Ok I’m guilty! I watch the show Sister Wives and I can’t stop! There is something fascinating about a man who can willingly admit to having 4 wives and 18 some kids combined to the entire world. The strange part? Through all the chaos and stress, at the end of the day, they are all HAPPY. It’s true. They all claim to love their life and this huge family they have built together. I'm not even sure of their entire religious beliefs, but all I know is that they belief "love should be multiplied and not divided." Is it really that simple?
Honestly, I have to say, I don’t know how in the hell this Kody Brown guy does it. Can you imagine trying to please FOUR women? One is hard enough! How do you balance all of the bills and still play a main role in every child’s life while trying to tend to the individual needs of each woman? I get anxiety just thinking about it. I always thought of polygamy as this strange/ sick thing that was sinful and gross, but after watching the show (and I can’t believe I’m going to say this...) it actually kind of makes sense in a twisted sort of way and Kody Brown is kind of a likable guy! (I know! I’m crazy.)
Being one of 4 wives would have advantages after all...you'd never be without a babysitter, even with all those people, you could still find alone time, you could always have a woman nearby to confide in, get advice, or help you roast a turkey... If you had a headache or PMS or just aren't in the mood, you could simply pass him onto the next one (heehee that was a joke)
Here’s the thing. This world is messed up. Look around you. Look at the television shows that reach top ratings. There’s teenagers getting famous due to unwed pregnancy, Jersey Shore guidos having multiple sex partners and brag about it, and not to mention the nipped and tucked reality shows such as The Real Housewives and Dr. 90210. People have issues and we relish in it. We eat it up. My Strange Addiction broadcasts a guy in love with a life sized sex doll and a woman who has been eating the insides of couch cushions for 15 years. People are frickin’ crazy! But the Sister Wives? They seem as sweet and normal as a lady serving food in a cafeteria or a nurse taking your blood pressure. The kids are normal. There would be absolutely no need for nanny 911 in this house. They abide by the rules and everything is in order. “They” are some of the most normal / sane minded people I have ever seen on a reality show. What does that tell you about this world?
Granted, Kody Brown may be a sex addict, we’ll never know. He may be claiming polygamy as an excuse for wanting to satisfy his desire to be with multiple women...but I have to say, I don’t think so. I think he truly loves every woman in their own way. Which makes me wonder....If the roles were reversed and if this was acceptable by society to fall in love with multiple men, date them, and eventually marry as many men as I wanted. Would I?
Hmmm....If all of the men were team polygamy and I didn’t have to worry about breaking up any jealous fist fights, and if I never met my current husband of course, well, perhaps I could? Yes, I can feel myself sliding into hell as I type this, but THINK about it! We have all loved different people for different reasons and I always say relationships are about timing. I can see it now... One would be the book smart type who could answer any computer questions I had and prefer to do crossword puzzles and play scrabble with me. Another would be the “fix it” guy who would always have my car issues taken care of, the toilet flushing correctly, and build me my dream closet by hand. Another would be my sporty guy who would enjoy playing tennis,working out, and hiking. Another would be the guy who loves to cook and garden and photograph our life. Of course you’d have to have the party guy in the mix. Another would be.... OK I’m getting way out of hand here, and besides, my husband’s traits are all I’d ever really need to be happy so I could never complain about the way things are....
BUT, the bottom line is this: Don’t judge people. I know a lot of people who have a lot of issues, and I would rather trust the women on Sister Wives to watch my child than some women that I know. They are endearing and are honestly trying to do the best that they know how in their life. I respect people who are honest and can cry about the things that bother them, talk about the things that concern them, and forgive the small mistakes of others. These women do that. I’m not saying they’re some sort of role models in society, or that they’re better for being polygamists, but I am proud that they stepped outside the box and let the cameras into their lives, because really? They’re not bad people. I admire anyone who doesn’t fall victim to the preconceived notions of society, and so to the Brown family all I have to say is “If it works for you and makes you a better person and a happier person, than more power to you.”
Monday, March 28, 2011
Friday, March 25, 2011
"I am woman, hear me CRY."
Women. Those over emotional sensitive creatures. What the hell is wrong with us anyway? In my opinion: Nothing. A lot of rightness comes through tears, and crying is inevitable if you are a woman. And that’s oKay.
We cry. We drop tears from ours eyes because we FEEL things and our inner self is aware of what we feel, and even when our face doesn’t show it, our mind still knows it and so we cry. We release the shit. Our tears are a sign of expression. It doesn’t have to be good or bad or over analyzed by the critical and judgmental kind. Our tears are shed for many reasons and yeah, most of the times we can’t even explain why in the hell these warm droplets are sliding down our cheeks in random spurts, but we know that it feels better to let them out than to hold them in and so, well, we cry.
We are women and our crying is a biological necessity. Our bodies are an estrogen and progesterone roller coaster and none of us agreed to getting on the ride. We are emotional beings and we FEEL. The more we FEEL, the more human we are. We are in touch with the deepest part of our soul. We dare to go there and risk to embrace it. Tears are a sign that we give a shit. We care. Our hearts are affected by the things that touch our lives, the things that disrupt our lives, and the things that leave our lives.
Only a true woman knows that tears can burst at the most inopportune moments and it doesn’t have to be defined by a single incident or explained in some rational fashion. Sometimes they shock the hell out of me, but when they want to come, they want to come, and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it. Sometimes I think they build up inside our hearts like tiny little layers and suddenly spill when there’s not enough space to contain the anger and shield the frustration.
Certain words people say seem to trickle in and we think we let them go, but sometimes we don’t. Sometimes words linger and we can’t forget them. Sometimes our eyes feel like they’re growing big and heavy, the pupils burn and the upper lids sting, but we can contain it, we can hold that thin layer of liquid just long enough so that it dries up by the fourth blink and the tears hide away again. We control it. We say we’re being silly and may even giggle at this little game our tears are playing, but sometimes it doesn’t work. Sometimes that little lump that we hold at the core of our throat that seems to throb like a tiny swollen heartbeat can only sit there so long before it starts to convulse and then it falls into our heart and the tears rise up and it’s over. Release comes.
So we cry. What’s the big deal? We embrace the hurt and the joy in our lives, and whether or not we know the exact occurrence that broke this dam we tried to build, we just let the fuckin’ tide roll because we must. I think there’s an unsaid rule for every creature that was born with a vagina that we must, at least once a month have a good cry. It doesn’t have to mean anything at all. Sometimes I spend entirely too much time trying to figure out why in the hell I’m crying because I can’t quite put my finger on anything so drastic that should warrant such an array of tears, but I never find a decent answer. It’s an abundance of shit, but I’m sure that every tear flows for it’s own special reason and it isn’t meant to be understood either.
Tears are nothing to be ashamed of and nothing to judge. They are merely an orgasm of emotional build up, a bridge between our heart and our mind, they are a thought intensified. A good hard cry is inevitable, and then you hold your head high and start over again. It takes a strong woman to respect herself enough to cry her heart out and own it. “I am woman, hear me CRY.”
We cry. We drop tears from ours eyes because we FEEL things and our inner self is aware of what we feel, and even when our face doesn’t show it, our mind still knows it and so we cry. We release the shit. Our tears are a sign of expression. It doesn’t have to be good or bad or over analyzed by the critical and judgmental kind. Our tears are shed for many reasons and yeah, most of the times we can’t even explain why in the hell these warm droplets are sliding down our cheeks in random spurts, but we know that it feels better to let them out than to hold them in and so, well, we cry.
We are women and our crying is a biological necessity. Our bodies are an estrogen and progesterone roller coaster and none of us agreed to getting on the ride. We are emotional beings and we FEEL. The more we FEEL, the more human we are. We are in touch with the deepest part of our soul. We dare to go there and risk to embrace it. Tears are a sign that we give a shit. We care. Our hearts are affected by the things that touch our lives, the things that disrupt our lives, and the things that leave our lives.
Only a true woman knows that tears can burst at the most inopportune moments and it doesn’t have to be defined by a single incident or explained in some rational fashion. Sometimes they shock the hell out of me, but when they want to come, they want to come, and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it. Sometimes I think they build up inside our hearts like tiny little layers and suddenly spill when there’s not enough space to contain the anger and shield the frustration.
Certain words people say seem to trickle in and we think we let them go, but sometimes we don’t. Sometimes words linger and we can’t forget them. Sometimes our eyes feel like they’re growing big and heavy, the pupils burn and the upper lids sting, but we can contain it, we can hold that thin layer of liquid just long enough so that it dries up by the fourth blink and the tears hide away again. We control it. We say we’re being silly and may even giggle at this little game our tears are playing, but sometimes it doesn’t work. Sometimes that little lump that we hold at the core of our throat that seems to throb like a tiny swollen heartbeat can only sit there so long before it starts to convulse and then it falls into our heart and the tears rise up and it’s over. Release comes.
So we cry. What’s the big deal? We embrace the hurt and the joy in our lives, and whether or not we know the exact occurrence that broke this dam we tried to build, we just let the fuckin’ tide roll because we must. I think there’s an unsaid rule for every creature that was born with a vagina that we must, at least once a month have a good cry. It doesn’t have to mean anything at all. Sometimes I spend entirely too much time trying to figure out why in the hell I’m crying because I can’t quite put my finger on anything so drastic that should warrant such an array of tears, but I never find a decent answer. It’s an abundance of shit, but I’m sure that every tear flows for it’s own special reason and it isn’t meant to be understood either.
Tears are nothing to be ashamed of and nothing to judge. They are merely an orgasm of emotional build up, a bridge between our heart and our mind, they are a thought intensified. A good hard cry is inevitable, and then you hold your head high and start over again. It takes a strong woman to respect herself enough to cry her heart out and own it. “I am woman, hear me CRY.”
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Patience: Is it a virtue?
"Nothing gives one person so much advantage over another as to remain always cool and unruffled under all circumstances." Thomas Jefferson (*I agree with this Mr. Jefferson)
I agree that people should not fly off the handle and explode with impatience (even though I do this at times! Hey, I'm not perfect), but there is a limit to the level of patience a person should have to try and attain, and under what conditions...
Is patience a virtue? At times yes, but mostly no, well, in my book that is..
I understand that some may see patience as a gift or some special ability that people should strive to have, but I see the overly patient type person as more of a curse than a blessing...
Being a person who seems to have been born without patience and does not see that changing, I cringe whenever I even think of the words “be patient.” UGH. I take pride in the fact that I get things done in a timely fashion, I am where I’ll be when I say I’ll be, and rarely has a person ever had to wait on me to complete something. I strive to stay two steps ahead of the game and am usually contemplating my next move before I have completed my last one, and this makes me totally comfortable and at ease (though at times, flawed). Because of the inner workings of my brain, I expect others to somehow think along these same lines, however we do not all have the same chemical make-up and must adjust to how those around us think. This can be a struggle.
It’s not so much waiting that irritates me, but more so, the inconsideration of actions and other people’s lack of common sense that may lead up to the need for me to struggle to be patient. For example, I’m at a red stop light. It turns green, yet the car in front of me does not move. Maybe they’re fiddling with the radio, enjoying the blue sky in the distance, or sending a text. I’ll give them 5 seconds, but after that I’m honking! A nice friendly little honk is how I see it, I’m “helping” keep things moving. I’m not going to just stare at the green light at a dead stop and think “now stay patient, they’ll see the green light soon here...”
Another example (and this happens A LOT)... We’ve all been in the line at the store where the person ahead of you is going suuuuuper sloooooow. It takes them 4 minutes to unload a 10 item cart and then the cashier has to comment on every item and suddenly these two strangers are chatting up the weather or talking about the kid they’re buying the sponge bob toothbrush for and “oh I really think Johnny will brush them better now..” la ti da...meanwhile I’m on a 5 minute time crunch to check out and have to hold my hands over my eyes to prevent them from bulging out of their sockets in complete shock. UGH! Patience is painful in times like these when people are being inconsiderate of a full line of people behind them! The lack of common sense makes my blood boil, and I’m sorry, but patience in an occurrence like this should not be expected.
I find that most people who claim to be patient usually don’t have as much motivation as us poor impatient spitfires. Sorry, but that’s just how I feel. I also do not believe that good things come to those who wait. Sit around and wait, but everyone else is out getting what you want and living life while you “wait” for things to fall into your lap and opportunity to knock your door down. I also find that those who claim to be procrastinators are somewhat sugar coating the fact that they’re slightly disorganized. And don't even get me started on people who are late...
You know the person that people say is “always late.” This is not a compliment people.
Ok, so there’s always 2 sides to all of my arguments! So when is patience good?
You must exude patience to complete the tasks necessary to get that college degree.
It’s imperative to be patient with your child while he struggles to get potty trained (also being patient with a new puppy who can’t remember to not pee on the carpet!)
Being patient when recovering through an injury to heal your body properly without attempting to rush therapy is the key to getting well again.
Be patient in love, never rush a relationship. Never rush an orgasm either :)
Baking requires a lot of patience and it also soothes my soul. I can be patient all day for that kind of delicious outcome!
Watching a sunset is beautiful, no one would rush that! The sun could take hours to rise and I’d have the patience to watch it (well if I had the time that is)
Offer to play scrabble with me and I will show you the patience of a god....
Patience can be a good thing in the proper circumstances, but it isn’t “always” a virtue.
OMG have I rambled on with this blog! I could go on all night, but even I'm getting bored here. For anyone who made it to the very end, you must be a very patient person. Bravo to you! :-)
*I just got really impatient proofreading this, so I apologize for any typos! Have a good night!
I agree that people should not fly off the handle and explode with impatience (even though I do this at times! Hey, I'm not perfect), but there is a limit to the level of patience a person should have to try and attain, and under what conditions...
Is patience a virtue? At times yes, but mostly no, well, in my book that is..
I understand that some may see patience as a gift or some special ability that people should strive to have, but I see the overly patient type person as more of a curse than a blessing...
Being a person who seems to have been born without patience and does not see that changing, I cringe whenever I even think of the words “be patient.” UGH. I take pride in the fact that I get things done in a timely fashion, I am where I’ll be when I say I’ll be, and rarely has a person ever had to wait on me to complete something. I strive to stay two steps ahead of the game and am usually contemplating my next move before I have completed my last one, and this makes me totally comfortable and at ease (though at times, flawed). Because of the inner workings of my brain, I expect others to somehow think along these same lines, however we do not all have the same chemical make-up and must adjust to how those around us think. This can be a struggle.
It’s not so much waiting that irritates me, but more so, the inconsideration of actions and other people’s lack of common sense that may lead up to the need for me to struggle to be patient. For example, I’m at a red stop light. It turns green, yet the car in front of me does not move. Maybe they’re fiddling with the radio, enjoying the blue sky in the distance, or sending a text. I’ll give them 5 seconds, but after that I’m honking! A nice friendly little honk is how I see it, I’m “helping” keep things moving. I’m not going to just stare at the green light at a dead stop and think “now stay patient, they’ll see the green light soon here...”
Another example (and this happens A LOT)... We’ve all been in the line at the store where the person ahead of you is going suuuuuper sloooooow. It takes them 4 minutes to unload a 10 item cart and then the cashier has to comment on every item and suddenly these two strangers are chatting up the weather or talking about the kid they’re buying the sponge bob toothbrush for and “oh I really think Johnny will brush them better now..” la ti da...meanwhile I’m on a 5 minute time crunch to check out and have to hold my hands over my eyes to prevent them from bulging out of their sockets in complete shock. UGH! Patience is painful in times like these when people are being inconsiderate of a full line of people behind them! The lack of common sense makes my blood boil, and I’m sorry, but patience in an occurrence like this should not be expected.
I find that most people who claim to be patient usually don’t have as much motivation as us poor impatient spitfires. Sorry, but that’s just how I feel. I also do not believe that good things come to those who wait. Sit around and wait, but everyone else is out getting what you want and living life while you “wait” for things to fall into your lap and opportunity to knock your door down. I also find that those who claim to be procrastinators are somewhat sugar coating the fact that they’re slightly disorganized. And don't even get me started on people who are late...
You know the person that people say is “always late.” This is not a compliment people.
Ok, so there’s always 2 sides to all of my arguments! So when is patience good?
You must exude patience to complete the tasks necessary to get that college degree.
It’s imperative to be patient with your child while he struggles to get potty trained (also being patient with a new puppy who can’t remember to not pee on the carpet!)
Being patient when recovering through an injury to heal your body properly without attempting to rush therapy is the key to getting well again.
Be patient in love, never rush a relationship. Never rush an orgasm either :)
Baking requires a lot of patience and it also soothes my soul. I can be patient all day for that kind of delicious outcome!
Watching a sunset is beautiful, no one would rush that! The sun could take hours to rise and I’d have the patience to watch it (well if I had the time that is)
Offer to play scrabble with me and I will show you the patience of a god....
Patience can be a good thing in the proper circumstances, but it isn’t “always” a virtue.
OMG have I rambled on with this blog! I could go on all night, but even I'm getting bored here. For anyone who made it to the very end, you must be a very patient person. Bravo to you! :-)
*I just got really impatient proofreading this, so I apologize for any typos! Have a good night!
Friday, March 4, 2011
The award for the best facial peel EVER goes to....
(cue drum roll) Da-da-da-da....
The MOST amazing facial peel that you can do YOURSELF is...
Juice Beauty Green Apple Peel! (full strength)
Do you ever try a product and feel like you’ve discovered some secret or found a hidden treasure? This is that product for me. I loved it so much I feel compelled to share it!
This stuff is a miracle in a jar. It truly is. It does exactly what it says it will. My skin feels refreshed, pore less, softer than silk, and smooth as a polished stone. My skin glows. I feel better than I do when I’ve left the spa. I’ve had pumpkin peels before, oxygen facials, you name it, for way too much money. I needed something better.
This product is compared to in office acid peels and got rave reviews across the board so I decided to give it a try. Not one to spend money on a product before I try it, I found a way to get it FREE. I got a free $15 value sample at Sephora.com. It came with a moisturizer sample as well which I also love. That deal may be over now, but if you go to the store, they will gladly give you a free sample. I love Sephora!
I like the fact that all of the ingredients are organic and it works it’s magic in 10-15 minutes. This is strong though, the peel contains all those happy little alpha and hydroxy acids that are supposed to fix our aging woes (wrinkles, sun damage, age spots) at just the right level of intensity. It tingles, but in a good way. It smells like fresh apples so that helps! There is a sensitive version as well, but this was perfect for me and my skin is sensitive at times. Be careful if you have any type of a scratches or perforations on your skin...it will sting like a SOB if the peel hits it, so avoid those areas!
I’m going to order a big jar of this stuff and use it weekly. The longer you use the product the more intense the results according to the reviews. So let’s see... If I give myself a green apple peel once a week for 1 year, that should bring me right back to the ripe age of 22 by March of 2012...or something like that, math is not my forte :)
Thursday, March 3, 2011
What's on the inside counts, but looks still matter!
While I do believe, at the end of the day, true beauty is within us and there are some really pretty faces in the world with very ugly souls, I also feel our exterior shell can be seen as a reflection of our interior traits. Looks are not EVERYTHING, but you’d be silly to think they aren’t SOMETHING....
When people say “looks don’t matter, it’s what’s on the inside that counts” I can grasp that concept, but like everything, it’s only true to an extent. Of course our outer appearance matters, I mean who’s kidding who here? Models are air brushed on magazine covers for a reason, people don’t want to look at blemished faces, flat hair, and yellowing teeth. Nothing would sell! Face it, this is the truth. People are drawn to beauty. It plays a part in more ways than people care to think.
Are you going to hire someone who walks into an interview dressed in wrinkled clothes with bad breath, dirty fingernails, and dandruff flakes scattered on their shoulders or someone that comes in wearing a tailored suit with well groomed hair and a strong poise? The smelly guy may be may be a genius, but the person doing the hiring would never know that because they aren’t going to choose him.
Think of a present. A neatly wrapped square box in shiny red paper with a silver bow tied neatly to the top. Now think of a box wrapped in a brown grocery bag that has a shoe print on the side and haphazardly taped together. Would you choose the more appealing one? I would. I would just assume there was something pretty and nice inside of the red gift wrap and probably a pair of old boots in the brown sacked one.
A person that respects the outside of their body is more likely to respect the inside of their body, their physical and mental health are probably more balanced, and they probably take things more seriously. I would rather approach someone who looks well polished. People that take the time to floss their teeth, do their hair, and put on lip stick (ladies, please do not go bare lipped!) will always have an edge up on those who don’t care about how they look. When you look good, you feel good, and that depicts how you carry yourself and your confidence level. This is how the human mind works. Tests have been done to prove that fact time and time again. I think everyone should wear a nice spritz of cologne or perfume, it only takes a second, but makes such a difference. Think of it as the icing on the cake!
Face it, people cannot see through your skin and bones at the loving heart your chest may hold. I know it’s sad, but true. They can get to know you through time though and get to know your endearing soul, but it’s less likely for someone to be interested in discovering the true you if your exterior is a complete catastrophe.
I’m not saying everyone has to struggle to try and be a 10, I’m just saying to make the best of what you have. If you were born with a really big nose, frizzy hair, and oil slick skin, you can deal with that. There is a product for everything under the sun, and there are types of clothing to flatter almost any body type. I’m just saying to take a shower, smell fresh, dress appropriately, and wear a smile for gods sake. Your outer appearance IS a key to the inner workings of your personality. Polishing up the outside only makes it easier express your shiny inside!
When people say “looks don’t matter, it’s what’s on the inside that counts” I can grasp that concept, but like everything, it’s only true to an extent. Of course our outer appearance matters, I mean who’s kidding who here? Models are air brushed on magazine covers for a reason, people don’t want to look at blemished faces, flat hair, and yellowing teeth. Nothing would sell! Face it, this is the truth. People are drawn to beauty. It plays a part in more ways than people care to think.
Are you going to hire someone who walks into an interview dressed in wrinkled clothes with bad breath, dirty fingernails, and dandruff flakes scattered on their shoulders or someone that comes in wearing a tailored suit with well groomed hair and a strong poise? The smelly guy may be may be a genius, but the person doing the hiring would never know that because they aren’t going to choose him.
Think of a present. A neatly wrapped square box in shiny red paper with a silver bow tied neatly to the top. Now think of a box wrapped in a brown grocery bag that has a shoe print on the side and haphazardly taped together. Would you choose the more appealing one? I would. I would just assume there was something pretty and nice inside of the red gift wrap and probably a pair of old boots in the brown sacked one.
A person that respects the outside of their body is more likely to respect the inside of their body, their physical and mental health are probably more balanced, and they probably take things more seriously. I would rather approach someone who looks well polished. People that take the time to floss their teeth, do their hair, and put on lip stick (ladies, please do not go bare lipped!) will always have an edge up on those who don’t care about how they look. When you look good, you feel good, and that depicts how you carry yourself and your confidence level. This is how the human mind works. Tests have been done to prove that fact time and time again. I think everyone should wear a nice spritz of cologne or perfume, it only takes a second, but makes such a difference. Think of it as the icing on the cake!
Face it, people cannot see through your skin and bones at the loving heart your chest may hold. I know it’s sad, but true. They can get to know you through time though and get to know your endearing soul, but it’s less likely for someone to be interested in discovering the true you if your exterior is a complete catastrophe.
I’m not saying everyone has to struggle to try and be a 10, I’m just saying to make the best of what you have. If you were born with a really big nose, frizzy hair, and oil slick skin, you can deal with that. There is a product for everything under the sun, and there are types of clothing to flatter almost any body type. I’m just saying to take a shower, smell fresh, dress appropriately, and wear a smile for gods sake. Your outer appearance IS a key to the inner workings of your personality. Polishing up the outside only makes it easier express your shiny inside!
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