After posting the story of Jacob I had a friend call and say that he was concerned for my “singleness”. He expressed that he worries that because I have a full cup of “I don’t give a crap” and will happily bust out men via the web that I am in turn scaring other men off who might be interested out of fear that I will blog about them. I appreciate the concern. I may be single forever if that’s the case. And I’m ok with that. Because the man for me isn’t easily intimidated by me and knows that if he treats me right, I would have nothing but great things to say about him. I’m a lot to handle. I’m not for the weak. And I couldn’t be more proud of that actually. I fought like mad to get to where I am today. I am happy and my life is fantastic. There is zero reason for me to interrupt that with a relationship with anyone less than amazing and someone who will only amplify what I already have going.
I am spending the day recovering from a hard core week at Walmart Shareholders and Associate Expo. I was on my feet literally all week and can’t wait for the chiropractor to call me back and get “cracked”. I consumed a gazillion calories from all the vendors food at the expo and am a beautiful golden brown from all the sun I soaked up being outside all day for 4 days straight.
In addition to getting my hips aligned, I plan on spending the afternoon drenched in documentaries and random facts. I love to learn about most anything. A perfect day of rejuvenation for me includes documentaries, chocolate, and naps. If I could customize my cable package it would include the History, Discovery, and ID channels only. All day everyday.
Learning a new random fact literally makes my heart beat faster. I am known at work for spouting out random facts all day and work things like “orca whales can travel at 70mph” into any conversation that I can. I am shamelessly addicted to the Uberfacts Twitter account.
We all should know random things :-) it just makes us more fun to converse with. Who knows, maybe one day my random Orca knowledge will be what brings me across the man of my dreams. He will hear me spouting off whale facts, Auschwitz stats, New York City in the 30s notes and suddenly realize I am the woman he has been looking for. He will run to me in an open field with a bouquet of flowers and we will walk off into the sunset. :-) No? Ok. Clearly I am beyond exhausted and need to bring it back to reality.
HAPPY FRIDAY folks!!! Thanks for entertaining my tired mind and blog today. With that, I bring you a random panda fact. You’re welcome!!!
- Prize find: Nerium AD cream. A friend introduced me to this when she became an independent consultant. I LOVE this product. I could tell the most change (Or more immediate change) was actually in my cleavage area. Although the boobs are headed south for more than the winter, this product has done a great job of making that area look younger. You know those old ladies that have that one wrinkle in the cleavage area? Not me! What’s even more awesome is that my friend is no pushy about trying to shove a million dollars worth of product down my throat. She simply offered the product for me to try.
- Prize find – Alicia fail: Sally Hansen facial hair remover. This product is great…….when used correctly. Starting the hair removal process is more of a commitment than I was prepared for. Ok, it was more of a commitment than I have probably had to anything in the last 12 years. Once you start, you have to keep it up. Be careful that you don’t leave it on too long. There is definitely a magic number of time for each person. I have yet to perfect that part of the routine so think nothing of it when you see splotches of burned skin or patches of peach fuzz on my face.
- FAIL: Honey and lemon remedies. I have read many uses for this such as blackhead help (much needed for me), hair masks, etc. Thus far, every recipe I have tried has failed miserably. For example, the face remedy it offered ended up with a slime like mess running down my neck and even got in my nose somehow. Then I fell asleep waiting on it to dry and panicked when I woke up and had forgotten what I had done.
- FAIL: making your own pore strips. I can’t even remember the recipe but I do remember how horrid it smelled and how hard it was to get off. Those pretty pictures the blogger posted made it look like I would never be buying pore strips again.
- SUPER PRIZE: Cocunut oil. I could write a blog on it and all the wonderful things it has done for me that would be a small book. But just go with me on this one and read up on it from people who have way better writing skills than me. It is like a miracle treatment for everything. I use it for my dry skin as a lotion. I use it as a hair mask. I take pill forms of it and haven’t had my blood pressure prescription filled since. I had a gimp toenail issue solved. The list goes on. It is a staple in my house.
- Prize: Water. As much as I hate to admit this one because for one it’s just boring and for two I hate admitting that “they” are right…..they are. I drank over 100oz a day for 21 days and got more compliments on my skin. I didn’t look bloated. My skin was smoother and fuller. And then I fell off the wagon (because that is what I do). But!!! I am hoping back on and have a new hot pink water jug to prove it. This jug is sold at Family Dollar and is 100oz. I fill it up in the morning and don’t have to keep tabs on how much I have drank. I just know I have to make it through the jug.
Ok. So, maybe it wasn’t a complete war zone (although judging by the amount of toys pulled out it could certainly pass for at least a mine field) but it certainly was the night they let a single woman be in charge of the nursery. And it was not without obstacles.
Once per month, I signed up to volunteer for babysitting. I get to watch precious kiddos while foster parents take the classes they need to qualify for fostering. It’s a GREAT program called The Call. I am so happy to get to be a part of helping families open up their homes to sweet kids who have become a part of the system for whatever reason. So far, I have only had one night of this and it was with one sweet four year old boy who was very low maintenance. For my second night, I was given the babies. The following are the happenings of that adventure:
1. I had 5 children that ranged from the ages of 4 months through 2 years. I also was fortunate to have a young girl as a helper. I cannot remember a time in my life that I was ever around this many children of these young ages. I am confident in my ability to handle this situation because I manage million dollar programs in my job, kids love me, and I have all this new found energy with my detox challenge. I accept my mission gladly.
2. I quickly learned that the average attention span for this age is about 4.2 seconds. I have always wondered why parents buy this age so many toys. How will they remember them or why would they care how many toys they have? Now I know. Because with the attention span of 4.2 seconds, you need at least 8,000,004 toys to go through. It is rare that they go back to the same toy twice. Or it was tonight anyway….believe me, I tested this theory to the fullest.
3. Even though these kids could not talk well, that did not keep you from seeing the 5 completely different personalities. The more I think about it, fitting those little and widely different personalities into a closed room is much like a lot of the adult meetings I have on a daily basis. Too bad when one of the adults takes my toys, I can’t say “mine” and hit them like these kids do so freely! : )
4. For the ones that could speak tonight, the common sentence stated was “mine”. Yes, that is a sentence to them. It states boldly a noun, verb, adjective and so forth : )
5. At first, when little miss two year old had her melt down over not getting anymore Goldfish for snack (after she had already had two helpings and some cheese puffs) I wondered what on earth had gone so wrong in her day that no more Goldfish warranted this kind of melt down. Then, I realized how eery it was that I could relate. I am on day 7 of a 21 day detox and sat and watched coworkers eat Chuy’s Mexican food at lunch today (my fav Mexican in this area). Inside I was having a melt down of my own and restraining myself from stealing food off of their plates. We have more in common than you know during this melt down princess.
6. This age group has zero interest in my Mega Bloks tower that I strategically built. All I wanted was a little praise and all they wanted was to destroy it with their tractors, trucks, and precious little hands. I will address with my therapist, it’s already on my list : )
7. Actually no. No I cannot work the child safety door knobs. But thanks for making it look so easy sixth grade girl helper. She didn’t know I couldn’t work them. I just secretly watched her and copied.
8. The mom of the four month old stated that the baby will not drink the bottle unless it’s warm. Lucky for me, there was this gadget on the top shelf that looked like it might be a bottle warmer. I have no idea how I even knew this but I just had a feeling (maybe that’s code for my biological clock?….oh…wait…..). I plug it in and push a button and expect it to work. When it doesn’t (after several pushes of the button), I resort to pulling out my phone and googling it. I watched a YouTube video as well as read two articles in order to learn this gadget. The bottle was warmed. The baby was happy. The end.
9. You cannot ignore the smell of a dirty diaper. You can be in denial about it but you cannot ignore it. I feel like the fact that I located the source (since I had three in diapers to choose from), changed the diaper (even though the kid WOULD NOT be still), and knew where to dispose the diaper (in those tube like things that seem to work like a bank drive through), that I can definitely conquer the world like I have planned.
10. I have helped pick up friend’s kids at daycares and such before and am always barely getting in by the last minute if not late all together. I completely understand why these places charge you by the minute if you’re late. When you are given a time that you are to be in a room with wild banshies, you start watching the clock for the countdown of your relief. It’s the moment you know that your sanity may return. Every minute past that proposed end time and you feel like you may never know what it’s like to talk to another adult, wear a spit-up free shirt, wear other scents besides hand sanitizer…….I completely get it now and will be a loud advocate for being on time to pick up your child. Should a parent be late for any reason (which I have seen those reasons on other volunteer projects be something as simple as standing out in the lobby chatting) they should show up with chocolate, prozac, or a massage gift certificate for the worker staying late to keep their child. Especially if that care is free. : ) *please note* this did not happen during this particular session I am speaking of. It just made me think of the times that it has happened to others I know as well as me being the late one sometimes in the past.
11. They did enjoy my singing them a few little songs which is more than I can say for my coworkers who never seem to fully appreciate the daily desk concerts I give them.
Overall it was a fantastic time. I love kids so much more than I could ever convey here. I gladly take most any opportunity to be around them. I only had them for two hours or so and am already wondering how on earth you parents do it full time. I worked all day, did baby duty, worked when I got home, and am barely staying awake to type this. Being a parent is a super power of it’s own. If you’ve read this far, thanks for hanging in there. I am too tired to even give this a thorough spell check, grammar check (not that my grammar is ever great on this blog) or format check. I’m having a hard time even talking myself into changing into my jammies. I feel more like it’s been one of those nights back in my old party days where I just went home and passed out on my bed “as is”.
I finally understand how no sound can be an amazing sound as I sat in silence for 5 minutes after they all left soaking up the peace and thanking God for the chaos that came before it!
Life is good. I am so blessed with people who are willing to let me share their kids in absence of being able to have my own. This post was meant for humor purposes from my random mind only and not to offend.
I am honestly missing coffee and not in clear thinking land yet today. So, all I have for you is some completely random thoughts about being a girl. Sorry guys (even though it might give you some insight into us ladies!).
Is it better to have short stubby nails and paint them or try to keep up with acrylic overlays/fills? I have oily nail beds and the most brittle nails of anyone I know. It’s really annoying to pay for a “full set” and it only last a week at the most. I love a good manicure as much as the next girl and I truly get about 37% heartbroken when a nail breaks (ok, that was a bit dramatic – the heartbreak is temporary I promise). Nail life shouldn’t be this hard. To be continued……..
I was keeping my fingers crossed that the mullet skirts and shirts were out for spring/summer this year. However, I have seen three commercials featuring them today. Sure, they work for cute, skinny people. But for a thicker girl, it’s no win. Sure, the mullet feature (business in the front, party in the back) from the backside helps with some coverage. But now, there is a shorter front exposing the Goodyear tire that is my torso. As for the mullet skirts I’m sorry I just can’t love them. I can’t promise that if I have a pair of scissors around someone wearing one that I wouldn’t follow her around and cut it off. Ultimately it just seems like an indecisive fashion statement that someone made. You know, there they were designing great clothes and were torn on long or short so the made it both and someone caught on enough to blow it up. Stop.
It’s almost time for spring (thank goodness after a crappy winter). That means it’s almost time to change from my fall purse to my spring purse. That’s about as often as I change. I never caught on to changing purses all the time (although my mom is a pro at it so I’m not sure how I missed that gene). I love a big purse. With that much space, comes much packing. I should start picking purses based on the amount of chiropractor visits I think it’s going to cause : ) ! I recently purchased one of the “As Seen on TV” purse organizers (side note, I have a weakness for ASOT purchases). I am currently waiting on it to come in the mail and as I wait I can’t decide if I’m excited about organization, sad about needing it because my bag is so big, or embarrassed because it seems like only old ladies might enjoy it. Do you feel me?
I hate razors. Or, I should say, I hate buying razors. It punches me in the gut every time I shop and need them to put in the basket. Why are they so expensive? I mean, I’m single, nobody is going to be touching my legs……so why not just skip shaving all together? Ha! If only! But seriously, who are these razor making bazillion aires and why do they make them so expensive? Even disposable razors are getting expensive. In my opinion, this is all very lame.
Single shopping at the grocery store is a missed opportunity for me. I am contemplating doing a study about this. I’m not sure what the study would prove or whom it would benefit but it just seems like it needs to be explored. I visited the local Fresh Market after my jog on Sunday. There were single men everywhere (I assume they were single since they were not wearing a ring). I even ended up on the same aisle as one of the cuties shopping around only to realize I was staring at men’s products. I exited quickly. I wanted to approach at least two of the guys I came across. And I should. Why not? For some reason as outgoing as I am, I clam up in this area like you wouldn’t even believe. What do you say? Oh I love that organic coconut milk too, what’s your number? Plus I was still in my workout clothes and sporting a headband that said, “will run for margaritas”, WITH a uniboob (compliments of my sports bra). So, let’s think about this for next time. What is the best way to approach a guy in the grocery store? I feel like I need a playbook. Go.
That’s what’s on my mind for a Monday morning. I am so excited for a great week ahead! Make it great! I am challenging myself to do one thing different every day even if it’s small. Won’t you join me? Let me know how it goes!
Sometimes I have so much running through my head that I get overwhelmed with where to even start to blog it all :) So I just don’t. And before I know it, a few months has passed since my last post. THEN, I come across someone else’s blog that makes me wonder if they have been secretly camping out in my head and recording my thoughts for me.
That was the case when I came across this jewel of a blog (see link below to read for yourself). :) It’s a great read. Not only for anyone who might struggle with this issue but also for those who watch others struggle and aren’t sure how to look at the situation. She says exactly what I think about it :)
I literally just had this convo with a coworker earlier yesterday about my struggles when I hear the mistreatment of a child and would give anything to have one……but….I literally hope and pray daily that I will never have to stand before God and ask him “why not me”….because my hope is that I see the purpose in not being able to have children and fulfill that purpose that was intended for me thus completely voiding the need for him to explain himself to me
So, I get up daily, seeking that purpose….and loving on any kid that comes my way. Maybe that’s all I’m supposed to do. Maybe I am supposed to love on so many that having one of my own would’ve distracted me from that Isaiah 55:12
Thank you Natasha for sharing your spirit with us!!! Click here to read!
P.S. Look at all these ca-uuuuuutttteee kids I already get to love on any time I want!!! :) Who wouldn’t be happy with that??