Saturday, October 18, 2014

At Least I Have A Cheering Section ...

I have a "race" at Disney in a few weeks (try not to look shocked).  By race, I mean I will join around 14,000 other people who have paid big bucks to run (by run I mean waddle for me) the streets of Disney World and hopefully finish in time to receive a finisher medal.  Of course, I haven't trained the way I should - still hoping for the day that habit gets ingrained in my life. Or even started in my life.

Anyhow, I figure writing about running may help me focus on training.  Because three weeks of training is better than no training - right?
Today is a gift because: airport run for Lindley, Sam, and Lynnette; Everley time; Maribeth cooking dinner at the Doik; safe travel to Columbus for Steve and GDizzle

Friday, October 17, 2014

One Dilemma Down

Today around noon I decided that I had had enough. When I finally recognize the fact that my main style of hairdo is to wad it all up in a ponytail, I know it's time for a haircut. So I grabbed my wallet and keys and headed to the beauty shop (wishing Truvy  and Ouiser were there).  Did I have an appointment?  Of course not. Did I remember the name of who cut my hair the last time?  Actually I did, but figured since I hadn't made an appointment, there was little chance of my getting her at the last minute.  Besides, I sort of like the "Russian roulette" method of choosing a stylist.

Anyhow, I walked up to the receptionist and asked how long the wait was for a walkup (because there were several people sitting around in chairs at the front - now I'm wondering if they were stylists waiting for takers).  The receptionist said that there was no wait and handed me off to Tamantha who took me right back to her station.

The first thing I always do for a stylist that I don't know (which is basically every time) is tell them that I have a lot of hair and that it is naturally curly (although by the time I get there and unknot the pony tail, it is more like crazy and frizzy). I also tell them that I want it cut, which they usually interpret as I want a trim.  However, Tamantha and I appeared to be on the save wavelength. I told her I wanted it cut and in layers (don't get all 1970s on me and think I wanted a shag 'do).  She seemed to indicate that she understood, and got out her big shears.

After a lot of cutting and water-spraying and combing and measuring, Tamantha was done. My new 'do is just a little bit shorter than my jaw line and has enough little layers to suit me.  It can be worn curly (which means crazy) or it can be flat-ironed to make it straight.  And while it did not take years off my appearance or pounds off the scale, I am happy with it. And no, I have not taken a picture - mainly because I'm not sure if it looks good to the general public.

Now, what to do with all these photos ...
Today is a gift because: picking up Lindley and Everley at school and having a slumber party at the Doik; much-needed haircut via Tamantha

Thursday, October 16, 2014


Yes, today I was thinking about poop.  And how everybody does it.  Sure, everybody has different standards of when, how, etc., but sooner or later it happens.  Sometimes poop needs a little help to happen, and usually the help is welcomed.  Because unpooped poop is not a good thing.

What is poop?  It's the stuff that our bodies doesn't need.  It's the stuff that our body says to get rid of.  It's not always that pleasant, especially for our olfactory sense, and especially if it's somebody else's poop.  But still, it's a necessary part of cleansing our bodies.

So why all this poop talk?  Because today as I was thinking about poop, and the fact that physically getting rid of poop is important, I thought about our emotional poop.  I thought about how, if we were as diligent about getting rid of our emotional poop as we are about our physical poop, how much better our emotional selves would be. What if once a day (or whenever you do it), we got rid of all the hate and mean thoughts and inconsiderate actions that we have done that day?  What if we purged ourselves of all the emotional nastiness?  Wouldn't then we feel fresh and clean once again?

And then I thought a little more, and realized that's what prayer and confession are - to get rid of the things that displease our Creator.  The things that make us less a witness of love to others.  The things that corrupt our very souls and poison the love and compassion that is inside us.

So the next time poop happens, think about emotionally pooping out all the unpleasantness, too. After all, maybe there's more than one cleansing our body needs.
Today is a gift because:  dinner with the family at the Doik

Wednesday, October 15, 2014


So going through pictures has created two dilemmas:

1) Should I cut my hair? As in short? But how short? Shorty-short? I have pictures of every sort of hair I've worn. Short, long, medium, curly, straight, colored, streaked, regular. Some I like and some I do not like. Since I do not have a miracle-worker of a regular hairdo person, I am pretty much on my own. Which is not such a good place to be.

2) What should I do with all these photos? Those that are stored are on my computer, that is. I have bagillions more that are stored in boxes, but those can certainly wait for another time. Should I attempt to organize the ones on the computer? And should I organize them all? Even the ones that are pictures of next-to-nothing? What if I need them one day?  How should I organize them?

Yeah, I know with everything that is going on in the world, hairdos and photographs seem pretty darn trivial, and they are.  But at least it got me out of clearing off my desk and filing coupons and paying bills and stuff.

Meanwhile, the hairdo and photograph dilemmas still go on in my head ...
Today is a gift because: Bus duty for Everley; spending time with GDizzle; Wal-Mart shopping

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Joy. That's All!!

About the only good thing in being behind in blogging is that you go through your pictures, hoping for some sort of inspiration. And so I have. Maybe not for a brilliant blog post, but inspiration to remember what's truly good and perfect and wonderful and awesome about my life. About what has changed my life and made it so much better. About what really matters in this life. About true happiness and unconditional love. About blessings and how thankful I am to have such undeserved joy. And so with that, I leave you with two of my favorite people in one of my favorite places on Earth!!

Today is a gift because: GDiz's safe arrival in Nashville for a visit; picking up Lindley and Everley at school; beef medallions dinner with Steve, GDiz, Mathieu, Everley, Lindley, and Sam