Out With the Old...

Old programming can be hazardous to relationships. Sometimes my thinking needs an update.

In with the new? Don't mind if I do...







A new attitude with a side of Solid Gold Dancers...you are welcome! *winks*

What A Turn On

Sometimes I wish my brain had an on/off switch...the off part, more than anything. It always seems that when I go to bed, my brain really kicks into high gear. I usually don't have trouble falling to sleep, but heaven help me if/when I wake up in the middle of the night. As soon as my eyes open, even the slightest bit, it's as if my brain says, "it's party time!" The thoughts start rolling and it's like trying to stop a runaway train.

Staples has the "easy" button...surely someone can come up with an off switch for your brain!!

Find a "turn off" for my brain? *click* Don't mind if i do...

Nutella!!!!

If you haven't tried it, you must!! It is yummy delciousness!!

Channel my inner European and eat Nutella instead of peanut butter? Don't mind if I do...

Mirror, Mirror...

Many times I look into the mirror and don't like what I see...on the outside, as well as the inside. I wish I could see myself as others see me.

I got a wonderfully precious email today. It was from a darling girl that absolutely lights up my life any time she is around me. The message she sent was so lovely, it made me cry.

"...i look at you and i see someone who is confident and beautiful and someone who i can look up to at work...".
Surely she isn't talking about me...how could she be?? If she only knew...

She reminded me of how God sees me..."a Princess in His royal court". He loves me, warts and all..a reminder that came at the perfect time.

God's eyes are the only mirror that should matter to us. One day He will hold us up for all to see and brag on us. I want to give him an abundance to brag on!

Thank you, G.N., for being a precious Princess of the King and for reminding me that I wear a crown as well!

Look into the mirror? Don't mind if I do...

I'm Not Really A Waitress...

Or am I?
I am a photographer. I have my own photography business. I love to take pictures. I love the process, the "getting the shot" and the looks on the faces of my subjects when they see the outcome. I LOVE it!! Because of my circumstances, I needed to get another job to supplement my income. I am a waitress..."server" is really the more PC term, but I wait tables.

I wait tables because I'm good at it.
I wait tables because it's good money and flexible schedules.
I wait tables because I have to...

I have to swallow a little bit of pride every time I walk up to greet a table. I am a 41 year old, mother of three. Don't get me wrong...there is nothing to be ashamed of in waiting tables. It's a great job and very necessary. If you are good at what you do, you can make or break a dining experience for someone. How many of you have had a lousy server and your entire meal was messed up at their hands?

SIDEBAR: Please tip your servers well. In case you're not aware, we make $2.13 an hour. We survive on tips. Most of my family and friends didn't realize that until I told them. If they do a good job, tip them accordingly. They do, after all, SERVE you! *gets off her soap box*

Another great aspect of waiting tables is that it's a great diet/exercise program. Buckets of ice and full trays of food are heavy and you should see my arm muscles!! Not to mention walking back and forth for hours at a time, rarely having even a few moments to sit down. Most of the time, I am too busy serving food to others to eat anything myself, short of grabbing a bite as I run past the counter with a Coke refill for table 23. It's a great way to stay to fit and I am in the best shape of my life. How's that for a "glass is half full" angle?!?!

When I got this job, it was meant to be supplemental to my photography business. In the past year, I fear that I have become a "server that sometimes takes pictures". I hate that. I want to be a photographer...that's all I want to be! I need to take time to work on MY business and not the business of others.

I am gonna start focusing on that, but for now...

May I take your order? *gulp* Don't mind if I do...

Brusha, Brusha, Brusha...

I love to brush my teeth.  I love the way it makes my mouth feel, how it makes my teeth feel and the way my breath smells afterwards.  Brushing your teeth is all about good dental hygiene and super fresh breath.  Toothpaste is vital to both of those things.  You have to have the right toothpaste in order to achieve both of those goals when you brush your teeth.  


I have come to realize that I am picky about my toothpaste.  I have preferences.  I want it to be minty and taste/feel fresh...none of this orange or citrus mess.  That's like brushing your teeth with a piece of fruit and what's fresh feeling about that???   Secondly, I want it to get foamy...foamy = working.  If there isn't much foam to it, it can't possibly be doing what it's supposed to do.  After I brush my teeth, I want to be able to suck in some air and feel the coolness.  If I say "ahhhhhh" after I brush my teeth, it's a good experience.


Which brings me to my current dilemma.  I bought some new toothpaste the other day.  It is a minty flavor, it's good for all the dental health stuff AND it has whitening properties...a bonus for those of us that are coffee drinkers.  It seemed to have it all and they had a three pack on sale at Walmart...SCORE!!  This toothpaste is a failed bit!!!  No foam, no fresh feeling...FAILED BIT!!  I am so bummed!!  Now I have three tubes of this sorry excuse for toothpaste.  Thanks for nothing Crest!!


Minty fresh feeling on my choppers?  Don't mind if I do...

Taking off the mask

I made a decision several weeks ago. I decided that I was not going to wear makeup to church on Sundays any more. Let me clarify...I wear powder and lipstick, ALWAYS, but not putting on eye make up of any sort. My reasoning for doing this was simple: I cry at church...every time. The music usually moves me to tears and I found that I would get distracted from the Spirit because I was too worried about my mascara running or my eyelashes dangling off my eye. So I made the choice to not wear makeup anymore, and boy did it free me up!! Now I can cry, or sob if the Spirit leads, with wreckless abandon! I told myself that in making that choice and following through with it, that meant I was less concerned about what others thought of me and only there to do business with my Lord...taking off the mask, so to speak. But, the entire reason I quit wearing makeup in the first place was to protect how others saw me...runny mascara and all, right?? So perhaps I traded one mask for another. At least now I can cry and know that only a little powder touch up is all that's needed to get me to my car. Sure did make Sunday's cry fest easier. Baby steps, I guess.

Quit wearing makeup to church? Don't mind if I do...

Here we go...

Well...I said I wanted to be a blogger.

I have successfully created a blog, inserted a picture and posted...does that make me a blogger?? What makes you an actual blogger...number of posts? number of followers (good lord, I hope not. What if no one but me reads this mess!)?

I have been inspired by many of my friends that blog and decided to try my hand at it.  I don't know if I'll have anything noteworthy to say, but I feel like it could be fun, challenging and at times, maybe even a bit theraputic.  We shall see, I suppose.

Should I start my own blog?  Don't mind if I do..