Breaking Points

I try to be a positive person. I have learned that laughing feels a lot better than crying. I don’t think that being mean to someone will bring any good results. Approaching a person about a problem with cruelty instead of kind words doesn’t help bring a persons self worth up. 

We should help build people up. Not break them down. 

With that all said, I too, can only take so much. 

Is this why the world we live in is so damn mean? 

Has everyone already passed their breaking point? 

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Women, I suggest these…

I know that I am not Oprah but I have a few favorite things too. 

I’ve had several ladies ask me to write about make- up and beauty. Today I will tell you five things that I like to have. I will not say they are a need because I am a practical person and I know that I don’t “NEED” these things but by golly I sure do love ’em. 😍


1. Electric Toothbrush. – I started using an electric toothbrush last Christmas when my husband gave me one as a gift. I honestly feel like I have been to see my dental hygienist after I brush my teeth. –Yeah, I know.. just my opinion isn’t enough to go on so there is also this… my dentist noticed a huge difference too! 😊


2. LuLaRoe.- OMG! It is like wearing my pajamas all day EVERYDAY!! It’s also fun stepping outside of your normal comfort zone and picking different patterns and colors that you haven’t ever worn before. Meeting new people, playing games for clothes, and don’t forget… IT IS LIKE WEARING PAJAMAS..In public and it’s OKAY. ❤❤

3. Garnier Skin Naturals.- Make-up remover without harsh chemicals. Best of all, no scrubbing to remove your make-up. 


4. La vie est belle- I think that every woman should have their own “signature” perfume. This is mine. It’s also my moms, both of my sister’s, my best friend, and I know I got someone else addicted to this scent but I can’t remember who. Hmmm???  I understand that a scent is a personal preference and to each her own. But, the next time you are in Belk, Macy’s, Ulta, or a like store just spray this on you and see what happens the rest of your day. People will STOP you, to ask what you are wearing, and to tell you how amazing you smell.  I try other scents but I always end up with my “signature scent”. Why? I think it is because everyone… everywhere… LOVES it. And who doesn’t like a compliment? 

Last but just as important….


5. Pedi- Perfect Extra Course.- Ladies!!! Quit!!! And I mean (Please) Quit letting the nail salons use the razors on your feet. It isn’t safe!!! I am as happy as anyone to get in that salon chair for a nice and relaxing pedicure BUT NO RAZOR!!! I also have dry skin and I am from the south, which means I am going to wear “flip flops” ten out of twelve months. My feet need to be “cute” ☺️and smooth. Do this part at home. This gadget works and it’s yours. You buy it, you use it on, only your feet. It’s safe. It doesn’t hurt and no worries that come with the salons. 😅

These five things are an asset in my life. If you have used any of these products and agree or disagree, please comment!! 

Next week I will let you know what I think about the Lip Sense product. 😳

Are we ever satisfied? EVER

Back in September (2016) I set a goal weight for myself. This week I am three pounds away from my goal. THREE POUNDS!! 

Something tells me that the three pounds isn’t going to make me as happy as I thought that it would when I set the goal for myself. I mean, I remember weighing this before. There are pictures of me and I looked great. Not to thick. Not to thin. What happened? 

Let me think… It was fifteen years ago. It was before I had three back surgeries. I used to stand up straight. Even stretching to my tallest I haven’t ever been more than 5’3. Now I walk all bent over and I favor one side so I guess you could say there is a little waddle to my walk. Uggghh! 

Do I need to re- think my goal weight? 

I just watched the Super Bowl Sunday (Big let down for us Georgia folks btw) where Lady Gaga was shamed for what appeared to be a little belly fat. (And my opinion of that, was that she is wearing theatrical clothing that pushed up SKIN!!!). BODY SHAMED!! HER?? If I were to go by America’s opinion, I would need to starve myself and definitely reevaluate my goal weight. Thing is though, no matter what I weigh… I will not ever look like I did in pictures fifteen years ago. 

I’m forty two years old. I’m short and round. There are so many things about myself that I would like to change BUT!!!

There are also so many things about myself that I wouldn’t change if I could. 

I am funny!! I love and care with everything that I have. Truth is important to me too. 

I am learning to be SATISFIED. I don’t want what you have because it isn’t mine. I didn’t earn it. God didn’t give it me.  

We are putting too much pressure on ourselves because we care too much about what others think. Can you imagine being completely SATISFIED with yourself? 

Family First

Is there a certain age where we realize the importance of family? If so, is it a different age for a male and a female?

I know the saying that family will be the first to stab you in the back. Or how about the one, never do business with family? 

I agree that there is truth in both of the statements. Then there is just this age… An age where things kinda.. well…change. 

Friends are great. Being popular when we are younger means EVERYTHING (to some people). When we are single, we want our friends  to hang around or go out with. When we get married, we look for other couples that have similar interests and then of course becoming parents, we seek out other parents to share our joys, play-dates, complaints, birthday parties, etc. 

For all of these stages of life, friends are an important part of who we are. Important parts of the things that we do. 

At the ripe ‘ole age of 42 I have what I consider some “Ride or Die” friends. Some of which I have known since elementary school and some that I have met in the last couple of years. The ones that I have known “forever”, I don’t see often. I may not even talk to them all of the time. BUT, I KNOW THAT THEY ARE THERE.  That in itself is a wonderful feeling. 

Thing is though, when I’m home and an opportunity arises for a day trip, or a road trip…I want to spend my time with my family. The same people that I used to be bored by. The parents that I couldn’t live under the same roof with because I couldn’t stand their rules. (The same rules by the way, that I raised my own children with).  

I know that when I am with these people they know me. They have accepted me and my flaws long time ago. We aren’t fake. No one has to run any kind of competition and most of all… ALL THREE of my (blended) children are treated equally.  

I guess I am just at a point in my life where I don’t want- pretend, fake, put-on people to be who I spend my quality time with.  

Don’t get me wrong, not all family is good. Not all friends are real either.  

I believe we need to take a harder look at the “Temporary People” in our lives. I’m not going to kick those people to the curb but I don’t plan on spending much more than a casual dinner with them either. 

Each one of us should set the standard in which we allow someone to treat us. 

If you have good friends, cherish them. I know that I do!

Be it friend or family, just take count. 

Are they temporary people in your life? If so, find you some good permanent ones! 

Cleaning baseboards 

I have always been a little OCD when it comes to my house. I can love my children and pets. I can also play with them but you can bet your sweet $&$ that I will quickly clean up any mess that we make. 

I love finding new ways or products that work and passing that tip on to others. 

Who knew that Scrubbing Bubbles cleans more than your bathroom?

Try using it on your baseboards!! A friend of mine has been doing this for years and when she told me about it I didn’t really realize how great the product would be on BASEBOARDS!! 

Thank you Debbie for teaching me this new way to keep my baseboards looking freshly painted! 

It also helps repel the dust for easy maintenance in between your deep cleanings.  

Tip of the day 💡

The Break- Up

An old man in Phoenix calls his son in New York and says, “I hate to ruin your day, but I have to tell you that your mother and I are divorcing, forty-five years of misery is enough.” “Pop, what are you talking about?” the son screams. “We can’t stand the sight of each other any longer” the old man said. “We’re sick and tired of each other, and I’m sick of talking about this, so you call your sister in Chicago and tell her.” And he hangs up. Frantic, the son calls his sister, who explodes on the phone. “There’s no way they’re getting a divorce,” she shouts. “I’ll take care of this.” She calls Phoenix immediately, and screams at the old man, “You are NOT getting divorced! Don’t do a single thing until I get there. I’m calling my brother back and we’ll both be there tomorrow. Until then don’t do a thing, DO YOU HEAR ME?” And she hangs up. The old man hangs up his phone and turns to his wife, smiling. “Great,” he says, “they’re coming home for Christmas AND paying their own way!!

What if he is an angel in disguise?

During our last visit to see our oldest daughter, Harley she was telling me about how upset she was on her way home from classes that morning. She passed a man holding a sign. She didn’t have any money to give him but, had she not been running late that day she would have packed her lunch and snacks. She could have shared her snacks. She WOULD HAVE shared her snacks. 

This is something that my husband and I must have passed on to our children without even realizing it. 

Her boyfriend explained to her that she couldn’t help others if she couldn’t help herself first. (They are college students, out on their own for the first time). I completely understood what he was telling her but being me.. I had to tell them a story of our past…

Her dad was laid off from the job of his dreams, I was into my second back surgery and couldn’t work. We were struggling to say the least,  when my husband finally took a job forty miles one way, making less than half of what he was used to. There was a man that would stand at the gate where Chris had to enter for work everyday asking for money. Chris told him he didn’t have any money to give him (boy was that a true statement, with a wife stacking up medical bills and three kids at home) but he would share what he had with him… half of his lunch!!

Everyday..same time..same guy.. would meet my husband by the gate to share his lunch. 

I know that this man was punctual so he could have and should have been somewhere working but as far as Chris was concerned, that wasn’t his business. He was doing the right thing. 

During one of our family dinners, Chris told us about the man. Of course the next day the kids and I had packed two lunches and everyday after we made sure to send extra food.  

Talking to my daughter and her boyfriend that day got me to thinking about this…

Could something as simple as that act of kindness be the reason things worked out for us? I mean, it didn’t happen overnight. We struggled but no one went without, we kept our faith and did the best that we could. 

Chris worked his way up in the company and found out that he is happier where he is today than he could have ever imagined, my medical bills got paid, and our family has thrived.  

I know that feeding a homeless man a few meals isn’t the reason but I sure don’t think that it hurt. 

My point is: We have become so stingy. You don’t have to give everything but you never know when your little bit is someone else’s saving grace. 

My kids and I used to sing this song every morning on the way to daycare:

What If She’s An Angel  

There’s a man standing on the corner 

With a sign sayin “will work for food”

You know the man 

You see him every morning

The one you never give your money to

You can sit there with your window rolled up

Wondering when the lights going to turn green

Never knowing what a couple more bucks 

In his pocket might mean
What if he’s an angel sent here from Heaven

And he’s making certain that you’re doing your best

To take the time to help one another

Brother are you going to pass that test

You can go on with your day to day

Trying to forget what you saw in his face

Knowing deep down it could have been his saving grace

What if he’s an angel
There’s a man

There’s a woman

Living right above you in apartment G

There’s alot of noise coming from the ceiling

And it don’t sound like harmony

You can sit there with your TV turned up

While the words and his anger fly

Come tomorrow when you see her with her shades on

Can you look her in the eye
What if she’s sent here from heaven

And she’s making certain that you’re doing your best

To take the time to help one another

Brother are you going to pass that test

You can go on with your day to day

Trying to forget what you saw in her face

Knowing deep down it could have been her saving grace

What if she’s an angel
A little girl on daddy’s lap

Hiding her disease with a baseball cap

You can turn the channel

Most people do

But what if you were sitting in her daddy’s shoes
Maybe she’s an angel

Sent here from Heaven

And she’s making certain you’re doing your best

To take the time to help one another

Brother are you going to pass that test

You can go on with your day to day

Trying to forget what you saw in her face

Knowing deep down it could have been her saving grace

What if she’s an angel

 

I will most likely sit at the end of Gods table but I will be there.

Where will you sit at the dinner table in HEAVEN? I mean, seriously. Will you have a seat reserved?

I have done some terrible things in my life and the Lord knows he has frowned on me. I hear people talk about the changes in the world and how this and that is mentioned in the Bible. It means the world is coming to an end. I also grew up being taught that the two things that you never discuss in a public conversation is religion and politics. Well, I just blew that. My new blog discusses the 2017 Trump issues and now I am going straight into a conversation about God.

If you stick with me, you will find that I like to push the limit but I will never lose the respect and dignity that I was raised with. (Here in the good ‘ole South)

Back to your seat in Heaven. Do you really believe that we will be punished for every wrong turn we made in our lives? Do you think that it is just as easy to earn a place in hell as it is to find your way to Heaven?

I have lied. I have cheated. I have been married and divorced. I am also known for slinging out a few ugly words.  When I was younger I loved to fight. I think back on the pure meanness that I was. So many of my choices could have been different but they weren’t.

Should I be hard on myself today? Regret my past? Fear my future?

I don’t. The mean little girl grew up. I became a respectful part of society. I raised children to the best of my ability that are all venturing out into the world to learn how to play their roles. My faith was always strong no matter where I was in the world. I always knew where I was going. I am going to Heaven. I may not get a seat at the head of the table next to Jesus but I will be sitting at his table for dinner.

If you “get into your BIBLE” you will read that we are not supposed to know when the time will be, so my advice today is for people to quit analyzing something we aren’t supposed to know, keep your faith, and secure your place at the dinner table.