SEE-in the good in today...

Today is starting out well...

OK, well, back up...started out typical and uneventful. Woke up to find kiddos watching a movie. Had big ol headache and took Tylenol and pot of coffee. Did laundry. Packed a handful more boxes. THEN....and this is where it gets really really good...the UPS man came. Unexpectedly, so it worried me a little (I don't know why?), but worries were soon alleviated when the envelope on the box was opened.

Um, I love my mommy. Special delivery....SEE's candy...my childhood fave (yep, I'm a California baby). Never have I received SEE's for Easter. It's a Christmas tradition. And this year, I didn't "do" many Christmas traditions...so no SEE's candy. YAY...I needed this. (Um, if familiar with SEE's, we got a whole box of mixed suckers and an Easter tin filled with mixed chocolate chewy version! If unfamiliar...they have a web-site, I'm pro'ly not sharin.)

OH YES, it's a good day. (Kell, I can lose that extra 20 after this box of candy is gone!)

thinkin'

March 8th was a sad day...even if it was for the better.

Today's not so sad though...moreso, more-like, PRODUCTIVE. SO...so much for sad...I'll leave that for random moments of "just thinkin'"

THIRTEEN

13 Years today...anyone seeing any irony in this? (Depends upon if 13 is a lucky or unlucky number to you I guess).

Inertia and Brick Walls

Brick Walls

So, this past Sunday at church we had a sermon that I guess spoke to me because I've still been thinking about it. That's a good thing, because unfortunately, I haven't been letting much "speak to me" lately. Just handling things on my own I guess.

INERTIA = 1. The reisistence an object has to a change in its state of motion. 2. The tendency of an object in motion to stay in motion and an object at rest to stay at rest unless acted upon by some external force.

So what? So, first of all, I wish I'd had a 6th grade science teacher that is as cool as the guy that did the explanation of inertia. He rocked it. But so what? What does it have to do with anything that I'm struggling with and why am I still thinking about it? As cool as his roller blade trick was...it's not what I keep thinking about. Gods plan, and I'm thinking most people would agree that it's a pretty good plan, is for us to stay on forward motion. Continually growing. I've been questioning what my "resistence" is. What is the friction that is causing me to slow down in life? What are the "brick walls" in my life and why do I seem to allow a pattern of slamming my head against them instead of busting through that window and not looking back? Hmm....just pondering.

I guess ultimately it's sin at the root of all the brick walls...not people. My sin, their sin...circumstances, sin, Satan. But yeppers, we're responsible. Romans 7:18-23. Just a little inner struggle happening. But hey...at least I'm thinking of considering contemplating dealing with facing the stuff....that's a step right. Might not get me busted through that window...but it's a step.

10th Spirtitual Gift

A friend sent the following to me...

The Gift of Good-bye.
There are people who can walk away from you.
And hear me when I tell you this!
When people can walk away from you: let them walk.
I don't want you to try to talk another person into staying with you,
loving you, calling you, caring about you, coming to see you, staying
attached to you.
I mean hang up the phone.
When people can walk away from you let them walk.
Your destiny is never tied to anybody that left.

The bible said that, They came out from us that it might be made manifest that they were not for us. For had they been of us, no doubt they would have continued with us. [1John 2:19]

People leave you because they are not joined to you. And if they are
not joined to you, you can't make them stay. Let them go.
And it doesn't mean that they are a bad person, it just means that their
part in the story is over. And you've got to know when people's part
in your story is over so that you don't keep trying to raise the dead.
You've got to know when it's dead. You've got to know when it's over.
Let me tell you something. I've got the gift of good-bye. It's the
tenth spiritual gift, I believe in good-bye. It's not that I'm hateful,
it's that I'm faithful, and I know whatever God means for me to have,
He'll give it to me. And if it takes too much sweat I don't need it.
Stop begging people to stay.
Let them go!!
If you are holding on to something that doesn't belong to you and was
never intended for your life, then you need to ..
LET IT GO!!!
If you are holding on to past hurts and pains ..
LET IT GO!!!
If someone can't treat you right, love you back, and see your worth...
LET IT GO!!!
If someone has angered you ..
LET IT GO!!!
If you are holding on to some thoughts of evil and revenge ..
LET IT GO!!!
If you are involved in a wrong relationship or addiction ..
LET IT GO!!!
If you are holding on to a job that no longer meets your needs or
talents ..
LET IT GO!!!
If you have a bad attitude...
LET IT GO!!!
If you keep judging others to make yourself feel better...
LET IT GO!!!
If you're stuck in the past and God is trying to take you to a new
level in Him...
LET IT GO!!!
If you are struggling with the healing of a broken relationship....
LET IT GO!!!
If you keep trying to help someone who won't even try to help themselves..
LET IT GO!!!
If you're feeling depressed and stressed ...
LET IT GO!!!
If there is a particular situation that you are so used to handling
yourself and God is saying "take your hands off of it," then you need to...
LET IT GO!!!
Let the past be the past. Forget the former things.
GOD is doing a new thing for 2008!!!
LET IT GO!!!
Get Right or Get Left .. think about it, and then
LET IT GO!!!

Dork=Stupid

 
dork–noun Slang. 1. a stupid or ridiculous person

Call me a Dork. Go ahead...do it. It's truer than I ever thought! There's a part 2 to this in my head. Having to do with another person and the 1964 alteration definition of dork. Nvr. mind...

Marilyn Monroe quotes...why...I dunno.

'Cuz I felt like it and I'm on break from packing...

"I'm selfish,impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control, and at times hard to handle, but if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell can't handle me at my best."

"I believe that everything happens for a reaon. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you can learn to appreciate them when they're right, you believe lies to that eventually you learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together."

"Dogs never bite me. Just humans."

"It's better to be unhappy alone than unhappy with someone - so far."

"A career is wonderful thing, but you can't snuggle up to it on a cold night."

"Being a sex symbol is a heavy load to carry, especially when one is tired, hurt and bewildered."

"I'm very definitely a woman and I enjoy it."

Hawt or NAWT!

I've been looking forward to today. Normally, the event at hand wouldn't excite me. In fact, normally it is a frustration that causes worry, takes a lot of funds and ends up taking way, way too long. But today, I was more than up for it. Yep, I needed my hair cut (and colored, that's part of the deal...always)! Bad. I'd put it off, put it off and put it off. Um, yea, I found out that I do actually have a few gray hairs. (Reasons for those grays are another blog that I've opted to not write yet). No woman should have to find out that they might have a few gray hairs. (Unless of course you're a new Dove model and embracing your natural old beauty...) That's what hair color is FOR....duh!

Now, having hair as dark as mine presents a whole set of challenges for the everyday stylist. (Most of you don't actually know that my hair is WAY darker naturally than you've ever seen it. But to try to re-capture that look usually just results in an Elvira-ish sorta appearance. SO, I opt to call my "natural" shade 'chocolate'. Really it's more like, tar....) If not done correctly, my highlights will turn a lovely brassy pumpkin-ish color. And there's the afore-mentioned Elvira-ish look to be wary of.

SO, I do not trust my hair to the "every day stylist". Nope...only the "master" stylist is allowed near my strands. (You know the master stylist...the one that charges 3 times as much as the every day stylist). My favorite 'girl' left me last year. She wanted to become a nurse; not to heal people, but to "care" for them. Well, what about my hair...beeycotch! OK, kidding. She's a fabulous person. But after wondering aimlessly for months and surviving many a trial and error, I thought I'd finally fallen into good hands. Until today. Until MY hair day. My "looking forward to getting my hair cut" hair day. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.

Directions: "Do the same thing you did last time, and trim it good." That was replied with "Oh, you will be so happy, we changed hair color products and it's great!" UM, YIIIKERS! Nightmare to my ears! When she followed that with the fact that the color order hadn't come in and she didn't have my 4N IN, but she was "sure I'd LOVE what she was gonna do"-I should've went running. But nope, it's "my hair cut day", what can really go wrong? (Um, I KNOW what can go wrong, so what was I ON when I didn't opt to run?) SO, more directions by me: "OK, but I am trying to down-size my up-keep on this. Tuck the partial highlights sparingly under so re-growth doesn't show. Stay with one color high-light and make sure the base is dark enough so roots don't show." You guys got that right. It's pretty clear. I'm pretty clear! I'm THINKIN'!

Well, my base will look the same to all of you...but I'm not you. I'm me and I know that my roots are gonna come in darker and it's gonna bug the HE - "double L" outta me. AND, oh, this is the best part. I now know that I really could be blonde. Not brassy pumpkin today...Nope, closer to platinum blonde. Highlights. Not sparingly. Everywhere. You know the look. The "dark hair with bad 70's flashback 'frosted' highlights lookin skunk-ish that the 20-er-something-ish crowd has decided is attractive but is not-look"!

Looooooooooooooooooong(er story than this even....); I now look like a hairstylist. And folks, that aint the look I was going for. Breydan LOVES it; Kaleigh hated it but after I messed with it, she's declared me HAWT (thanks for new sp yellek)...
Great, HAWT like a hair dresser just coming from hair show hot. Just what I was going for. NAWT!!!!!!!!!!!!

(And I totally spared you guys the fact that it's now 2 inches shorter! That's another blog...that I'll never write.)

Chargers

Um, chargers. Game on ladies...anyone a taker on this blog. That was FUNNY! Silly D.Reddin. You're TOO FUNNY! Good stuff. Fantastic hanging out with everyone. Chargers and all.

Some things never change

As much as I'd like them to. Who else does this? Does anyone else screw things up right at the good part? Seems to be a trend in my life.

I could be talking about things like baking apple pie. You know, get the perfect crust recipe and master it, have the most beautiful dish to form it into, slice the apples perfectly and not even take the entire day to do it, use real cinnamon ground by you, and the top crust fits perfectly; no trying to stretch edges to meet. Just perfect. The oven is preheated and the foil in on bottom so it doesn't ruin the oven when it starts bubbling over perfectly. Everything's good right. Then you trip on the rug and drop it on the floor before you make it to the oven.

But, I've never baked an apple pie. So, that's not really what I'm talking about.

Maybe something like writing the perfect manuscript for publication. The 1st draft is always shitty. I read that in a book otherwise I surely wouldn't have said it QUITE like that :) (Thanks K, lol) But this draft isn't half bad. You know you've got a good concept and it only needs grammatical editing and a little tweaking here and there before it seems ready to submit. One publisher (out of the 232 you sent it to) responds on your first query. All's good. And then you can't find the envelope to see which publisher responded. That would suck. But I haven't sent a query letter in years. So, that's not it either.

But I do pretty much hate when I mess things up when they start getting good. Whatever I'm talking about.

Haiku-ish for Blue is a Circle

Soft blanket of snow
the wind is now in my hair
I love this season

(um, yea, are you smarter than a 4th grader. Didn't comment you Kell if you're reading this. Cuz I forgot what the heck Haiku is. Then it was one of my daughters spelling words...so she wanted to post her Haiku just for you. lol That's the one above. Here's my go.

Blue is a circle
chocolate is two syllables
according to you

yea ok, well I"m not too good at this...lol

OK, another from my girl:

Ears ringing loudly
love the sound of good music
rap is not my thing

one more from me:

music speaks to me
takes me away from it all
or brownies will work

Haiku master dorks Kaleigh and Julieout

I like basketball...who knew...and hot tubs

Well, I guess I always knew...but never acted on the hunch. Too busy socializing :) Anyhow, a neighbor recently donated his basketball goal to us. Yay! So, me and my girlie have had a pretty good day. We started in the hot tub. Duh, that thing sits there everyday, why hadn't I done that in like...forever. Mental note...make a date with the hot tub each morning after dropping off kids. (Yea, rough huh). Anyhow, we stayed in there until we decided we were light headed and got out. Then after cooling down we decided to play ball.
That was fun. I'm not as horrible as I should/could be for not having played...ever really...or picked up a ball in a million years. And I kinda know HOW to hold the ball, shoot the ball, some rules to the game. I was able to share with my girl and she really started picking it up. Before long she was making most of her shots. We worked on some passing and she's not scared of the ball so much now. (Almost jammed her finger...I remember as a kid, this guy Khris Brane lived down the street and we'd play ball at each others houses...I broke my finger when he passed it at me. OUCH. Had a flashback.) Anyhow, it's been a good day. I actually felt like I was teaching my girl something. She's 10, so she already knows EVERYTHING. But today she learned something new and I had a great time hanging out with her. The last bad rebound ended up with the ball rolling about 2 blocks down the street...so yea, we quit after that.
Now we're gonna paint our nails and quit doing boy stuff :)

Friendly suburbia walks

Who new there were so many creepy critters and bugs galavanting around our suburbian neighborhoods in the dark of the night. My neighborhood to be precise. I thought I'd go for this power walk tonight right. I was hustling too, so I have no idea how I noticed all of these things. The only thing I know is that if I saw all these things at the pace I was going, I'm pretty sure there was lots I missed.

I saw a centipede that looked like it should live in Africa or something. I saw about 6 toads. I saw a spider that crawled right at me thru a crack. Looked like a freakin beast. But the real kicker...a snake. Oh yea, almost stepped right on him until I started my mid air walk. Put Jordan to shame. I think only a few people heard me scream. (It was a small snake, but does it really matter? It was a snake!)

I need to walk in the mornings.

Rollercoasters

Life is like riding a rollercoaster. Isn't it? I mean, I don't mean to sound all cliche' but it's true. And sometimes I'm not sure how much I like rollercoasters. But it's pretty common knowledge that if you're too afraid to ride one, you're a wuss. SO, I've ridden. I'm not a wuss.

I don't dislike all parts of the roller coaster. Sometimes the anticipation of what's to come is a thrill that makes me jump in line (You know, the part where you're going up up up for what seems like a million years and you feel brave during that part!). But there's no way of knowing exactly how the ride will make you feel afterwards. That's the part that makes me "shake" while I'm in the line.

I remember as a kid going to Worlds of Fun in KC and riding the Orient Express (I know, it's a kids ride now probably, but back then, it was THE ride.) I wasn't sure I wanted to ride. But everyone else was. I remember thinking everything thru in the line. Analyzing the curves and how high it went and how far it FELL! Then there was the upside down part. I just closed my eyes during that. It was kinda fun though. I just didn't like the uncertainty of how it would make me feel AFTER the ride. Sometimes I'd be sick feeling after the ride. And sorry I'd ridden. Sometimes I was on a ridiculous high that made me giddy and I wanted to go conquer the world. That's rollercoasters...That's life.

The unknown can make you hesitant or it can drive everything in you to go forward. I guess it's in attitude. I've learned too that it also depends on what part of the roller coaster you're on. I'm on the part where my hands are gripping the bar so hard that my knuckles are white and I've got the whole ride in front of me and it fills me with a million emotions.

But...I'm riding.