tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71765075942534069372024-03-05T04:20:46.467-06:00That cat by the bartoasting to the good life...Miss Beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00690783828771426408noreply@blogger.comBlogger402125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176507594253406937.post-47440705207608507932020-07-01T20:42:00.002-05:002020-07-01T20:42:26.743-05:00pancakes and popcornIf you could only pick a couple of foods to represent your childhood, what would they be? I am fortunate - I have an abundance of food that comes to mind... BBQ, mom's homemade pizza, the .10 boxes of candy from Food Emporium, orange jello with pineapple/carrots/celery...<br />
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But today I choose pancakes and popcorn.<br />
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<b>Pancakes</b> because every single Saturday morning that I can remember, my mom made pancakes. She made a zillion of them and stored them in a green bun warmer on top of the stove. We were allowed to sleep in, so even if I woke up late, I could still go out and find some pancakes. (I wonder how many she made each weekend?) Warm pancakes with margarine and syrup - mmmm. Smells and tastes like childhood. (I bet there were some Saturdays that she would have liked to sleep in and not make pancakes. Nah. I just can't imagine her not wanting to make pancakes!)<br />
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<b>Popcorn</b> because when we would watch TV as a family, we almost always had fresh popcorn. We had one of those popcorn makers that had an orange plastic lid (or was it clear?) You poured oil in it, then the popcorn, put the lid on and waited for the magic to happen. We would melt better to pour on top before the special ingredient.... Hog's Breath seasoning. Hog's Breath is my mom and dad's secret seasoning recipe. I don't remember why my dad named it Hog's Breath - need to get that part of the story! It mixed with the melted butter on the popcorn and was just so good. This is at the forefront of my mind right now because I got this treat in the mail! Looks like I'm going to have to make some popcorn and find an episode of Matlock or Columbo. <br />
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<br />Miss Beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00690783828771426408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176507594253406937.post-48959932619734303452016-10-02T20:02:00.002-05:002016-10-02T20:02:15.859-05:00myelinationSo - I'm starting school again, which means I'll need a way to procrastinate. Enter.... my blog.<br />
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Blogs aren't even a thing anymore. I know this. I actually find it hard to believe that I used to spend so much time reading them and seeking out new ones! <br />
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I'm not adding a degree, just a certificate, so it will only take 9 months. But I'm hoping that it *does* prompt me to become more intentional with my time. It seems my creativity flourishes more when I need an outlet. (Although I'm going to have to figure out how to blog from my phone because Lord knows that is the only place I have any pictures anymore.)<br />
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Today is just a warm-up to get the cobwebs off. I'm looking forward to dusting off this old brain of mine and myelinating some neurons. Miss Beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00690783828771426408noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176507594253406937.post-92214792501532895402015-11-23T21:38:00.000-06:002015-11-23T21:51:06.165-06:00blessings... 7 years laterExactly seven years ago, I started this blog.<br />
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I remember it being a few days before Thanksgiving... I was in grad school and had a few days off, my family was coming to celebrate with us, and I think I just decided that a blog was a good idea.<br />
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My very first post talks about things that I no longer have any interest in. I read a zillion blogs back then. Now, I don't read any.<br />
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I'm 7 years older but still have a great (albeit different) job, an amazing man, a good dog and no health issues. I still have an incredible family and the best friends I could ask for. Safe to say I am still incredibly blessed and still that cat by the bar, toasting to the good life.<br />
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However, it is crazy how much can happen in 7 years. That feels like a lifetime ago in some ways. I was 31. THIRTY-ONE! Now I am pushing 40. I probably only had about 7 nieces/nephews. Now I am pushing fourteen! There have been some hard, challenging personal times and I've come through them and learned that I *can* do hard things. There have been some hard, challenging personal times for so many that I love, and I have stood by them (and will continue to stand with them) as they learn that *they* can do hard things.<br />
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In a way, I feel like I should add an asterisk or something... I'll still that cat by the bar, toasting to the good life, but I'm also that cat that wants to be home by 10pm. But I'm also that cat that toasts to the good life but also toasts with occasional tears welled up due to some mourning, or longing, or grieving. I think it is important to note that those times aren't any less valuable. After all, you usually have to see the whole picture to really capture the full beauty.<br />
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<br />Miss Beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00690783828771426408noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176507594253406937.post-81150428719076217752015-11-09T20:53:00.001-06:002015-11-09T20:53:22.996-06:00perspectiveMost months, our electric bill is about $100ish. In the summer/hot months, the highest it gets is about $150. (We don't ever really turn the thermostat below 72.)<br />
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This month, I saw this:<br />
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Our bill was literally $200 higher, and it isn't the dead of summer.<br />
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I called Larry and had him immediately go up to the office
to get it straightened out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Turns out,
they had applied somebody else’s bill to ours and overcharged us by $220.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They got it fixed and are going to cut me a
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All I could think was “What if this had happened 10 years
ago?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When I was teaching, I lived
paycheck to paycheck, and I didn’t even do that very well.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If I had been overcharged that much back
then, pretty much every other bill I paid would have bounced and I would have
racked up overdraft and late fees.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They
would have fixed it, but not before it did a number on me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I would have had to borrow money to get gas
and a few packets of ramen.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It would
have been embarrassing and humiliating and not even my fault.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Seems like a lifetime ago, but it really wasn’t.
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So today, I am so very thankful that I had the extra $220 in
my account and only noticed it because I happened to be online on the exact day
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Miss Beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00690783828771426408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176507594253406937.post-38120326996767288822015-11-07T21:17:00.003-06:002015-11-07T21:17:56.135-06:00un-bucket I guess I just don't get bucket lists.<br />
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"Do all of these things before you DIE or your life was basically meaningless!" I'm sure I've misinterpreted it, but that is what it seems like to me. Feel free to enlighten me if I have it wrong.<br />
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Either way, I'm content to live an un-bucket life. I think there are so many magical everyday moments that are worth far more than skydiving or hiking the Appalachian trail could ever be. You can't always plan them either.<br />
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My un-bucket list includes things like:<br />
- having my mom keep me awake when I got a concussion and was scared to fall asleep<br />
- my dad trying his darnedest to embarrass us all by acting crazy in the movie theater parking lot<br />
- singing "Brother Love's Traveling Salvation Show" with my family<br />
- Pot-luck Thanksgiving dinners at church<br />
- the infamous ANWAR SADAAAAAT incident during sibling game night<br />
- dressing up as the Spice Girls for Halloween<br />
- coming home from work to see that 4 weenie dog puppies had been born in my bathroom<br />
- buying my first pair of tall black boots after a nasty breakup<br />
- meeting Larry on a night when I had no intention of even talking to any men<br />
- hearing the name/ birth announcement of new nieces and nephews<br />
- dinner in NOLA at Stella's<br />
- the Red Door night in southern Cali<br />
- the unexpected surprise of vibrant trees changing colors when arriving to see Duke basketball<br />
- shopping along the cinque terre<br />
- walking into my backyard and finding a surprise party planned for me<br />
- hopping into a hummer limo after the Rolling Stones concert when we couldn't find any other way home<br />
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I think John Lennon or somebody said that "life is what happens while you're busy making other plans." I totally agree with that. Instead of planning a bunch of things I want to *eventually* do, I kind of like enjoying the things I *actually* get to do.<br />
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This doesn't mean I won't dream of a month in Italy or of owning a fabulous pair of high heels.... It just means I'll be perfectly content with whatever I've gotten to experience when I finally do kick the bucket.<br />
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I love hearing the stories of "Meet the Teacher" night. How every single one of your kids think they hit the jackpot. Because - let's be honest - they did! Every single one of them has a teacher who has been thinking of them for months and planning for them for weeks. They all walk into their respective classrooms being anticipated. So I love this time of year when everyone else feels that.<br />
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I see your First Day of School posts. Usually, I'll click "like." Because I *do* like them. I love the look in your children's eyes. Some are so excited, some are trepidatious, and some are so embarrassed that you're making them take this picture. (Middle school parents, I'm looking at you.) I see the attention you've taken to do their hair and how you've given them a sign to hold. (I don't care if it is perfectly chalkboarded or simply in ballpoint pen. I get the gist.)<br />
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But I'll just come out and say it....This time of year is also a little hard for me.<br />
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I never actually planned to be a mom, but I figured I would be. And not only that, I was going to be the mom that made funfetti pancakes for a week straight leading up to the first day of school. Make personalized labels for each and every school supply. Pack lunches like a champ, including a daily note and dessert. Have the cutest "first day of Xth grade" pictures on earth. Make the rest of you look like a chump with my teacher gifts. I'M HOMEROOM MOTHER MATERIAL DANGIT!<br />
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But my plans aren't always His plans, and I get to be an Aunt, a teacher, a coach, a facilitator and a cheerleader instead of a mom. And believe it or not, I really am okay with that. I figure there is a reason that has yet to be exposed. So I relish the roles I was given and look forward to seeing what I'm supposed to do with them.<br />
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But please know that if I don't gush over your photos or wish you the best first day ever, it doesn't mean that I'm not happy for you. It just means that I'm thinking about those first day of school outfits that I'll never get to buy.<br />
<br />Miss Beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00690783828771426408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176507594253406937.post-63831855920980370882015-11-02T21:08:00.001-06:002015-11-02T21:08:15.994-06:00hobo casseroleIf you had to pick one food/dish that reminded you of your childhood, what would it be?<br />
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My first inclination is pancakes. My mom made pancakes every Saturday morning. As I got older, we were allowed to sleep in, but that didn't mean I missed out.... there was a green bun warmer that lived on the stove, and without fail - there would be pancakes in there, still slightly warm. I can picture the yellow mixing bowl full of batter as we speak. Some days after school, we had pancake pb&j as our snack. Pancakes are a natural choice for my response.<br />
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But pancakes don't make for a very exciting blog post, so I'm switching midstream.<br />
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I realize now that there were days we had really limited resources. I guess I didn't see it then because we never went without a meal. No matter what, we always had a warm "supper" to sit down to and eat together as a family. I loved my mom's homemade pizza and chalupas, but I have to go with a dish that is somewhat notorious in our home. It is lovingly referred to as "Hobo Casserole." That isn't what we called it when we were kids - I think we called it "hot dog casserole." Because that is what it is. It consists of potatoes, hot dogs and celery in a flour based gravy.<br />
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This is the closest picture I can find, but it is totally wrong:<br />
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Our hot dog pieces were smaller, there were no peas and I don't remember having cheese on top. But MAN, it was good. I think it is true that "love" is sometimes the extra ingredient - that is the only way I can make sense of this now that my palate is a little more refined.<br />
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We haven't had Hobo casserole in a long time. Fortunately, none of us face the reality where a $1 pack of hot dogs is the only meat we can afford. But when I think of it, it may as well have been caviar or foie gras - because it provides me with memories that are just as rich. <br />
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Scratch that... the memories are priceless.<br />
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<br />Miss Beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00690783828771426408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176507594253406937.post-58727966955829771382015-11-01T18:29:00.000-06:002015-11-03T20:37:00.792-06:00dusting her offI can feel my mind starting to get lazy, and that isn't a good thing. I figure that dusting off the ol' blog and writing here again is a good jumpstart - even if it is full of nonsense.<br />
Since I need a little security to make sure I have something say, I'm going to use <a href="https://dailypost.files.wordpress.com/2013/12/365-days-of-writing-prompts-1387477491.pdf">this</a> and <a href="https://dailypost.wordpress.com/category/daily-prompts/">this</a> (and maybe a few other things) as a crutch. I'm not committing to all 30 days or saying I'll do them in any sort of order, but at least it gives me some ideas if I get stuck.<br />
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Today, I'll start with making a list.<br />
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<u>Things I Keep Meaning to Do:</u><br />
1. Get involved in an adult literacy initiative<br />
2. Pre-purchase birthday cards for all family members/put addresses and stamps on envelopes<br />
3. Get my principal certificate <br />
4. Join a conversational Spanish meet-up<br />
5. Use the crockpot more.<br />
6. Learn calligraphy<br />
7. Start cross-stitching and learn to embroider<br />
8. CLEAN THE TILE GROUT. Ugh.<br />
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Baby steps.<br />
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<br />Miss Beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00690783828771426408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176507594253406937.post-16150914771493366062015-01-08T18:02:00.000-06:002015-01-08T22:25:01.524-06:00pearl<div dir="ltr">
I feel like I've already told this story, but don't feel like going back to look. I was waiting for a meeting to start last night and took one of those buzzfeed quizzes... This one was "<a href="http://www.playbuzz.com/gretab10/which-magical-creature-are-you"><b>Which magical creature are you?</b></a>" Don't judge. I had a lot of time to kill. </div>
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I got mermaid.</div>
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It may be pushing it to say I "feel whole" when I'm near the ocean. I love the beach, but that is a bit much. Pretty sure anyone who picks Hawaii as a getaway location gets mermaids but whatever. (Italy was not an option.) </div>
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Anyway, it made me laugh, because when I was young, I used to pretend I was a mermaid. <a href="http://sarahtopia.blogspot.com/">Sarah</a> and I would get dropped off at Maxey Pool for the day. We would swim, swim, swim and swim some more. (Crazy to think there was ever a day when I didn't care about how I looked in a bathing suit.) Eventually we started pretending that we were mermaids. I was "Pearl" and she was "Scissors." (Foreshadowing to the type of grown-ups we would eventually be, no? Me in my cardigans and pearls, her in funky classic style....)</div>
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Now I'm craving a trip to the beach. Thanks a lot buzzfeed. </div>
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I don't have kids, so I have some freedom in my desktop wallpaper. Am I the only person that spends an inordinate amount of time picking the perfect one? There are so many beautiful pictures, funny quotes, and posters with unique typography that it becomes overwhelming. However, I have a few that make it into the rotation quite a bit:</div>
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"I have learned that to be with those I love is enough." Walt Whitman (currently on ipad)</div>
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"Kindness is always fashionable." (Currently on work computer)</div>
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"Always deliver more than you are expected to deliver." (Previously on work computer)</div>
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"Gratitude turns what we have into enough." (Previously on home computer)</div>
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computer is a picture of Larry's tweet being broadcast on CNBC. Not the
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Miss Beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00690783828771426408noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176507594253406937.post-65674068394180290352015-01-01T15:04:00.000-06:002015-01-01T15:04:03.274-06:00the red XI'll be honest - I don't think I've read a blog post in probably 6 months. Maybe more. I used to read them religiously, but like so many other things, it went by the wayside.<br />
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After hours of college football today, I started getting a little restless. Checked Facebook. Zulily. Rue La La. Buzzfeed. I went back to Facebook and even watched some of the links to videos/and articles that I usually scroll through.<br />
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I got around to entering my brother-in-law for a Dr. Pepper scholarship. As I double-checked my gmail account to make sure I had his email address entered accurately, I came across a blog comment that I hadn't "published" yet. Which brought me to my blog, and here I am.<br />
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One of the blogs I used to follow closely was <a href="http://www.kellehampton.com/">Enjoying the Small Things</a>. If you've never read the birth story of her beautiful girl <a href="http://www.kellehampton.com/p/nellas-birth-story.html">Nella</a>, you should. I'll wait. Her post today provided me with enough inspiration to actually write a post. Shocking, I know.<br />
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You all know that I find beauty in the ordinary. I'm not one to strive for greatness, or originality, or to ruffle feathers. I like ordinary. I also like being content. I don't have a 5 year plan. I find comfort in what I have today and I don't worry about what is up next. <br />
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But sometimes I feel guilty and/or conflicted for this. Like relishing in the ordinary is somehow wasting gifts that I've been giving or holding me back from something bigger and better. That being content means I don't have vision and that I've grown complacent. That I'm either not brave enough or that I'm too uninspired to go forth and do great things. <i>That I've settled.</i> To be fair, I think that there is probably an element of truth to all of that. But not enough truth to warrant any negative self-talk or self-doubt.<br />
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So when <a href="http://www.kellehampton.com/2014/12/the-cusp-of-2015-x-im-standing-on.html">Kelle</a> posted this quote, it really spoke to me for some reason: <br />
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<i>"No one longs for what he or she already has, and yet the accumulated
insight of those wise about the spiritual life suggests that the reason
so many of us cannot see the red X that marks the spot is because we
are standing on it. The treasure we seek requires no lengthy expedition,
no expensive equipment, no superior aptitude or special company. All we
lack is the willingness to imagine that we already have everything we
need. The only thing missing is our consent to be where we are." </i><br />
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</i> <i>~Barbara Brown Taylor, An Altar in the World</i><br />
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I think this quote can kind of be twisted and interpreted for whatever personal need the reader may hold. I don't feel lost or unfulfilled, which is probably the intended meaning. But I do like the idea that I've already found the red X that marks the spot. That I'm on it. That I have "permission" to be okay to be happy with where I am and what I have. Basically<br />
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That frees me up to go out and do ordinary things to help other people feel content. Sounds like a win-win to me. Cheers to 2015!<br />
<br />Miss Beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00690783828771426408noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176507594253406937.post-58091084435509580712014-09-12T20:48:00.002-05:002014-09-12T20:48:59.581-05:00one of those weird thingsI got a fun surprise when I checked my email this morning. A woman commented on a post I wrote over 4 years ago:<br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><i>I was doing a Google image search for Vanilla Fields (long story)and suddenly I see this image of a Caboodle! I was like, "Oh my God I remember those!" I was so excited to see this blast from the past that I quickly clicked the link to "Visit Page". I had been severely irritated by my husband, so I was chomping away at a giant bag of Skittles as I read your awesome post. Before I knew it, I had been reading your blog for over an hour and my Skittles were gone. I am loving your blog, you rock and thanks to you (and Skittles) I can now go to bed peaceful. :) on <a href="http://thatcatbythebar.blogspot.com/2010/06/only-best-for-my-vanilla-fields-perfume.html?showComment=1410494523274#c2489374991854326443" style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" target="_blank">only the best for my vanilla fields perfume...</a></i></span></div>
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Miss Beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00690783828771426408noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176507594253406937.post-51627392712476489102014-07-24T20:11:00.001-05:002014-07-24T20:11:25.025-05:00first state in the unionLast month, I went to a nationwide conference in Arizona with other educators. It was wonderful because I actually got to ATTEND instead of work the whole dang thing. <br />
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One evening, we went to eat Mexican food for dinner. Margaritas ensued. We had a "vendor social" to attend at 7, so we arrived fashionably late and gladly partook in the free snacks and open bar. <br />
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I tend to work a room after I've had a cocktail or two, so I was chatting with everyone. Funny story here, tidbits there, we are all having a great time. As I was in line for a new beverage, I see a couple people sitting who look kind of lonely. OF COURSE I want them to feel included, so I decide to grace them with my presence and start a conversation. Here is a rough transcript:<br />
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Me: "Hi y'all! Where are you guys from?"<br />
Him: (gives me a superior look and responds in a condescending tone) "The first state in the union."<br />
Me: "What?"<br />
Him: "We are from the first state in the union."<br />
Me: "Philadelphia?"<br />
Him: "no."<br />
Me: "Virginia?"<br />
Him: "no." <br />
Me: "I'm sorry, I've had a few drinks. But honestly, I probably need to go back to History class for seconds. Even if I hadn't had a few drinks I don't think I would know the answer. <br />
Him: (gives me a superior look)<br />
Me: (turning to other people in the room - "Does anyone know the first state of the union?")<br />
Me: "Just tell me where you're from!"<br />
Him: "Delaware."<br />
Me: "Huh. I forgot Delaware is even a state."<br />
Him: (gives me a smug, superior look that is now tinged with disgust)<br />
Me: "Y'all have fun!"<br />
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I move forward and get a new drink from the nice bartender. (she recently lost her son, so I visited with her for awhile.) I get busy talking with other people. I must say, I really do know how to work a room. At one point I do notice that "Delaware" left. The rest of us had a lovely evening and then called it a night.<br />
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The next morning, we were all breaking up into different tour groups. As I walk towards my group with my colleague, I see that somehow Mr. Smug and I were in the same group. There were only about 15 of us and I could tell he was trying to avoid me, so I said in a sugary voice, "Good Morning Delaware!" I think he gave me a head nod.<br />
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During the tour, I think our Southern charm began to wear off. At one point I think he decided we were actually the "cool kids" and shifted his tune.<br />
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On the charter bus home, he was a couple rows ahead of us. We began chatting. We were talking about how we had to head straight to the airport, we hoped we made our flight, etc. He mentioned they were going to a baseball game that night. I was all, "we should have stayed one more night so we could have gone. That would have been fun." He wished us luck in catching our flight and said that now that the conference was over, he and his colleagues were going to spend some time at the pool and have a few drinks. <br />
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Me: "I did that yesterday."<br />
Him: "Obviously."<br />
All of us: (crack up laughing) <br />
<br />Miss Beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00690783828771426408noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176507594253406937.post-34894763891070615472014-05-08T21:31:00.000-05:002014-05-08T21:50:25.434-05:00talentThere comes a time when we are faced with the fact that we are not as awesome as we may have been led to believe.<br />
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I've been very blessed and things seem to come fairly naturally to me. Granted - I work hard too. But as the Eagles once said, "life's been good to me so far." With the exception of pretty much any athletic endeavor, I tend to learn quickly and do things well. I've always thought I was a. Pretty quick study.<br />
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Until now.<br />
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My original intent at getting a hobby was going to be embroidery and cross-stitch. I still plan to work on that, but in the meantime, I decided I would just learn to knit real quick. The first person that was going to teach me , my friend Jamye, makes it look sooooo easy. I thought I could pick it up while she was in town for a conference. But I got sick and didn't feel up to learning, so I was stuck with some needles and yarn. I decided to ask a colleague and I've met with her a couple times during lunch. About 3 weeks ago, I started making a dishcloth. (Perfect thing to learn with, because, well, it is a dishcloth.)<br />
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I AM HORRIBLE! I mess up pretty much every other stitch. When I do it right, I pull so tight that it makes the next row almost impossible. This is how far I've gotten:<br />
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I never heard the "n" word growing up, at least not from the mouths of actual human beings that I knew. I think that I figured out what it meant when I was watching the "North and South" miniseries starring Patrick Swayze. If it wasn't there, than I really don't know how I ever heard it. I knew that the word existed, but didn't think people really used it when referring to black people.<br />
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Then, in 7th grade, I moved to a small town. Where there was one black person in my entire school. The first time I heard classmates using this word in an obviously derogatory tone, I had that horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. (Like I was being caught red-handed doing something bad.) I felt sick and uncomfortable, but being 13 years old and having no experience in these matters, I didn't say anything and felt bad about it for years. (Although in all honesty, I was way more worried about myself.... I had just gotten both braces on my teeth and a back brace for scoliosis, so I think I felt like I had enough on my plate.)<br />
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It didn't come up very often until I got to high school. There was a senior girl who was dating a guy from a rival small town. She was a cheerleader, an athlete, beautiful, fun, all of those things that "matter" in a small town. And the guy she was dating was black. Again, I was too self-involved to really care one way or another. Until the time that I realized some people are just ignorant, mean idiots. Our school was playing their school. And all of the "popular" guys decided to make a statement. The exact details are fuzzy to me now, but I know that they painted their chests black and each wrote one letter of his name. They would pull up their shirts like you see at a college football game... But this wasn't to show school spirit, it was to show hatred and send him a message. ie - we are better than you. Basically, they wanted to make him feel like the word they used to describe him.<br />
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Thinking about it (and my lack of action) still disgusts me. It was so cruel and unnecessary. I think that girl - Courtney - still lives in that small town. She goes to games in that same gym. I wonder if she ever thinks about that day.<br />
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I remember being so bothered by it that I actually asked my mom what she would do if I ever dated a black guy. Granted, I didn't really know any at the time, but I was tempted to go find somebody just to spite those hateful boys. The topic of inter-racial dating had never really come up for us, probably because there was never really ANY conversation that had anything to do with race in our house. There are good people and there are bad people. You want to surround yourself with good people. Based on every message I'd ever heard from my parents and their total acceptance of basically anyone and everyone we'd ever come across, I think I was probably sure that she was going to say that race didn't matter. <br />
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But when I asked my mom what her thoughts were, when I said, "Mom, what would you think if I dated a black guy?" she said, "Well, I think it would be pretty hard on you." I don't remember what else she said, probably something about how she and dad cared more about me being treated well and being happy, etc. but I clearly remember her saying it would be hard. Maybe she had seen the same sorts of things or heard the same sorts of conversations happening around town, I don't know. But that stuck with me. Not because I thought that SHE really cared whether or not I dated a black guy, but because it made me realize that the are a lot of people that would. I guess it was one of those moments when I realized that I wore rose-colored glasses. It was the first time I realized that just because *I* didn't care what color other people were, it didn't mean everyone else feels the same way.<br />
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I just finished the book "Calling me Home" by Julie Kibler, which is what made me think about all of this. It made me wonder if the reason Courtney's kids are blonde haired and blue eyed is because she got tired of fighting, got tired of being ridiculed, got tired of it being too hard.<br />
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Deep thoughts for my blog, I know. A good book will do that to you.Miss Beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00690783828771426408noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176507594253406937.post-42149796246228430472014-03-07T20:21:00.001-06:002014-03-07T20:34:06.880-06:00AMZN vs ZULarry loves the stock market. (well, it is a love/hate, but it is his job so he spends a lot of time with it.)<br />
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Last week, the guys on one of the shows started talking about Zulily. (ticker: ZU) They were all pretty excited about it and I guess it had a good week. At one point or another, it got compared to Amazon. (ticker: AMZN.)<br />
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I told Larry, "Um, no. Not even close. They are both online stores but that is pretty much where the similarities end."<br />
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I explained that on Amazon, I could order anything I want at any moment in time... jelly beans, underwear, make-up, shampoo, music, electronics, basically anything I could want. I order it, get free shipping and 2 days later it arrives to my doorstep. (thanks to Prime.) People use Amazon as a resource to try and find the best prices and a bigger selection. <br />
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Zulily is where you go to window shop when you're bored. Occasionally you'll see a good deal and make an impulse buy. It caters to moms with kids. You never know what you're going to find. You can't go there and be like "I need a new plastic plug for my patio table so that the umbrella doesn't wiggle around." (the last item I used Amazon for.) Zulily shipping is expensive - and frankly ridiculous, because it takes so long. For example, I placed an order for these 3 items on Feb. 10:<br />
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Not very impressive. You realize this is made out of glass, right? But thanks for the Tom's toothpaste sample.</div>
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Imagine my surprise when I take the candle out of the box and see that a sloppy piece of packing tape is holding the lid to the base:</div>
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Y'all. This is regularly a $35 candle. That is supposed to be a gift and now looks super tacky. But wait - it gets better. I slice open the packing tape and find this beauty:</div>
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There is wax all around the top edge and the outside is all greasy. These candles are soy, so I imagine that it probably melted a little bit. <b>WHICH IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN IT TAKES A MONTH TO SHIP SOMETHING.</b></div>
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(And yes - I see the irony in the fact that I ordered a candle that says "be blessed" and am griping about first world problems such as these. I never said I was perfect.) <br />
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So... take note. If you play the stock market, I say it is time to sell ZU and buy AMZN. I'm pretty much a professional online shopper (just ask my mailman) and I know a rat when I see one.<br />
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<br />Miss Beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00690783828771426408noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176507594253406937.post-50216976580085842732014-03-03T21:00:00.003-06:002014-03-03T21:00:44.559-06:00more honey for my honeyI've always been critical. Not sure why. When I was younger, it made me kind of mean. I was bossy and quick to point out anything that somebody else was doing wrong. Now that I'm older, I'm able to foster it into a more healthy behavior... it serves me well in my educational career. I need to be able to point out areas in which my new teachers can improve and grow. But in my personal life - well, hold that thought. <br />
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On the same hand, I've also always been quick to give others the benefit of the doubt. I try to assume the best - if someone cuts me off in traffic, it must be because they are late for work. The waiter who rang my ticket up wrong is new. The person who sent a nasty email is having a really hard time at home. I truly believe you catch more flies with honey than vinegar.<br />
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Unfortunately, I've noticed that one of the people I love most in this world, the magical white guy, gets more than a healthy dose of vinegar from me. <br />
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I've noticed that lately I've been really quick to defend everyone ELSE first.... I give everyone else the benefit of the doubt and all that is left for him is the nagging, griping, unpleasant, grumpy you-know-what. I don't like that version of myself, so I imagine that he doesn't either. <br />
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He is patient with me - and gives me the grace that I'm so quick to give everyone but him - but I can do better. That is why I'm airing my dirty laundry on this public forum. <br />
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I figure Lent is a good time to examine my inadequacies. Fortunately for me, this flaw (among others) doesn't take a whole lot of reflection to figure out. Is it pathetic that I am going to make a conscious effort for 40 days to dole out more honey in my own home? Probably. But I've decided my scripture<i> </i>to help guide me<b><i> </i></b>towards this particular atonement will be Proverbs 16:24:<br />
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Miss Beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00690783828771426408noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176507594253406937.post-48135647861763554142014-02-19T20:26:00.001-06:002014-02-19T20:26:19.760-06:00lay flat to dryLet me preface this post by saying that the MWG does an amazing job of keeping up with household chores. I cannot complain in any way, shape or form. He does dishes, unloads the dishwasher, takes out the trash, sweeps the floor, does most of the laundry, all of the yardwork, etc. He makes it possible for me to walk in from work and not worry about a sink full of dishes or nagging untidiness in general. I am very grateful and know that I am in a privileged minority when it comes to scenarios such as this.<br />
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But tonight he got irritated with me when I got fussy with him for stepping in and providing "unauthorized' help with my delicate laundry. <br />
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Every couple weeks, I do a load of "hand wash only" and "lay flat to dry" garments. I wanted to wear one of the cardigans again soon, so I got it done tonight. I politely asked him to NOT TOUCH ANYTHING.<br />
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When the washing machine timer went off, I was in the middle of something. (commenting on somebody's facebook post, if you must know.) He got up to attend to it and I said, "Thanks babe! I'll be right there! You don't need to do anything, I'll get it. Please don't touch anything!"<br />
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He tried to get a rise out of me by saying, "I got it" and starting the dryer. I knew he knew better, so I wasn't concerned. I finished commenting and went to gather hangers. <br />
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As I entered the laundry room, HE WAS HANGING MY CARDIGAN UP ON A PLASTIC HANGER. As any loving partner would do, I shrieked, "What are you doing? That will ruin it! It requires that you lay it flat to dry!" He said, "It doesn't matter!" I grabbed it from him, said "YES IT DOES" and proceeded to read the tag out loud...."Reshape Garment and Lay Flat to Dry." He shook his head at me and walked out.<br />
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I'm pretty sure he thought I was crazy, hence this blog post. Let the record state that I took multiple college courses in fashion and textiles:<br />
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(Please disregard the poor grades. It was my last semester and I was sooooo over college.)<br />
Does he have a course called "Textiles" on his transcript? Didn't think so. (I got a B+ in the Clothing Construction class because I skipped the zipper unit. Don't ever ask me to sew a zipper in for you because I don't know how. Obviously.)<br />
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I mean, seriously. Are you really going to try and tell me that you know how to care for a cardigan better than I do? <br />
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(Love you! xoxo)Miss Beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00690783828771426408noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176507594253406937.post-51769355591716746332014-02-01T21:00:00.001-06:002014-02-01T21:00:15.937-06:00fiction<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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going to have to stop talking to me like that.” <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I could feel my cheeks getting flushed and
splotchy the minute the words left my lips but I ignored it and gave him my
best glare.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m no good in
confrontational situations, especially when I know I’m the one at fault.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I silently reminded myself to breathe as he
gave me an incredulous look and said, “Excuse me?”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Listen,
Mike.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I get it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am fully aware of the implications.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But please stop talking to me like I’m an
idiot.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He shook his head as if he was
trying to wake himself up from a nap and took a few giant steps towards me. If
I didn’t know him better I would have been afraid.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was eerily calm as he stopped and picked
up a picture frame with her smiling face trapped behind the glass.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(It was taken last summer – we had gone to
lunch to celebrate her new job and the restaurant carried a beer bearing her
name.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The picture shows her tipping her
head back, laughing, holding a bottle of Allison’s Apple Cider above her mouth
as she lets the last drop fall onto her tongue.) <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He wouldn’t look up as he stared at it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He placed it face down on the dining room
table and said, “She deserves better you know.” With that, he finally looked up
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Look. If
this is where you’re going to tell me what a horrible person I am and how you
can’t believe things have gotten this bad, you can just stop.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I don’t need a lecture from a guy whose own
life is in shambles.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I mean, weren’t you
supposed to be in South Padre this week with your kids?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Oh, wait.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>They don’t talk to you anymore and want their stepdad to adopt
them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Who are you to come in and act
like you’re going to save the day and figure things out for me?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I knew it was a low blow but I had that
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Nice –
glad to see you still have some class.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Glad
you could find a way to work my kids into the conversation.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But you’re right.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I do want to save the day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Did it occur to you that I want to play the
hero because at least there is still a chance for a happy ending for you?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You’ve messed things up but Allison doesn’t
even know yet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You can still fix it.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He picked her picture back up and propped it
up where it belonged. “But you can do it alone because I’m out of here.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I expected
him to be mad or at least give me a look that told me he thought I was
pitiful.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Instead, he just looked tired
as he walked over to open the fridge and grab a bottle of water.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He opened it, took a sip and turned towards
me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was still reminding myself to
breathe and exhaled loudly as he said “Tess.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Fix this.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Please.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He left the bottle on the counter, walked to the front door and fumbled with
the deadbolt as he tried to leave.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It
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Miss Beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00690783828771426408noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176507594253406937.post-26712877766664068772014-01-15T21:00:00.000-06:002014-01-15T21:00:42.030-06:00these boots are made for walkin'At first glance, they are just square-toed boots. <br />
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<br />
Every time I clean out my closet, I open their box, look at them, and think that I should really get rid of them. I can't even wear them anymore... I actually tried today and they kill my feet. Ever since I had foot surgery, a 2 inch heel is about as tall as I can really handle for 8+ hours. (Not to mention they're 10+ years old and not really even in style anymore.)<br />
<br />
But the thing is - they aren't just boots.<br />
<br />
They're the boots that I bought after I broke-up with a loser of a guy. I couldn't afford them. I probably went without food for a week and was late paying credit card bills, but I had to have them. There is something about tall, black leather boots that make you feel like you can conquer anything.<br />
<br />
If you look closely, you'll probably see spots on the leather from tears I shed. I wanted so badly to "save" that loser of a guy. I was going to be the one good thing in his life. I was going to show him what love could be. Pssssh. That dude lied and cheated in every way, shape and form possible. But I still cried over him. Plenty.<br />
<br />
Do you see the scuffs on the toes? That's because I wore them out. Because I still went OUT. 6th street, dive bars, parties.... I remember right after I got them, I went to a house party with <a href="http://daytonsdaytoday.blogspot.com/">Amy</a>. I don't remember too many details, just that the Outkast song "Hey Ya" had just come out and we were dancing around, shaking it like a polaroid picture.<br />
<br />
The high heel was important because I needed SOMETHING to back up my sass. I could give a man a look at the bar that would scare him and make him wither in his seat. And I may or may not have gotten feisty if another girl stole my seat or shoved me as she was walking by, etc. I wouldn't have known what to do if I ever actually got in a fight, but at least I had my boots on. I had no fear.<br />
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Maybe it is wrong for shoes to be a defining factor of a period of your life. But that's what these are to me. They told me I was beautiful, I was strong, I was fun, I was capable, I was worth it. I might be crazy to say that shoes told me what I was. But it is true.<br />
<br />
I guess it kind of feels like these boots represent a time of whimsy... freedom.... youth. (Isn't 36 too young to be sentimental about things like this?)<br />
<br />
When I clean out my closet, I know it is time for these to be retired. <br />
<br />
Maybe next round. <br />
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<br />Miss Beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00690783828771426408noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176507594253406937.post-77677772613823231462014-01-01T22:37:00.000-06:002014-01-01T22:37:00.250-06:0010 10 things I've learned recently:<br />
<br />
- Emergen-C really seems to work. I'm hooked.<br />
- Nice champagne tastes much better than cheap/regular priced stuff. And it is true that it does not give you a headache.*<br />
- Buying a new car is stressful, but it really does feel good to drive it around.<br />
- My family is far more functional than I ever realized as a child.<br />
- I really do love to cook, I've just gotten lazy. We got a Pioneer Woman holiday cookbook (thanks Stacy!) for Christmas and I've already made 2 recipes. I'm going to use it every holiday.<br />
- It is okay to be a cardigan girl.<br />
- I really like sleeping in.<br />
- I really like reading.<br />
- I really like gummy products but really dislike what we've dubbed "gummy tummy." (This is the horrible, lethargic feeling that comes with eating a tub of spice drops. Hypothetically, of course.)<br />
- I truly loved my Blackberry.<br />
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*disclaimer - it is possible that the champagne tasting good and not causing a hangover is because I didn't drink it excessively and was in bed at a decent hour.<br />
<br />Miss Beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00690783828771426408noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176507594253406937.post-542326955409257192013-12-31T17:15:00.002-06:002013-12-31T17:15:30.894-06:00need, want, hope, prayAll of a sudden, it is New Year's Eve. <br />
<br />
13 is my lucky number, so I was really thinking this past year was going to be amazing. The bad news is that I wouldn't say it was AMAZING but the good news is that it was pretty good. A glance at my facebook "year in review" reminds me that I am blessed in so many ways. <br />
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I don't really do New Year's Resolutions, but it is safe to say I *do* plan on making some healthy habit changes. You know - the usual stuff. But since I am in the mood to post, I figure I can come up with at least 4 sentences to get me in the spirit of NYE:<br />
<br />
In 2014, I <b>NEED</b>: to quit being lazy. Get a hobby, get involved, take a walk, whatever.<br />
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In 2014, I <b>WANT</b>: to clean my closet and get rid of most of it. I wear the same things over and over anyway!<br />
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In 2014, I <b>HOPE</b>: that everyone I love stays in good health.<br />
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In 2014, I <b>PRAY</b>: that I will continue to grow as a woman of faith.<br />
<br />
And since I don't plan on leaving the house tonight but want to include a picture, here is a relevant photo from 6 or 7 (or more?) years ago. <br />
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Cheers!Miss Beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00690783828771426408noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176507594253406937.post-50843251326665324332013-11-08T12:25:00.000-06:002013-11-08T12:25:00.061-06:00novio<a href="http://funlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2013/10/blogtastic-november-month-of-gratitude.html"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><b>November </b>8</b> – A family member. What is something that person does that makes your life better or easier?</span></a><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Since today is Larry's birthday, it is only appropriate that I choose him.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I am thankful for his wisdom - you need advice? He has it. He will analyze the situation and tell you the truth, even if it isn't what you want to hear. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I am thankful for his generosity - you need help? He has it. No matter how big or small, he is generous to a fault. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I am thankful for his immaturity - you want to laugh at inappropriate times and feel like you're back in junior high? Sit by him. He is a prime example that growing old doesn't mean you have to grow up. He reminds me to quit taking things so seriously and have a little fun.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I am thankful for his perseverance - you want to be encouraged to stay the course and not give up? He will live by example and remind us that no matter where you come from, no matter what you've faced, you can get through it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Happy birthday to the Magical White Guy who makes my life better every day! </span>Miss Beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00690783828771426408noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176507594253406937.post-22622872778220844982013-11-07T19:19:00.000-06:002013-11-07T19:19:00.215-06:00brother love<a href="http://funlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2013/10/blogtastic-november-month-of-gratitude.html"><br /></a>
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<a href="http://funlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2013/10/blogtastic-november-month-of-gratitude.html"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><b>November </b>7 </b>– A song that, whenever you hear it, makes you grateful for something. What is the song, and what does it make you thankful for? (Play that song today. And dance around to it.)</span></a></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Well, this is an easy one! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I don't know the story behind it (remind me to ask my parents!) but Neil Diamond's <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nhGMmmd9Ixs">"Brother Love Traveling Salvation Show</a>" is one of the theme songs for our family. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">For as long as I can remember, it has been sung at every BBQ. The ladies sing all the halle-halle-halle-hallelujiah parts. It is pretty awesome.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Here we are singing it as a family:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(and yes... there is a school bus in my parent's backyard. My oldest brother bought it. It has been converted to have beds, a stove, etc. for camping.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Anytime I hear this song, it makes me grateful to have such an amazingly unique, weird, fun, music-loving, God-fearing, knee-slapping family.</span></div>
Miss Beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00690783828771426408noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176507594253406937.post-42942915105450690542013-11-04T21:36:00.000-06:002013-11-04T21:36:30.747-06:00steph<a href="http://funlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2013/10/blogtastic-november-month-of-gratitude.html"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>A Month of Gratitude: </b></span></a><br />
<a href="http://funlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2013/10/blogtastic-november-month-of-gratitude.html"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>November 4 </b>– A person at work, present or past.</span></a><br />
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Spraying cotton. Babysitting. Tutoring. Waitressing. Waitressing. Waitressing. Nannying. Teaching kids. Teaching grownups. Those are the jobs I've held, give or take a few.<br />
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Today, I'll be thankful for my first "professional" coworker, Stephanie.<br />
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I graduated from college in mid-December one year and started teaching in January. I had just turned 23 and I had no idea what I was doing. I had the student teaching credentials, the portfolio, the syllabus template, and found out very quickly that I had NO CLUE what I was supposed to do with 32 teenagers at a time! Fortunately, Stephanie was knowledgable and supportive and helped me fake my way through it.<br />
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Stephanie is an organized, particular, perfectionist type person and she was exactly what I needed. We built our program from 2 teachers to 4, and had a great time doing it. I think that one of my favorite memories was when we decided to do a "lock-in" with our student organization at school. This is how I know we were young.... Who willingly volunteers to stay overnight at school? The girls had so much fun... Office chair races down the hall, manicures, movies, and lots of snacks. The funniest part is that all these teenagers were asleep by 3am.... Stephanie and I were the only ones that stayed up all night. (Although in retrospect, it is probably because we did not want to sleep on a cold, hard floor. Plus, we were both single at the time, so I'm sure we had lots of boy drama to discuss.)<br />
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Time went by and we have both moved on from our positions, but I'll always be thankful that I spent those 6 years with her. We made a good team!Miss Beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00690783828771426408noreply@blogger.com2