Friday Confessions

Here are my weekly confessions:

1.I have been eating pistachios like sunflower seeds. I just pop the whole thing in my mouth and spit out the shells.
2. I try to accomplish things while I brush my teeth. As a result there are drops of toothpaste all over the carpet that I don't bother to clean up.
3. I dropped something in the mail slot at work by accident. I tried to retrieve it by putting my head and chest in the mail slot. I got stuck.
4. At my massage this week I accidentally farted.
5. I pounded 4 chocolate caramel eggs in under 5 minutes.
6. I called my best friend to wish her happy birthday a day late.

Fess up friends....what have you done wrong this week?
By the way, I have a guest post up over at Making Sense of Cents. Check it out if you want.

Finding Comfort

I have this neighbor, S, and she is great. She is funny, smart, and kind. S does not have any family that lives close by, and the family that she does have is not supportive of her at all. She is in her late 40's, divorced several times, and had some pretty rough history. She works hard to keep herself in a lifestyle that she likes.
S has these 2 dogs. She calls them her children. She loves those dogs with every fiber of her being. When the dogs hurt, she hurts. When they whine, its like her world is going to end. She loves them so much. She tells me about all they do together. She tells me they smile at her, they sing for her, and they talk to her. Hmmmm, I have to call bologna on that one, but hey, it each his own right. Who am I to judge? I have a dog and I love him, but I do talk to him like he is a person, but at the end of the day, I realize he is just a dog and not a human.

One of her dogs has cancer. He has a huge tumor growing near his hip, and he is in quite a bit of pain. His legs shake, he has no control over his bladder, and his skin is flaking off. The dog needs to be put down. The vet has told her this, her friends, and her family. But she can't put the dog down. One day she was crying to me in the parking lot (again) and I found myself getting really frustrated with her. She gripes about how she can't sleep at night because she is worried about money and the dog. She has spent thousands of dollars on this dog in the past 3 months. As she cried on my shoulder I found it harder and harder to give her comfort. All I really wanted to do was tell it to her straight, and have a little come to Jesus meeting with her. As she cried, I tried to figure out where my frustration was coming from, and why I had so little compassion.
Finally, I realized that she cannot put her dog down because that is where she finds her acceptance and her comfort. Suddenly, my frustration melted away and I understood her pain. I began to analyze what I would do if I were in her shoes.
I began to ask myself, where do I get my comfort? Where does my acceptance come from? Ideally, I want to say the Lord. I want to say that He is my source of comfort above all else, and that He is the one who I look to.
To be completely honest, I know that I cannot say that without a doubt. I get a lot of my comfort from P, my parents, and my friends. I look to them to fill me up when I am running low. There is nothing wrong with that, but I need my first priority, the first one I go to, the first one I run to to be the Lord. That is my prayer. That I continue to fall more and more in love with God. That He and He alone be the source of my comfort and my joy. For the next few weeks before Easter, this is going to be my prayer and my meditation.
Where do you find comforts from?

Friday Confessions

Here are my Friday Confessions:
1. I bought a wet to dry straightener to dry my sweaty hair when I work out in the mornings.
2. I rewore wet workout clothes because I worked out twice in one day.
3. I wore a shirt with a stain on it to work and acted like it just got stained at breakfast.
4. I wore my "I'm a Herbivore" shirt while I grilled our chicken for dinner this week.

Fess up peeps, what have you done wrong this week.

Money Matters

I really like to get high. Yes, I said it. Getting high is awesome.
For some getting high means smoking pot. Mom, FYI--pot is a drug, not something you cook in.
My version of getting high means saving money. Saving money is one of my FAVORITE things.
I was on a major savings spree today, and even hours later, I am still enjoying my buzz. The other day Carla bragged on her shopping trips, so I thought I would join the fun.

Here is how I saved.
My straightener died, and I had to buy a new one. I originally purchased one from Ulta that cost 70.00 bones. I couldn't justify that. I took it back and went to Target, and got a new one for around 40.00. Thirty dollars saved!

My office sells discounted movie tickets. I went and bought my tickets for the Hunger Games on Friday night. (Yes, I did!!) Rather than pay over 20.00 for two tickets, I bought them for 12.00! Saved another 8.00, yahoo!

Of course, I have to save the best for last. A few weeks ago, P and I purchased a Kitchen Aid Mixer for our anniversary. I have been wanting one for years. We found it on sale at Macy's. Normally they run about 400.00, but we found it for 240.00 and bought it, thinking it was a great deal. Last week, I saw a flyer selling the mixer for 199.00. WHAT?? I took the flyer in to Macy's today and price matched the mixer, and now I have a gift card for 73.00 smack-a-roos! (We bought it with P's debit card, and he was not at the store, so I couldn't get the money put back in our account.)

Total saved today around 220.00. Not to shabby for a Tuesday!
What savings have you had lately?

Friday Confessions

Here are my weekly confessions:
1. When I tuck my shirts in at work, I tuck them into my undies rather than just my skirt.
2. I never seperate the laundry.
3. I drive to the gym...and its a 1/4 of a mile away.
4. I did lunges in the bathroom at work, and people looked at me weird when they saw me sweating at my desk.
5. I can only pee in public bathrooms, no matter how bad I need to go.

Fess up peeps, what did you do wrong this week.

The Truth of the Matter

Thank you Pintrest for putting my sneaking suspicion into pictures and words.

For my Ma

Mom

Momsicle

Ma

Mother

Momzilla

Momsie

BFF

I call my mom all of those names above, depending upon my mood. Mostly, I call her momsicle, like Popsicle, but I replace the pop with mom, thus getting momsicle. I only told her about the blog a few months ago, and now she reads it, but she NEVER comments, ever!

This is not a bribe to get a comment out of her, but I did buy something for her. A few months ago she purchased a really nice camera, and she has taken about 5 pictures with it. I think she is probably a bit intimidated by the camera, but I keep telling her she needs to play with it, and take pictures everyday, but she doesn't.

I decided to give her a little incentive to whip her camera out. I bought this beautiful camera strap from the fabulous Carla over at Myhalfdozendaily. Isn't it beautiful? If you need anything made, email her because she has so many options and ideas and is so easy to work with!!! Plus, she is really good at working with the handi-crafters like me who have no artistic ability whatsoever! Head on over to her website and order something now.

Mom, if you want this beautiful camera strap that I custom ordered just for you from Canada, you have to leave me a comment!