tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25567234512269252972024-02-07T12:18:10.497-08:00One day at a time...Just the ramblings of a teal loving, makeup addicted,Crossfitting, yogi teachin-n-makin, health nuttin' Legen- wait for it,dary mom.Miss Pinkiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11681350860342804872noreply@blogger.comBlogger42125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2556723451226925297.post-40334561970206278152015-04-05T19:23:00.001-07:002015-04-05T19:38:37.839-07:00Wuv twu wuv<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;" id="docs-internal-guid-bff5b218-8c86-fc3f-e143-e8b9a4ade050"><span style="font-size: 24px; font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline;">Love. Most people have been in it right? At least once? Hopefully! Whether it be puppy love or the real deal. The finish-each-other-sentences, the twitterpated, toe tingling, gushy, mushy, butterflies. LOVE. Something I have noticed coming from both sides of the fence, everyone WANTS it. Some don’t and won’t admit it. But those people who say things like “Gag-get a room!” or “So annoying everyone is all in love around me, I hate it!” or “Valentines Day is a stupid holiday!” are all people who truly want to be in love but are just not in a place in their lives where that will happen. Those are the women who really want flowers sent to them on Valentines Day and men who really want a woman to kiss in public. They won’t meet someone for multiple reasons, but one of them being they are too jaded. They think all men are scum, all women are sluts, or they think there is just not the right person out there for them. Those of course are very blanket statements. We all know plenty of women who are not sluts. I know plenty of men who are not scum. I view it as this: anything that you keep putting out their in the universe will not happen because you are not allowing it to. If you keep saying “I will never lose the weight.” You are right- you won’t. If you keep saying “I will never meet a girl right for me.” You are right, you won’t. I have been divorced for almost ten years. In this time I have never taken the “All men are douchebags!” frame of mind. I have always believed that somewhere out there I would meet the man who was meant for me. Granted there were a few really TOUGH heartbreaks where I thought maybe I was meant to be single for the rest of my life. Thank goodness those were brief. I have dated a LOT of men who make the rest of the men on this earth look like real gems. I have dated a man who on the first (and last!) date stood back and looked me up and down and said “I could so impregnate you!” I have dated a man who thought it was ok to show up early and buy his food and not even wait for me (so he wouldn't have to pay for mine), or go “dutch” on one beer. I have dated a man who thought it was okay to leave me downtown at midnight after pouring 32 ounces of water on me for no reason. (His reason...he BIT me and was mad I didn’t think it was funny.) I have attempted to date a man who thought it was okay to ask me If I was into threesomes before we even met. We never met. I have dated a man who thought it’s perfectly okay to own 32 pets and let chinchillas run around the house pooping wherever they wanted to. I have dated a man who stole my identity and opened a credit card and cell phone in my name, and wrote checks that he stole from my check book. I put him in jail for 4 years, and of course posted his pic on </span><a href="http://www.dontdatehimgirl.com" style="text-decoration:none;"><span style="font-size: 24px; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(17, 85, 204); text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline;">www.dontdatehimgirl.com</span></a><span style="font-size: 24px; font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline;">. I have dated a man who thought I was cheating on him because I didn't answer my phone for one hour and called me 18 times and sent me over 100 text messages. All while I was in a store printing out pictures to make him a scrapbook for Christmas. (I broke up with him, never wasted my time making said scrapbook.) I have been date raped. I HAVE EVERY REASON TO NOT BELIEVE TRUE LOVE EXISTS. Why I never gave up I don’t know. I just have always been an optimist. Cup half full. Silver lining! If I can still believe in love so can you and your bitter jaded heart.</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 24px; font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline;">I posted a question on Facebook asking my friends if they had ever been in true love. I had about 50 comments and out of all of those maybe 5 said no. One thing that surprised me with a few people sent me private messages saying that their true love was not their spouse. So sad. But I think that yes we all have been in love at least once, and if we haven’t we maybe are still holding out hope? I think nowadays with instant husband picking (ie:online dating) people are so quick to dismiss someone for little ridiculous things like “he had crooked teeth” or “she had bad skin.” It is quite sad really. I myself used to be like that until I had dated enough douchebags to just want a guy who treated me like I deserve to be treated. But now I know there is no such thing as unconditional love with another person. With your child you will always love them. Even if they committed some heinous crime they are still your child and you will still love them. With a S/O you put conditions on them whether or not you like to realize it or not. We need to learn to just love no matter what. No one is perfect. No one will ever be that perfect person for you. But there is someone who you can make it work with. There is someone who will come awfully close. There is someone who will make you feel like it’s going to be alright even in the darkest of times.</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 24px; font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline;">I don’t believe there's only one person out there for each person, but I do believe you can meet someone that it just clicks. It just feels right. It is all those stupid cliches of “When you know you know” and “He completes me” and,” When you meet someone you will understand why it didn’t work out with anyone else.” </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 24px; font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline;">So before you make rash judgments against someone whose only crime is being happily in love- think about that just maybe they have had a REALLY HARD LONG ASS road and maybe they deserve to be happy. Just because you are in a place in your life where you think all men suck does not mean that anyone wants to hear about it. Stop being so negative all the time. Get out in the world, take a walk, meet new people. Eat a flipping donut for Pete’s sake. NO ONE LIKES Bitter Betties and Pissy Pams. NO man or woman in the world has said “ Oh that girl Sarah she’s so bitter it's hot!” be the kind of person you want to meet. The world needs more people who are happy and in love. So try attracting that into your life. Let’s face it-we all want love. The world needs more love. So spread love wherever you go and do your best to not crash on other people’s lovey dovey parades because you do not know the road they have traveled to get where they are today. And in the words of my honey “ More love is always the answer.” </span></p><span style="font-size: 24px; font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline;">Peace, Love, and Namaste Bitches!</span><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLN05dI-1_Qb7sh17gjHTA7IXJtxPAxGcq0nJZcjvE83v7t8i-h-nVCZ17H2zqbVJ1AeYOxNEDAB-UGw5gIZYmTy_JE7yCu1-izN7m3Su-hlqey1nCN095HSFKFrvT79heavmyP6z80Dg/s640/blogger-image--1206825675.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLN05dI-1_Qb7sh17gjHTA7IXJtxPAxGcq0nJZcjvE83v7t8i-h-nVCZ17H2zqbVJ1AeYOxNEDAB-UGw5gIZYmTy_JE7yCu1-izN7m3Su-hlqey1nCN095HSFKFrvT79heavmyP6z80Dg/s640/blogger-image--1206825675.jpg"></a></div>Miss Pinkiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11681350860342804872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2556723451226925297.post-55598728751699131092014-09-21T18:17:00.001-07:002014-09-21T18:18:17.148-07:00An Angry yoga teacher...<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
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Miss Pinkiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11681350860342804872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2556723451226925297.post-358620595498141852014-09-16T20:13:00.000-07:002014-09-16T20:13:20.430-07:00Elleanor's Bear.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I have had a series of life events that when they happen I know immediately it’s God ordained. It’s not just chance or a fluke thing. This may be a simple thing and you all may think “Naw thats just a coincidence!" But to me it’s just a constant reminder that God is watching me and he loves me even If I don’t go to church or pray as often as I should. </div>
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My grandma Elleanor worked at a department (Weinstocks-what is now Macy's) store years (around 1960-70) ago in the Curtain/upholstery section. The store went out of business and she was able to keep all the sample books. So she has hundreds of swatches of fabric that are bright velours, fuzzy velvets and quirky 70’s patterns. All are small rectangles with paper trim on the back and ring holes for the binder. Well Grams, being the frugal crafty lady that she was kept them for YEARS. She always planned on doing something with them but could never decide on what to do. I remember always loving to look at them when I little. Running my hands over the red velours wanting to make something out of it but scared to ask for the fabric. Well when I was visiting her last she told me to go through and pick out some that I wanted. So I did, I set some aside (she has HUNDREDS) and she took it upon herself to send me those ones I set aside. Well when I received them I was thrilled, felt like as her granddaughter she knew I would do something with them, something that she never did. She always wanted to but didn’t know what. Mind you she was always busy with her roses or building a compost or crocheting, I've never known her to sit still. Even now at 95, she plays games, crosswords etc…you cannot slow her down. So last week my grandma had a mini stroke and a mini heart attack and had partial blockage on her heart she was going to need an angiogram and possibly a stint put in. I was upset. Sad I lived so far away. Feeling sorry that I hadn't caller her more often. Sad I haven’t seen her in the past 4 years (I live in TN, she lives in CA, the flights are usually around $400- on a cheap day) sad her little body might not be able to handle surgery. Her little 104 lb body that the she will argue with if you say she weighs otherwise. She weighs 104! So I was texting my older sister Becca (who is my grams caregiver) and she says "You can FaceTime her if you want and see that she is going good!" I was in bed, with faced washed (READ:no makeup!) and eyes puffy because I had been crying worrying about my grandma. Becca says “Julie you will see her she is doing good, there’s nothing to worry about!” So I had a blast FaceTime-ing with her, one of the first things she said was “I saw you on the Facebook” lol LOVE HER. </div>
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Oh and “ Why do you keep scrunching your face up like that it’s not attractive!” And I walked about the house and showed her some of the things that she has inspired me to do, surrounding myself with things I love, and a collage of mirrors just like she has! While I was talking to her I told her about giving my friend Jennifer who has an Etsy boutique ( <a href="https://www.etsy.com/shop/beulahbellesboutique" target="_blank">HERE!!!</a> ) some of her fabric swatches. I had given Jennifer the fabric and I swear 4 days later she posted pictures of a beautiful teddy bear she made with Grams fabric!! After that fabulous FaceTime call, I pulled up the pics of the bear that Jennifer made (to send to my grandma) and realized that she had picked butterfly fabric. I burst into tears. Again. When I was little my grandma had this giant poster of butterflies and all the grandkids would color on them whenever we came over. Grams had butterfly magnets, butterfly mugs and t-shirts. She loved butterflies. What are the chances that my friend who has never met my grandma would pick a fabric that might as well have had grams name on it??? I felt like was God’s way of saying Grandma’s going to be ok for a while longer. At Peace. Now to plan that trip out to CALI!!!!<br />
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Miss Pinkiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11681350860342804872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2556723451226925297.post-36572447022491384042014-04-16T20:04:00.001-07:002014-04-16T20:46:23.710-07:00Silver linings and the power of words<div>So I've been thinking a lot about the power of words. <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">More so the power of someone's impact on you with a simple phrase.</span></div><div>I've become a part of the Facebook group that is literally one of the best thing that is ever happened to me. <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">All of a sudden I'm surrounded by people that are picking out the best qualities in me an pointing them out to me when I'm never seen them before. People I don't even know are telling me good things about myself.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Even though I'm at one of my highest weights,I feel amazing. </span></div><div>I feel loved even from strangers far away.</div><div>I can't even remember what life was like before them -only I know it wasn't this good. Think about how when someone gave you a compliment that really meant a lot. <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">How you were kind of flying high for a while and it just made you feel really good. </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">What if we all did that all the time to our kids? To our spouses? To our parents?</span></div><div>What if instead of griping about the bad drivers and griping about expensive GMO laden foods what if we just talk about what we're grateful for? </div><div>How about every time you see someone you give them a complement in person or on Facebook! I know this world would be a better place if everyone spewed out complements faster then you can complain. I <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">have friends that I consider Debbie downers I have hidden them from my feed. I c</span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">hoose to surround myself with positive, happy people </span></div><div>On the outside I may look like I have it all together, but I assure you I don't. I could point out all of my negative flaws but there's no reason to. I'm choosing to only see the good in me and my life.</div><div>You were put on this earth to make someone else's life better!</div><div>So how are you doing with that and what have you done lately?</div><div>Pick out the best qualities in the people that you love and tell them all the time every day- pick different things!!! You know what? You might pick something that they never saw and you could change the entire way they think about themselves. Power of positivity is life changing!!! I've had people ask me how did I get through my son being sick ( he's had a heart transplant and cancer twice and multiple bouts of pneumonia) how did I handle that? They say things like " I could never be as strong as you!</div><div>I chose to not let it define me to not let it ruin my outlook on life. I <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">chose to be grateful for my child able to be in one of the top 10 hospitals in the USA! </span></div><div>We have cardiologists that celebrate birthdays with us! Like literally walked into the doctors office with the candles on cupcakes! </div><div>Sure I could be bitter about the fact that my ex-husband has been remarried for eight years and I have barely come close to marriage.</div><div>I could be bitter about the fact that I can barely pay my bills. But I have a good job and coworkers that love me and hug me daily. True story. I have two amazing boys who love me even though we don't always get along. Who still hug me and humor me.</div><div>I have an ex-husband has paid child support on time every month for the last 10 years. That's more than most single moms get. I also get along really well with his wife and I know for a fact that's rare these days. </div><div>I have family that loves me even though only one of them live in Tennessee. I choose to see the silver lining I believe that every crisis has a silver lining. You may not see it at the time but later we can look back and feel blessed. So try spouting out complements, pick the positive qualities-see the good be the good, and love with your whole heart!! You will see your life change. I promise.</div> <br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrZASVFMKl7AhXeNblbSwBstx7k82bQ5iSNS_o7dX1471N5ib1VR_fud72f0_PI7swKwWWU6x4rt2ekubjIN3yqaAx7myYTH_ZOsIcUrqTuMO87YTU0-nMgFtuTVJA0Ml_pRXu-l1-ri0/s640/blogger-image-955672684.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrZASVFMKl7AhXeNblbSwBstx7k82bQ5iSNS_o7dX1471N5ib1VR_fud72f0_PI7swKwWWU6x4rt2ekubjIN3yqaAx7myYTH_ZOsIcUrqTuMO87YTU0-nMgFtuTVJA0Ml_pRXu-l1-ri0/s640/blogger-image-955672684.jpg"></a></div> <br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg17iWSbPARQBq2Wij6nml10rCvmGCIvksVVYOJ1xV2Xv76rLhG3Xdgs3YvyvYBjqLMUeFPhq3OLspcEusZCE8nBsOss1KgC-zqCFziTC_BlV5zc6wGMh7ZJLnqK9Pb9m3fPgiQ-fTMizw/s640/blogger-image-1913630312.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg17iWSbPARQBq2Wij6nml10rCvmGCIvksVVYOJ1xV2Xv76rLhG3Xdgs3YvyvYBjqLMUeFPhq3OLspcEusZCE8nBsOss1KgC-zqCFziTC_BlV5zc6wGMh7ZJLnqK9Pb9m3fPgiQ-fTMizw/s640/blogger-image-1913630312.jpg"></a></div> <br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXmUyW_5H-yg7JsG6MJvIyVvoSCmeXJqX452rhuD8FSp98yEFCayAoT3WrE5UMt76aNjhCe2dO-nRfvPDN1Sf1VL0I8Idb-jNzZ8IWOkHxLkh54D2Z39kGIsmGUp3GT0ENv36ip-koUms/s640/blogger-image--2030282680.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXmUyW_5H-yg7JsG6MJvIyVvoSCmeXJqX452rhuD8FSp98yEFCayAoT3WrE5UMt76aNjhCe2dO-nRfvPDN1Sf1VL0I8Idb-jNzZ8IWOkHxLkh54D2Z39kGIsmGUp3GT0ENv36ip-koUms/s640/blogger-image--2030282680.jpg"></a></div> <br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUviG8lXemaAC8S4kwMpIWKoB7kAJ22JhUG12s0mO230jrL7D5sWFYfyG5-2OSanjGhcgyHUBHChigi8iziI4NT3TcpR07XKtrlafjgALfPQhd1nzF2ZKsCIJlxMvP9Ozfbu-TNyrtf_Y/s640/blogger-image--1662818038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUviG8lXemaAC8S4kwMpIWKoB7kAJ22JhUG12s0mO230jrL7D5sWFYfyG5-2OSanjGhcgyHUBHChigi8iziI4NT3TcpR07XKtrlafjgALfPQhd1nzF2ZKsCIJlxMvP9Ozfbu-TNyrtf_Y/s640/blogger-image--1662818038.jpg"></a></div> <br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3LVTuHcY7pZLFMtsqf8Qc3Nz1CiauLSzwz32rPvgSVrVXS1cXxnhj2nVnD6jOPv4YyrCRfFucG1vvCeAqwffdaa7kp5s7OLpoJ-_9Yv8CQZGZTTwS1nqXA7135l38EzHNnyFlNDfqo5Q/s640/blogger-image--659045337.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3LVTuHcY7pZLFMtsqf8Qc3Nz1CiauLSzwz32rPvgSVrVXS1cXxnhj2nVnD6jOPv4YyrCRfFucG1vvCeAqwffdaa7kp5s7OLpoJ-_9Yv8CQZGZTTwS1nqXA7135l38EzHNnyFlNDfqo5Q/s640/blogger-image--659045337.jpg"></a></div> <br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div>Miss Pinkiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11681350860342804872noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2556723451226925297.post-39841910221852218712013-10-12T09:23:00.001-07:002013-10-12T09:23:56.276-07:00True confessions : I'm just Waiting...Do you ever just feel like you are living until something? Until your ship comes in. Until you lose weight. Until you get that promotion. Until you meet the man or woman of your dreams. Until you can buy a house or whatever. Maybe you're spending more of your life waiting for stuff to happen instead of enjoying each moment you have and living life to the fullest. I know I keep waiting. I keep making excuses. We'll, this weekend a series of events have made me decide I'm going to stop making excuses. Stop whining. Stop ignoring the truth. Stop living the way I'm living and actually make some changes. Life is too short to not care about our health, our kids health or just our future in general. One thing I did was being ignorant as a parent and trusting my child's word instead of really investigating what he's been doing or who he has been hanging out with. I didn't really dig because I didn't want to deal with the confrontation. Also in my own life I keep ignoring the fact (ignoring by not really making any significant changes) that I am only five pounds away from what I weighed when I was NINE months pregnant. A pregnancy that I gained 70 pounds. That's right folks. I am SEVENTY POUNDS OVERWEIGHT. Don't tell me it's muscle or I'm big boned. It's a LOT OF FAT. It's time to stop making excuses about why I'm stuffing my face with bread, stop making excuses for why I'm not going to church. Why I'm not being an active parent and really snoop into what he's getting into. I need to stop making excuses. Face the confrontations in life. I'm over it. Over the whining, over the scale. Over the screaming 200 pound mark. I'm so embarrassed I let myself get like this. Stop blaming the health issues for why I've gained weight. So what if the older you get, it's harder to lose weight. Just means I have to work harder. Mark my words- this is my year to reclaim my life. Stop making excuses. Be the mom my kids can be proud of. Be a person I can be proud of. Stop being afraid of confrontation. Look life head on and say "Let's do this!!" I don't know what I was waiting for! But time is now! Got my big girl panties on, time to grow up face the music, face the scale, face the truth.Time to go lace up the shoes!!! <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOHmLF9GrvhsLyxVycXsbRBQ0iI33XeU3bfcwtremTkKUk-FF8Rk0Rg6bxiLT1MIUMTeIvGhrWISPd0Gsy2aod-UegfcNPDteje-192X6d-SmarTTYaliwe9e1V01yeQ3jw9KGYmMXb3Q/s640/blogger-image-167279555.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOHmLF9GrvhsLyxVycXsbRBQ0iI33XeU3bfcwtremTkKUk-FF8Rk0Rg6bxiLT1MIUMTeIvGhrWISPd0Gsy2aod-UegfcNPDteje-192X6d-SmarTTYaliwe9e1V01yeQ3jw9KGYmMXb3Q/s640/blogger-image-167279555.jpg" /></a></div>Miss Pinkiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11681350860342804872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2556723451226925297.post-2127330960825093112012-11-11T17:56:00.001-08:002012-11-11T18:10:24.240-08:00Today was the day 11 years ago that we got a call...<span lang="EN"><br />
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<span lang="EN"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">That changed our lives forever. My son Gavin was sick. We will never know if he was born with Cardiomyopathy or if he caught a virus that caused his heart to be enlarged...but either way it was a grim outlook. He lost a lot of weight and things did not look good. I was told in October of 2001 that he would need a heart transplant. My baby, who had shrunk down to a 14lbs at six months old, would need a complete heart transplant! The medicines he was on were not helping. His heart was still the size of a 17 year old males. He was put on a Donor Transplant list. We waited only nine days, which is unheard of, most people wait years for an organ transplant. I still remember being on a date with Gavin’s dad and coming home to my best friend Ginger, who had been sitting at home in pins and needles waiting for us to get home, saying that we needed to call the hospital right away (this was before the days that everyone had cell phones) We called Vandy and Gavin’s' cardiologist said "We think we have a match, we need you to come down here!" I remember feeling so happy, so hopeful but yet still having a lump in my throat, knowing that somewhere some family was sitting bedside to a dying child. They were choosing to say goodbye. We will be forever grateful to this family as their heartache and loss gave us hope. They saved Gavin’s life. This is my letter to the donor family that i am sending this week. Only took me eleven years to finish it. Break out your tissues folks! And go hug everyone you love, you never know what could happen to you or them! Life is too precious!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">It has taken me so long to write this letter. Every time I try to write a thank you card it overwhelms me, as a “thank you card” is so trivial compared to what you gave us. It’s difficult to put the emotions I have into words. Words cannot describe how I feel. It’s so much more than writing a thank you letter. It’s so much more than being grateful, so much more than being thankful. It’s not taking any moment for granted now because I know how close I came to being in a similar position as you. Being close so to losing him was heart wrenching (he was only 6 months old and we barely got to enjoy him) and then all of the sudden getting a new lease on his life. There have been many nights before the transplant (while waiting/hoping for his heart to get better) that I was worried my biggest fear of outliving my child would come true. I don’t know how you endured what you have, I only know that it was probably the hardest day, week, year. of your life. The fact that you chose to give my son and many others life through your child’s organs is something we could never repay. I am hoping you find some solace in the fact that you have helped many people. Every November I think about how happy I am that my son has lived to see another year, and then there is always that burst of sadness when I think about his anniversary of a second chance of life is your anniversary of a death. I am truly sorry for your loss. I could not imagine what you went through. I only hope that you can combine the memories you do have with thoughts of knowing that even in the midst of your pain and loss many people were given second chances. I know that on November 11th, 2001 when we were waiting to hear back whether or not your child’s heart was a match for my son, knowing that somewhere in TN a family was saying goodbye and choosing to end their child’s life to save a few more…it was so emotional. It was a mix of emotions, feeling guilty for being so happy but knowing somewhere you were going through a nightmare. I cannot explain how truly grateful we are to you. I am sorry it has taken us so long to correspond. Our lives have been forever changed by my sons needing a heart transplant. We have been blessed, tested and challenged but most of all speechless with hearts overflowing with gratitude. What do I say besides thank you? It just seems so trivial when you consider what you chose, gave my son LIFE. We are so grateful for every day Gavin gets to be with us, made possible by you deciding to donate your child’s organs. Thank you for giving me/us the past 11 years with my son. Thank you for giving him a healthy heart so that he could play flag football and a loving heart so that he would be the sweetest child I could imagine. Thank you for giving me time with my child who loves to come climb in my bed and snuggle, and read together. Thank you for giving him a loving heart that at age 11 he is not embarrassed to be seen hugging his mama. Thank you for giving me such special moments that we might not have had if the disease he had won. He has such a sweet disposition, he often is very concerned with others feelings. He loves movies, loves to read and he’s great at sports, his newest obsession is football! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I often wonder if he has some of the same character traits as your child. I would love to think he did. I want you to know that he is one of the sweetest kids I know, and I am not just biased because I am his mom,well maybe! But he has been such a blessing in my life. I know I am so blessed to spend every minute I get with him. I just wanted to finally let you know how we will always be and have been forever truly grateful. Please know that in the midst of heartbreak you did a wonderful, amazing, selfless act. One that cannot be matched, we will be forever indebted to you and your family. Thank you a million times over. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">God bless you and make His face shine upon you. Love the family of Gavin.</span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">One rare pic before the heart transplant!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXqFvvEOkNAzjeY-Mc-RbX6ZJI7nPjWO9LBF9sV0u_QJwstNvrQ-Bz_urAJHa2V5Z5RABwpMCvRNJxX4BDTLZ-B7l2g50uMLOzokBH_JK0shrYf3Kz8emLuuYmY9UcA30FY5Ei38UDe2o/s1600/gav1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXqFvvEOkNAzjeY-Mc-RbX6ZJI7nPjWO9LBF9sV0u_QJwstNvrQ-Bz_urAJHa2V5Z5RABwpMCvRNJxX4BDTLZ-B7l2g50uMLOzokBH_JK0shrYf3Kz8emLuuYmY9UcA30FY5Ei38UDe2o/s320/gav1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A few days after!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLY4kwaEN1X5yC27ZZhfs5YR9NRp6xNjZa-4NC7kzboQKntj45nftaKrfsFrJhmQpGxZ2NrQyTgFKOithHqavYD9jNgW-_5MWw36AJCQzArGC4onvYZrIGDppXAO-mrNZGzc2EZmKEDmo/s1600/263909_10151133678594166_1733020405_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="305" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLY4kwaEN1X5yC27ZZhfs5YR9NRp6xNjZa-4NC7kzboQKntj45nftaKrfsFrJhmQpGxZ2NrQyTgFKOithHqavYD9jNgW-_5MWw36AJCQzArGC4onvYZrIGDppXAO-mrNZGzc2EZmKEDmo/s320/263909_10151133678594166_1733020405_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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Miss Pinkiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11681350860342804872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2556723451226925297.post-12568330909561753272012-08-15T21:16:00.000-07:002012-08-15T22:19:24.567-07:00We are all just a few weeks away....<span lang="EN">I’ve seen her a few weeks in a row. Green tank top. Blue jeans. Black back pack. Blonde hair in a pony tail. Holding a cardboard sign. It says <i>“ Living in my car. God Bless</i>” I think. She stands at one of the busiest insections in Brentwood. I know each time I see her, I wish I had a few bucks in my wallet or at the very least a granola bar I could give her. Tonight she wasn’t there. At least not at the normal time. And then I saw her. At about 8:30. Same tank top, same back pack. I almost turned around the car. What would I say? What would I do? If I let her come to my house would she steal from me? The thought is sort of ridiculous, like how much pink 2 year old Dell laptops are worth on the street?. I wonder if she would just be so grateful for a soft place to lay her aching bones that the thought of being a thief never crossed her mind. The thought crossed my mind that maybe she’s a drug addict. Or maybe she just had a bad string of luck. Maybe she has no family. Or maybe she did. Maybe the family she has hit her or were so horrible that she decided she would be better off on her own. Better off sleeping in a car and free of bruises.<br />
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I couldn’t help but think that’s she’s maybe 24 at the most. She should be graduating college or hanging with friends or falling in love. She should be shopping or getting her nails done like most girls her age. She stands there with this look that we would all have on our face if we were begging for our next meal. We could easily be in her place. I know that before I would get a few months behind on rent I have family that would be able to spot me money. Or I could sell something before I got to the point where I was homeless. I know how hard it is to ask family or friends for help; I couldn’t imagine begging for my next dollar or meal standing on a street corner. Hoping the person at the light will stop surfing his phone and hand me a few dollars or at the very least smile at me without pity in his eyes. We could all be a few weeks away from sleeping in our car. Maybe it just comes out of nowhere before you even have time to think about where you are going to get your next meal. Or maybe it’s a slow descent and pride gets in the way. Regardless of how or why, here I am in my cool air conditioned house, belly full of a warm home cooked meal. Watching my favorite show… Where is she? Is she hiding in the bushes from cops? Or sleeping under an overpass to get some cool air that her car doesn’t provide? How does she keep from feeling hopeless? Digging through a dumpster hoping to find food without mold?<br />
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I was frustrated tonight because I went to go use some eggs that I had purchased this morning at Publix. And they were no where to be found; how does one lose eggs? I called the store and the check out boy accidentally left them on the counter. Frustrated, I went back and picked them up, they were more then generous and gave me the eggs and reimbursed me. I just wanted my eggs so I could cook my dinner. I couldn’t help but feel guilty wondering when was the last time she had a warm meal. Not one warm from sitting out in the sun either. How is she surviving? She lives on food from strangers? Or money that begging gives her? What if she doesn’t get any money begging? Does she go through trash cans and dumpsters? Think about how gross it is when you accidentally throw something away and you have to dig through the trashcan. It’s disgusting. But you can wash your hands and be ok. She might be going through dumpsters hoping to find her next bite of food, one without maggots. I couldn’t even begin imagine what she is going through. Driving home, I missed my exit not once, but twice being so lost in thought. Trying to figure out how I can help her and what to do. So I made her a care package, maybe she will be there tomorrow. Crackers, pretzels, peanuts, bottle water, socks, T-shirt, jacket, maybe a toothbrush. She looks about a size 6 if any of you have any clothes in that size. It’s the least we can do. She is someone’s daughter, somebody’s sister, someone’s cousin. She deserves food in her belly just like we have. Tonight, I am grateful for my home, gas in my car, food in my fridge and a soft bed to lay on. Let us not forget how grateful we should be. </span>Miss Pinkiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11681350860342804872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2556723451226925297.post-65379200410323394052012-05-13T19:43:00.000-07:002012-05-13T19:48:03.265-07:00Mothers day lemon sugar scrubs!Mothers day...what better day to show your mama you love her by making her a homemade sugar scrub?! Easy to make and so much fun, organic, makes your hands and skin soft, and smells amazing! Thinking this is going to be my new favorite gift!<br />
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We love it when you do the manly stuff with the car, taking it to get an oil change, putting gas in it, checking the tires etc...We know we can do these (or pay someone too, but we love it when you do these for us) it solidifies that you want us to be safe in our car...p.s. (we also love it when maybe the roads are treacherous or we have a long drive and you check up on us to make sure we got where we were going!)<br />
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We love when you take the time out of your day to do something little for us like make us coffee in the morning, start our car, iron our clothes, make our lunches, cook our dinner. We know not all men do these things for their significant others and it truly makes us feel like we are the luckiest girls in the world!! <br />
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We love it when it's not just a first date and you are still holding the door open for us. We love it when you send us those sweet "Good Morning Beautiful!" text messages even when we may have just seen you. Especially when we are not feeling so beautiful. <br />
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We love it when you take us to our favorite restaurant even when it's not your favorite. We love the big things but mostly it's the little things that make our day...like flowers just because its Wednesday (thanks Germs!) and hugs and kisses on our forehead just because. We love it when you do girly things like paint our toenails and cook for us just because you know how and know we love it…And when you say no to the bread basket because you know we can't say no either...Thank you for giving us a reason to brag!Miss Pinkiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11681350860342804872noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2556723451226925297.post-35853611583177251132011-11-21T20:45:00.000-08:002014-05-02T19:42:15.855-07:00Signs you shouldn't be with him...<a href="http://www.kandeej.com/2011/11/10-signs-to-know-youre-dating-wrong-guy.html">Kandee</a> gave me an idea....Ten signs that he is not worth your love and affection:<br />
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10:) When the guy you are seeing says "I am not emotionally ready for a relationship" which really means "i just want to get laid and not have to worry about strings attached!" So ladies listen to him and keep on moving! What he is really saying is " I have the maturity of a 13 year old but since I told you beforehand its ok if I treat you like crap."<br />
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9.) When he says one thing and does another. <strong>Actions speak louder than words</strong>, he can tell you till he is blue in the face what he wants to do for you and with you, if he doesn't do them, but only makes empty promises, then that is all they are empty promises. Case and point, the man who kept promising me he would make it up to me after repeatedly canceling on me. When I finally gave him a chance he was so rude, I should have got up and walked out. But it was worth waiting for the filet :) Which brings me to the next number... <br />
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8.) If he is rude or mean to you before you are an item, he will be after. You having a commitment with him will not turn him into an angel. The dude who canceled on me to go hunting (20 minutes before the date) also had no problem answering his phone in the first 5 minutes of our first date to talk about hunting. <br />
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7.) He spends the whole first half of the date not talking until you get him talking about something he is passionate about: sewing! Not just any sewing but making a quilt out of Crown Royal bags. You can't make this stuff up people!<br />
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6.) If you find out that he either still lives at home with his parents or his ex, "But you don't have a problem with that right?" still married or lies about something important about how many times (because 2 ex wives and 3 kids are so close to one ex and one kid!) he was married or how many kids he has, keep on fishing!<br />
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5.) If you think "He's too good to be true he probably is!" I knew he was too good when he was scrubbing my bathroom floor, that should have been my first sign !(Not that men don't clean, but that's just not normal!) Police telling me he had a rap sheet a mile long helped...If you suspect something is fishy it probably is. God gives us intuitions for a reason and until you learn to listen to them every time you will continue to end up in compromising or difficult positions. So instead of ignoring that nagging feeling that something was "off" you could be filling out a police report. I did both. <br />
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4.) He lets you pay for a large dinner without so much as batting an eyelash or saying a peep. Any man who truly loves you won't leave you strapped for cash, hanging when the tab comes, or late on a bill because he couldn't put you first.<br />
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3.) He calls you, texts you 24/7 and checks up on you to see if you are where you say you are, goes through your phone and accuses you of having too many guy friends. A guy that is this paranoid is this way because he has cheated before and he knows what signs to look for! Also on the same lines, if a girl warns you about a guy, run! Most girls aren't going to go out of their way to let you know how crazy a guy is unless he is really crazy!<br />
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2.) A man who every time you roll over he is wide awake. If a man can't sleep 24/7 is because he is trying to keep his stories/lies straight. I had this happen to me, and a friend had it happen to her, both men we dated were pathological liars. A truthful man can sleep at night...There could be an occasional case of insomnia but every night is another story!<br />
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1.) The number one sign you should stay away: If he says "pound" or "impregnate" and is talking about what he wants to do to you and it's your first date RUN!Miss Pinkiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11681350860342804872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2556723451226925297.post-53471721352544473922011-11-14T20:02:00.000-08:002011-11-14T20:02:57.661-08:00Just another single Mama...: Teenagers.<a href="http://pinkiemqueen.blogspot.com/2011/11/teenagers.html?spref=bl">Just another single Mama...: Teenagers.</a>: Why is it so hard to raise them??? I know God gave us a Bible as an instruction manual but there's a few things God doesn't mention in the ...Miss Pinkiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11681350860342804872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2556723451226925297.post-53804073556679075052011-11-14T20:01:00.000-08:002011-11-14T20:01:48.332-08:00Teenagers.Why is it so hard to raise them??? I know God gave us a Bible as an instruction manual but there's a few things God doesn't mention in the bible. I think God needs to update the bible for 2012. Thats it. Good night world. If i was a bad teenager I could say this is payback, but I didn't party in highschool, never snuck out, and remember the whopping three lies i told to my parents. So maybe God just thinks I need to be even stronger?? lol. Hmm...I know God does say I am supposed to trust in hm. So here goes!Miss Pinkiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11681350860342804872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2556723451226925297.post-67777021699693984692011-09-24T08:54:00.000-07:002013-10-13T18:33:15.221-07:00What women really want part 3...Started this in sept 2011 , finished it today October 13, 2013 procrastinate much?<br />
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We want a man who never stops pursuing us. I feel like it should be common sense but sometimes we girls (us mystical, mysterious complex beings that we are!) have to spell it out. Guys: when you call a girl, or even text, ask her how she is, how her day was, how work is going etc...Just like you want to be asked about you and your interests, we like to know that our man or potential man cares about even the little things like how our day was. Continue pursuing her as if you were trying to win her over (even if you've been married to her for 20 years!) date her still...<br />
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I have a friend who said he was on a date with a beautiful girl, and the entire time she only talked about herself, didn't ask him ONE thing about himself...He never went out with her again. His friend thought he was crazy because according to them she was "Halle Berry" hot. A person that doesn't return the questions can maybe be seen as a person who is only into themselves. Or a person who doesn't care about your life, feelings, getting to know you etc. If you're not doing that in the beginning then why would we want to continue down that road? If you've been married for a while, why have you stopped?<br />
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I had a first date that asked me like 101 questions, but it wasn't like getting to know me <br />
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It's not just the getting to know someone, it is the thought that they are thinking about you and genuinely concerned about you. When I look back at a great relationship, one of the best parts were that it was someone who knew everything about me, could tell if I was sad, or if something was bothering me before I even told them what was up. Someone who knew it might take a while to get it out of me. That a simple "how are you doing?" might not dig it up. Someone who knew what it took to really get to know me. This is a form chivalrousness at it's best.<br />
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If we cook dinner for you (whether we've been married 5 years or are dating) it's chivalrous of you to ask to help clean, or better yet, just jump in and help. Complement what ya liked about the dinner ( because let's face it cooking dinner is a mini form of art, no complementing might get ya Ramen noodles or cereal for dinner) and just be grateful we cook because we love you not because we have to. <br />
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Chivalrousness is still alive right? I don't expect a man to hold doors and pull out chairs, I welcome it when it does happen. And I judge when it doesn't happen. Can't help it- the way I was raised. Not even just chivalry, but common courtesy and kindness go a long way in a world filled with douche canoes and meat heads!<br />
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I don't think you have to throw out all the stops and ride in on a white horse, but common sense in the relationship department shouldn't be rocket science. Men- we still want flowers and sweet love notes. Declarations of your love that we can brag about! It seems like people have lost what it is to be in a normal relationship. Nowadays people don't even meet the old fashion way, now it's "normal" to meet on a dating site. You can't watch an hour of television without seeing adds for online dating websites. Everyone has an undying need to be loved. But even with the ease and ability of finding a mate online, I think there is a tendancy to just throw a fish back in the pond looking for a bigger better fish. I'm past the "He's ok, I want better!" phase that is an easy trap to fall into when dating.<br />
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After dating many losers ( see my previous blogs for hilarious and TRUE accounts of these bad unforgettable dates with cock nostrils!) I have decided what is most important to me is someone who genuinely cares about my needs and is actively putting me first. ( as I will do with his needs) I'm beyond dating the Channing Tatum look a likes. ( Not that I've ever dated that!) I want the boy(er man!) next door that will massage my feet before he even has a chance to tell me about his day. The man who will jump at the chance to snuggle on the couch watching latest Walking Dead. The man who will fold clothes with me and succumb to being sucked into Downton Abbey. The man who is okay with couch and talk time and doesn't have to be out very night.<br />
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I really am a simple girl, and I think most of us ladies do have simple needs. We want to know you want us. Be in the bed or in general, that you wake up every day still choosing to be with us because you want to. We want to know that you choose to make love to us because you're in love with us, not because it's the right husbandly thing to do. Fall in love all over again with us. Don't stop wooing. <br />
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Get back to the art of pursuing a woman. Or if you already have one-continue wooing her. Get her flowers just because it's Tuesday. Write her a text full of what she means to you just because she needs to know every once in a while. We want to be pursued just like you the thrill of the hunt. I don't think it's ever worked out with a man that I pursued first. So ladies if you're single-make sure you're not giving off the "all men suck" bitter vibe and be approachable.... Smile- make eye contact and let the men come to you! And if you're married be vulnerable once in a while and let him call the shots, he loves you he will choose what's best for both of you. Best of all just love. <br />
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Honestly no woman wants a man who treats her like crap, cheats or degrades her. But women, correct me if I am wrong. You can have a man that treats you good, is super nice and maybe somewhat predictable, and what do we do? We start to get bored, we pick apart what isn't there, maybe even obsess over what we think we want. <br />
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Have you even been with someone and were even debating about possibly breaking up with them and then all of the sudden they break up with you, or have issues, and you are pissed, you don't want to break it off, all of the sudden you want to be with them and and you are upset they are rejecting you! It is almost like you want them more now that they don't want you? Why is that? I know <a href="http://www.drphil.com/">Doctor Phil</a> says most peoples number one fear is fear of rejection. I know this is true, but why even when we were thinking of breaking it off with them, why do we immediately want them more? It's almost like the reverse pyschology thing maybe. It could even be that it wasn't the best of healthiest relationships but its just the whole point that they reject you. I think any guy could tell you that the second they start withdrawing from a relationship the woman automatically starts going all crazy and texting and calling and <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=StdxJaJQYjM">FREAKING THE EFF OUT</a>. We start going below the hot line and into the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5zADosF3XoQ">crazy line</a>. She starts replaying the whole what did I do wrong in her head and texting things are downright crazy. There is nothing worse then sending a text and oops, you can't get it back, it goes to as Ted from HIMYM says "textymctextyland" and there is no taking it back!<br />
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So, no we don't really want a bad boy, we just want a guy who likes to live life on the edge, maybe have a tattoo or two, but who is not going to just be all macaroni and cheese all the time (gotta love macaroni and cheese, its quick easy and satisfying! But we don't want it every meal!)! We want the guy who likes or will try sushi, they guy who isn't afraid to dance on the dance floor with us, the guy who will sing at the top of his lungs with us in the car, the guy who is spontaneous and surprises us by taking us to a chick flick (and even being outspoken about how good it was) and the guy who might act like he is all tough and bad boy, but behind closed doors he is putty, and loves you like everything you have ever wanted and more.<br />
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We want the guy who knows that sometimes cuddling means more then sex. Or that foreplay is where you really win our hearts over. Give a girl an hour or two in bed, before the deed, and tell me she isn't going to be smitten kitten. <br />
We want the guy who isn't afraid to kill a bug, splash in puddles, speak his mind, eat dessert first, have a shot, stay out on a "school night",and cook or do the dishes. We maybe even want a guy who will get tattoos together. Not of our name or anything, we aren't as <a href="http://theclicker.today.com/_news/2011/07/27/7179250-kat-von-d-got-tattoo-of-jesses-face-before-break-up">dumb as Kat Von D.</a> Bottom line we want a guy who is really into us. Who wants to be with us, maybe more than we want to be with him. Who isn't afraid to take a class with us at the gym (huge Kudos to a certain someone who took a SUPER HARD <a href="http://www.lesmills.com/global/bodycombat/bodycombat-group-fitness-class.aspx">Body Combat</a> class with me, scored MAJOR points!)<br />
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And on that note hope you enjoyed my ramblings, I am off to go pick up my son from the airport!Miss Pinkiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11681350860342804872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2556723451226925297.post-9075801159474824122011-07-28T21:04:00.000-07:002013-10-13T16:55:52.616-07:00What women really want...I know there is the old “ Men are from Mars Women are from Venus” idea that men and women are so much different. But deep down inside we have the undying need to be loved. The need to know that someone else cares about us as much as much as we care about them. If it were only that easy. Men constantly do things that women don’t understand (why is it so hard to put down the commode seat! I don’t want to touch that!) Men might not ever understand us and our PMS…but somehow, someway many couples have made it years and years and still are happily married.<br>
I recently picked up a copy of a book called “7 secrets of happy couples” while on an afternoon Barnes And Noble excursion. The 7 things were common sense that we should all already do with our significant others. But generally I think it would just go back to common sense, you know the old adage “Treat others as you want to be treated” etc. <br>
Here it is guys, the basics! ( know obviously not EVERY woman feels this way, but I think MOST DO, correct me if I am wrong ladies!)<br>
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Every woman wants to feel small no matter what. So any time you want to tell us we look like we have lost weight etc…we welcome that. On the opposite end of that we know what we look like, we don’t need you to tell us we have gained weight, our butts look big, or need to lose 10 lbs. We know this. <br>
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Every woman wants to feel like her man can take control and stick up for her in a physical confrontation as well as in conversation if someone were to say something hurtful, degrading etc about us. <br>
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Even though we may be a bitch or have major pms we don’t like it when you call us out on that. For most woman an extra hug, quiet time for a bubble bath, you doing the dishes, or taking out the trash or taking the kids somewhere so we can read a book in peace will cure PMS and bitchiness. Try it. We know when we are PMS’y that we are irrational and cranky and cry for no reason. Just giving us space, or extra hugs and chocolate help! But calling us a bitch or saying a rude “Rawr “ snappy comment just makes us more moody.<br>
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Every woman wants her husband/ significant other to be proud of her and it never hurts for you to brag about us to anyone who will listen, whether it be the server or your friends. We will do the same about you!<br>
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We love it when you send us a sweet text or email just to “Good Morning Sweetheart” or “I love you beautiful” we could never get enough of those. To know that you are thinking of us as much as we are thinking of you makes our day.<br>
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On the flip side of that we don’t need you to be obsessed with where we are 24/7 via texting calling emailing etc…Somewhere in the middle it’s a fine line we know, but it’s possible!<br>
Most girls love it when you hold doors open for them, pull chairs out for them, and maybe in a crowded room, you lead the way while holding our hand. <br>
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Just as most men want a woman who can cook, clean and have the same sex drive as them, women want a man who won’t whine when we want to watch a chick flick (and watch it with us!) who will do the dishes, laundry, organize getting a sitter and taking out us out for a special date just because.<br>
When you ask how we are and we say “fine” we really aren’t. Fine means either A) I am too pissed to talk about it, ask me later, B) You should know, you did something, C) I don’t have enough energy to tell you the full story or D) I am gritting my teeth so hard ” fine” is the only word I can squish out.<br>
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When we want to talk its really that WE WANT TO TALK. Not that we want your advice or we want your input, or we want your opinions, we just want you to listen. Even if we ask for your advice, chances are we already know what we are going to do in solving our dilemma we just want your sympathy like “Oh hun, I am sorry your dealing with that, must be rough etc…“ type answers. That’s all. Just listen, nod and give a sympathetic grunt everyone once in a while. <br>
Tone of voice is EVERYTHING, as well as sarcasm, this goes for in person and via text. Short one word texts or answers come across snippy or rude in person and text. Caps and lots of exclamations marks usually translate in super happy or super mad, so if you are not either clearly one of those please specify. One day they will come up with a sarcasm font. <br>
Think about this: When talking to a baby when you raise your voice an octave and say even just the word >>“enter happy voice/font <<love!!” all="" and="" babies="" but="" eyed="" face="" googley="" growl="" if="" lights="" smiley="" the="" to="" up,="" were="" you="">>enter mean voice/ font<< “”LOVE!!!“ and furl your eyebrows and look mean as can be, the baby will start crying!<br>
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Just as we might if you say something that might not have been intended the way your tone intended it. The whole spoonful of sugar make the medicine go down thing works here, if you have something to say to us and say it in the most sweetest possible way, how can we be mad at you? <br>
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Keep your words soft and sweet, you may have to eat them.<br>
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The words that come out of your mouth cannot be taken back. Even with a gazillion apologies.<br>
I still remember when I was 15 and my Grandpa told me I was fat ( I weighed 40 lbs less than I do now, so you can figure out I was not fat, was also working out at the time!) I remember when some guy at Auburn Calvary Chapel told me I had thunder thighs when I was 11. I remember when I was told I would be hot if I lost 20-30 pounds (was also 40 lbs skinnier that I am now!!!) So If I can remember these things I am most likely NEVER going to forget that you may have mentioned I need to ____ fill in the blank here, lose weight, etc… Dr. Phil says every one has seven defining moments. I think women have like 7 defining phrases that people have said about us that hurt and we remember. Most of mine were about my weight. So maybe think about your answer when I ask "Does this make me look fat?"<br>
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If for some reason you are mad or upset about something we would much rather you say ”Give me a minute to collect my thoughts.” then saying something in anger that hurts both of us.<br>
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We love it when you make up a sweet pet name, nick name etc… that you only use just for us. <br>
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We love it when you remember our birthdays, and anniversaries and just because with sending us something at work. Everyone wants to be that one girl in the office who gets flowers, etc…<br>
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Bowling balls, garden hoses, and nose hair trimmers do not make good presents.<br>
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I am sure there are plenty more great topics I could address, there could be a part 2, part 3 etc…<br>
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Have a great night! Tell your loved ones right now that you love them and give them a big bear hug. You never know what could happen, in-between seeing them. Life is short, live it to the fullest!<br>
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How do you keep from worrying? Over thinking? Lately I am having to call my bestie about EVERYTHING. She's the new therapist since I am broke broke. Honestly If I could afford it I would go to therapy every week. There is something so incredibly amazeballs about being able to tell someone who is not your family or friend (who has to say those nice things) all your inner thoughts and they can't argue back, but just offer sound advice and listen. It's so funny how she can be so leveled headed about stuff, and then I go oh wow she was right.<br />
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:-) Maybe I should start calling her Dr. Mama because she is like a doctor and Mama all rolled into one.<br />
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On to a healthier note... (cause everyone likes a braggart, but after years of self loathing, and pity and battling with unhealthy eating yo-yo dieting etc...this is a big deal for me, wait for it....<br />
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I am eating the cleanest I have ever eaten. It feels awesome. I am also the skinniest I have been in oh 4 years. I also have triceps. I HAVE NEVER HAD TRICEPS BEFORE! Well at least I didn't know they were there! One of my goals in <a href="http://www.weightwatchers.com/">Weight Watchers</a>, I wrote on a card way back in the beginning was to be able to wear shorts, and I have to say If I owned any I would be probably wearing them! The only ones I own are not suitable for outdoor use. Although I might have taken the trash out in them. Get your mind out of the gutter, they weren't Daisy Dukes they were pink polka dot boxers shorts. It’s not that I can't wear shorts its that I choose not too. <br />
My over critical dad gave me a complex by one simple comment when I was 16. He said "You look good when you are wearing pants, because you have fat volley ball calves like I do." When he said this I was wearing a skirt. Kind of funny how 19 years later I still remember that comment. It really makes you think when you say something hurtful to someone, you can't take words back. In a court when the Judge says "Jury please disregard last comment" do they really? No they have heard it. It goes in that memory bank. <br />
So while I am on my soapbox, parents be careful of your words (I am preaching to myself on this one) and like <a href="http://www.drphil.com/">Dr. Phil</a> says it takes 1000 "Atta girls" to erase a lifetime of hurt.<br />
I wear dresses, and flood pants, but not shorts. Sun dresses is about as short as I get, because I feel sexy in a sundress even if my calves are showing. But now that I have lost almost 20 lbs its made a WORLD of difference on my self esteem and just the way I see myself. So yay me!<br />
p.s when payday comes I might GASP go buy my first pair of shorts in literally like 5 years.This time I am not exaggerating. It's been so long since I bought shorts you would laugh when I showed you the ones I own. Fashion disaster.<br />
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<strong> Go eat more veggies, love yourself a little bit more and practice more self love talk, more yoga, and more positive reinforcement to everyone around you. I promise your world will become a better place. Mine has. Even when I over think things! Peace, blessings, love and Namaste Bitches!</strong><br />
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<strong>P.S.S. I found a blog yesterday that super dee duper inspired me to write more positive stuff then being what a blog is really about, a narcisstic way to get our thoughts out for the world to see...check it out here...<a href="http://fitnessista.com/">fitnessista</a> who I stole "amazeballs" from but I am pretty sure its originally from the superskinny <a href="http://www.perezhilton.com/">perezhilton</a>.</strong>Miss Pinkiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11681350860342804872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2556723451226925297.post-25569677807786758622011-07-10T04:10:00.000-07:002013-10-13T16:42:56.666-07:00This is blog is not about the greatest son in the world...it's just a
tribute!My son Jonah is one of the funniest kids you will ever meet. He also is a pretty tough cookie. You see a large part of his his life while his dad and I were taking care of his super sick brother, Jonah got pawned off at friends houses. We had no family here at the time and Gavin's health was so poor we both wanted to be with him as much as we could. So I found friends who had kids for Jonah to hang out with. It could have been worse at least he was with friends he knew and got to play. I still feel sad about that. How hard it must be for him to grow up in his younger brothers shadow. Usually it's the other way around. There were times that we didn't know if Gavin was going to make it and Jonah just had to put up with us calling him and telling him what was going on. His dad would also go pick him up and spend time with him while I was essentially living with Gavin at the hospital. <br>
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Fast forward a few years and during all of those years until now it has been a lot easier now that Gavin is (knock on wood) healthy. But there still has been times where he got a virus or pneumonia and Jonah still had to worry about how long we would be in the hospital and if Gavin was going to be ok.<br>
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Jonah I just want to say that you are a great big brother, and an even better first son. I love your sense of humor and I love that sometimes you aren't afraid to tell me like it really is, because we both know its true. You got that from me :-) Probably one of the only good things about you that came from me hee hee. Oh wait, your hair probably came from my side. Teasing.<br>
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I love that you sometimes just put yourself in that big brother mode and say "Mom, I will mow the lawn for you and you don't have to pay me" (and it wasn't even my birthday! Speaking of which...is coming up...lol) or when you and I just sit on the couch and laugh over dumb comedy central shows or laugh about something silly we found on utube. Remember that time we stayed home from church because we found all of those super bowl Miller Lite commercials that were hilarious? "He has an ax!"..."yeah but he has Miller Lite" Such heathens we were. Hopefully you never forget those kind of memories. Or the time you and I baked a chocolate cake and I let you eat it with your hands and you loved every second of it. I had read somewhere that giving permission to kids to just chow down on something super messy would make their day. And it did. There are chocolaty pictures to prove it.<br>
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I also hope you know that I never wanted you to have to worry about Gavin’s health or maybe if we love you the same way we love Gavin. No child should ever have to think about things like that. A mothers love for her first born son never changes. No matter what health issues her second son might have. I loved you before I had you. And then you came out, this round blonde chubby goodness.(see photo below!) Who loved music even at the age of 6 months. Vh1 entertained you while I cooked dinner. Subwoofer speakers thumping put a upset you to sleep in minutes. When given a chance to go to one of your dads concerts you always wanted to be front and center with your ear plugs in.<br>
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You have amazed me the way you picked up reading sheet music and how you have taught yourself how to play some of the ""greatest songs in the world". You have a talent! That definitely you got from your dad! ;-) I know that even if you decided to not be a musician full time I would sigh a sigh or relief just because I know you weren't going to spend too much of your life eating Ramen noodles, but that you would have a passion. Having a passion is important in life, the pieces of the puzzle in my life starting falling together when I pursued my passion of Yoga. I would hope for you that whatever you do, it's a passion and know that I will be proud of you. <br>
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I love how sometimes you joke about me embarrassing you but then other times you turn the volume up to 40 and we both rock every word and you act like you don't care if the person at the next stop light sees you singing every word with (gasp!) your mother! I know sometimes you may think that my sole goal in life is simply to embarrass you. But it's not(except by adding the mud covered you pic below, but you have to admit, its pretty awesome!. :-) I just want you to continue growing up in awesome man that you are becoming knowing that I love you more than life itself. I loved you before I knew you. My loved grew for you when you would run on the futon and come up in my ear and say "I wub you" and then squeal and run away. Or when we were driving around sunset time and you would say "God turned his light off again mom?"<br>
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I loved you when a 4 year old you that used an entire container of Clorox wipes to clean as you said "stuff" while I was trying to catch up on sleep from your newborn brother.<br>
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I even loved you when you pooped your pants in Kroger. :) Or on the bedroom floor. Or in the bathtub. You were one tough cookie to potty train! But I still loved you!<br>
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I especially loved you when you climbed in Gavin's hospital bed to hang with him. I love you when you and Gavin are working on something together and you have the patience to show him how to do something. Like the Mothers Day video you made for me. I am still trying to figure out how to post that on here too. <br>
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I even loved you when you wouldn't tell me where that mysterious burn mark came from on the couch. I love you even when your room is so messy we didn't know that there were things growing in there. I loved you when you made me dinner with freshly chopped by you onions! I hope that as you continue to grow into the awesome man that you are, that you know that I never wished for you to have to deal with having a sick brother, but know that he never wished for you to feel sad or jealous about the attention that he gets from his illnesses. I know we all wish life could have been different sometimes. Lord knows there are all kinds of things I wish I could take back. From here on out know this: You are and amazingly talented child of God. I know you and God haven't been the best of buds lately but know that every good thing about you God wanted you to have for a specific reason. God made you the way your are for a purpose and reason. He knew what he was doing when he created you. God doesn't make mistakes! The only reason why I want you to go to church so much is because God can help you figure out what all of those reasons are. Going to church helps me be a better mom. I woke up from a nightmare. So silly now but I was really upset, in my dream I was totally overreacting ( who me overreact? Never!) and yelling at you because you were sneaking food because you didn't like my cooking. I woke up crying. I was so mad at you in my dream over the stupidest thing. So I got up to write this in honor of you. I am sorry for all of the times when I might have blamed you for something that wasn't your fault or yelled at you over something trivial. Or hurt your feelings by my words or actions.You are an awesome kid. A beautiful person. A sweet soul. A talented movie/song maker. I love you.<br>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The best (or worst) camping trip ever!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHDiwH3DSfN0Xltw-jL93d0zsBs9NYkTdNXX8cy5sksajrIZD0KaPe7BcnwyaRia1tA2_c128_wbAXTRGwm9D8pIX1w7zYBU6J5nhploAUvWSla8TfK4yOsU0LUguAU9S7X0SxMdQ0mqE/s1600/lCA11FCLX.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHDiwH3DSfN0Xltw-jL93d0zsBs9NYkTdNXX8cy5sksajrIZD0KaPe7BcnwyaRia1tA2_c128_wbAXTRGwm9D8pIX1w7zYBU6J5nhploAUvWSla8TfK4yOsU0LUguAU9S7X0SxMdQ0mqE/s320/lCA11FCLX.jpg" width="320"></a></div><br>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">You loved it! Admit it!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBqWk-PcVxMRA7UvgpfL5D8FAMNjpLVSZz9rV6VmWRQgeMR6Xz80eXUMNSQni7jgxfCmtFevhHSOs_c5iMGC7GmetWdZgZZ9IPDVADsouZhSkVAxMLDCJ835eVarZYhqFct7jrIY8uZX4/s1600/mud.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBqWk-PcVxMRA7UvgpfL5D8FAMNjpLVSZz9rV6VmWRQgeMR6Xz80eXUMNSQni7jgxfCmtFevhHSOs_c5iMGC7GmetWdZgZZ9IPDVADsouZhSkVAxMLDCJ835eVarZYhqFct7jrIY8uZX4/s320/mud.jpg" width="240"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My blonde chubby goodness!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisedehX-MEApobDM1Ct5wk2rlJejfjZtPQEiczGiOZtIETBcMtMUQDOvdRDL4D0TiiPcbZcuwyrsDNt66iq8-rTi69dBRSkLzj2wvHOimdyFqa_mriG1jD5rQmBRrE3Q77OuaqXBMeE1A/s1600/002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="237" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisedehX-MEApobDM1Ct5wk2rlJejfjZtPQEiczGiOZtIETBcMtMUQDOvdRDL4D0TiiPcbZcuwyrsDNt66iq8-rTi69dBRSkLzj2wvHOimdyFqa_mriG1jD5rQmBRrE3Q77OuaqXBMeE1A/s320/002.jpg" width="320"></a></div><br>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Proud big brother!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWh8OhgwBTUCt9RJoiE59uiH9TpN_ojjaaxZRVwrIBmweI9ak8A7VzME68oWl2pqTwu4mJGvWnqRtIInH0IXS5gg5mFBBofeExyJRtLh5b9r4IrnBEjrytzrhhvs64RfNbYCV8ILExTEs/s1600/gav1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWh8OhgwBTUCt9RJoiE59uiH9TpN_ojjaaxZRVwrIBmweI9ak8A7VzME68oWl2pqTwu4mJGvWnqRtIInH0IXS5gg5mFBBofeExyJRtLh5b9r4IrnBEjrytzrhhvs64RfNbYCV8ILExTEs/s320/gav1.jpg" width="320"></a></div><br>
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<a href="http://http://tlc.howstuffworks.com/tv/extreme-couponing">Extreme Couponing</a>, but I did save %50. It can be very time consuming but I really really want to learn how to do it the way they do, with one exception, I don’t want to "stockpile" stuff I am not ever going to use. I can see stockpiling stuff that won't go bad (like canned foods etc.)<br />
The one thing I really think that they could show more of behind the scenes, of what they do. I know yay, you used coupons to save $800, but I want to know how to do that! If the average person looks through coupons, they will see "save .35 cent" or "save .55" so how does that go to saving over hundreds of dollars? I know you can use more than one coupon for an item when you have one coupon that is made by a manufacturer and one that is made for a store, but even then how??? Like on Saturday I bought some Snuggle Fabric Softener and All Laundry detergent. They were on sale at Walgreens 2 for $7. Well, I also had one coupon for each, $1 off and .75 off. So for $5.25 I got two things of name brand soap. Nowhere near free but??? <br />
I know about sites such as www.southernsavers.com etc...but I still feel like there is so much more I need to know?!! Help peoples!Miss Pinkiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11681350860342804872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2556723451226925297.post-91860635417945075332011-05-31T20:13:00.000-07:002011-05-31T20:13:30.326-07:00Just another single Mama...: Practice and all is coming...Pattabhi Jois<a href="http://pinkiemqueen.blogspot.com/2011/05/practice-and-all-is-comingpattabhi-jois.html?spref=bl">Just another single Mama...: Practice and all is coming...Pattabhi Jois</a>: "In my quest to over come my procrastination it took me a long time to figure out what that quote meant. Soon after I started teaching yoga o..."Miss Pinkiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11681350860342804872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2556723451226925297.post-75757223417293147662011-05-31T19:56:00.000-07:002011-06-02T19:31:31.590-07:00Practice and all is coming...Pattabhi JoisIn my quest to over come my procrastination it took me a long time to figure out what that quote meant. Soon after I started teaching yoga on a more regular basis, I went from teaching 3 classes a week to 5-6 times a week things started to slowly fall into place. Adding more Yoga practice in my life made the little things work out. I think I am still on the way up, In fact I know I am. I am slowly making some changes in my life, just simply by just taking the time to do the things I know I need to do. Cook at home more often. Eat out less. Spend less. <strike>Play less Words With Friends</strike> er watch less Jeopardy... Watch less TV, spend more time jumping on the trampoline with my boys. Go to bed earlier. Get up earlier. Leave earlier (see a theme here?) I hate that I am a procrastinator. Becoming a yoga teacher was one thing I didn't procrastinate on. For years I searched for an affordable yoga teaching certification. When I found the one I went to (<a href="http://www.yogasteps.com">YOGASTEPS</a>) I got right on it. Sure there were little things I might have procrastinated with but once I started the school, little things in my life slowly started to fall into place. More yoga class teaching opportunities opened up, and I started meeting more people in the yoga community and felt more secure in my ability to teach. To make that jump from learning to practicing to teaching was huge for me. I am still waiting for all these little things to slowly fall into place even more. Call it fate, destiny, God's Will, what have you. The very first <a href="http://yogasteps.com">YOGASTEPS</a> course I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I was right where I needed to be! I know that everyone is a work in progress, and that Rome wasn't built in a day. My Chatarunga won’t be perfect. I won’t be able to be all the things to all people all the time. I am not Superwoman. Or Even Super MOM. I am just a single mama trying to get through the day. I won't just outgrow being a procrastinator over night nor will I always be on time. Hopefully baby steps will get me to a place where I don't have to say "I am running late" or "I should've done _____!"fill in the blank. <a href="http://www.drphil.com">Dr. Phil </a>says people have a pay off, a reason why they do things like forget spouses birthday etc. I only have a pay off of making myself cranky, making my co-workers cranky,snapping at my kids, by it just makes my life more stressful when I am late and procrastinate. So all that to say, I am hoping that the addition of new yoga classes to my life and concentrating on myself more rather than out searching for Mr. Right Now or Mr. Right I will just be content to be Miss In the Moment.<br />
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P.S. How do you overcome your procrastination? Is it possible? What made you want to change?Miss Pinkiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11681350860342804872noreply@blogger.com0