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Sunday, June 30, 2013
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Monday, June 17, 2013
List time again This is not an exhaustive or detailed list, but it's a start:
- To be and do everything that God intended for me to in my life. That would pretty much cover it all, but I figured you needed a little more than that.
- To get down to my goal weight and stay there
- To get a good job that will lead to me doing what really want to do in life (California here I come...)
- To get out of debt and do my "debt free scream" on the Dave Ramsey Show.
- To buy my ultimate pickup truck
- To own a house (more on that later)
- To finish a Bible Correspondence course I started years ago.
- To get my Doctorate
- To travel
- To go on a missions trip or two
- To write books and have them published
- To be a paid musician and be on a recording or two
- To successfully restart my craft business
- To really love and help people
Sunday, June 16, 2013
My progress dress helped me to actually see what the changes to my body meant for my wardrobe possibilities. I mean, be honest – we look at ourselves naked every day. Especially for those of us who might criticize ourselves [unnecessarily] every day, it may be hard to see our progress because we expect to wake up one morning and see [insert "problem" area] gone away. Having one dress to turn to every couple of weeks makes a great deal of difference in appreciating our progress.A while back, I attempted to have a progress dress. I lost weight, tried the dress on, and it didn't fit right. I lost more weight, tried the dress on, and it still didn't fit right. I lost even more weight, tried the dress on, and, you guessed it, that puppy was still not fitting properly. I finally figured out that no matter how much I lost, that dress was still not going to look well on me. My mistake was that there was no "wow" to the dress at all--nothing to keep me motivated. No, it was not "certified hoochie wear" like my girl's progress dress. In fact, the dress was the direct opposite: very matronly, stodgy, and downright butt ugly. I liked the cut of it, but the coloring was something my nearly 80-year old mother wouldn't ever wear. Oh snap! I let the dress go to the happy hunting grounds. Oh, I forgot to mention that this dress was so old that the inside and lining of it was all stringy and not fit for anything, so I wouldn't give it away.
I had a pair of progress blue jean shorts for a while. I literally had to pack my ample belly in them to get them on and I had a hard time breathing in them. I lost about 20 pounds and now they fit well enough to wear outside the house. So, what's next?
Well, I was blessed with some clothes from a friend and in them was this little number. As you can see, I can at least get into the dress, but it's not ready for public consumption by any stretch of the imagination. No, I do not know where I will be wearing it once it fits well. Heck, if it looks half as good as I think it will look on me, I'll wear it to WAL-MART. Yes, I realize that it may be cold weather again before I get down far enough for that, but I don't care; I'll wear it ANYWAY.
I'm not sure how I feel about the trying to feel "sexy" or "look hot naked" thing the blog author talked about. I'm not married, nor am I trying to "catch a man." I do want to look nice and feel good about going out in public. I care deeply about being a good example to those around me. No, I'm not trying to be a fitness guru or anyone's food police, but Celebrate Recovery's Principle eight states: "Yield myself to God to be used to bring this good news to others, both by my example and by my words." If I am going to be that example, I can't just talk a good talk. I've got to walk it out. I've got to live it out.
So, every few weeks, I'll try the dress on again and update y'all.
UPDATE #2: Still can't wear it. (04/20/16)
UPDATE #3: I'm sure I could wear it now...if I had it. I've moved several times since this post, so I didn't have room to keep the dress. (01/12/18)
Mere words cannot answer that question, so I will share a song that answers it perfectly. Enjoy y'all.
Auntie has the blues. I wish I knew why my mind works the way it does sometimes. Good things have happened this week with my dryer being fixed and all (no more crispy towels). But, I've just had a few too many sucky things happen at the same time. Some I will mention here, some I will not.
My father passed away nine years ago, but Father's Day never saddened me before. Not to be snarky, but I'd gotten jaded to the feelings of loneliness before my Dad died because he never went to church with me anyway, much less on Father's Day. I'd grown accustomed to tuning out Father's Day sermons at church. Sorry y'all, but I think Dads should be honored and respected on Father's Day, instead of being treated like dead beats, even when they're not. Mother's Day is celebrated that way, why not Father's Day? But I digress.
For some reason, this Father's Day season was hard for me. I started feeling the blues creep up on me last week during Vacation Bible School (VBS). I won't go into any details, but let's just say my attempts to volunteer were not very successful. When I walk into a room and everyone knows or is related to each other and I get that "you are a round peg trying to fit into a square hole" feeling in my gut, I can guarantee that no matter how hard I try, this is going to suck. And it did. I so looked forward to it because it's been years since I've been able to help with VBS, but I only made it through two days before I threw in the towel. Oh well maybe next year...in a different section...
Then, I started dealing with some of the unmentionable incidents; more blues. By the time the hormone fairy paid a visit, I was in full blown depressive binge mode. Oh, crap! Not again. I can't do this to myself again!
I tried to head this off by "kidnapping" my baby girls and having a fun day with them yesterday. This is where the pictures come in. I got my nieces' youngest children; "Mini Me" (6), "Ray-Ray" (2), and "Honey Boo Boo" (almost 4). We had a fun, silly day complete with hula hoops, bubbles, water fights, painting, and playing with "clouds in a can" (a can of shaving cream in the hands of a former preschool teacher goes a long way). We ate chicken fingers and fries and drank Kool-Aid (don't wag your co-dependent finger at me!). We played and laughed all day, topped that off with a nap, then the ride home was filled with dancing to the "Secretariat Dance" and the "Move it, Move it" song (honey, I do that when there's no kids in the car). The girls were so well behaved and such a joy to me. However, the minute I got back home and got too still and quiet, the icy fingers of depression started to wrap themselves around my heart again.
Today was very difficult, and everything seemed to go wrong: I barely made it out of bed in time to get ready for church, I was cramping like crazy, my sheet music for worship was in the wrong key and I transpose very slowly (carry the one, square root of two...), I bent over to pull my bass out of the stand and poked my eye on the stand (don't ask how, I don't know!) I think I have the beginnings of a black eye, but I can't tell. I was in such a pissy mood that I didn't even go to Sunday School (plus I didn't get to eat breakfast, so I had to go get something). No one needed my bad humor, plus it was my own fault and I needed to find a way to deal with it.
After church, some friends invited me to lunch. They knew I wasn't doing well without my telling them. They lovingly drew out of me what was going on. Getting to talk it out helped so much. After lunch, I went home, took a nap, tried on a bunch of clothes I had just been blessed with (another good thing for today), and sat down and looked at the pictures of my girls from yesterday. They make me smile. They seemed to help me remember that it was O.K. that I wasn't yet a wife and a mommy and that I was perfect just being an auntie. Now, maybe I can beat this funk and win yet another battle.
|Yes, I fit two car sets and a booster seat in the back seat of my Honda!|
|We are just too silly for our own good.|
|Playing with "clouds in a can." Still wondering how they got it in some of the places I found it. My living room still smells like shaving cream.|
|YOU BETTER RUN!|
|Auntie's Babies painting in her make mess room. LOVE IT!|
Saturday, June 15, 2013
Friday, June 14, 2013
Driving on the interstate scares the mess out of me. OK, to be fair, I learned to drive by watching my Dad drive for 25 years. He never drove on the interstate. His philosophy was “If there ain’t a back road or a place to turn around, I ain’t goin’.” When I finally started driving in my late 20’s, that was my thought also. Plus, every time I’d driven on the interstate I was lost and not supposed to be on the interstate at all! So, being on I-20 has only been a white knuckles gripping the steering wheel, pee-in-my-pants kind of experience. However, my thoughts have changed. I want to go new places and see new things. I can’t count how many concerts, job opportunities, and awesome Bible conferences I’ve missed because I was too danged afraid to get off of Alabama Highway 21. Like my fears associated with Burger King, I do want to conquer this fear. But like anything else, I don’t think it is a fear I can conquer alone. What I need is to know that someone could either go with me and help me when I need it, or someone who would be willing to come get me if I got lost (or at least talk me out of crapping my pants). I think that I will start with something simple like driving to America’s Thrift Store in Pell City, Alabama the normal way I go (over AL 144 through Ragland, AL) and come back over I-20. I would already know where to get off. I would be familiarizing myself with what it’s like to drive the freeway without much fear of getting lost (Exit 185 baby). But it would give me the experience of getting on and off the interstate. I’ll let you know how it goes…when I work up the nerve to do it.
Thursday, June 13, 2013
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
Wednesday Hodgepodge questions come from http://www.fromthissideofthepond.com/
Good dads love God more than anyone else. That way they know best how to love others. Good dads provide for their children; not just financially, but emotionally as well. Good dads laugh and cry in front of their children and are willing to say both “I was wrong” and “I love you.” Good dads hug a lot. Good dads defend their children when they need it, and tear up their children’s rear ends when they need it. Good dads support their wives/baby’s mamas. Good dads don’t hit the mother of their children with a fist or with words.What is something you learned from your own father?
I learned about cars from Daddy. I know how to pick out a good car, but Dad also told me to always take a man with me when I shop for cars to keep from getting ripped off. I also learned from him how to get a general idea of what’s wrong with a car by sound it does or does not make.It’s your birthday, what kind of cake will we be having?
A cake that is in the shape of a New Balance running shoe. It will be Red Velvet on the inside with cream cheese icing. **purrs like Eartha Kitt** Oh yeah, we need butter pecan ice cream to go with it. **purrs like Julie Newmar**When you're faced with a big decision are you more of a go with your gut type of person, or are you someone who reasons it all out, weighing the pros and cons?
A little of both.
My favorite dairy item is ice cream, but the most often purchased would be plain yogurt. I like to mix it with fruit. I’m also going to learn how to make smoothies/shakes with yogurt and fruit.Explorer Jacques Cousteau was born on
I would love to go scuba diving and explore the ocean. I would love to travel and see new places and experience new cultures.Are you typical of your generation?
Absolutely not!Insert your own random thought here.
I really miss my dad.
Let’s be real. Auntie hasn’t traveled much. When I was a kid, summer vacation was a “staycation” before they invented a hip way to say "we're too broke to go anywhere." I stayed at home, played, ate, went swimming, ate, rode bikes, ate, watched TV, listened to music, ate, read, and…ate. As an adult, I went to
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
The George C. Scott version is my ultimate favorite. No one plays a meaner Scrooge than he. The Ghost of Christmas Present telling Scrooge off is my favorite line in the movie:
Monday, June 10, 2013
I am thinking... about taking some advice I got from a friend about my job search.
I am thankful... for friends who are willing to share their knowledge with me.
In the kitchen... Nothing. I’m hitting the sack early tonight.
I am wearing... Swimsuit.
I am creating... Still working on a baby blanket, a crocheted tank top, and painted flower pots. Plus, I’m writing up a storm on my blog.
I am reading... Nothing today.
I am hoping... that
I am looking forward to... fall!
A favorite quote for today... “Animals have two vital functions in today's society; to be delicious and to fit well.” - Greg Proops
One of my favorite things... my 30 day blog challenge asked about our favorite things. My list is here.
A few plans for the rest of the week: VBS and band practice tomorrow, may swim again on Wednesday.
No commentary on this one, I'm just going to dive on in:
- Good food. (Hey, at least food wasn't first.)
- Baby hugs, kisses, and giggles.
- Flower gardening.
- Arts and crafts.
- Working out.
- Funky colored nail polish.
- T-shirts with funny sayings.
- New Balance athletic shoes.
- Sports - namely Alabama football and Atlanta Braves baseball.
- California - hope to move there someday.
- Good comedians. I love to laugh.
- Shorts and underwear that don't ride up (TMI right?).
- I-pod classics/nanos.
- PC's - the aforementioned I-pod is the only Apple product I care for.
“The man who never reads will never be read; he who never quotes will never be quoted. He who will not use the thoughts of other men’s brains proves he has no brain of his own.” -- Charles H. Spurgeon
“It takes a village to raise a child. It takes a village with an idiot and a pub." - Craig Ferguson
“Heard a commercial for Dodge where the guy talked about how eco-efficient his truck was because it has a sensor that powered the engine down when he was on the highway. I have one too. It's called a TRANSMISSION!” -- Me
"My book on anger management would be called Shut Up! with a sequel, No, You Shut Up!" - Craig Ferguson
"The views expressed by me are not necessarily endorsed by me." - Craig Ferguson
Mark Lowry - "Fried chicken."
Sunday, June 9, 2013
But wait, what about the craft shows? you say. Well, yes, it is true that I can get PBS on my antenna (and nothing else). However, PBS has been on my “dookie list” for more than a year because every time I want to watch the shows I like, they either take them off, move them to insane time slots, or continue to have pledge drives when they are supposed to be on (EVERY stinkin’ Saturday!). So, I’m kind of done with them right now.