Ouuuuuuuch, my arm, my arm is being twisted.

It’s been aaaaages since I’ve blogged, right?! I miss you guys a lot, just so you know. It hasn’t been lack of inspiration, or lack of things to write about, or even a lack of wanting to tell you things! It’s a bloody lack of time and a horrible excuse at that! ❤
Likely, that's why my best friend (ouuuuuuuuuch, it even pangs me to say it twisted my arm into splashing back into the blogosphere with a random blog. Random musings about life to get me back to rolling on my writing.

My window is open, I’m savoring some incredibly fresh fruit, I may or may not be halfway barefoot under my desk (sorry Christie!, but I mean, I’m not walking around or prancing with files in the bare toes!), and quite enjoying this hint of Spring we’re having today. All 53 degrees of it have my insides like !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ah hem:

-The same best friend that SHOVED me into writing this blog asked me why I love running so much. It’s going to be this gorgeous all week, and I can’t WAIT to tie on those rubbery soled laces. I love running because it clears my mind. CLEARS IT. It’s like my zen place. I leave the driveway stressed and come back like HAY GUYS BRING IT ON. I usually listen to music or just the pounding and crunching of my feet on the gravel and run until everything toxic is gone. Big bonus, is my waistline shrinks in like…6 days about it, too.

There is NOTHING like the casting of secrets and stress to the weeds and the gravel, and them throwing nothing but peace back at you.

-I feel like I’m finally getting my bearings in Colorado. I’m, after two years, fully active in my own activities, living my own path, and while absolutely still head over heels for that tall handsome man I moved down here for, I’m thriving in such a way that I can’t imagine ever being anywhere else. It’s this whole…farming and photography and accounting and mountains and plains and baby animals and fluffy dogs and being so close to the big city and yet soooooooo far away that’s so amazing. I’m officially a State Officer for Colorado Young Farmers (it’s like this really cool, grownup version of FFA…something I was never able to do, so I’m like FOR REAL THIS EXCITED ABOUT IT YOU GUYS!!

-Here’s the thing I learned about friendships recently. I’ve been wildly anxious about the comings and goings of friends in my life, the everchanging relationships, and the constant guilt over fault of it all. But I’ve sort of realized that A) that’s part of being in your 20’s, and B) friendships can be like Yoga. They can stretch and bend and change and in all of that, they can grow and develop and be different. I can love the same person I did 10 years ago at a different distance and with a different type of love than 10 years ago. People change. But I don’t think that means that you have to have a black and white answer on where your friendship is. It’s not all BEST FRIENDS OR HATE.

-I’m going to be 30 this year. We’ll come back to this soon.

-I want turquoise in my hair so bad.

-We’re taking our first family vacation this year!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My girls will get to get on their first airplane and SEE THINGS OTHER THAN COLORADO AND WYOMING. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Not that there isn’t great things here, I’m just STOKED!!

-I’ve got two friends going through the trenches of really rough chapters and it’s so familiar to where I’ve been that I’m an emotional trainwreck about it. It’s like looking in a mirror six years ago. I know that’s part of the whole “everything happens for a reason” bit, but I’m not sure I’m ready to face it and use it.

My photography continues to soar and I’m absolutely blessed with the best friends and family and clients. I never knew I could love a hobby SO much.

-I’ve got two new books on order and almost heeeeeeeeeere!! Black Heels to Tractor Wheels (isn’t that the greatest title you’ve ever heard?!) and The Curiosities: A Collection of Stories, a book one of my favorite girls insisted I read. I love the thrill of new pages coming to me! In the mail! Like tomorrow!

-I feel like…like…. if you’re afraid to be you, if you’re unsure of who you are and instead of seeking that out find peace in imitation, than you’re headed in the wrong direction. If you’re not true to you, you’re nothing.

-I want to start a garden this year I think! I’m a little nervous about it, but I just want like…three vegetables and a fruit, and a checkmark on the “Things I want to be able to do by the time I’m 30” list. …more to come. My name is Naomi, I’m 29, and can’t grow a strawberry. Yet. Also, I live with a farmer? …awkward.

-Is there a sound affect for “I love this quote!!!!”? Play that sound in your mind, and then read this:

“Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.”
― Apple Inc.

-I have SO MUCH MORE TO SAY. All the more reason to come back soon, right?! Fill me in on you! ❤

Nomz

*sssssssstretch*

I was watching a comedy this week, and it’s killing me that I can’t remember which show…but the girl was writing a blog and somebody asked her why she did it. She said that bloggers are people that wish they could be what they wrote about. Most of them are bipolar hypochondriacs living in basements, or people that want to better their life but can’t so they blog about it instead. Do you think that’s true? I don’t. I write blogs in hopes of bettering somebody else’s, to give fresh perspective, and maaaaaaybe to vent from time to time. Writing is an outlet for me, and doing it publicly keeps me in check.

That being said, I find there’s no better way to reconnect with my writing than to kick it off with a random note full of word vomit and wild opinions and advice, or the begging for them. A lot of these are tidbits of inspiration from conversations I’ve had on Facebook this week, so I’m sorry if it’s repetitive. I want to remember them though.

I’m against “Wellness Coaches.” There. I said it. I think that everybody deserves that title that takes it upon themselves to be a good friend, to seek success and happiness – and share the things learned with those that are stumbling. I don’t think that because you’re good at advice, and have had the time to read all the right books to hand out that advice, that you should get a fancy title and come with a fee. Happiness and wellness is something everybody deserves and if you hold keys to that, share dammit.

Does going to church improve your life?If you’re going for selfish reasons, no. I don’t think so. If you’re going to learn something about your faith, morals, and to be tested on both? Absolutely. Having faith in something has saved me from myself more times than I can count – but it means surrendering your selfishness.

My first grader came home with the sight-words “Tough” and “Though”, and asked me to explain why they sound different. I told her even THOUGH we’d like it to, THOUGH isn’t TOUGH enough to make the FFFFF sound 😀 *takes a bow…falls off stage…lets teachers take over*

Is the word “bully” overused? I feel like we’re getting too sensitive. Too fragile. Too breakable. And because of my heavy involvement in a suicide prevention program, I see the affects of both the increase in fragility in our society – and the bullying. People are mean. Kids are mean because people are mean. It’s starting younger and it’s problematic because defending yourself is considered out line. I’m walking a fine line between telling my kids to be tough and stand up for themselves, and avoiding trouble by telling them to tattle. I gave a friend advice this week, encouraging her that we have to start from the ground up and teach them that love battles meanness, that self confidence battles humiliation, that a safe home battles a mean classroom. But when faced with it with it in my own kids, it’s an emotional trainwreck. My want to protect them tends to overpower my ability to follow my own advice. At what point do we call it “bullying”, and when do we know it’s the right time to tell them “get up, brush it off, and tell them to kick rocks.”?

I hate neglected friendships. Everybody says that losing friends is part of the journey. Everybody changes and a lot of friendships break because you change as people – blameless. I have a hard time with that. It’s sort of like saying that because trees get bigger and thicker and leafier and branchier that you have to cut it at the trunk at some point. If it’s groomed, it lives forever. It withstands droughts, neglect, change.
I’m at that point with a friendship, where there’s only so much of a void that I could probably continue to neglect it and we’d go on being buttom-rung friends, or I could cut if off and move on – plant new ones and learn from my mistakes…or nurture it back to health. It is amazing the pain that comes with limbo-voids. It seems fear driven, threatened by honesty. And too easily we take the easy way out.

I love my second “job”! On a much lighter note, my photography has really taken off, thanks to some incredible clients and friends! I can’t WAIT to start a section on this blog about some of my recent sessions! I hope I never ever get used to the fact that people like my work enough to pay me for it. It makes me feel all awkward and blush-y, but it also has me yearning to learn more, the most that I possibly can, to continue to deliver THEIR captured moments. It’s the most humbling thing I’ve ever done, and the first thing that’s really shoved me in a direction. What a thrilling ride, that. Here’s a couple of my favorites (and you can see the rest on my photography page: Rugged Grace Photography!

I feel like my writing just did a fancy yoga pose. It felt good to stretch these fingers across a keyboard again, and I can’t wait to hear your thoughts on this stuff! It’s amazing how much we all doubt and stumble, it’s MORE amazing to see us all better each other.

Yours always,
Nomz

71 degrees of sunshine and randomized spewage.

It’s been literally months since a blog. I work at an accounting firm when I’m not out flaunting my social skills, and January thru April 17th and no longer, I disappear. Tax season slurps me up like a fat kid at 7-11 holding the latest flavor of slushy, or the Blue Raspberry, which is obviously the best. This post is not a warning even, that I’m leaping back into blogging because it’s only March and I’ve barely come up for air.

This brilliant breath of air, surrounded by sunshine (all 71 degrees of it, mind you) flowing through the chaos of the office, sleepy kitty supervising, slight breeze begging me to come up with a wild excuse to leave early for the day…is the perfect time for random spew.

*fist-pound*

Let it flow; Let it go.

~I’m oddly captivated by this whole March Madness…thing. I don’t have a CLUE what happens in the 64 (right?) games of it, but I had to join a pool for work, and while I’ve definitely became the entertainment of the office with my picks, it has my curiosity peaked and secretly checking the scores. Maybe sports aren’t as overrated as I’ve been accusing them to be. If nothing else, I love the excitement they bring. Between March Madness, the Superbowl, the Daytona 500, the Quidditch matches, and every huge rivalry in every sport that happens around the world, I love that it gives a reality break, something to !!!!!!!!!! about, something that doesn’t require CNN, a President, or a bad thing to happen for the attention of the public to turn it’s head. It’s a thing of tradition, despite the madness and chaos of the world.

~Admittedly, I’ve been part of the “if you can’t beat them, join them.” team of pessimists lately. I’m normally one of the most optimistic people in all of the lands, but lately, I’ve had no problem finding reasons to whine. I think it’s my allergic reaction to the time change, combined with sheer exhaustion and working mom guilt. It’s not a very fun place to be in, and I’m frolicking myself right out of it. Optimism might not be reality, but you’re a fool if you think pessimism is either. Realists, put mind over matter, and choose how their worlds will turn round, and in what shade.

~I was SUCH a critic of my daughter having homework in kindergarten this year. And while I still think it’s a bit much for such a young mind, it thrills me to be able to snuggle in at night and let her read an entire chapter book to me and her younger sister. AT AGE SIX. I’m applauding public schools, and am blushing with pride over my brilliant girl.

~I read somewhere this week that we’re born loving the world, and the older we get, the more we fear it. It was a shocking reality for me, and I plan on reversing my current frame of mind before I run out of time. I’m nearly 27 and a half, and I can’t wait to make the next decade the most risking, most loving, most thrilling ride of my life. I’ve learned things the hard way for the last ten years out of fear. That’s quite enough, I think. This quarterlife-crisis has nearly ended, on to the next!

~I have an astounding feeling of regret that I don’t own more board games. Suggestions would be lovely!

The phones are ringing, the cat has awoken from his slumber, and it’s nearly time to update the basketball pool. I am barely short of two hours from aviators + windows down, and I’m checking out with the hopes that you guys missed me as much as I missed you!

Love,
Nomz

Wordy Wednesday: 17! …also HOLY CRAP

I was seriously sitting here at my desk, thinking to myself, “I have literally ran out of internet, which means it’s either time for blogging or Pinterest“, and then my head exploded like *OMFG IT’S WEDNESDAY I DON’T EVEN NEED TO THINK HARD TO BLOG*.

I have exactly six whole days to start Christmas shopping. That's a LOT. More than last year, anyway. I'm more panicky that there's only 16 days left in the year to make something of it, than I am Christmas.

I have really mixed feelings about Santa letters. You know the ones that you write in to some place, and they write your kiddo a letter supplying all the details you provided so it's so shockingly accurate that your kid believes Santa really wrote it? Or the video messages? My CSI-watching-inner-freak just imagines the serial killer on the other end of those websites collecting all of that information on small children and then starting to eliminate them. SICK right?! But I can't get past it enough to try it. But if you DO want to try something cool, one of my best friends sent me this link this week, and I hear it's amazing if you're not a freakmom: The Santa Video

I use capital letters more often than not. They’re my new favorite thing ever. EVER.

Some days, the bitterness wins. The bitterness that comes along with toxic friendships, exhusbands, pain in the yoohoo parents and parents of friends. But it’s quite the triumph I think, that any bitterness in my life is absolutely temporary. Or at least, only as permanent as I allow it. It’s sort of like…I can stay in my pajamas all day Sunday if I want. Not every day, but Sunday yes. You can’t win every single day, and still win at life! *clap, clap*

I love that a middle eastern gentleman moved to the middle of nowhere Wyoming to start up a rundown gas station, and no matter how many times we tell him that I’ve moved away, and definitely not my best friend’s sister, he disagrees and tells us otherwise. “no no no, you’re wrong, your sisters, you tease me.” We really are soul sisters.

My soul sister, this picture was taken...4 years ago?

People that don’t put their kiddos first, immediately fall into last place in my book. You’re raising a child, not an inconvenience.

One of my bests blogged today, about mini cheeseburgers and love-that-is-for-real. Get thee to there: Happiness is Tiny Cheeseburgers.

My boss is awesomesauce today. He not only let me do some personal work, he proofread it for me, and then metaphorically patted me on the back.

I’m starting to get a sick satisfaction over the “unsubscribe” button on Facebook. I can still be your friend WITHOUT SEEING YOUR YAWN OR DRAMA POSTS.

Today is busy, this week is insane, so the bus stops here. Y’all have a great week! ❤

Nomz

Wordy Wednesday: #16! Just because everybody is thankful today, does NOT mean I don’t get to use sarcasm.

I get off at noonish today, and will be off until Monday. So I’m putting a bit of a rush on my Wordy Wednesday blog, and will most likely be away until then. I hope you all eat your hearts out, remember that calories are only temporary tomorrow, sleep during the football games, hug your families, and remember that we can be as thankful in a few days as we are tomorrow.

Let’s get this party started!

Does anybody know anybody in PETA? Because I’m starting wonder if they’re a government conspiracy group, like that Will Smith heads up like he did in that one movie. The name is escaping me.

Have you ever noticed that some cars (especially Nissan’s, dirty minded engineers, those.) have mirrors shaped like sticky-bras? Because I have.

Thriday. While I admire my friends creativity every single week on Thursday, I really, really get angsyty when they combine words like that. It’s Thursday, it will be all day. Especially tomorrow when we get to consume insane amounts of food and justify wearing stretchy pants, wheeeeeeeeee!

Someday I’m going to have such a pretty house, I won’t need a photo studio. “hi client, just come over and explore my house while I picture you”. And it’ll be cool, not nearly as creepy as it sounded.

I hate when people aren’t honest. It’s probably my biggest gripe. Especially if I confront you first, or admit my wrongdoings. It’s shady, and irritating, and it makes me want to punch your vagueness in the teeth. Hi, this is me being vague back, take that.

I get to clean a house today that’s not mine! *dance, dance*. It’s like Christmas morning for my OCD.

I hate turkey. Haaaaaaaaaaate it. I can tolerate the deep fried turkey if it’s smothered in gravy and promises to hide under the stuffing. Mostly on Thanksgiving, I quickly turn vegetarian and eat all the side dishes and pie.

My friend got a white-ink tattoo this week, and after seeing it in person IT’S ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT. I want this so bad:

Only "grace", or "rugged grace" maybe.

I discovered Boyce Avenue this week. Holy swoooooooooooon.

I wish it were impossible to cut people out of your life. Though I’m guilty of it all of twice, I think you should have to keep them in your life forever, even just as a foreshadow. Like a scar. Especially for those that do it all the time, with ease, as if it doesn’t affect anybody.

There are days I debate no longer blogging. Or Twittering. Or Facebooking. Not because nobody is listening, but because I worry everybody is listening. But I write to feel. And whether I do it to be heard, or to feel better, I like the vulnerability that comes with is.

I love being a mom. I love bragging about my kids, I love having little people that will cuddle with me more willingly than anything else in the house. I love feeling needed, and needing them. I love their eyelashes when they’re sleeping.

I want to get better at soups. I’ve conquered gravy, I can cook like a madoman over a hot stove, but soups intimidate me entirely. You get bonus points this week, for leaving a comment with tips or recipes.

Randomized,
Nomz

Wordy Wednesday: #15! Emo & Pearl Jam Day

Today is a Pearl Jam day, which for some reason, always seems to go hand in hand with a deep-thought, emo, or angst day.

I’m starting to realize that life experience and hard lessons are what take us to a deeper level of understanding. It’s coming up from the bottom that shows you how to feel life. You might be really, really good at living life, making few mistakes, lots of friends, and one of the best crawling this Earth, but have you felt life? Maybe I’m wrong. I guess if you’re going through something really hard right now, it’s because you’re supposed to be learning one of those soul-aging lessons, someday, hopefully, it’ll pay off and you’ll be grateful for it?

Sometimes, people just want to be mad. and sad. and depressed. They don’t want to be cheered up. In fact, what I’m learning, is that if you can manage to meet them there in that place, and feel that way with them? It’s the best kind of therapy. Example: I call my friend Alicia whenever I have a good rant I just want to cry or scream about, and it’s rare that she doesn’t cry and scream back.
It’s all a girl wants, you know? It’s no wonder men find our species so confusing.

No offense, but if something appears generic on one of my Random posts, it’s because I don’t want to talk about it in depth.

Last night (the possibly maybe future mother in law) Cindy came over and folded our laundry while we ate dinner. And today, she took my oldest to lunch. Sometimes, I don’t recognize people’s efforts enough, so this is me, giving her a giant shout-out and thank-you, for all she does for us.

I’m actually looking forward to getting fat this year. As in, I’m not going to watch what I eat at Thanksgiving, and might even double the gravy on my stuffing. What’s your favorite Thanksgiving dish??

Last Friday night, my birthday month got kicked off. Normally, I celebrate once or twice depending on family/friends, but this year, apparently, it’s happening a bunch of times. I’d like to think it’s not because I need celebrated, but because I have so many people to celebrate with! My friend Prairie and her friend Amy took me out to this Johnny Cash themed bar, bought me martinis, fed me good food, and talked to me in a kitchen until a time of the night where I just felt GOOD about life.

My mom gave me homemade laundry detergent (I know, you want to be that crafty too. So do I.), awesomepossom lotion, shopping money, and got the family together at Chili’s (chips & salsa at Chili’s, is my favorite OMSOMSOMS…and about the best thing on their menu, right) for my birthday lunch!

I’ll keep you posted on birthday month. I don’t know what all is planned yet, but I know there are things BEING planned, and there are also cake pops in my future, so….

I had four photo shoots this last weekend! All went SO well, the pictures are turning out gorgeous, and I’m thrilled beyond words that my business is taking off (with or without me!)! To keep up with my work, “like” my Facebook page, Rugged Grace Photography, or stay tuned for my website (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)! I spent almost the entire day with one of my bestBEST girls, Ashley, and felt absolutely recharged because of it.

I don’t understand why Junkyards think so highly of themselves. I mean I just want to take pictures of and in and around junk, and you’re telling me you want to charge me $125/hour?! IT’S JUNK PEOPLE

I want a foot tattoo, officially It’s going to say “don’t stop“, and it was inspired by this video (and Brit!!!!!!!!)!

My ex has the air around me tasting bitter. And if it weren’t for my insanely strong support system (see: family, friends, new family (hiiiiiiiiii gramma!), new friends), I’d have lost my mind by now for sure. I hate that my girls are old enough to start feeling impacted when he creates a void. Encouraging them, without lying to them, is my biggest challenge as of late.

This blog was honest. And I hope not so strong that I hurt feelings, but I’ve found that the more I hold back, the less I write and feel like myself, and that’s not really an option anymore.

ok then,
Nomz

Wordy Wednesday: #13! It’s about entertainment, I suppose.

You should probably bounce through my blog today:

Who decided 13 was going to be a number that would stand out? Either as lucky as unlucky? It holds no significance with me, nor any number, for that matter. Somebody explain.

Is there a way to permanently unsubscribe from all weather updates on Facebook? I intentionally avoid watching the newsfeed on days like today, and also Sundays. Because sports updates and weather updates aren’t necessarily irrelevant, but unoriginal. If we cared, we’d have something other than Facebook on, ya know?

I am literally thrilledexcited like OMG over all of the photography opportunities lately! My November is like BLAMfull, and I already have one scheduled in December. Whether I was ready to make this leap or not, I have no choice!

I just did a random “open the nearest book next to you, turn to page 359, read the most interesting thing on that page and share it” thing. And it was interesting enough that I thought I’d share it.

“Women’ll put anything in a toilet to try and make it go away. We once had a woman whose dog died, and she tried to flush it down the toilet.

“Small Dog?” Franklin asked.

“Well, yeah.” The manager’s eyes seemed to cross. “I mean, nobody’d try to flush a German Shepherd.””

 

I wish I had more time to read.

It is the year of the hats. I want to wear a cute hat with every out fit, every day, all day long this winter. Starting today. Because brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. And also because it’s all matchy matchy.

I’ve had a few friends leave Facebook recently because they hate the drama, the meanness, the rumors, the gossip, etc. that happens there. It makes me sad that our world is so cruel that we can’t even keep a social network positive. It also really makes me miss “seeing” them every day. Mean people piss me off.

What about food blogs do you read? Do you read for the facts? The recipes? The pretty words people find a way to use with the recipes? Do you read them at all?

The History channel has me hooked on “Top Shot”, and also has me severely missing shooting guns. My dad would love this show: fact.

DirectTV is getting rid of FX as of November 1st, cutting me off cold turkey from my Sons of Anarchy addiction. I’m trying to figure out the best reaction: claw my skin off and pull my hair out like I would in drug rehab, leave nastygram messages on DirectTV’s voicemail, or switch to another provider. Thoughts?

Confidence is the new black. By which I mean, regardless of your makeup, your attire, or your current going-ons, if you’re displaying confidence, you’re gorgeous.

Yours Truly,
Nomz

Wordy Wednesday: #12! I know, I KNOW!

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:

Before...

We'll call this my purple PANIC face

FIRST PERM EVER OMG

KABLAM

This one is called "my coworker definitely caught me taking pictures of myself in the parking lot, hiiiiiiiiiii Christie!"

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.

Pondering,
Nomz

Wordy Wednesday: #11!! Short and mostly sweet! Like a Twix!

-I never regret trying to wean myself off off caffiene until right about…..now. The migraine always waits to hit until about 2pm when it’s too damn late to do anything about it anyway.

My favorite quote found this week: “Everyone says love hurts, but that is not true. Loneliness hurts. Rejection hurts. Losing someone hurts. Envy hurts. Everyone gets these things confused with love. But in reality love is the only thing in this world that covers up all the pain and makes someone feel wonderful again.”

-“The amount of mercury is so high in the swine flu shot, to be safe, the individual getting the vaccine would need to weigh 539 pounds.” Why would I give that to my children on purpose? Reference the entire article here: http://victoria-nicks.suite101.com/unsafe-mercury-levels-in-the-swine-flu-vaccine-a164989#ixzz1abDUTaxm Thank you Sarah!

-I feel a little weird being one of the only “random” bloggers that doesn’t dedicate the entire blog to things that I’m thankful for, maybe I’ll add another day that I can sunshine all over the place. This one is really just here for my head to explode onto “paper”.

-One of my favorite things ever is the way my girls say, “Pumpkin”. It’s like “Pooooooooooookin”. It really is the little things.

The Biggest Loser is the first <strongtv show that has ever made me cry. Repeatedly. I blame the insanely sad music they play at every epic scene.

-I miiiiiiiiiight be getting a new tattoo soon! shhhhhhhhhhh! I need your help though! Should I get this, only with “grace” instead of love? And If I were to get it in a place that gave me the option of being able to read it and making you tilt your head, or visa versa, which way?!

grace tattoo

grace tattoo

-I hate vague-bookers. If you don’t want to talk about it, don’t talk about it even a little bit. Saying things like “I just want to crawl in a corner without a book and diiiiiiiie slowwwwwwwwwly about today!” and then when asked about it, respond with, “thanks for asking, I don’t really feel like talking about it.

-CAN IT BE NOVEMBER NOW PLEASE. I’m already over October and November is always full of happies and autumn, and yay things. Or, I’m partial because it’s also birthday month.

-I’m virtually hugging my friend Amberlee today, like squeeeeeeeeze If you love me too, you’ll comment and also squeeze her for me. Her strength through rough & tough days is phenomenal. Also? She’s one of the happiest people you’ll ever meet, held together BY VIRTUAL SQUEEZES SO SQUEEZE HER.

-Shorty today guys, my head is imploding. How was your week?! Did you guys catch Sons of Anarchy last night? It was gooooooooooooood.

Yours Truly,
Nomz

Wordy Wednesday: #9!

-OMG YOU GUYS IN CASE YOU HAVEN’T HEARD THE NEWS I MADE A FACEBOOK PAGE FOR MY PHOTOGRAPHY. It’s sort of a big deal for me, but probably isn’t nearly as monumental for anybody else. But in case you WANT to like me, I even put a fancy button on my blog. See? —-> (scroll down, it’s on the bottom of my right hand column!)

-Tattoos are spinning so fast in my head that the reality of a new one is probably abouuuuuuuuut a couple of weeks away. Deciding which one to do first will be my biggest hurdle. Also, new hair. ALL THE THINGS. I’m going to arrive at work on the following Monday and shock the typewriter… <–new code word …so fast that it’ll probably start making loud noises and may even fall over.

-I don’t know the seventh thing about starting my own business (I know a few, oh bless you accounting job and awesome coworkers) and here I am leaping into the middle of it. *dies* Any pointers?

-I have a date tonight! DANCE,DANCE I don’t know where he’s taking me, what we’re doing, or any fancy details, but I DO know I’m wearing heels, and there is a babysitter involved. Win.

-The leaves are starting to golden up in Colorado. My favorite thing about the leaves turning is RIGHT now when they’re meshing with the summer green, showing signs of a smooth transition to a new season and new chapter. We can learn things from trees.

-The more I run from my past, the more I’m faced with opportunities to embrace it. Friendly reminders that I can learn from it, use it to better the lives of the people around me, and oh heyyyyyy use it to keep my perspective in line where it belongs. I just wish my transitions through chapters were as smooth as green –>yellow. I’m like…summer green –> BROWN AND CRUNCHY —>blooooooooooming. No smooth transitions.

-I don’t want to be a bajillionaire. I just want to be able to have a pedicure whenever I want. And a vacation (one). Not four houses, three rentals, seven cars, nineteen kids, and a golf club membership. Never rich, just comfortable. I had this conversation with a coworker who was ditto’d me, except she wants two vacations. Where is your comfortableness, money-wise?

-I’m really trying hard to eat an apple a day, just to test that theory.

-I’m debating blogging about the things I learn about farming on here, in it’s own category. Is there any interest, or would I just be talking to cyberspace?

-Tomorrow is my first official parent-teacher conference, and I’m nervous for some reason? Like? It kind of makes me want to talk in question marks all the time? And raise my voice into an annoying pitch? And wonder if I’m ready for this?
SO proud of my little girl, PS. She’s getting up at the same time every day, getting dressed, eating healthy breakfasts, finishing the lunch I packed her, and is so nice to her classmates. It’s going to go well, I know it. I’m just not ready TO BE A MOM OF A KID IN SCHOOL OK.

-Hi, my name is Naomi, and it’s been three weeks since my last ChickFilA sandwich. #addict

-Is anybody else slightly disappointed with Sons of Anarchy this season? I feel like it’s ending this season and they just haven’t told us and it’s giving me the epic sads.

Yours Truly,
Nomz