When my family was in town for my uncle's funeral my cousin worked her magic on me! Her family lives in Texas and I do not get to see them enough. We try to make up for lost time but it is nearly impossible. While she was here in July she sold me on one of the items she sells, Scentsy.
OMG! Have you tried these yet? I am in love! I am a smell good kind of girl anyway. I love to walk into a house and it smell good. Most of the time I don't get that feeling in my own house. Well, she sent me a Scentsy warmer and some scents and I have not turned this thing off for longer than one night. I am tellin' ya I just love it!
The way it works is a bulb warms the scented wax so, it is safe to leave on all day long. The warmer I have is a rust color with a flower on it. It fits in with my living room decor so well! The scents I got are amazing. One is called camu, camu and even my 10-year-old son compliments it!! Another one I have is called sugar and it just makes me want to bake!! Not a good thing for my diet but it is what it is! I did get another scent and I will say I don't love it as much but that is to be expected I suppose. It is cranberry mango and to me it leaves a peculiar after-scent that I just don't like. But I am sure some love it!
Well, needless to say, I have been swayed and I am now selling Scentsy. I don't think I have time for this but I love this product so much that I can't not do it!! I just want to share the good smells with everyone!!!
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Cake, Ice Cream, and a Fat Belly
A few thoughts on being an adult and having a birthday:
*It does not mean you get the day off!
*You cannot eat all the junk you used to and not see the effects of it.
*You get necessaties as gifts, like underwear!
*If you want a cake, you will likely have to bake it yourself.
*Adult birthdays are more about food and less about presents.
*No gift is better than your kids "happy birgday" wishes!
*People still care that you were born!
*Your Facebook wall will blow up for 24 hours.
*When it's over you crash in bed before 9:00 only to wake up another year older, and feel it too!
*It does not mean you get the day off!
*You cannot eat all the junk you used to and not see the effects of it.
*You get necessaties as gifts, like underwear!
*If you want a cake, you will likely have to bake it yourself.
*Adult birthdays are more about food and less about presents.
*No gift is better than your kids "happy birgday" wishes!
*People still care that you were born!
*Your Facebook wall will blow up for 24 hours.
*When it's over you crash in bed before 9:00 only to wake up another year older, and feel it too!
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Be Warned!
I am going to be honest before reading this post you should be warned! It will be negative, uncalled for, disgraceful, and lacking compassion. If you don't mind that, read on. If you think you might not like it or you might be offended, you know where the door is!
It is Wednesday and for me that means stress and chaos for several reasons. The first of which being that it is the third day of the work week. That would be the third day that I have had to snooze the alarm three too many times only to eventually force myself awake at least two hours prior to when I really want to be. It is the third day that I have had to get three people other than myself to different places all by 8:00. Three days of work until 5:00. Then scooping up two kids from different places. Now, on Wednesdays it means running home, possibly changing clothes, and possibly eating dinner, running out the door within 30 minutes of being home to get to church. Once we are at church I drop one child off downstairs (most of the time she is screaming my name) and I go try to restrain and wrangle 50 "big" kids for an hour and a half of worship and Bible study. Yes, I am a crazy person. Then at 8:00 I beg for parents to take their rambunctious kids only so I can go home with mine. I put all my effort into getting Presley in bed ASAP and Triston bathed and fed (again) so I can C.R.A.S.H!!!
FYI: Here comes the offensive part. Tonight, I did all of this while my darling husband A). laid on the bed looking at the laptop, no doubt something to do with fantasy football and B). moving then to the couch to play some stupid game on his *insert bad word of choice* Ipod!!! My feet are throbbing, my nerves are beyond shot and he is doing what???? Nothing!!!!
Now, I know none of your husbands (or any of you that are husbands) do that, ever. I know I am the only lucky one that gets to live with this!
Those that know me personally know that I am headstrong and feisty in most situations. But this one is one that I tiptoe around. I say nothing, I bite my tongue and I blog!? Call it therapy but I would rather sit here and take all of my frustrations out on this keyboard than to even think about mentioning this problem to him. Pick my battles? I guess. I try to be level-headed and think he is tired from work and needs to relax. But, so do I! Wait, did I mention there are clothes to be folded, put away, and more to go into the washer and dryer? And more than likely, that husband that is in there on the couch playing said Ipod and watching junk TV will be looking for some of those clothes tomorrow morning.
Did I tell you tomorrow is my anniversary??? What are we *read, I* doing, you ask? Laundry! Dishes! Cooking! Cleaning! Chasing a two-year-old and helping a ten-year-old with homework! And that is that. Good night!!!
It is Wednesday and for me that means stress and chaos for several reasons. The first of which being that it is the third day of the work week. That would be the third day that I have had to snooze the alarm three too many times only to eventually force myself awake at least two hours prior to when I really want to be. It is the third day that I have had to get three people other than myself to different places all by 8:00. Three days of work until 5:00. Then scooping up two kids from different places. Now, on Wednesdays it means running home, possibly changing clothes, and possibly eating dinner, running out the door within 30 minutes of being home to get to church. Once we are at church I drop one child off downstairs (most of the time she is screaming my name) and I go try to restrain and wrangle 50 "big" kids for an hour and a half of worship and Bible study. Yes, I am a crazy person. Then at 8:00 I beg for parents to take their rambunctious kids only so I can go home with mine. I put all my effort into getting Presley in bed ASAP and Triston bathed and fed (again) so I can C.R.A.S.H!!!
FYI: Here comes the offensive part. Tonight, I did all of this while my darling husband A). laid on the bed looking at the laptop, no doubt something to do with fantasy football and B). moving then to the couch to play some stupid game on his *insert bad word of choice* Ipod!!! My feet are throbbing, my nerves are beyond shot and he is doing what???? Nothing!!!!
Now, I know none of your husbands (or any of you that are husbands) do that, ever. I know I am the only lucky one that gets to live with this!
Those that know me personally know that I am headstrong and feisty in most situations. But this one is one that I tiptoe around. I say nothing, I bite my tongue and I blog!? Call it therapy but I would rather sit here and take all of my frustrations out on this keyboard than to even think about mentioning this problem to him. Pick my battles? I guess. I try to be level-headed and think he is tired from work and needs to relax. But, so do I! Wait, did I mention there are clothes to be folded, put away, and more to go into the washer and dryer? And more than likely, that husband that is in there on the couch playing said Ipod and watching junk TV will be looking for some of those clothes tomorrow morning.
Did I tell you tomorrow is my anniversary??? What are we *read, I* doing, you ask? Laundry! Dishes! Cooking! Cleaning! Chasing a two-year-old and helping a ten-year-old with homework! And that is that. Good night!!!
Thursday, September 8, 2011
It's Easy
You have heard these sayings:
As easy as pie.
Easy like Sunday morning.
As easy as taking candy from a baby.
It's a piece of cake.
My favorite...So easy a caveman can do it.
That last one is from the clever Geico commercials. I was thinking about that saying on the way home from work today. I remember when my nephew accepted Christ and was saved. My sister-in-law told me she wished we all had the simplistic outlook of Christianity that children do. It's just easy. You believe, you accept, you confess and it's done.
I agree with her to a degree. I agree that as adults we make too much fuss about it. We are to judgemental of ourselves. We try to fix our problems before accepting His love. This could not be more skewed. God doesn't expect us to fix anything on our own. He doesn't even want us to try. No, He wants us to lean on Him for change.
We are in the process (and have been for several years) of explaining the plan of salvation to our son. You have to know that my ten year old is very literal. So, when we tell him all he has to do is believe it is hard for him to wrap his thoughts around. When we tell him all he has to do is pray and ask Jesus to live in his heart he really gets bent out of shape. "Jesus can't live in your heart."
You see, he makes it too difficult. It's easy...so easy a caveman can do it! All we have to do is believe. Believe that He sent His son to die because we are not and will not ever (on this earth) be perfect. He knew we needed saving so He provided that for us. And where would we be if He hadn't.
"so also Christ died once for all the time as a sacrifice to take away the sins of many people. He will come again, not to deal with our sins, but to bring salvation to all who are eagerly waiting for him". Hebrews 9:28
As easy as pie.
Easy like Sunday morning.
As easy as taking candy from a baby.
It's a piece of cake.
My favorite...So easy a caveman can do it.
That last one is from the clever Geico commercials. I was thinking about that saying on the way home from work today. I remember when my nephew accepted Christ and was saved. My sister-in-law told me she wished we all had the simplistic outlook of Christianity that children do. It's just easy. You believe, you accept, you confess and it's done.
I agree with her to a degree. I agree that as adults we make too much fuss about it. We are to judgemental of ourselves. We try to fix our problems before accepting His love. This could not be more skewed. God doesn't expect us to fix anything on our own. He doesn't even want us to try. No, He wants us to lean on Him for change.
We are in the process (and have been for several years) of explaining the plan of salvation to our son. You have to know that my ten year old is very literal. So, when we tell him all he has to do is believe it is hard for him to wrap his thoughts around. When we tell him all he has to do is pray and ask Jesus to live in his heart he really gets bent out of shape. "Jesus can't live in your heart."
You see, he makes it too difficult. It's easy...so easy a caveman can do it! All we have to do is believe. Believe that He sent His son to die because we are not and will not ever (on this earth) be perfect. He knew we needed saving so He provided that for us. And where would we be if He hadn't.
"so also Christ died once for all the time as a sacrifice to take away the sins of many people. He will come again, not to deal with our sins, but to bring salvation to all who are eagerly waiting for him". Hebrews 9:28
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Monday, September 5, 2011
Just a Smile
I am the mother of a little girl who has been through an abundance of "stuff" in her short two years. She was born with two holes in her heart. She would burn her calories from her formula faster than consuming them. In her first six months she only gained four small pounds. And it was at that time that she went under the knife for open heart surgery. My darling six month old had no idea what was going on but her momma sure did.
I remember sitting in her room in ICU watching her. She was just pitiful. She was swollen from retaining fluids. She was scratched up and bloody. She was covered in wires and cords. Her surgery was on a Wednesday. For the first few days afterwards she laid in the bed and I sat by her side. She moved very little and ate next to nothing. She was taking baby steps to recovery. As her mother, I was hurting for her. I was helpless in what I could do for her. So I just stayed with her.
It is forever imprinted in my mind the day (Saturday after surgery to be exact) that I saw her smile for the first time again. It happened to be the same day I got to hold her again too. I waited so many hours to see that smile and there it was. Bright as ever!
I wonder, does God get tired of seeing our sad face? Our hurt face? Our ungrateful and pitiful looks? I know He tells us to be joyful. I know He wants that for us. But I also know that, as I did with my daughter, He doesn't leave our sides until He sees that smile on our face again. He tells us to consider trials as joy. And we think how much worse can these trials get. But He stays with us until the joy returns. He stays with us until He sees us through it.
Dear brothers and sisters, when troubles come your way, consider it an opportunity for great joy. James 1:2
I remember sitting in her room in ICU watching her. She was just pitiful. She was swollen from retaining fluids. She was scratched up and bloody. She was covered in wires and cords. Her surgery was on a Wednesday. For the first few days afterwards she laid in the bed and I sat by her side. She moved very little and ate next to nothing. She was taking baby steps to recovery. As her mother, I was hurting for her. I was helpless in what I could do for her. So I just stayed with her.
It is forever imprinted in my mind the day (Saturday after surgery to be exact) that I saw her smile for the first time again. It happened to be the same day I got to hold her again too. I waited so many hours to see that smile and there it was. Bright as ever!
I wonder, does God get tired of seeing our sad face? Our hurt face? Our ungrateful and pitiful looks? I know He tells us to be joyful. I know He wants that for us. But I also know that, as I did with my daughter, He doesn't leave our sides until He sees that smile on our face again. He tells us to consider trials as joy. And we think how much worse can these trials get. But He stays with us until the joy returns. He stays with us until He sees us through it.
Dear brothers and sisters, when troubles come your way, consider it an opportunity for great joy. James 1:2
Sunday, September 4, 2011
God, my Father, and my Dad
The book I am reading now has a great question section at the end of each chapter. I love it! It forces me to think about the things that I am reading. One of the questions was something to the affect of: How do you relate your God-given father with the Heavenly Father? What is your first memory of your father that you tend to coincide with God the Father?
I am the worst with childhood memories. I remember very little in that aspect of my life. My brother, however, remembers every little detail of everything that has happened. Good thing he teaches history!! Anyway, this morning in church I had a rare remembrance of my childhood and it involved my dad so I was able to make a great illustration and answer one of those questions.
When I was about eight years old we moved to a new house. We built the house on five acres of land so that we could fulfill a dream of my dad's, to have horses. So, we did just that. We got the back few acres fenced in and built a barn and got two horses. One was a pony (that was mine), Blackie. The other's name was Midnight.
Every so often the horses would find a way to break out of the fence or gate and roam the street. I can only imagine they went on great adventures while out and about. However, once we realized they were out my dad would always grab the reins and go out looking for them to bring them back home. I remember him walking through the neighborhood to find them. Reins in hand and on a mission to bring them back to the place they belong. He diligently walked the roads and neighboring yards until the mission was complete. That part is vivid to me because my dad never walks very fast. He always has a slow, moderate pace. Unless he was looking for the horses. Then he walked with a purpose.
So, I started thinking...how many times do we lose our way? And what does our Father do when we get lost on the path that we create? He makes it His mission to bring us home. When we get off track He just grabs the gear He needs to bring us back so He can take care of us, until we do it again the next time. He just does this over and over again. In my mind, He is purposeful in doing this (just like my dad was). He loves us that much!
My God, just like my dad, will help us get back where He wants us. When we create messes for our lives He cleans them up and welcomes us back in His loving arms. I am so glad that God helped me answer this question. I am also very thankful that the memory I have of my dad relates to my God in a positive way.
I will search for my lost ones who strayed away, and I will bring them safely home again. Ezekiel 34:16 (NLT)
I am the worst with childhood memories. I remember very little in that aspect of my life. My brother, however, remembers every little detail of everything that has happened. Good thing he teaches history!! Anyway, this morning in church I had a rare remembrance of my childhood and it involved my dad so I was able to make a great illustration and answer one of those questions.
When I was about eight years old we moved to a new house. We built the house on five acres of land so that we could fulfill a dream of my dad's, to have horses. So, we did just that. We got the back few acres fenced in and built a barn and got two horses. One was a pony (that was mine), Blackie. The other's name was Midnight.
Every so often the horses would find a way to break out of the fence or gate and roam the street. I can only imagine they went on great adventures while out and about. However, once we realized they were out my dad would always grab the reins and go out looking for them to bring them back home. I remember him walking through the neighborhood to find them. Reins in hand and on a mission to bring them back to the place they belong. He diligently walked the roads and neighboring yards until the mission was complete. That part is vivid to me because my dad never walks very fast. He always has a slow, moderate pace. Unless he was looking for the horses. Then he walked with a purpose.
So, I started thinking...how many times do we lose our way? And what does our Father do when we get lost on the path that we create? He makes it His mission to bring us home. When we get off track He just grabs the gear He needs to bring us back so He can take care of us, until we do it again the next time. He just does this over and over again. In my mind, He is purposeful in doing this (just like my dad was). He loves us that much!
My God, just like my dad, will help us get back where He wants us. When we create messes for our lives He cleans them up and welcomes us back in His loving arms. I am so glad that God helped me answer this question. I am also very thankful that the memory I have of my dad relates to my God in a positive way.
I will search for my lost ones who strayed away, and I will bring them safely home again. Ezekiel 34:16 (NLT)
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