“Put A Bandage On It”

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Family, Religion, Thoughts

Mom and I had a long discussion today about “forgive and forget“. This is something that has been eating at me going on seven months now. I cannot count the numbers of tears shed, hurt, aggrivation and anger. My wonderful husband has held my hand through all of it, let me cry in his arms and rant till I collaspe from exhaustion. Too many times Bill’s caught me in a full redhead wrath one minute and bawling the next over the situation. 

Underneath the negitives I still seem to have a deep need to “fix” things. Unfortunately my version of “fix”ing things is more psychologically based (I am a part of the “therapist generation” afterall) and when I “gear up” for battle I go through a prep worthy of any courtroom. I like facts, like like quoting, I like evidence. I like winning/being right (should have been a lawyer).

I’ve come face to face with a point where that even though I know differently, have the evidence, and have plenty in my favor, a fight isn’t going to accomplish anything. As my Mom says “sometimes it’s just best to put a bandage on it and move on” (aka not discuss why you were hurt, why you hurt them, etc…) In alot of ways I completely disagree with this, at the same time fighting isn’t going to accomplish anything in some situations. Especially when it involves more people than just the two that are at major odds. It has a tidal wave of distruction and in as much as I disagree with Mom’s theory, I’m going to work to make it work.

I found myself at that place mixed with hurt, tears and anger tonight once again and was driven to find some comfort and backup (so to speak) from the Bible. I found the following:

Ephesians 4:31-32 (KJV)

 ³¹Let all bitterness, and wrath, and anger, and clamour, and evil speaking, be put away from you, with all malice:  ³²And be ye kind one to another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God for Christ’s sake hath forgiven you.

Comes down to a simple point, in the grand scheme of things what goes on here on earth is miniscule between our interactons with each other when we discuss forgiveness. Opposed to what God has forgiven us for.  Sometimes all we can do to try to start the healing and fix the hurt that we have inflicted, that has been inflicted upon us, and the effects it has had on those around us is to “put a bandage on it”.

“New Meaning to Pucker”

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Fashion, shopping, Thoughts

There are a few things in life I detest more than bra shopping, it ranks up there with getting inked. Sure the end results are awesome, but in the duration it’s such a PAIN!

On a lark I brought a Champion Sports Bra at a local fashion warehouse. It was cheap, basic black in color and in my size.  I’m convinced it was so perfect just because I wasn’t looking for it. Isn’t that the way it goes?

You can learn alot about a product by reading the reviews on it before you purchase. It is also a great reflection of our nations slipping commitment to education (will be addressed only when we have a republican back in office, and not the soapbox topic for today). When you read “gives a new meaning to pucker” makes you wonder if you are reading a review for a bra or a chapstick.  I know exactly what I want, but I’m not able to pay what I normally would at Victoria Secret.

One of my girlfriends recommeded that we go to the local TJMaxx/Marshalls, where we could pick over the sale items and try them on.  To me that seems a bit like eating at a buffet. Putting something intimate on that who knows where else it has been, makes my skin crawl.

In the meantime, I will keep on doing laundry.

White Sheets

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Decor, Home, sleep, Thoughts, white sheets

There is a certain pleasure that I recieve from white sheets.  It is such a nice feeling of climbing into a bed made up of fresh, clean, pure white sheets.  The feeling isn’t quite the same if they are any other color besides white.  Pure, fresh and clean… mmmm white sheets.  I find that I do not sleep as well if the sheets are of any color.  No I’m not prejudice but I swear… there is a difference in the way I sleep! 

It’s not all just about color though, threadcount is very important too, yes I am a threadcount snob.  They have to be of a higher count otherwise they just are not as soft and durable.  I have found a higher threadcount sheet set to last for years and be worth every penny spent on them in the beginning.  If you have to replace it less then you automatically save money and your sanity of trying to find the perfect sheets over and over and over again, as opposed to if you had just bit the bullet a couple of times as opposed to multiple times.

All of the sheets for our bedroom are white, save for the one set of black satin that are just fun (and totally not practical).  I also use white sheets to drape over my living room furniture when we aren’t expecting company.  I find they are easier to just pick up and wash and they protect the sofa from the life of having multiple kids.  I have tried to not force my white sheet prefernce on to my children and therefore have placed white sheets with simple prints on them on their beds.  Thankfully they don’t seem to care as long as they are clean, and even then I wonder if our boys really notice… *laughs*

I am also one of those people who iron their sheets.  I don’t have the lurxury of having the time or desire to iron the whole sheet, just the edges of the cases and tops.  That way they look cripser without having to spend time ironing the whole sheet (which I have been known to do in the past…).  Cotton in as good as it feels and as good as it is for your skin it will wrinkle easily and loose it’s crispness if you don’t give it just a little bit of tlc.

One of the most simple plesures I believe is a nicely made up bed with white sheets.  It is like unfolding a gift when you go to bed at night and pull back the covers to be greated with layers of white to help you drift off to good dreams.

I have found that a good cleaning with bleach about every other washing is a huge help to keep my linens super white.  I have even become so much in love with my white sheets as of late that I have even put a white sheet on top of my regular dark red coverlet.  I have cats, cats shead, cats come in the room and shed on the bed, cover is difficult to wash, in comes the white sheet that gets laundred quite often and in the height of my allergy seaon it’s helpful to reduce bedroom allergens.  It also gave the bed a whole new look without spending money!  Two for one! Woot!

There is also something about doing a photoshoot with white sheets.  As  a professional model I have almost been tempted to carry a nice white flat sheet with me to shoots as a wardrobe option!  Seriously though, if you want a beautiful and effortless effect in your boudiour or glamour editorial photos a white sheet is awesome.

I remember being young, probably about 8 or so and spending some time with my Grandma.  She was making the beds at the house and I was helping her.  We were putting white sheets on the guest bed, and I remember how clean they made the whole room look.  Grandma was very good at giving out household tips and such, and I remember her saying that at least one set of white sheets were imporant to have in your linens.  Grandma was an excellent homemaker and I always loved all the little “tips” she would give me while I was assisting her around the house when we would visit. 

White sheets have become a part of my life, they make my bed look crisp and inviting.  White sheets also help me sleep better, sleeping on any other color just won’t do!  The pure simplicity of something simple, like clean, white sheets, are a good start to plesant dreams.

Friends

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Friend, Friendships, Life, Love, Relationships, Thoughts

Friend:  A person you know well and regard kindly:  “She was my best friend when we went through our first year of motherhood together.”

Friend:  A supporter either in actions or financially:  “This program is brought to you by friends of WRED.”

Friend:  An ally in any situation:  “He was right there with me kicking butt in that bar fight.” 

Friend:  An example of loyality:  “Even though he is no enemy of mine, he wronged my best friend, therefore I have no reason to care to associate with him.”

Friendship is a fine line to travel.  We guard our true selves close and pick from our fellow humans friends, some of those friends become best friends, and in some cases even closer than family.

One of my oldest best friends and I go back to the very early years of our lives.  Even though we have taken different paths at times in our lives we have remained close.  She moved from the friend file into the family file years ago, she and her family are an extension of mine.  Even though we may not communicate every day I know that we will be friends for the rest of our lives.  She and her husband are my daughters “godparents” so to speak and I couldn’t ask for better for my girls.

Another dear friend of mine is realtively new so to speak.  What started out as a business lunch, a couple of years later we still haven’t shut up.  If my phone bleeps with a text late at night I am 99.9 percent sure it is her texting me her newest idea or responding to mine.  We are different in the ways that give us a fun challenge, yet where things really matter we understand and appreciate the other.  She has made me thankful that I endured the business meeting that was our first interaction.

Someone else I hold dear was a romantic relationship of mine for many years.  Not only close with me but also formed a bond with my daughter. Nowadays even though we are not romantically involved he has transitioned into my best guy friend aside from my husband.  He is a part of the family and we talk just about every day, an odd looking friendship from the outside but that’s never been a concern.

My “sisters” are the family that I have chosen, we chose each other.  They are not of blood and to us that does not matter.  Our individual families have grown accustomed to the extenstions and references.  We don’t take our sisterhood lightly and have been known to fight for it. 

I am extremely blessed to have some very strong and amazing friends.  I can count them on one hand, and even though none of us are “surgically attached” to the other, they are still amazing.

My favorite blessing is my not only my best friend, but he is also my husband.  There is something that is incredible about our friendship, we can talk for hours and never run out of things to talk about.  At the same time we can sit in the quiet just comfortable in the companionship of the other.  We share the same wacky sense of humor and it goes past finishing each others sentences.  I never thought I would be a part of one of those couples, that were not only lovers but the very bestest of best friends, but I am so glad I am.

Heels vs Flats

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Fashion, Heels, Shoes, Stuart Weitzman, Thoughts

I have a fondness for shoes, heels in particular.  In my previvious life I used to wear then 24/7 and had a hard time adjusting to walking in flats, tennis shoes, or even just barefoot around the house.  My body had become adjusted to the strain from them and accecpted it as normal.

This evening I had a hard choice to make.  Beautiful Stuart Weitzman black slingbacks that I adore, or black leather ballet flats alas not flattering but comfy.  It didn’t used to be a cause for thought to pick anything other than a heel to wear, even if I knew I would be spending many hours on my feet.  Since I no longer have to wear the business suits and dresses every single day anymore, my footwear choices have become more comfortable.

I knew I would look better in my favorite black heels, but I also knew that looking better isn’t always feeling better when it comes to foot-fashions.  The ballet flats won out in the end and though my feet are grateful to me, I swear I heard my Weitzmans sob when I left without them.

*photo by Kai Wang