schmucks, but we're all human. Personally, I don't think any guy is gonna be good enough for my sister, nor do I think any little "pop tart" is gonna be right for my little brother...yet I tend to fall for the jerks/punks/rejects/spiritual-stumbling-blocks. I know that Christ is looking at me just shaking his head saying something like "My child, don't you know that My love for you should be enough?"
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