Waking up with class

A few Saturday's ago, P had the opportunity to sleep in! While he slept, I piddled around the house and did some of my stuff. When I walked into the bedroom this is what I saw. And for the record, this happens almost daily.

My Stockpile in Pictures

For a few weeks now I have been wanting to do a quick inventory of my stockpile. I didn't want to write a list but I wanted to do a quick overview of what I have on hand. We live in a small apartment so things are scattered all around the apartment and the garage. Everything in my stockpile has been either free or I have gotten for pennies on the dollar. I don't think I will ever stop couponing.

Do you coupon? What does your stockpile consist of?

Friday Confessions

Hey guys, I know its been all quite on the blog front around here, but I promise I will be back to posting regularly this weekend.

Here are my Friday confessions:

1. I swallowed every piece of gum that I ate this week. Probably around 10 pieces.
2. I set the computer up in the bathroom to watch Hulu while I took a bath.
3. We have gone out and bought packages of cookies 3 times this week, and cleared them all that night.
4. I blow dried the sweat out of my hair before work rather than wash it. Twice.

OK, what did you do wrong this week? Fess up!

Friday Confessions

1. I drove my car to Whole Foods and watched Parks and Recreation in. Y car during lunch.

2. We have watched 3 seasons of Parks and Rec in less than a week.

3.My alarm goes off at 4:45 everyday. I have not gotten out of bed until 6:30 and it goes off every ten minutes.

 

Fess up what did you do wrong this week?

Friday Confessions

Here are my Friday confessions

1. I drank 3 cokes this week

2. I skipped 3 workout this week

3. I pulled a butt muscle, and have been massaging it openly.

 

Fess up friends, what have you done wrong this week?

Momsie

Mom, momsie, momsicle, mom pop,woman,Lisa, lady,

Happy 29th birthday, again. I swear you don't look a day over 36.

It's funny to me that it takes a big day like the day of your birth to be raw, honest, and open enough to tell you how much I love you, because, I don't say or show it enough. I know I was a hard child to birth and raise. You not only busted every blood vessel in your face trying to get me out, but you also probably had some pretty nasty emotional bruising as well from all I put you through. But, for some reason unbeknownst to me, you kept at it and kept loving me even when I didn't deserve your love. You pushed me, challenged me, angered me, and frustrated me. I am absolutely certain you would say "right back at ya" right now if this were a two way conversation.

But somewhere along the way, things started to change for us. I think going away to college was huge. It allowed us to be apart and actually miss each other. It allowed me to really see how much you actually did for me. It is a transition that turned us from mother and daughter to best friends. It turned from you telling me how pretty I looked in my prom dress to me telling you how beautiful you are in the dressing room.It stopped being all about me, finally. I started to see you less as a mom, and more as the woman you are. A women of beauty, class, courage, and conviction. A woman of faith, humbleness, and might. I could say, a woman of gentleness, but I would be lying, because you are the fiercest warrior I know.

You gave up a college education because you had to get a job. You gave up a life of selfishness because you had us. You gave up your own time to make our dreams come true. You gave you gave you gave and were so strong for so long, and you never got a thank you. You stood on the sidelines and in the shadows so that the sun could shine on us.

Thank you for your love and for being the greatest mom I could have asked for, and the exact mom I always needed.

I love you bestie,happy birthday.

 

Friday Confessions

 Here are my weekly confessions

1. I haven't washed my hair since Sunday, again.

2. I ate an entire pizza in less than 12 hours, again.

3. I dropped m and m's on my office floor, and ate them.

4.I  eaves drop on others conversations when I am out and about.

 

Fess, up peeps.

I Will

I will give less energy to dreading. I will trust my training. I will do my best to not be afraid.

                       Kristen Armstrong.

I am currently reading the book Mile Markers by Kristen Armstrong. This is one of the best books I have read in years. The book speaks to me on so many levels. It speaks to me about the physicality of running, the spirituality of running, the emotion of running, and the growth that comes from being a runner. It speaks to me about life, friendship, womanhood, family, and faith.

She puts into words exactly how I feel about certain situations and experiences. She is raw, vulnerable and sappy, but who said those had to be bad things?

I read the quote above and it really stuck me. One of my weaknesses is fear. I feel like I go through life trying to dodge fear, or manage situations so that I won't have to take that leap of faith into the unknown. So I won't have to fear falling down and having to get back up, or worse, falling down and never getting back up.

Earlier this week I tried to make a major rash decision based upon fear. I kept telling P I had a bad feeling and I knew things were going to be bad, and terrible, and I gave into the dread, and allowed myself to believe that I didn't have the strength, determination, or will to take this risk. So often I fear the unknown, I fear new situations and new people. When I give into fear, I lose faith in myself, and faith that the Lord will be right there with me. 

Today, I will keep reminding myself, to not be afraid.