I want a job where I get paid to sit at home all day and make crafty things.
And then when I want to go off to do things like work with kids, volunteer, travel, enjoy great weather, and whatever else....I can.
And when the times comes I get to be a stay at home mom and possibly homeschool my children.
......so, who's hiring for this position?
haha :)
But really, I just found a bunch of different Christmas wreaths I want to make. If only I had that job! But I will do some with our after school kids over Christmas break! YAY! :)
Monday, November 21, 2011
Sitcoms
Lately my new thing, while Joe is not home or is busy doing something else and I am looking for a way to kill time, is to watch random sitcoms on Netflix.
I never realized quite how much of a fan I was of them. Here are a few qualities I enjoy about sitcoms...
So yeah, just a few minutes ago when Joe "kicked me off" the t.v. where I had been watching sitcoms before he got home, I decided that before I got on the computer and back on Netflix for more sitcom viewing...I would write about my new pleasure--sitcoms! :)
I never realized quite how much of a fan I was of them. Here are a few qualities I enjoy about sitcoms...
- They are pretty short, so you can watch one when you only have a little bit of time or you can fit in a good number when you have a chunk of time--it's a win/win!
- They are funny.
- I love the simple, everyday humor in sitcoms.
- Plus, I grew up watching a lot of these..."Everybody loves Raymond" immediately comes to mind. I watched that with my parents all the time. So it's like a past-time for me also.
So yeah, just a few minutes ago when Joe "kicked me off" the t.v. where I had been watching sitcoms before he got home, I decided that before I got on the computer and back on Netflix for more sitcom viewing...I would write about my new pleasure--sitcoms! :)
Rationalizing
Considering my recent posts, and their dealings with cake, I thought this was only appropriate to post.
Check it out & have a laugh:
http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/2xDDbe/calmblueoceans.com/18/
:) Happy Monday!
Check it out & have a laugh:
http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/2xDDbe/calmblueoceans.com/18/
:) Happy Monday!
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Another gem of a find....
As I continued to peruse the blog I was just discussing in my last post, I saw this comment that a "Dawn" left on one of Kate's posts. It is amazing. Read below:
Now, read it again...this time, put YOUR name in the blank. I mean it. READ IT AGAIN, NOW!
Those who are the right people...those true friends, don't think of you like that. They see YOU. They see your beauty. Embrace that and stop the other voices in your head. Don't let them bring you down!
YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL.
God made you that way.
Dawn responded on 27 Jun 2010 at 3:18 pm#
When my grandmother was 98 1/2 years old she went into a physical decline. In the hospital my sisters and I sat with her, combed her hair & rubbed her hands. I remember a nurse came in and looked at my grandmother. Suddenly I realized that to the nurse my grandmother looked old, haggard, her hair was whisps of white. The nurse could not see my grandmother! She could not see how lovely she was, how funny, how kind. She couldn’t see my grandmother’s long life, her strength thru hard times, her faithful love for her family. The nurse could only see with her eyes. I looked am my grandmother. I COULD see her. It was like magic.
Kate, if you are with people who can’t see you, you are with the wrong people.
Now, read it again...this time, put YOUR name in the blank. I mean it. READ IT AGAIN, NOW!
Dawn responded on 27 Jun 2010 at 3:18 pm#
When my grandmother was 98 1/2 years old she went into a physical decline. In the hospital my sisters and I sat with her, combed her hair & rubbed her hands. I remember a nurse came in and looked at my grandmother. Suddenly I realized that to the nurse my grandmother looked old, haggard, her hair was whisps of white. The nurse could not see my grandmother! She could not see how lovely she was, how funny, how kind. She couldn’t see my grandmother’s long life, her strength thru hard times, her faithful love for her family. The nurse could only see with her eyes. I looked am my grandmother. I COULD see her. It was like magic.
_____________, if you are with people who can’t see you, you are with the wrong people.
YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL.
God made you that way.
Flowing Thoughts...quite jumbled. Good luck.
Alright, I'm feeling especially witty tonight and quite in the mood for writing. I know, that's strange right? Since I've wrote about 1 blog/1.5 months for the past year, but tonight I stumbled upon a new blog (not literally stumbled upon using "stumble upon" a new discovery of mine that I love--you should check it out, really after you finish reading this go google stumble upon!) So tonight I found a blog that I want to talk a little bit about.
But allow me to preface with this. If my (future) child/children begin to use "cuss" words, they will receive a pop in the mouth, some soap on their tongue (non-toxic of course ;) ) or at the very least, a good talking to. However, I do not feel that the usage of cuss words is the END of the world, however, I don't think they should be used either....so yeah, that's the preface. *In a moment you'll understand this and the connection*
So, the blog I discovered tonight is called Eat the Damn Cake. I think I found it when I was looking at hair cuts (don't get any ideas about mine, people) and then I started to explore her other posts besides the one the hair cut search on google led me to. I found one about being fired, and I left a comment that was seriously like therapy. I was exaggerative and some-what mean but it was so entertaining and seriously, it was therapeutic. I have learned something about myself in the past few years and that is when something gets to me--like really makes me mad or upset, but I know it's out of my control--I do two things: first, I cry (I'm such a stinkin' girl) and second, I joke it/about it to lighten up the mood, I guess? But it works, I crack myself up and then it's all good...well, it's better. I often don't mean what I say and I only say it around certain people who understand I don't mean it...like my adoring husband who gets me like no one else in the world and laughs at/with me pretty much daily.
And then I went to the "about" section of her blog and that was so entertaining (like everything else I have read of hers so far) and it was also encouraging. I battle with the fine line between "positive body-image" and "WORKOUT! EAT RIGHT! Be healthy, be thin!!!" I'm not afraid to admit that right now I weigh the most I ever have in my life--and that's okay, but not okay <---here is the battle again, people. Yes, I do not exercise and eat like I should right now, but I am also not obese and on the verge of diabetes and tons of health risks because of my weight either, nor am I leading a completely sedative lifestyle. So yeah, should I be confident and let myself EAT THE **** CAKE?! Or should I push myself, be stressed and try to lose an inch a minute? How about a little of both? I mean really, gals...it's about time we learn that there is a happy medium!
Let's let ourselves eat the d*** cake, but let's also not eat nothing but cake. Let's work out, but let's also not chain ourselves to the treadmill. Let's be confident, not consistently self-conscious of an extra 5, 10 or even 15 pounds. Deal??
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So, now that I've amazed myself with where this blog went...it's confession time. I didn't have a clue what I was going to write about. I just knew I wanted to write. I felt inspired. I felt the words flowing--mind you those words are raw and no sand paper has touched their rough edges, please forgive that ;)
Any who, hope you enjoyed the things that apparently flowed from my mind to my fingers tonight & yes, life is grand for Joe & I all-in-all. Hope you are doing just swell, too. :)
But allow me to preface with this. If my (future) child/children begin to use "cuss" words, they will receive a pop in the mouth, some soap on their tongue (non-toxic of course ;) ) or at the very least, a good talking to. However, I do not feel that the usage of cuss words is the END of the world, however, I don't think they should be used either....so yeah, that's the preface. *In a moment you'll understand this and the connection*
So, the blog I discovered tonight is called Eat the Damn Cake. I think I found it when I was looking at hair cuts (don't get any ideas about mine, people) and then I started to explore her other posts besides the one the hair cut search on google led me to. I found one about being fired, and I left a comment that was seriously like therapy. I was exaggerative and some-what mean but it was so entertaining and seriously, it was therapeutic. I have learned something about myself in the past few years and that is when something gets to me--like really makes me mad or upset, but I know it's out of my control--I do two things: first, I cry (I'm such a stinkin' girl) and second, I joke it/about it to lighten up the mood, I guess? But it works, I crack myself up and then it's all good...well, it's better. I often don't mean what I say and I only say it around certain people who understand I don't mean it...like my adoring husband who gets me like no one else in the world and laughs at/with me pretty much daily.
And then I went to the "about" section of her blog and that was so entertaining (like everything else I have read of hers so far) and it was also encouraging. I battle with the fine line between "positive body-image" and "WORKOUT! EAT RIGHT! Be healthy, be thin!!!" I'm not afraid to admit that right now I weigh the most I ever have in my life--and that's okay, but not okay <---here is the battle again, people. Yes, I do not exercise and eat like I should right now, but I am also not obese and on the verge of diabetes and tons of health risks because of my weight either, nor am I leading a completely sedative lifestyle. So yeah, should I be confident and let myself EAT THE **** CAKE?! Or should I push myself, be stressed and try to lose an inch a minute? How about a little of both? I mean really, gals...it's about time we learn that there is a happy medium!
Let's let ourselves eat the d*** cake, but let's also not eat nothing but cake. Let's work out, but let's also not chain ourselves to the treadmill. Let's be confident, not consistently self-conscious of an extra 5, 10 or even 15 pounds. Deal??
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So, now that I've amazed myself with where this blog went...it's confession time. I didn't have a clue what I was going to write about. I just knew I wanted to write. I felt inspired. I felt the words flowing--mind you those words are raw and no sand paper has touched their rough edges, please forgive that ;)
Any who, hope you enjoyed the things that apparently flowed from my mind to my fingers tonight & yes, life is grand for Joe & I all-in-all. Hope you are doing just swell, too. :)
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