Goodness, I need a nap.
I know it’s Thursday, but yesterday, I was all “I’m skipping work all afternoon to go see a bunch of friends and dye my hair, BYE!“, and so I did. And I took a friend with me with long, straight, untouched hair and talked her into a perm and hair feather. We went to THE best hair girl I’ve ever had, at Chella Bella’s in Cheyenne, WY. It went like this:
My favorite thing about red hair so far, is that it’s different in every single light. I want your honest opinion though, how’s it look?! I’m naturally….something other than red. I can’t even tell you anymore.
Sometimes I feel like I take my job for granted. I love that I have a job, and that fact alone far outweighs any of my complaints about it by far. Most days. 😉
I decided the other day that I need to write a blog about how “You know you’re getting old when…”. Example #234: You turn the radio down, or even off in the car, rather than up.
Project Office. I need to find a way to rearrange something somewhere in one of my rooms for an office/homework room. And I need a cute desk and a big handsome desk, and fresh paint. That’s as far as I’ve gotten so far.
Biting my tongue is an old habit reborn Lately, I’m finding it hard to pick the right battles, because I want to fight for everything. Blame that tall, passionate guy I stand next to.
Facebook and Pinterest have proven that I’m not the ONLY one that thinks murders hide behind my shower curtain waiting for me to squat. Thank everything that my sanity is being saved by time sucking websites. See all my LOL-worthy Pintersting things here: It Will Make You LOL.
My prayer journal is started! I bought the journal, and a cute little Bible to go with it, and I’m working on finding time to meditate every night. It’s funny how the second I started doing it, I had a lot more to be thankful for, than things I was wishing on.
Two things that have really stuck out to me lately:
Mark Twain’s Quote:
But who prays for Satan? Who in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most, our one fellow and brother who most needed a friend yet had not a single one, the one sinner among us all who had the highest and clearest right to every Christian’s daily and nightly prayers, for the plain and unassailable reason that his was the first and greatest need, he being among sinners the supremest?
– Mark Twain’s Autobiography
John Cusack’s Quote:
Let’s go with Jesus. Not the gay-hating, war-making political tool of the right, but the outcast, subversive, supreme adept who preferred the freaks and lepers and despised and doomed to the rich and powerful.
Ok I lied, and this picture, that my friend Ayzlynn found! (cool name, right?! Cool girl to match it! She has a blog here: Every Day Fairytale!):
Regardless of your religion, how you feel about prayer and/or meditation, who you choose to worship or not worship, we could all use a bit of a different perspective on how we ask for things, and our expectation OF those things. You’re asking for more vehicles, when you have one that runs. You’re asking for better health, when all you have is a cold. You’re asking for more money, when you have a roof over your head. You’re asking for true love, when you’re surrounded by it.
I’m stepping off my soap box with this: You get what you get and you don’t throw a fit!…and maybe, just maaaaaaaaybe, we should through in some gratuity for it too.