I once heard a girl say that she loved being engaged, because she has never taken such good care of her skin, teeth, and nails before.
I think I'm a bit of a bad bride.
Last night I was so tired, that I knowingly went to bed without washing my face, and did a very poor job of brushing my teeth.
I know how gross and bad it is to not wash makeup off your face before bed.
I know that pillowcases should be rotated and washed frequently.
I know that drinking water and not touching your face improves your skin.
I know that finding the perfect face wash is difficult, but once you find it, it will only be effective if you actually use it EVERY DAY.
I KNOW how to take care of my skin. But I simply didn't do it.
I also know that not brushing your teeth properly or regularly just plain gross, never mind the fact that it causes cavities.
So. TONIGHT. When I get home from work today, I WILL start the laundry. I will NOT leave it sitting outside my hamper, on the floor for one more minute. I will also clean my room.
And then? A little later on? I will NOT wait until I'm too tired to get ready for bed. I WILL shower, wash my face, and brush my teeth properly, at a decent hour when I am still awake enough to do so. I will look good, I will feel good, and I will even take a picture.
[Let's hope that my proclaiming it on my blog motivates me to do actually do it; self-discipline is not my strong point!]
Oh, and regarding my nails: I already take very good care of them. At least I got that one down!
April 18, 2008
April 17, 2008
Middle Name Meme!
This has been sitting in my drafts folder for a while, so I thought I would pull it out for your reading pleasure!
(1) You must post the rules on your post before you answer the questions.
(2) You need to list one fact about yourself using each letter of your middle name. If you don’t have a middle name use your maiden name instead.
(3) When you are finished with your answers, you tag one person for each letter of your name.
C - Can't stand clutter. I am the queen of neatness and organization.
H - Hate being busy. You can read more about it here.
A - Actually like artichokes! On pizza, that is. Art made me try them, and they're not bad!
R - Rent-free. I'm living at home with my parents, and I don't have to pay rent.
L - Love being little. I'm tiny and I like it that way. It keeps me cute.
Y - Yummy? (Art suggested that one. We were on the phone while I was doing this meme)
N - North Carolina is where I travelled to with my whole family when I was eight.
N - Not a coffee person. If anyone out there is in complete shock about that, let me shock you even further. I don't like the taste of coffee, but it doesn't matter because I am allergic to caffeine!!! Lots of people tell me that they could never live without their daily dose of caffeine, even if they had an allergy, but I gotta tell you, it is SO not worth it. Jitteriness, severe stomach aches, dry-heaving, no sleep. Anyway, this really should be a post of it's own, and maybe one day it will be.
So, who am I tagging? Oh, I don't know. I hate tagging people for these things. And I only do them when I have nothing else to write, which hopefully isn't very often. I got this one from Erin at Fully Alive, Ready To Smile, and she didn't tag me, but I felt like doing it. So if you have the same urge or inkling, you go right ahead!
(1) You must post the rules on your post before you answer the questions.
(2) You need to list one fact about yourself using each letter of your middle name. If you don’t have a middle name use your maiden name instead.
(3) When you are finished with your answers, you tag one person for each letter of your name.
C - Can't stand clutter. I am the queen of neatness and organization.
H - Hate being busy. You can read more about it here.
A - Actually like artichokes! On pizza, that is. Art made me try them, and they're not bad!
R - Rent-free. I'm living at home with my parents, and I don't have to pay rent.
L - Love being little. I'm tiny and I like it that way. It keeps me cute.
Y - Yummy? (Art suggested that one. We were on the phone while I was doing this meme)
N - North Carolina is where I travelled to with my whole family when I was eight.
N - Not a coffee person. If anyone out there is in complete shock about that, let me shock you even further. I don't like the taste of coffee, but it doesn't matter because I am allergic to caffeine!!! Lots of people tell me that they could never live without their daily dose of caffeine, even if they had an allergy, but I gotta tell you, it is SO not worth it. Jitteriness, severe stomach aches, dry-heaving, no sleep. Anyway, this really should be a post of it's own, and maybe one day it will be.
So, who am I tagging? Oh, I don't know. I hate tagging people for these things. And I only do them when I have nothing else to write, which hopefully isn't very often. I got this one from Erin at Fully Alive, Ready To Smile, and she didn't tag me, but I felt like doing it. So if you have the same urge or inkling, you go right ahead!
April 15, 2008
Because I Can't Stop Talking About Dreams
This one is a little different. I've mentioned weird dreams, here, here, and here. But now I'm going to talk a little bit about recurring dreams.
I don't have actual recurring dreams, like, where I have the exact same dream over and over. And I also never have a dream that stops, and then the next night it starts again from where it stopped. But I have recurring theme dreams.
About tornadoes.
Here's how it goes: in pretty much every dream I'm standing in my kitchen looking out the window, and I see a bunch of tornadoes. Never one. There are always more than two. Usually four or five. And, of course, they are all coming towards the house. Sometimes they start combining to make a bigger tornado, but not always.
Anyway, I turn around to yell to my family about the imminent danger. I yell that there are tornadoes coming, and they should get to safety. But they are completely oblivious. They either don't see the tornadoes, or they don't care (for whatever reason). They don't acknowledge that they have heard me.
The dream always ends there. The tornadoes never actually reach the house.
Four nights ago I had this dream, but it was different than it has ever been. I was standing looking out the window, but there was only one tornado coming. Again, I yelled for everyone to get to safety. (I should mention that Art was there, as well as my sister and bro-in-law, which is different than the usual dream of just me and my parents).
And then I run, with my mom, and my sister, to the landing of our house, (halfway between upstairs and downstairs), and we huddle there for safety. But the men are still upstairs. They see the tornado, and they want to watch, instead of getting to safety. And then I woke up.
The last interesting thing about these dreams is that I don't have them during winter. As in, I only have them during the season where tornadoes are possible: spring and summer. This has been happening for a couple of years, I think, but I only started to take note last summer. I think I had a handful of these dreams last summer.
And no, I never have the dream just before or just after a tornado. They are never literal. We pretty much don't get tornadoes in our town, except for this very bizarre event last summer that my cousin Erin blogged about.
I hope I'm not creeping anyone out, that's not the point of this. I don't believe in psychic powers or any such nonsense. But I do believe in the Holy Spirit of God, who sometimes speaks through dreams. But I honestly don't know what He's trying to tell me, if He's trying to tell me something. I never feel a particular "spiritual tugging" afterward. (Also, most of my dreams make absolutely no sense, and they don't mean anything.) Maybe I should pray about more. Ain't no such thing as too much prayer.
By the way, if anyone reading this feels like they have a spiritual confirmation about my dreams, feel free to speak up.
God rarely speaks to me through visions, and I don't feel that I've ever had a clear-as-day-no-mistake-about-it dream from God. But since this theme repeats itself, you gotta wonder....
I don't have actual recurring dreams, like, where I have the exact same dream over and over. And I also never have a dream that stops, and then the next night it starts again from where it stopped. But I have recurring theme dreams.
About tornadoes.
Here's how it goes: in pretty much every dream I'm standing in my kitchen looking out the window, and I see a bunch of tornadoes. Never one. There are always more than two. Usually four or five. And, of course, they are all coming towards the house. Sometimes they start combining to make a bigger tornado, but not always.
Anyway, I turn around to yell to my family about the imminent danger. I yell that there are tornadoes coming, and they should get to safety. But they are completely oblivious. They either don't see the tornadoes, or they don't care (for whatever reason). They don't acknowledge that they have heard me.
The dream always ends there. The tornadoes never actually reach the house.
Four nights ago I had this dream, but it was different than it has ever been. I was standing looking out the window, but there was only one tornado coming. Again, I yelled for everyone to get to safety. (I should mention that Art was there, as well as my sister and bro-in-law, which is different than the usual dream of just me and my parents).
And then I run, with my mom, and my sister, to the landing of our house, (halfway between upstairs and downstairs), and we huddle there for safety. But the men are still upstairs. They see the tornado, and they want to watch, instead of getting to safety. And then I woke up.
The last interesting thing about these dreams is that I don't have them during winter. As in, I only have them during the season where tornadoes are possible: spring and summer. This has been happening for a couple of years, I think, but I only started to take note last summer. I think I had a handful of these dreams last summer.
And no, I never have the dream just before or just after a tornado. They are never literal. We pretty much don't get tornadoes in our town, except for this very bizarre event last summer that my cousin Erin blogged about.
I hope I'm not creeping anyone out, that's not the point of this. I don't believe in psychic powers or any such nonsense. But I do believe in the Holy Spirit of God, who sometimes speaks through dreams. But I honestly don't know what He's trying to tell me, if He's trying to tell me something. I never feel a particular "spiritual tugging" afterward. (Also, most of my dreams make absolutely no sense, and they don't mean anything.) Maybe I should pray about more. Ain't no such thing as too much prayer.
By the way, if anyone reading this feels like they have a spiritual confirmation about my dreams, feel free to speak up.
God rarely speaks to me through visions, and I don't feel that I've ever had a clear-as-day-no-mistake-about-it dream from God. But since this theme repeats itself, you gotta wonder....
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