FIVE for Friday

Things I’m loving this week…hmmmm….

  1.  This eyeliner.  It is AMAZING.  Seriously.  It makes doing a cat eye so easy it’s ridicules.  I watched a video by Beauty Broadcast about it and kept my eye out for it when I was last at Walmart.    It is relatively inexpensive.  It’s much less then a designer one I had that is very similar.  I also like the fact that it has a brush tip instead up a foam tip like most liquid eyeliners have.  The formula has some pretty good staying power.  I went to an 8 hour training on Monday that was 2 hours away.  My eyeliner didn’t budge all day.  I’ve also tried it out during my LONG 12 hour night shifts at work and I leave work with my eyeliner in tact and still looking good.  Well as good as you can after 12 hours on night shift… “Two thumbs up” as my daughter would say.
Eyeliner

Physician’s Formula Eye Booster, Ultra Black 

2.  Deadwood  Has anyone watched this series?  I am really enjoying it.  I may or may not have a crush on Timothy Olyphant.  He plays the perfect amount of bad good guy in this series.  He then when on to do Justified on FX, which as it happens is even better than Deadwood!

 

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Timothy Olyphant as Seth Bullock

3.  Dude.  I love Dr. Pimple Popper!  Talk about a guilty pleasure.  LOL!  If you’re a popaholic like me you’re welcome.  Check out her YouTube page.  I like how her videos are done (for the most part).  I like her bedside manner.  I think she is very professional and loves her job.  Plus, who doesn’t like a good squeeze?!  I think my favorite video is a tie between Mr. Wilson and the Fireman.  I’ll try and add links.  But seriously go check her page out.  If you’re grossed out by bodily stuff DON’T check it out.

 

4.  Carrot Cake.  Dad’s birthday was Tuesday.  We had his party on Sunday evening.  The only thing he asked for was for me to make a carrot cake for it.  Apparently these have become my specialty.  I found this recipe on Pinterest.  I’ve made it 3 times now and each time it’s turned out amazing!  It is an incredibly dense cake.  I killed our food processor on Sunday when I was making Dad’s cake and I almost killed our hand mixer in February when I was making Gigi’s cake.  The recipe for the icing is good as well, but I find it’s too sweet.  Like make your teeth hurt it’s soo sweet.  I cut WAY back on the powdered sugar and find it’s better.  I had the kids help me decorate Dad’s cake last weekend and it turned out really cute.  I’m not sure I have any pictures of it… I’ll have to check everyone’s phones.  Seriously I’m going to go get a slice of it now that we’ve been talking about it.  LOL!

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Best Carrot Cake EVER!

5.  So my last love this week is kind of weird.  I am so excited about the fact that I will not be on night shift anymore I can’t stand it.  I’ve done 8 weeks of nights and I’m over it.  I’m so ready to go back to Day shift for a couple months especially since it’ll be over the Spring and Summer.  Sunday is my last night shift and it’s can’t get here soon enough.  Buh-Bye Night Shift!!!

Gratitude on Thursday

This week I have a ton of gratitude.

  1. I am grateful for the people in my circle.  They get me (for the most part) and love me.  They hold mirrors up for me and allow me to grow at my own pace.  They are my tribe.  Thank God I am finding these people.  I feel like I’ve spent my who life looking for people who “get” me.  It’s comforting knowing that they are really out there.  Thanks Ladies!
  2. I’m grateful for my family.  With Easter coming up on Sunday it’s been fun planning for the day.  Easter egg hunt in the morning for the kids followed by a yummy lunch.  I’m looking forward to eating good food and making memories with the kids/family.  I’m grateful that most of my family is so close and we are able to do these things.
  3. Without sounding crazy, I’m grateful for my “HOW”.  HOW stands for Honesty, Open-mindedness and willingness.  I am so grateful that I am at least willing to listen to suggestions made to me about me and my behavior/attitudes.  I’m willing to listen for ways to improve myself.  I’m willing to try new things that are suggested to me.  People have said that I’m honest to a fault… that may be true but I’m working on it.  I’m grateful today that I’m a work in progress and I don’t have to be perfect all the time.

5 For Friday March Style

Hmmmm…. 5 things I’m loving this week….

  1. Crochet.  As always it is my go to crafty thing of late.  I am currently working on a pair of house slippers for Matt.  He was getting jealous of everyone else getting gifts or creations so he wanted something.  I found this pattern on Etsy and knew that it would work for Matt.  I shopped my stash and found some Camo and Khaki bulky yarn that is perfect for house shoes.  I’m about half way done with them… I can’t wait to see how they turn out.
  2. My new Avant Pop! Shadow Palette.  I pick up the “Nouveau Chic” palette at my local Ulta on Tuesday.  I used it today to do a neutral eye.  It turned out perfect!  I can’t wait to see what other looks I can come up with this one.
  3. My Lemon Sugar Scrub.  I have started using it again.  Between the weather change, the time change, a fail attempted at a new foundation and it being that time of the month my skin has gone nuts-o.  I’m so glad that yet again it’s been able to clear up the blemishes and polish the dry skin away.  Thank goodness!
  4. The Pompeii Street Soap Co.  I have been visiting this story a lot lately.  I bought a soap sampler for Gigi for her birthday in February to go with the cotton massaging srubbies I made her.  Then my mother in-law, Lisa, was visiting this week and asked to go.  I generally get the Kentucky Krewe soap for Christmas because it is local and can only be bought in Mifflinburg, PA.  Lisa says that this soap really helps with her Psoriasis.  I’m always glad to support a small business.
  5. My kids.  They keep me sane by making me insane.  The time change has been rough on our house but they still wake up sweet and smiling and being silly.  There have been temper tantrums over nothing but they are followed by lots of snuggles and kisses.  Hearing them say “I love you momma” will never get old.
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Kids in their room

Let me know what you are loving this week.  Would y’all like a review of the Avant Pop! Eye Shadow Palette?  Let me know.

 

Gratitude On Thursday

I have so much to be grateful for.  It’s hard to narrow it down.

  1. My close friend, Genelle.  She keeps me sane in so many ways and I am so grateful to have her in my life.  Genelle, you are a God-send.  Thank you.  I love you.
  2. My job.  Just typing that makes me want to punch the computer.  But honestly I am so very grateful to have the job and the benefits that I do.  I know how blessed I am to have a job in these hard times.  Even though most days my job makes me want to pull my hair out, I am grateful I have it.  It afford me the ability to provide my children with the life I think they deserve.  My job pays the bills and there is a little leftover for the fun stuff.
  3. My family.  I would be nothing with out them.  From my husband who really does love me all the time to my kids who complete me.  I just can’t say enough.  So I won’t.  But I am so grateful that God is allowing me to share this experience with them.

Just A Little Wisper

This post is about a spiritual journey. If this is offensive to you please stop reading. I will not tolerate anything negative about this post and will delete any offensive comments, etc. Otherwise, please keep reading.

I want to start of by saying I am not religious. I am spiritual. I have faith because it has been tested and proven. I believe in a loving, kind, caring Higher Power. I refer to this Higher Power as God for the connivence of things. People know what you mean when you say God, as opposed to Higher Power. A few will understand all of this.

I am a lucky one. I have always believed in a Higher Power. I always knew God was out there. I was never afraid of him (again I use the male version for connivence). The way my family tells it, they thought I was going to be a nun when I was a child. Not that I was a pious child but I was always praying. I was always thanking God for good days and fun times. My Aunt tells a story about when I was little. We went to a pond near my paternal grandparent’s house to feed the ducks. My aunt found me with my head down and eyes closed. She asked if I was alright. I said “I’m fine. I’m just praying to God and thanking him for this wonderful day.” She was stunned. I ran off to chase the ducks. I was probably 7 at the time.

I was small when I begged my mom to take me to church. You see my family isn’t overly religious. My maternal grandparents were Episcopalian but not involved in a church. My father was raised Catholic, but wasn’t practicing. I remember visiting my paternal grandparents and going to mass with them. It seemed dark. I remember being frustrated that I couldn’t participate fully in the service. My mom found an Episcopal church near us and took me.

I remember one of the first time we went to the church. Mom made an appointment with the Minister at the time, Kitty. Yes, a women. She took us around the church and explained all the stained glass windows showing scenes from the bible. They were beautiful. She explained about the alter and the dressings. She showed me where on the alter cloth the women who had made it had turned one if the ivy leaves in to a dragon because nothing could be perfect. Only God was perfect. I remember it being cool, and quiet and dim. It felt safe. Almost like a heavy hug.

I got involved. I was able to participate fully because I had been baptized. I became part of the congregation. I loved learning and hearing bible stories. I loved listening to sermons even though I don’t remember paying close attention. I became an acolyte, which meet I got to dress up and participate in the service. I started reading passages during the service.

When Kitty left, because she had been given her own church, she asked me to come to the National Church for her service. It was a huge deal and I felt special. I was one of several from Our church that got to participate in the service.

When the new Reverend came, he asked me to read at his welcoming ceremony. I felt special and like I belonged. I wanted to be confirmed.

I was told I couldn’t be confirmed by another minister, because I was so young. But she was more then willing to allow me to baby sit her children. I remember her house smelled like dirty dishes and cat piss. I was devastated. How dare you tell someone what is or isn’t in their hearts. Why does it have anything to do with age? And so began my trouble with religion.

Ghandi has a wonderful quote “the problem with Christianity is the Christians.” I believe this of all religions not just Christianity. People get in the way. People get in the way of a personal relationship with God.

I spent the next 10 years searching for God.

I tried witch craft. That didn’t work for me. Too many moon phases and the idea of casting spells seemed far fetched to me.

I tried Evangelical Christianity. I had a bible study leader tell the group that the problems with the world were all because of Democrats and Gays. I’m a Registered Democrat. I have a gay uncle. Another time she went on to rant about criminals. I had brother in jail at the time. I struggled with the fact that I knew she had committed adultery. And drank like a fish. But apparently those were “lesser” sins and somehow negated because she was a Republican. Needless to say I didn’t feel all warm and fuzzy about Jesus, who was supposed to be my savior. But apparently not if I was a Democrat, Gay or a criminal. This didn’t work for me.

I took an Eastern Religions course in college. I loved it. My professor required us to visit a place of worship for one of the religions we studied. I chose a Buddhist temple. I was so interesting. I brought my mom along with me. The Buddhist were very welcoming. I felt awkward during the service. It wasn’t what I expected. I was intrigued. I did more studying. I love the teaching about the flame. We also studied Hindu during this class. There God are compare able to Catholic Saints. You pray to one for a certain reason the same way a specific Saint is supposed to help you with a certain issue. Hindus believe that all the Gods are a facets of one a God, And I remember it hitting me that we are all praying to the a same God. We just call him different names. We are all looking for a relationship with God and how to obtain that.

I continued to talk at God during this time. I prayed some. I don’t think I listened much. Except when a God shouted at me.

I have always had experiences in my life that I can explain as nothing other then a God interaction. For example, Just before I left to go to California I was struggling about what I should do. I was engaged to my future husband, who was serving in Iraq. I had arranged for an apartment out there for us. But I couldn’t get a job confirmed. I called and called. Emailed. Pestered. I couldn’t move to California without a job. I’m a stubborn girl and refused to not take care if myself. So one day I’m trying on bathing suits with my mom, lamenting about California and the job and what I should do. Finally my mom says “Sarah, have you prayed about it?” I was stunned. The thought had never occurred to me. So I said “Fine. God give me a sign. If I’m supposed to move to California show me how. If I’m not supposed to move. Fine. Just let me know what I’m supposed to do. Show me what you want me yo do.” Mom says I was shouting at this point. She says she was nervous about being kicked out if the store. LOL! I remember feeling calm after that.

And then my phone rang. It was the job. They were calling to offer me a position.

Now some people will say this was a coensedense . Luck. I say it was God answering my prayer. When I became open and accepting of his will he showed it to me. And I did it. I quit my stable, good job and moved across the country for love.

I have had other times in my life where I felt like I was being gently pulled through events by a string attached to my gut. Looking back now, I know that these are times when I was following God’s path for me.

So Let’s Try This Again

This blog has been calling my heart again.  I honestly don’t know why.  I feel called to share and write down my experiences.  Lots has happened since last I posted.  I have done lots of crafty stuff.  I’d like to catch y’all up if I can.  I don’t know where to start but I think they should all be separate blog entries.  I’ll start working on them and see how it goes.  Please be patient with me… I have a life that I am trying my damnedest to enjoy and experience as it quickly buzzes by.  I’ll keep you posted ;o)