Who You Calling Chubby?

September 27th, 2011

Clothes shopping has become my nemesis! For some reason everything I try on fits like a nightmare. I admire the cute stuff on the rack but I curse it once I have it on in the dressing room. What is my size? It seems to keep changing. Either that or the clothing manufacturers are playing horrible tricks on the public by making clothes smaller and smaller.

What are we, Asian’s?

Look around. People in America seem to be growing. Me included! I’ve always been the tiny one in my circles. Not so anymore. I’ve never been the size I am right now AND I HATE IT!!

I blame it on Pioneer Woman! She’s always blah-blah’ing about this recipe and that recipe. I think she’s a skinny wicked Okie out on a mission with her other Tasty Kitchen cronies to fatten up all the wives in America (they NEVER eat anything they post)! Dang it, it’s working!

Oh, I tease! Ree isn’t that kind of gal. She’s a real woman. Heck, she admits she wears the Spanx too! I like her and her amazing recipes.
Like this–

Everybody’s got to eat breakfast, right? Egg in the hole is a quick and easy way to crank your engine in the morning. Oh, stretchy pants….you are a friend to me.

Who can I blame for these?

All I can say is that baking cookies at 9pm on a school night is no way to be a happy chick in the dressing room.

And I wonder why nothing fits?

I’m reaching a point of desperation. I no longer want to be the chubby size I am right now. Something has to give. I’ve accepted the fact that my 44 year old body isn’t running on the same metabolism system of my 20’s. Stuff sticks now. And sadly, it sort of hangs there.

So, I’m challenging myself. No more denying myself the joys of looking good and feeling good because of my poor habits. I’m determined to make the changes necessary for me to be the best me!

See ya later, backfat & flabby belly! This chick is toning up!

A Friend In Need

September 26th, 2011

I’ve been thinking all weekend about a hurting friend. It’s never easy to watch someone struggle through a tough situation. Words never seem good enough. For people like me (open mouth–insert foot types) I feel like I need to tip-toe around everything I say for fear I’ll make it worse.

Tell me I’m not alone, please!?

The issue at hand is a sensitive one. How do I encourage and strengthen her faith when I’m just as scared and unsure as she is? I know without a shadow of a doubt that God has a plan. He has one for her and this painful situation but it’s really hard to see when you’re hurting and afraid.

One advantage that I have in being a bit older than her is that I’ve experienced the letdowns of life and know that God always works things out for HIS glory. Even painful things. My job right now is to love her through this and that I feel privileged to do.

God
It’s hard to understand why certain sad things happen to people but I’m trusting YOU to make all things new. My sweet friend is afraid and clinging to hope. I know you’re working on her behalf and that your glory will be known….if we will only be patient!
Amen

2 Tim. 1:7 “For God has not given me a spirit of fear, but a spirit of love, power and sound mind”.

The Land of THE LOST

September 23rd, 2011

Stuff tends to get lost in my family.  We spend ridiculous amounts of time going through junk looking for IMPORTANT things.  It’s been a way of life that for some reason, I just can’t get used to.  I like neat and tidy.  I love organization.

When you live with ADHD people, it’s just not possible.

I’ve even become one of them.  Not ADHD (although, I’m beginning to wonder) just disorganized and forgetful.  Maybe it’s contagious?! 

We’ve been tearing our house apart looking for the title to Gavin’s car.  It’s here, somewhere…..and we’re sure to find it as soon as we fill out everything and pay again at the BMV!

Don’t ya hate that?  Grr, me too!

 See that cute kid (that’s my boy when he was 16 or so)?  Today, he’s selling this cool car.  He’s been driving the little hotrod since he was 16!  It’s taken him everywhere he’s wanted to go and then some.  I think he’s having a little anxiety about letting it go.  I understand.

But if we don’t find that darned title….   😉

Lord,      

We need your direction.  Help us find this important document and make a great deal with a buyer.  We want to be responsible and honor you with all of our steps.

Amen

UPDATE:  The lost title has been found.  Literally an hour after the replacement was ordered at the BMV on Friday.  It was in the glovebox of his car!  🙁

It’s All About the Shoes

September 22nd, 2011

It’s fun having girls.  I love sharing clothes and shoes (not everything, don’t panic)!  I really love spending the day shopping with them and watching them make creative choices on a shoestring budget.  They are good, ya’ll!  Definitely a gene shared with mama!

Ally had to work today (TJ Maxx) running the dressing rooms.  Not always the most fun since you’re sort of stuck off by your lonesome in boresville!  But the Lord had a little entertainment planned for her while she suffered through.  A young mom was shopping with her toddler and baby.  The toddler wobbled over to the shoe section and with all her strength pulled down a pair of high heels.  From the looks of it (to Ally) she hadn’t been walking all that long.  She proudly tells her mama to “Look shoes!”.  Mama keeps shopping and answers, “Oh yea!”.  What happens next just blows Ally’s mind.  She takes off her shoes, lines up the high heels side-by-side and slips her tiny little socked footsies right in.  Ally got such a giggle out of it and just couldn’t believe a baby would be so fascinated at such a young age with girly shoes.

To that I say…..DUH, GIRL!  hehe!

Actually, I smiled at her and flashed back to all the times she and her sister slipped their little fat feet into my heels.  There’s just something about those things.  A girl sees everything in a pair of shoes.  From her outfit to where she’ll wear them…to who she’ll see and how they’ll SEE HER!  I knew from the get-go my girls were full-blooded prissy pants.  It just came natural.  Just like it did for little miss toddler girl today.  Girls love shoes.  And who cares if they hurt?  If they look good, they’re worth it!

When it came time to go, the mommy said, “Put the shoes back” and she picked both up with all her muscles and stretched to place them back on the rack.  What that mommy doesn’t know is that very soon she’ll have a bit more trouble getting her to part with them.  Right, moms?

The grow up so fast…

Operation Rescue

September 21st, 2011

My house is totally protected when it comes to critters! In the 10 years that I’ve lived here, I can’t remember ever having to use a mousetrap to fight off any mousey intruders. I consider myself blessed thanks to my little kitty friends. They’ve all done a fabulous job of running predator security around the Gway house.

Which reminds me, I need to praise my furry feline’s more often! Meow! 😉

Currently, my kitty patrol squad has dwindled down to one sneaky girl. Her name is Helen. My next door neighbor allows her inside her house and calls her Lucy. (Umm, that’s another post in itself) We, however do not keep her inside since she is an OUTSIDE HUNTING cat and we all have terrible cat allergies.

I guess what I’m saying is that we really aren’t cat people. We just like to keep them around for work purposes. Thanks, Helen…you’re a great hunter!

Hubby and I were watching her on the prowl the other day when he felt compassion for the poor little critter she was chasing around. We usually just look away and let her do her thing. But this time it was different. The scared little chipmunk was spinning in circles and jumping around trying to dodge her swats when hubby scooped him up and saved his life.
Meet Little Mister

I’m not sure he knows that this was a rescue operation. What do you think?

It reminds me of my own need for protection. Oftentimes from myself. I manage to find trouble and stress easily without even trying. Thankfully, God never tires of rescuing me. Just when I need Him most he sweeps in and scoops me up….sheltering me from the deathly swats that life throws my way. I’m powerless against them (like Mister Chipmunk) without Him.

Today, watch out for opportunties to help someone who might need a bit of rescuing. You never know when it might be you needing it yourself.

Happy Hump Day!

Moth to the Flame

September 20th, 2011

I don’t think I’ll ever learn.  Seriously.  I AM HARD-HEADED!  Never, never start your day out with a post like this on your Facebook status:

 Looking for ways to honor HIM today. What about you?

Why?  Is that what you just said?  Because you will do nothing but face a challenge every time you turn a corner.  ALL THE LIVELONG DAY, PEOPLE! 

What I thought was a great little saying actually followed me around everywhere I went today.  Oh I could easily blame it on the hormones….yea, they’re a ragin’!  But honestly, I have to give kuddos to the Holy Spirit for whispering in my ear reminding me I BELONG TO HIM!!

Monday automatically falls into the “boo” category in my book.  Goodbye lazy weekend, Hello duty laced workweek!   So just imagine my attitude this morning when that alarm (love ya, KLove) sang it’s praises in my ear.  I was not feelin’ it!  But I marched on, because I’m no quitter!  😉

Once at work, I made sure to be in the presence of every annoying student I could find.  Maybe I’m just a magnet for noisy dudes who like to drum their hands, fingers, books, pens, feet, hats…or whatever else they can bang on desks.  See, I told you I was her-moan-al?!  I felt a tad bit sensitive is what I’m saying and I’m ashamed to really confess it here.  Some might call it witchy.

I did manage to hide it.  No one picked up on my feelings of wanting to keel them with my bare hands.  Oh I kid!   You’ve heard of the evil eye, right?  Nevermind.  I’m joking.   Remember, I was looking for ways to HONOR HIM. My eyes were sparkling! 🙂

It was the highlight of my day when I pulled into my garage and spotted 2 boxes had been delivered for me.  I’ve been waiting patiently for my Lilly Pulitzer agenda to arrive.  It’s a replacement to the one I ordered last month (the one with a flawed page).  I had ordered a sweet Lilly tumbler too since I’d dropped my other cup and shattered it last year.

Both items had arrived! Yay!

The problem? When I opened the Lilly agenda box….it turned out to be a tiny little POCKET-SIZED book! The first one I received was double in size. I felt sick! The reason? I’d ordered a Large agenda a few weeks back for my girl Ally and when it came it was the same size as my SUPPOSED pocket-sized one. I called the company and explained THEIR error and the owner agreed to reinburse me the cost difference .

Yea, this stuff really does happen to me. Beware! You’ve been warned!

Surely you know where I’m heading right? Now…..now that I have placed the Honor Him challenge upon myself–I have to call the company back and admit my terrible mistake and give back the money (hubby says, it’s not been put back into my account) that I felt so confident was mine! Oh, man!

Why me?

Lord
Thank you for keeping me humble. While it’s painful to admit, I really do appreciate the way you trim and snip my branches.
Amen

On a HAPPY NOTE–I ordered my AWESOME LILLY cup from Purse Lady Too. Not only was it less than you can find anywhere else….it came with FREE SHIPPING! I ordered it on Friday night and received it today (Monday)!! Thank you PLT!!! I don’t want to whine about how long it took to get 2 agenda books (from other companies) and HOW MUCH THE STINKIN’ SHIPPING WAS!! No, I don’t want to tell you. Cause, this is a HAPPY NOTE!!