Ok so let's be honest...I've decided girl pants are designed to make you feel bad about yourself. If they are the right size for your waist, they are either too long or too short. If you gain one pound you suddenly have this belly that sits over the top of your jeans, but hey your butt looks big...but it won't stay in the pants...didn't want to show your bum to the whole world? Well I guess you shouldn't have worn pants...skirts forever...
Why don't girls have the same sizing system as guys?
The guys system rocks! They have a measurement for their length and for their waist. The closest we get is sometimes pants are sold in short, regular, and long. I think I'm somewhere between a short and a regular...what about us poor between size girls? We get the short end of that stick.
And as if your girl pants weren't already uncomfortably tight...and low cut...now you have to attempt to stick something in the pockets...a phone, some keys, an id, some medicine...who knows what...and it's not like you can hide the fact that it's there...
I have a nice pair of dark jeans that I got in the mall ... my first legit jeans in a long time...they are so dang tight that the left pocket has faded in the shape of my cellphone...no kidding
Girl pants are just not flattering...they are tight and uncomfortable. And they make you self conscious about your belly. No belly when you stand but the second you sit...there it is...you can't go up a size to stop that from happening because then your pants won't stay up. They show off too much of your butt and have no room to put stuff....
in conclusion girl pants are just a bad idea...and I have yet to figure out a solution...the end...your thoughts?
Monday, April 22, 2013
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Sit at the foot of the Cross
So a few times in unrelated conversations with people I have been told to sit with the Eucharist, and love God, and let Him love me.
Let God love me? I thought I was doing that already.
No, apparently not, well not enough anyway.
Sit with God, just pray to Him. Are you letting Him love you?
For a little over a year now I have had a devotion to Our Blessed Mother as a model of motherhood for me; a model I can look up to when I become a mother. I also look to the Holy Family as a model family. But I wasn't going deep enough.
Mary is a mother, yes and the Mother of God, I can go off about that for forever. But what I learned lately is while yes I finally found my connection to Mary through the (hopefully) future delight of motherhood, She is a great model for me now.
Mary, the Mother of God raised Jesus, but she also followed Him. She sat with Him, spent time with Him, listened to Him, loved Him...
AND she let Him love her.
She sat at the foot of the cross and watched her son die. Even as Christ was dying, He was loving her, and He loves all of us. As He was dying...let me repeat that; as He was DYING, He took care of His mother. He made sure she had someone to care for her. And she let Him love her.
Sit in adoration sometime and pray on this. Christ looks on you like He looked on Mary; with love. He calls you...my daughter, my sister, my bride, my son, my brother, my beloved...why won't you let me love you?
Why won't you let me love you?
Can't you see that I love you? I suffered death on the cross for you, what more do you need? I love you. You, in yourself, in your very person. I love you. Let Me take your hurt. Let Me take your pain, your sorrow, your suffering, your trials, your temptations, your worries, your anxieties, your plans, your troubles...let Me take them. Do you not trust me? Why, what is keeping you back? Open up your heart. Let Me in.
Let God love me? I thought I was doing that already.
No, apparently not, well not enough anyway.
Sit with God, just pray to Him. Are you letting Him love you?
For a little over a year now I have had a devotion to Our Blessed Mother as a model of motherhood for me; a model I can look up to when I become a mother. I also look to the Holy Family as a model family. But I wasn't going deep enough.
Mary is a mother, yes and the Mother of God, I can go off about that for forever. But what I learned lately is while yes I finally found my connection to Mary through the (hopefully) future delight of motherhood, She is a great model for me now.
Mary, the Mother of God raised Jesus, but she also followed Him. She sat with Him, spent time with Him, listened to Him, loved Him...
AND she let Him love her.
She sat at the foot of the cross and watched her son die. Even as Christ was dying, He was loving her, and He loves all of us. As He was dying...let me repeat that; as He was DYING, He took care of His mother. He made sure she had someone to care for her. And she let Him love her.
Sit in adoration sometime and pray on this. Christ looks on you like He looked on Mary; with love. He calls you...my daughter, my sister, my bride, my son, my brother, my beloved...why won't you let me love you?
Why won't you let me love you?
Can't you see that I love you? I suffered death on the cross for you, what more do you need? I love you. You, in yourself, in your very person. I love you. Let Me take your hurt. Let Me take your pain, your sorrow, your suffering, your trials, your temptations, your worries, your anxieties, your plans, your troubles...let Me take them. Do you not trust me? Why, what is keeping you back? Open up your heart. Let Me in.
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Proactive vs. Reactive
I can still remember my high school history teacher (yup all of history you name it, I learned it from him US I, US II, World, Economics...the whole shabang) anyway I remember him telling our class about the difference between being proactive and being reactive.
being reactive...
Well that's a bad thing. Being reactive...as you can imagine...means to simply react to whatever comes your way. If something bad happens, you complain, you find as many people as you can to tell whats wrong...but you never do anything to fix the problem. You simply complain and expect the world to feel bad for you, and fix it for you.
well that doesn't help anyone. The world gets sick of hearing you complain. They don't want to constantly hear your problems, nor can they necessarily help you. Sometimes....well most times...it is better to be proactive...
Being proactive...
Am I a pro at this...NO...for sure not, but I try to do it just the same. Being proactive means that you try to do something about your problem. Instead of complaining about it you attempt to solve the problem; you keep trying to move forward.
I have had a LOT of stress causing issues this week. I cannot find a job for the summer: so much rejection. I cannot have the job I wan for next semester: more rejection. I cannot figure out how I am going to pay for my summer course...not a clue. I have 2 of my 5 PRAXIS exams on Saturday...it's like "Are You Smarter Than a Fifth Grader" with my teaching license on the line...big stuff. It's just been a tough week.
Is it hard for me to stay proactive. Of course, but it's something I want to do.
So now what?
Now I keep looking for a job for the summer. Maybe the less desirable ones, but something, anything to pay the bills (speaking of which...if you live in the same area as me...know anyone hiring?). I'll call child care centers, part time places, grocery stores, heck I even called Parks and Recreation (they said call back later in the month). I keep moving forward.
Do I want to crawl in a corner and do nothing for about three days? Well ya, but will my problems go away? Nope, they will still be there when I come out of the black hole, so why go into it in the first place?
There are three more on campus jobs I can apply for for next semester, I will be looking into those.
Financial aid? I have a meeting tomorrow.
So thank-you, to my high school teacher, for showing me something that is useful to me four years later, and will be useful for the rest of my life, who knew that one "hidden curriculum" lesson would be such an important part of my life.
being reactive...
Well that's a bad thing. Being reactive...as you can imagine...means to simply react to whatever comes your way. If something bad happens, you complain, you find as many people as you can to tell whats wrong...but you never do anything to fix the problem. You simply complain and expect the world to feel bad for you, and fix it for you.
well that doesn't help anyone. The world gets sick of hearing you complain. They don't want to constantly hear your problems, nor can they necessarily help you. Sometimes....well most times...it is better to be proactive...
Being proactive...
Am I a pro at this...NO...for sure not, but I try to do it just the same. Being proactive means that you try to do something about your problem. Instead of complaining about it you attempt to solve the problem; you keep trying to move forward.
I have had a LOT of stress causing issues this week. I cannot find a job for the summer: so much rejection. I cannot have the job I wan for next semester: more rejection. I cannot figure out how I am going to pay for my summer course...not a clue. I have 2 of my 5 PRAXIS exams on Saturday...it's like "Are You Smarter Than a Fifth Grader" with my teaching license on the line...big stuff. It's just been a tough week.
Is it hard for me to stay proactive. Of course, but it's something I want to do.
So now what?
Now I keep looking for a job for the summer. Maybe the less desirable ones, but something, anything to pay the bills (speaking of which...if you live in the same area as me...know anyone hiring?). I'll call child care centers, part time places, grocery stores, heck I even called Parks and Recreation (they said call back later in the month). I keep moving forward.
Do I want to crawl in a corner and do nothing for about three days? Well ya, but will my problems go away? Nope, they will still be there when I come out of the black hole, so why go into it in the first place?
There are three more on campus jobs I can apply for for next semester, I will be looking into those.
Financial aid? I have a meeting tomorrow.
So thank-you, to my high school teacher, for showing me something that is useful to me four years later, and will be useful for the rest of my life, who knew that one "hidden curriculum" lesson would be such an important part of my life.
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Wake up/Music/work/music/coffee break/work/lunch/work/class/dinner/night class/homework/music/sleep/
wake up/music/breakfast/talking/class/lunch/tutoring/homework/music/class/dinner/homework/rosary/
homework/music/sleep/wake up/music/work/coffee break/work/lunch/work/music/book club/music/dinner/
homework/laundry/intercessions/homework/sleep/wake up/music/breakfast/talking/lunch/tutoring/homework/
music/sleep/wake up/work/coffee break/work/lunch/change/talking/cleaning/music/mass/dinner/hang out/
sleep
This is a typical Monday-Friday in my life this semester. It is pretty much non-stop.
I am constantly moving from one thing to another. If I'm not at work, I'm in class or doing homework. Don't forget to add household commitments! There is also keeping up with life in the apartment, and the consistent urge to hang out and socialize.
Spare time?
What is that?
I guess when I have it I fill up my spare time with activities. That new drawing I wanted to work on. Practicing singing that new song. Running, running, running.
Almost everything thing I do, I do to music. I do homework to music. I listen to music as I drive the work truck around campus. I sing in the shower. I listen to music while I draw. I clean to music. I run to music. I'm listening to music as I write this blog post.
Noise.
Noise.
Noise.
Noise.
Noise.
I fill my life with so much noise, so much chaos, and so much stuff. Why? Well I enjoy it. I love to listen to some blink-182, some System of a Down, All American Rejects, Green Day, The Benjy Davis Project, The Format, Modest Mouse, Sara Bareilles, Michael Buble, Rise Against, Sum 41, The Academy is...
Noise.
Noise.
Noise.
Noise.
Noise.
SHHHHHHHHHHH. Quiet is good too!
It took a little while for me to figure it out. What I could do to make my life seem a little less busy. Every now and then, I just have to be quiet. I just need to take some time and sit in silence (well I mean I live with other people so probably just quiet and not silence). I just need to give my ears a break. I need to give my mind a second to process. Take a break, just sit there, and think.
I never really knew the value of quiet. I come from a large family. Quiet usually means that something is broken or someone is broken. Quiet means something is wrong. I've come to learn that as an adult, quiet is a beautiful thing, it is personal time. It is thoughts no one can take away. It is a second to breathe!
try it. Stop what you are doing, yes stop reading this post right now. pause that music. put your phone away. just sit there. Enjoy a second to yourself.
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How was it? do you feel better now? Maybe a little more relaxed? It's pleasant isn't it? you don't have someone else's thoughts being pumped into your mind. You can just focus on you, your thoughts, your needs, and your time. It's good right?
wake up/music/breakfast/talking/class/lunch/tutoring/homework/music/class/dinner/homework/rosary/
homework/music/sleep/wake up/music/work/coffee break/work/lunch/work/music/book club/music/dinner/
homework/laundry/intercessions/homework/sleep/wake up/music/breakfast/talking/lunch/tutoring/homework/
music/sleep/wake up/work/coffee break/work/lunch/change/talking/cleaning/music/mass/dinner/hang out/
sleep
This is a typical Monday-Friday in my life this semester. It is pretty much non-stop.
I am constantly moving from one thing to another. If I'm not at work, I'm in class or doing homework. Don't forget to add household commitments! There is also keeping up with life in the apartment, and the consistent urge to hang out and socialize.
Spare time?
What is that?
I guess when I have it I fill up my spare time with activities. That new drawing I wanted to work on. Practicing singing that new song. Running, running, running.
Almost everything thing I do, I do to music. I do homework to music. I listen to music as I drive the work truck around campus. I sing in the shower. I listen to music while I draw. I clean to music. I run to music. I'm listening to music as I write this blog post.
Noise.
Noise.
Noise.
Noise.
Noise.
I fill my life with so much noise, so much chaos, and so much stuff. Why? Well I enjoy it. I love to listen to some blink-182, some System of a Down, All American Rejects, Green Day, The Benjy Davis Project, The Format, Modest Mouse, Sara Bareilles, Michael Buble, Rise Against, Sum 41, The Academy is...
Noise.
Noise.
Noise.
Noise.
Noise.
SHHHHHHHHHHH. Quiet is good too!
It took a little while for me to figure it out. What I could do to make my life seem a little less busy. Every now and then, I just have to be quiet. I just need to take some time and sit in silence (well I mean I live with other people so probably just quiet and not silence). I just need to give my ears a break. I need to give my mind a second to process. Take a break, just sit there, and think.
I never really knew the value of quiet. I come from a large family. Quiet usually means that something is broken or someone is broken. Quiet means something is wrong. I've come to learn that as an adult, quiet is a beautiful thing, it is personal time. It is thoughts no one can take away. It is a second to breathe!
try it. Stop what you are doing, yes stop reading this post right now. pause that music. put your phone away. just sit there. Enjoy a second to yourself.
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.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
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How was it? do you feel better now? Maybe a little more relaxed? It's pleasant isn't it? you don't have someone else's thoughts being pumped into your mind. You can just focus on you, your thoughts, your needs, and your time. It's good right?
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