No Gift Like The Present

One day @ a time is all I have to make my life a living sacrifice

One day @ a time is all I've been given to move forward in grace instead of strife

One day @ a time is all that is required for it is a blessing from God Himself

One day @ a time is all that I need for that is the quota of my help

Perceptions

Let us learn to stay true to ourselves and who we are. We can enhance/enrich one another by the fragrant personalities we possess. Let us never be afraid to be that rose, or wildflower, tree, or shrub, grass, herb or even weed. We all have a purpose and we all contribute to life in some way or another. We must decide for ourselves whether it will be for the better or the worse. Live, love and learn.

Happy 2009! It's time for a Haircut. . .

Ok. It's a new year with new expectations whether I planned to make them or not. I don't do resolutions, but the new year always, and I repeat always causes me to reflect on things that I either didn't do like I wanted, or at all, or did do that I will never do again. For me, the one consistent thing all year long that vexed me to no end was my hair. I was pregnant in 2008 and I couldn't get my eeeevil hair under control. It had a life and will of its own which seemed to like the WILD side! God help me! But this year WILL be different. Why? Because I know I have the upper hand with my hair. I have threatened to cut it off from the rest of my body. It will no longer be a part of me and rule over my life and the perceptions that people have about the state of my mental health. So there! Ha, that's telling it like it is. . . Anyway, I'll post pics of my new look whenever I pull it together. God help me!

I Won't Complain

Today is one of those emotional days where I don't feel very good about myself. I was looking at the pictures in my screen saver of me and my family members and I thought about how much prettier it seemed my in-laws and siblings look than I do. I figure it has something to do with hormones but I try not to be too hasty with those particular types of pronouncements upon myself. However, the teary eyes and tell-tale lump in my throat keep giving it away. But I had to think it through so that I could come to this conclusion. Every one has good days where they feel hot, sexy, beautiful, and brilliant. Everyone has bad days where they sometimes don't even feel human and much less hot, sexy, beautiful, and brilliant. And I am one of those people who seem to have the monopoly on displaying the finesse and grace of a one-legged grasshopper, but no matter: This too shall pass.

It's Me Again

Okay, It has been and entire TWO years since my last post to this page and I am deeply ashamed. As you have probably guessed, many things can happen in two years. For me I became a mommy, again. For the third time. To yet another boy (I already had two boys). My body did not rebound in the remarkable way it did with the first two children (both born to me while I was in my twenties) in the amount of time that I wanted. I did not return to my pre-pregnancy weight (Thank God) but I did not lose all that I expected to lose either. However, I maintain that all the inconveniences and physical disapprovals are worth my chubby now two month old cherub. I had two great children already but it's even more humbling to have a new little one that I can say is "a good baby." So I'll trade my pre-thirties physique for what and who I have in my life right now. More on my journey later.

Trying To Love The Skin I'm In

Not too fat,
Not too thin,
Trying to love the Skin I'm In.

Hair too short,
Eyes too small,
Can't see past my nose at all.

Supermodel?
Not my bag.
Legs are stubby, biceps sag.

Why can't I
Look like them?
Because that's not the Skin I'm In.

Mirror image,
You're just fine.
Even if you are 29. . .+ (moving on. . .)

Lovable?
Absolute!
Husband, Children, Friends to boot :)

Never doubt,
Who I am.
Part of God's gigantic Plan.

When this
Uphill journey ends. . .
Will I love the Skin I'm In?
I sure hope so.