It is so important to live in this world, but not of it.
To be less selfish and self-centered, and more God centered.
To not only know it, but to live it.
It is more than going to church, but to live what you're taught.
To pray about everything, no matter what.
In happy times and in sad times.
When you want something and when you NEED something.
"Not to us, but to Your name be the glory." - C. Tomlin
And it is okay if you haven't done that, you can make the change.
It is okay if you slip and you fall, it is a rocky road, and if it wasn't, Jesus would have never come to die for OUR sins.
"The cross before me, the world behind me." - C. Tomlin
Dear Cute Bathing Suits: Please be on the racks in my size this weekend. I'm tired of find THE ONE and it being too small or too big.
Dear San Diego Weather: It is July, did you not know that? No more of this June Gloom and May Gray. Please and thank you.
Dear Bachelorette: Emily, you make me want to throw up. I mean, I think you're cute, and all, but something about you drives me crazy. And get it together, Arrie is a creep, Jef is a baby, and Sean is where it's at. Enough said.
Dear Mint Chocolate Chip Ice Cream: I was craving you for weeks and thought I could go without, but I couldn't. So I caved and now you're all I think about. The worst part is, you're not even my favorite!
Dear Life: Let's kick it in to high gear. I want to have some fun and smile more. I mean, I smile a lot, but I want more reasons to smile.
Dear Country music: Thank you for getting me through each and every day. You make my head and my heart smile. I really need to go line dancing or something, because I really keep thinking about it.
I love 4th of July, it is one of my favorite holidays.
I don't really know why exactly, but I do really love it.
I think because it SCREAMS summer.
I ALWAYS wear red, white, and blue.
I support our country to the core.
And this is the only song you need to listen to today.
Repeat, I tell you, repeat.
I apologize for the poor picture quality, I tried to fancy it up to make up for it.
Aviators are a must on the 4th of July.
Red sweater, check. White cami, check. Blue shirt, check.
Grey shorts and cute sandals, check, check.
Have fun, be safe, enjoy a few beers, burgers, and some fireworks.
I don't know what's more embarrassing, that I liked them and had their CD, or that you probably don't even know who they are. They're from England. Somehow only the Spice Girls managed to make it big here.
Dear Summer: Thanks for coming. Sunshine, warm weather, and fresh air with little to no humidity, I like.
Dear July: Thanks for having some amazing things.
- 4th of July: One of my favorite holidays. I love wearing red, white, and blue; I'm proud to be an American; and it just SCREAMS summer.
- Vacation: I need a week off, of nothing but relaxing and catching some rays.
- My half birthday: Because I live in "Alice in Wonderland," and celebrate everyday as my "un"birthday. That also means I'm on the side of 25 that is closer to 26 than 24, yikes.
Dear Oven in my Apartment: Please DO NOT catch on fire again. It would be greatly appreciated.
Dear dad and mom: Thanks for the cute stuff from NY and the magazines so I don't have to buy them since I'm cheap.
Dear Blackberry: I'm sorry that everyone is upgrading to an Iphone. You and I will still be best buds, until December, that is.
Dear Little Big Town: Thank you for recording "Pontoon" it will be my summer jam. As I'm sure it will be everyone else's. Now if I could only find myself a boat... Also, I've always wanted Kimberly's hair. Just sayin'. Seriously, I can't get enough of it.
Dear Magic Mike: I really want to see you. I need a BFF down here ASAP to go with me.
I think I need to get myself back into my "Spiritual Sunday" posts.
I try to be diligent in following my church's GPS guide during the week, but since it is such a large portion of my life, I want to share some of it with the blog world. You're welcome to skip this if it isn't your thang, (and yes I said thang) but if it is, then I hope you enjoy it.
Today's lesson, and the week in our GPS was about Psalm 8, and I really liked it. It is simply about praising the majesty of God.
"Lord, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth." - Psalm 8:1a
The beach in San Diego.
The crashing waves, the never ending horizon line, the sea spray, the sunshine.
It isn't always about us.
A moose in its habitat in Idaho.
Mt. Shasta and all the trees.
Although I love the beach, this is such a beautiful sight.
In comparison to the ocean, its like the highest, and the horizon on the ocean is the widest and deepest.
It keeps flowing and flowing as long as it snows, rains, and ice melts.
It is ever flowing and everlasting.
Just like God's majesty and His love for us.
God made all these things with a direct purpose in life, just like we all have a purpose in this life.
Spend some time outside this week and enjoy and praise God for all He has created for us.
**All pictures, except the beach, courtesy of my sister**
- Dumpster diving while driving a pretty new Mercedes. Makes perfect sense, right?
- White, family, driving geeky bright blue car, with a vanity license plate bearing the word "THUGZ"
I don't even know what to make of that? Clearly my idea for BabyBnz is cool too?
Third, and hopefully I won't have to edit this later for more:
- Homeless man walks into Starbucks, I assume to use the restroom. I don't really pay much attention to anything because I'm happily enjoying my Americano and my book. I then see him out the window again, nice and clean with SOPPING WET HAIR. He bathed in the Starbucks sink? So gross.
Just call me Alice today.
I'm mildly obsessed with my cropped, purple skinnies.
I wish it was acceptable to wear the same pants every. single. day.
I know it is frowned upon because my coworkers and I were discussing laundry.
I live in an apartment, I only do laundry once every other week, or two, or so depending when I run out of clean underwear and workout clothes.
Apparently that makes my choices in everyday attire questionable because how can I have that many clothes?
First off, I do, but most importantly, do you really need to wash everything, every time you wear it?
NO. Jeans get better with time, like a fine wine.
I'm also usually wearing 2 -5 shirts at one time, so the top one is almost always clean, unless I spill on it.
Please tell me I am NOT the only one that does this?
Dear Brain and Body: Let me take a nap and get some sleep. I was so tired today. I still am.
Dear Golden Spoon: You're only 1/2 a mile away and you're still feeling too far for me to walk to.
Dear ABC Family TV Shows (Melissa and Joey and Baby Daddy): Thank you for making me laugh.
Dear San Diego weather: Please stay and get warm. It is summer after all.
Dear Summer: You're my favorite time of year. I feel lemonade, watermelon, and grilled food coming on.
Dear Christian Grey: We're all still obsessed with you. It is all we (and by we I mostly mean me) think about.
Dear Hair: Thanks for being super long and healthy. I love it. Keep up the good work.
Dear Little Sister: Thanks for coming back from Idaho. Being unable to text you a million times a day for four days was much more difficult than I would have remembered. (Even if you spent all summer there last year and I managed to survive).
You know how they say if you don't have anything nice to say, you shouldn't say anything at all?
For some reason I've been spitting venom as of late.
Yes, I might be worse than Nagini (and if you don't get my reference to this maybe I should send some your way, just kidding - it is Voldemort's big giant snake in Harry Potter).
That's really beside the point; I've been saying nice things that are laced with hatred; I've been rude and more obnoxious than usual (I'm obnoxious in a cute, bratty way, normally); I've been a complainer and I've been coming up with excuses FOR EVERYTHING. I'm too tired, I'm too hungry, I didn't do this, I did do that, I woke up late, I forgot because I'm so busy, blah blah blah.
I'm not into what's cool, but as Ke$ha would say, "this place about to blow."
If I was a teapot, I'd be steaming and screaming so loud you'd throw me out the window.
I mean, I exercise almost everyday, and sure we all have bad days at work, but I should have so many endorphins flowing through me that I should be burping up sparkles.
I haven't been able to sleep, and when I do it is fitfully and not well. I stay up way too late, for no reason.
Please excuse me while I rant and rave about nothing and make awful analogies and quote from movies, etc.
Let's start from the beginning, shall we?
1. Nice things laced with hatred? I say things and patronize people to watch them squirm under my "niceties" that clearly are not nice. It makes me angry and sick because I am not a mean person. I am not mean spirited. I am too compassionate sometimes for my own good. So, how could I be acting this week? I hate people I've never even met because they happened to look at me. Seriously? Who do I even think I am? I'm not a princess and I'm not the president.
2. Rude and more obnoxious? Yes, I know, that sounds bizarre. But I don't let people talk. I cut them off. I make everything about me. I'm irritating, on purpose. I try to rub people the wrong way. It is almost like I want people to hate me. Eew, this makes me want to throw up.
3. Complaining and excuses? I didn't call you/text you/email you/follow up/do what I was asked to because I have 3,958,230,414 other things to do. Take a number, please. And now here I am complaining about all of it.
Seriously? Why hasn't anyone slapped me yet? Is this for real? Am I living in some alternate world where people expect me to be this way? I don't talk to people and when I do it isn't because I want to, it is because I have to. I can't even begin to describe the disdain and irritation that I feel on a daily basis with EVERYONE that crosses my path.
And then I remember one thing, well a few things, actually.
1. If God brings you to it, he'll bring you through it.
2. God never gives you anything you can't handle.
3. I saw this today on Facebook, but can't find it to pin, and can't pin from Facebook, so here it is typed: "The phrase, 'Do Not Be Afraid,' is written in the Bible 365 times. That's a daily reminder from God to live everyday FEARLESS."
My dad is the best, sorry if you feel that way about yours, but without a doubt my dad is the best.
He took me fishing with him in his raft.
I was his first born, so I know I hold a special place in his heart.
He taught me how to make it on my own.
I can fix some things and know how to change other things (clogged toilets, clogged garbage disposals, and drains; hearing different clinks in my car, and helping unstick my radiator).
He also taught me how to do well in school.
And how to stay calm under pressure.
This is us more recently.
We both are very similar in our mannerisms, actions, and ways of speaking.
I think I take after him more than I would expect (except I don't smoke cigars or like fishing).
Dear Me, Myself, and I: Get it together with this blog thing. I sit all day at work with idea after idea and then when I come home, I've got nothing. Absolutely nothing. Write it down! I write everything else down, why I don't write down blog inspiration gets me.
Dear Closet: Ugh, help a sista out and make my clothes more exciting. Oh, and remind me to take photos more than once a week. I wore this on Tuesday, I think.
cardigan: Old Navy / tank: Caslon via Nordstrom Rack / jeans: Old Navy / scarf: Forever 21 / sandals: Marshall's
Dear Pistol Annies: Thank you for being the theme song singers to my life.
Dear Abs of Steel: Please come out from hiding under your winter blanket. Bathing suit season is here. I know you're there, you're the only thing that hasn't caught up. Let's make that happen.
Dear coconut cream coffee: Thanks for helping me start my mornings right. Actually, you might be my favorite part of the day. Or a close second to my gym time.
Dear Luke Bryan: Stay hot. (I don't really need to elaborate on this, but I have the biggest crush on him - curses for him being married).