I am a Tom boy.
I was raised in the woods, grew up on a mountain bike and know how to track cougars, deer and bears. My entire life, I'd rather be hiking than doing anything else. I'd rather wrestle and box than shop or meet friends for coffee. I prefer jeans and Chuck Taylors
I'm in my native fashion element
over dresses and heels and I sure as heck didn't wear makeup. I haven't been much of a girl, so recently, I challenged myself to experiment with fashion, makeup, hair and cooking. Man... This stuff is so much harder than it looks.
After numerous hours on Pinterest, finding looks I could put together with what I already had in my closet, then watching countless hair and makeup tutorials on Youtube I felt ready to experiment, One outfit a day {If you follow me on Instagram, you will have already seen a few of these}.
I had so much fun discovering new looks that I'm going to keep it up. Now if only my attempts at cooking went over as well!
I have curves and I've been afraid to use them
I feel utterly ridiculous in front of a camera
I love the bold fall colors
present in the skirt.
I love this little
mermaid inspired number.
My bold statement shirt,
paired with skinny jeans and heels.
I have developed a friendship with stripes.
Very casual, perfect for a trip to our
community center and then to the park.
I had an oversized sweater to wrap up in.
Attempting to class up my normal look
by wearing a cuffed skinny jean
and layering my tops.
I found this awesome guitar shirt at a thrift store and it inspired my "braidhawk".
I had a lot of fun rocking this outfit.
My Halloween costume is figure flattering.
Can you guess what I am?
Today's inspiration stems from the French matelot.
Striped shirt tucked into my suit pants.
I usually only read books that are scientifically/mathematically based with the exception of poetry. The last two years, however, my heart has been in search of new foundations and I've been inclined to step out of my comfort zone to try new things.
I picked up this book and read in one day. Of all the words, of all the passages, I found a piece of myself in this sentence; "I’ve always had a terrible weakness for beautiful but sad things." (Sylvain Reynard, Gabriel's Inferno)
How true to me. I try to help homeless when I can, my career path is to help children in bad situations and all my life I've always tried to heal the broken and help the lost find purpose. Doing those things for others is actually quite selfish of me. You see, those little acts that help bring light to others, helps keep my own demons at bay.
Everyday I wage an all out war on loneliness. Most days I win the battle, still I wonder, not IF, but WHEN my war will end.
My God is faithful. My God doesn't just love, he IS love. I know I am never alone.
Before picking up my son from school I changed into a twirly, PTA friendly skirt. I picked up Chris and headed out to fill up my parched gas tank. We coasted into the gas station on a prayer and I gleefully swayed into pay for the fuel in which I was about to receive. I triumphantly walked back to my van, the warm breeze against me, making my hair do that perfect commercial thing... Girls know.. the diva fan. Anyway. It was a spectacular sight. Five dollars worth of fuel later (not much time at all) I realized I was feeling that fresh warm breeze somewhere else. Horrified, I felt behind me to find my twirly skirt was attempting to morph into a kite (no attached strings though Justin). I think the only thing that saved me from dying of embarrassment was the fact that I finally invested in nice undies, which I chose to wear today.
So, middle aged man who decided to keep staring and perversely smiling back and forth between me and your phone, glad I made your day better, hope I don't see a picture of that on the internet.
Be strong, independent people. Know yourself and love yourself before you take a partner. Never be afraid to speak your mind, but always try to do so with dignity and eloquence. Know that no matter where you roam, or however long you've been gone, you will find an open door and a warm meal with your mama. I have always loved you and I always will.
The upside down U.S. flag is an official signal of distress. It is not meant to be, and is not officially recognized as any type of disrespect when so displayed for the right reasons. To the contrary, here is the relevant part of the US Code of Laws regarding how to fly the flag when in distress:
THE FLAG CODE Title 36, U.S.C., Chapter 10 As amended by P.L. 344, 94th Congress Approved July 7, 1976
§ 176. Respect for flag: No disrespect should be shown to the flag of the United States of America; the flag should not be dipped to any person or thing. Regimental colors, State flags, and organization or institutional flags are to be dipped as a mark of honor.
(a) The flag should never be displayed with the union down, except as a signal of dire distress in instances of extreme danger to life or property.
Most individuals who have served in the military service of our nation will (or should) recognize this signal.
As a result of the many traitors and enemies we as a free people have, both foreign and domestic, as a result of the many unconstitutional acts, legislation and atrocities passed and/or committed against US citizens and their life, liberty and property, and as a result of policies that have allowed (and continue to allow) enemies of this nation to enter in large numbers through a porous border policy, I believe the life, liberty and property of US Citizens are in dire danger and distress.
I love my country. I am honored to support those who sacrifice everything to defend our freedoms. It is my hope that the most recent turn of events will wake up the my countrymen, who seem to care more about their television programs then the government who who have been trying to rob us of our freedoms. For those who are praying, "God help us", That's great and all.. but God was kicked out of our government, so how about doing your job as a citizen, and help yourself. Get informed of your rights, vote, BE the difference needed to prevent this shit-show from happening in the future.
It's not a new concept, I propose we pass a bill that our commander in chief, our "servant of the people", and members of our house and senate have their pay held, should this situation arise in the future. I'm not a politician, but I sure as hell believe that I love America more than the majority of the worthless piles of poo we call our leaders.
Granted, he didn't resemble the lifeless mass of human flesh,
void of emotion that one sees in their nightmares (No, I’m not talking about my
ex husband), but it was dang close.
A little background: I wasn't raised watching horror movies,
in fact, I was completely sheltered child. I am, however, naturally brave,
surviving the pranks one endures being raised as the youngest child in a
household that at any given time sheltered up to 16 children. The ONE
paranormal thing that utterly horrifies me is ZOMBIES. Now, I was married to
one of the biggest Walking Dead fans, and begrudgingly, started watching it
myself. I grew to love that damn show and soon built up a tolerance to the graphic
zombie content under specific conditions. The lights had to be on and I had to
watch it during the day so I had time to purge my mind of the horror. Simple
rules.
Before my partner and I started dating, we’d hang out as
friends. THE VERY FIRST TIME we hung out, was late at night, downtown area of a
little surf town in SoCal. The night was coming to a close and in the middle of
our conversation about bands we liked; I caught the glimpse of a silhouetted, “dread-head’
figure, about 15 feet from us, limping closer and closer. The blood drained
from my face and I froze in a panic. I was able to gather my wits and explained
to my very confused friend, that I was deathly afraid of zombies. Fast Forward,
we start dating and I have among my top rules are; don’t cheat on me, don’t act
like a zombie, and no zombie movies before bed. Fast forward again; I’ll give
you one guess as to what J thought would be a great idea to do last night.
I walked into our room to see my sweet partner looking through our movie selection. I wasn't really in the mood to watch a movie;
I wanted… a completely different activity. But I figured I wouldn't say
anything since I had already gotten what I wanted just an hour prior. So I
settled under my comforter, ready for J to hop into bed and snuggle up. It wasn't
so bad realizing that the movie he selected was World War Z, I wasn't scared when we had watched it before, but then J thought it would be super
funny to start mimicking the biting zombie actions. *Real Funny J*
I don’t know what possessed him to get up, but his movements
and my heightened state of panic set in resulting in him receiving several
swift kicks to his stomach. He quickly excused himself to the bathroom...
Leaving me alone… in bed, with a scary ****ing zombie on the screen and I
couldn't get up to turn it off because I just KNEW that now there was probably
a zombie in my room and, logically, I was safer in bed.
WTF did you Eat J!
I don’t know if you've ever been in a heightened alert
state, but when I am, I become aware of every noise, and slight movements that
surround me. Due to that fact, I was all too aware of the horrors happening to
J in the next room. Oh, the sound of his agonizing moans. Ooooh… the sound of
his vital organs dropping out of his body, like machine gun rounds dropping in
a war zone. There was nothing I could do, after all, I had to stay alive for my
helpless children peacefully sleeping down the hall.
The entire Zombie transformation took a total of about 15
minutes. Then my zombified partner reentered our bedroom, walking a little
funny and trailing the smell of death behind him. Being a thoughtful (still
living) girlfriend, I thought I'd test to see if a part of my sweet boyfriend
was still alive. I pointed out his obvious oversight (oversmell?). He responded
by attempting to place the blame on my sweet little girls by saying that
aerosol room deodorant was gone and nothing could be done. That was all the
proof I needed. My J would have turned on the fan and closed the door to trap the
foul, death stench. That's when I
realized that I dealing with a clever new breed of zombie that kills its prey,
not by biting, but by suffocation.
The good news is that the zombie effects have since worn off and from what I can tell, J is back to his wonderful self. Even Better news, I finally know what to get him for Christmas this year!
John Fugelsang delightfully articulates our shared view on God. What an entertaining, friendly conversation between two individuals with differing opinions. I enjoy conversing, exchanging personal beliefs and ideas in open forums, so please, if you're easily offended by what I post on my page, realize that YOU alone are responsible for your reactions. Please realize that will never push my personal views on anyone. My only intent is to share my views and experiences. Please feel free to turn this into a friendly conversation, whether you agree or disagree. I believe in and seek God, NOT specific religions. I do believe in the holy trinity and I do find comfort in certain books of the bible, the same as I do reading the Torah, Quran, Avesta, The Vedas, and Pali Canon collection.
The bible, over time, has been mistranslated and changes dictated by those in power. Reading the bible in it's original text is quite an eye opener, and while I recommend it, I also recommend reading with the consideration that it was written by MEN, it has biases and illustrates views and laws of the times the books were written.
I believe in Jesus, but most people have the Sunday school version of a dude who died for sins and we celebrate birth and death, and that is just the surface of the guy I have come to know. In my youth, I read everything I could about the son of God. Whether you believe Jesus is the son of God or just a fictional character who is supposed to set a good example, the fact remains, the "character" of Jesus is that of a man did more than simply tolerate the outcast of his society. He shared meals, he washed their feet, he served them, he healed them, he never judged them, You know what he DID? LOVED them.
Do you want to know what made Jesus mad?
Those who hurt children. “If you harm one of these little ones, better for you that a millstone be draped around your neck and you be dropped into the depths of the sea” (Luke 17:2).
Self-righteous judgmentalism. As He drove out the money-changers from the spaces normally dedicated to prayer for Gentiles as well as Jews, overturning their tables, He cried out the words of Isaiah: “My house shall be called a house of prayer for all nations.” Oh... I'm sorry... Did you get that... ALL NATIONS.
Essentially, the example Jesus sets for us to follow is, be a light to the world, love your brother, take care of children, and don't be an asshole. Religious sects of all kinds could learn a thing or two.
