31 Days: Day 5- Rested Up!

Monday, October 6, 2014

I'm writing this post for day 5 so late, I'm not even really sure if it constitutes as being day 5 anymore, but my blog, I make the rules. 

Also- I have no pictures to go along with this post (sad day), which is totally unlike me. but the topic about which I'm writing, I wasn't really sure HOW to take pictures of, and even if I did, I certainly didn't have the motivation this afternoon to actually do it. SOOOO Thus, my pictureless almost too late, Day 5 post!


Being Sunday night here, I can honestly say that this is the most time Ryan and I have spent at home on a weekend (or week day for that matter) in a very long time! I contribute several factors to that:

1. We are trying not to spend money just to spend money with a new baby on the way, so staying home = less mindless spending.

2. We have already done and bought everything we can pretty much think of. Like LITERALLY- we went to Walmart yesterday and got vitamins, gummy bears, WD40, and a Barbie for Caroline and then Target today and bought hair gel and face wash.  When you run out of fun big stuff to get or shop for, this is what your shopping cart starts to look like. 

3. The Razorbacks had a Bi-Week.

4. There were some BIG football games on this weekend.

5. The house was cleaned up and smelled like Pumpkin Spice Candles.

6. After a week of traveling for Ryan, and a week of working and single mom like taxi servicing for me, we are just plum EXHAUSTED!!!

So like I said, we spent more time at home doing nothing this weekend than we have in I can't remember how long. 

This nothingness bliss led to a lot of sitting around, catching up on the DVR, napping, reading, writing, laundry folding, snacking etc. 
When you do nothing all day, the day tends to feel several hours longer than it actually is, thus landing you in bed hours earlier than typical schedules allow. 

We were planning on going to the early service at church today (9am) to hear a guest speaker, so I set alarms to get up. When they went off, I got up and started getting ready, already feeling refreshed (which is not common of someone who is usually as tired if not more tired when they wake up as they were when they went to bed). 

I did my daily morning 'thang': Teeth, Hair, Make-Up, Bed Making, Dressing under no real rush because Ryan was running way further behind than me, then we headed off to church. 

I was feeling pretty "put together" if you will due to my rested body, my non rushing in the morning, and the compliments from Ryan and my Parents about looking good just added to the ego boost for the day. Dad even called us after church to chat and again mentioned how good I looked (I can brag because I'm currently the size of a whale and feel like I look Big Bertha most every day these days so it's not true conceit ;) I promise!)

We ran a couple errands for Ryan, grabbed a sandwich, and made the earlier mentioned pit stop at Target. 

Still feeling hot and "trendy" we got the couple things we needed and I made the common as of late pit stop to the bathroom. It wasn't until I was in the bathroom that I realized I had barley ANY make up on!! I literally had done all the "priming" if you will, and had never applied anything else include eye shadow, liner, or mascara! Then I remembered that I had stopped to let the dog out, and I guess I just never finished. So I had been walking around all day, feeling totally 'together' with a half made up look! All I could do was laugh because truly, it is funny that I had looked in the mirror multiple times, now at multiple stores, and JUST realized that I didn't look like my normal self. 

I came out giggling about this funny discovery I had made in the bathroom, but the more I thought about it, the more it dawned on my as to why I didn't realize it sooner.

For the first time, in a long time, I didn't look tired. I looked rested. I looked AWAKE! 

Now coming into motherhood of a newborn is not the BEST of times to realize how important sleep and rest is to one's overall sense of self (mostly because I'm about to be robbed of all three: Sleep, Rest, and Sense of Self for a few months), but seeing the effects of what a rested ME looks like VS. the normal exhaustion that I feel was so enlightening. 

People are busy; I'm busy. You are busy. We ALL are busy. 
But something to just consider is how that relentless state of busy is effecting us even physically. 
There is a reason that God calls the seventh day "The Day of Rest". Even GOD rested after his hard work in the beginning. I for one, enjoyed this weekend's rest so much that I'm making it a priority to have more days like this as I can. It's not always practical, but bags under my eyes aren't either. 

I challenge you this fall, to find the things in your daily "busy" that are not really that important or that can wait just one more day, and take the time to do NOTHING. See how it makes you feel. See how it makes you look. 

I promise, if your creator needed a break after 7 days, then you certainly do too!

31 Days: Day 4- It's Fall Ya'll!!!

Saturday, October 4, 2014

Fall is by FAR my favorite time of year. Mostly because I can not STAND to be hot and sweaty. People are constantly remarking about how much they love SUMMER, but to say that I detest the months of July and August would be an understatement. :)

The problem with this love for cool weather and loathing of the heat, is that we live Dallas, Texas. It seems like it is hot 90% of the year. 

I was so ready to break out my fall clothing and decorations in September, but I refuse to put a pumpkin on my porch while it was still 98 Degrees outside and I would be sweating while I did it. 
That said; we had a little COOL (not cold) front roll in with the storms on Thursday, and I jumped at the opportunity to drag out some fall decorations last night. 

My Table Center Piece

That's our candy bucket that we pass out candy from, but until then it's just a decoration on the fire place, with some "crazy hair" aka: Halloween Garland.

Caroline's Candy Corn (SHE IS OBSESSED) and a pumpkin something scented candle, which can turn ANY room into fall.

This is my entry way. I'm SOOOO in love with my pine cones. I bought them for $5.00 at a garage sale from a couple who had collected them from the Redwood Forest!! They are so heavy and authentic, not to mention spiky, and smell just like pinecones should. They told me they have had them for at least 20 years, and who knows how old they were before they picked them up! I just think they are such a neat touch to our fall decorations... and for five bucks! <3 p="">

Here on our doorstep sits my Giant new Jack-O-Lantern.  This was a birthday gift from my grandparents and I just love him! He's so cute! I can't wait to light him up for halloween night's trick-or-treating, for now, he's just chilling with our Razorback Gnome. Hey, just because it's fall doesn't mean it's not football season! PS- that pumpkin is like 1 million lbs!!! My Grandparents even had him strapped in the seatbelt like a person when they brought him to me! lol

...and the famous "blue door" sporting it's festive door hanger as well. 

There is nothing like fall to me. It changes my mood about EVERYTHING. I love the smells, the colors, the weather, the clothes, the sports, and the impeding holidays.

After getting everything out yesterday, we have been siting around with a pumpkin candle lit all day watching football, and enjoying every bit of this cool weather. 

Now if I can just survive the 90 degree weather in the forecast this week. :(
Dang you Texas!

31 Days: Day 2 & 3- Project Sofa

Friday, October 3, 2014

First off, I didn't mention on October 1st when I wrote that I am linked up this month with the

Where I'm Challenged to write for 31 days about Personal Endeavors (that's the topic I chose).
Clearly day one went well, and day two...Not So Much.
So here I am writing Days 2 and 3 in one post, but who really knows what day it is anyways. ;)

Right now I'm in the middle of reading The Nesting Place by Myquillyn Smith. You can check out her blog HERE

I highly recommend this book for anyone who owns a home, rents a home, or who lives anywhere at all! At first I thought it was a home decorating book, and typically I can't force myself to get 100% through any book that is not Fiction. I have never been good at reading "self help" or "informational" books. After downloading the free preview on my Nook, I was hooked! 

Myquillyn is hilariously funny, and so incredibly wise. I love her perspective on things, her humor, her positive attitude, and of course her style. The more of the book that I read, the more I realized that rather than a "home decorating" book, this was more of a "home appreciation" book. She walks you through her experiences moving 13 times in her marriage, renting the majority of the time, and still finding and creating beauty wherever they lived. Her tag line is 
"It doesn't have to be perfect to be Beautiful".

At one point in the book she talks about a sofa that she had and HATED for 9 years before doing something about it. I immediately felt inspired to transform my drab, hideous, plaid couch that Ryan and I have talked about replacing multiple times. So on a whim- I decide I'm going to recover it myself. Yes me, with my non existent sewing skills, my lack of upholstery experience, and my 36 week pregnant belly (I wish I had written that sentence BEFORE tackling this project so I could have realized how stupid it sounded). 

I rushed home to get started. 

I bought a staple gun, and other various things I needed to complete said project, disassembled my front sitting room, and tried to get started. Upon needing to input my first staple, I discovered that the gun I got isn't EXTREMELY clear on which way to hold it. So after shooting 5 staples sailing in random directions, I figured it out. The hard way.

Yes, not 5 minutes in and I had shot a staple into my finger. OUCH! I slapped a band aid on it and proceeded. 

A little while later it looked like this. 

I was starting to question what I was even THINKING. Sure the couch looked fine, just had the arm rest to go, then I had a whole other section PLUS all the back and bottom cushions to do. Clearly I had lost my mind. 

I started to tackle the other section, when in the middle of it I looked at Caroline (who by the way had dragged every toy out of the playroom into this room, popped up a pirate ship tent, and was playing dress up... clearly a lot of help), and said, "I miss our old couch already. This one is not going to be good for jumping." At that remark, she was ALL about helping me un staple and remove the "cover" I had started on both pieces. 

Guess what?! 30 minutes later...

...it looked like this.

Yes, we put it all back together just as it was, and I have never been so happy to see that ugly monstrosity standing stained, tall, torn, and proud. 

See here is the thing: It really doesn't have to be perfect to be beautiful. You know what makes this couch so "beautiful" to me? It's already well loved. It's slept on regularly by my four year old. The cushions are all on the floor the majority of the time being used as a space ship, a fort, or a bridge to our bedroom. This couch is actually COMFORTABLE because your not afraid of messing up the fabric. Our dog retrieves tennis balls, to us on the couch and we don't have to shoo him down. I don't cry over spilled milk on this couch.

With another one on the way, it's a beautiful thing not to have to worry about one more thing they can mess up. 

I told Ryan I gave up on my project and he laughed (of course). He made the comment that sticks in my head "right now, that couch is doing it's job", and you know what, he's right. It's serving US not the other way around. 

I'm sure someday we will get a new couch, and I'll have a pretty little "sitting room" with it's formal glamour. I'm also sure by that point, I'll be willing to do ANYTHING to have this one back along with the years that went along with it: the little feet that jumped on it, the little hands that flopped off the sides of it after a "movie night", the night feedings that I'm sure will take place on it, the naps, the laughs, the serious life lessons learned.
 Besides- trends always come back around, maybe plaid will come back in style by then?

Now that's perfect AND beautiful.

Why DOES the Caterpillar Build a Cocoon?

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

I was on Pinterest the other day, and I stumbled across a pin that my little sister had "pinned". I'm sure you all have seen them... those "teenager posts"?? They are random thought's that teenagers supposedly think. There's not much to them, but I think most of us can agree they are generally pretty accurate. 

This is the Pin:
"I wonder if caterpillars know they're gonna fly some day or they just start building a cocoon and are like 'why am I doing this'."

Now, I'm not exactly sure why THIS pin was a "Teenager Post", but when I text my sister about it, she proceeded to put a laughing hysterically smilie face, so apparently she thought it was pretty funny.

I repinned the pin under my "for my blog" board, and moved on.

I kept thinking about it over and over and over, and not in so much of a humorous way, but with more of a life principle perspective kinda way. In my mind, this simple, none illustrated pin, kept making me think of a random biblical character... Noah. 

I just couldn't shake his story out of my head all day. I wasn't sure how it applied to anything going on in my life, or IF it even did at all, but I kept imagining him building that huge Ole ark after God told him to, and can't help but think there had to be times that he thought to himself  
"what the heck am I doing!?". I doubt if he even fully understood the magnitude of what he was doing, or how his actions would truly change the fate of the world, but he just did it.

Fast Forward and I'm pulling into my driveway after work yesterday. I had JUST finished going to the grocery store, Ryan had been home all day, and I am huge and fat and pregnant and I had myself a small pity party when I went and had to pull up both the trash and recycling cans from the end of the driveway when he could have done it (mind you, Ryan did take the trash down there, but not the recycling because he just picks and chooses when he thinks he should put that out?? I don't know, don't ask. So I had already delt with that this morning). 

As I was putting the cans up, all sweaty and gross, and annoyed... the stupid caterpillar crept into my head again! He just starts building a cocoon. The outcome may or may not be clear, but he builds and just wonders silently to himself, with no affirmation, "why am I doing this".... and keeps building. 

I'm bad about wanting to stop construction on my "COCOON" and say: 
"if no one is going to help or appreciate, I'm not doing it anymore!". 

Guilt stricken by my pity party, I rushed in, did my daily home-from-work routine and quickly flipped to Noah's story in the Bible while I browned some hamburger meat for dinner 
**See True Cocoon Building at it's finest**

"Now the Earth was corrupt in God's sight and was full of violence. God saw how corrupt the earth had become, for all the people on earth had corrupted their ways. So God said to Noah, "I am going to put an end to all people, for the earth is filled with Violence because of them. I am surely going to destroy both them and the earth. So make yourself an ark of cypress wood;make rooms in it and coat it with pitch inside and out. This is how you are to build it: The ark is to be three hundred cubits long, fifty cubits wide and thirty cubits high. Make a roof for it, leaving below the roof an opening one cubit high all around. Put a door in the side of thew ark and make lower, middle and upper decks. I am going to bring floodwaters on the earth to destroy all life under the heavens, every creature that has the breath of life in it. Everything on earth will perish. But I will establish my covenant with you, and you will enter the ark-you and your sons and your wife and your son's wives with you. You are to bring into the ark two of all living creatures, male and female, to keep them alive with you. Two of every kind of birth, of every kind of animal and of every kind of creature that moves along the ground will come to you to be kept alive. You are to take every kind of food that is to be eaten and store it away as food for you and for them. NOAH DID EVERYTHING JUST AS GOD COMMANDED HIM."
Genesis 6:11-22 (NIV)

Woah Woah Woah!!! Your telling me, those were his only instructions and Noah just "did everything just as God commanded him"?? 

He didn't ask "why me"? 
He didn't question "then what"?
He didn't argue "but how"?
He just DID?

So NATURALLY being the human I am, I wanted to read another version. MAYBE in another biblical translation, Noah wasn't quite so agreeable. 

"Thus did Noah; according to all that God commanded him, so did he."

Genesis 6: 22 (KJV)

Well that pretty much sums it up right there. Noah built his Cocoon, not fully knowing he would fly... just wondering I'm sure "why am I doing this".

I was going to end my thoughts on this topic there: until on my drive to work this morning God prodded at my heart a little more.

I started to think about his son Jesus, and his mission assigned to him by God. It was quite the OPPOSITE of the Caterpillar. He knew exactly what his fate was as a human. He knew his "Why" if you will, and it wasn't going to be an easy metamorphosis. But he STILL built. He had the knowledge, and still didn't argue, he didn't fight the process. He asks if it be his will to "pass the cup" that he do so, but if it's not his father's will, then so be it. He would do as he was created to do. 

"He said to them, 'The Son of Man is going to be betrayed into the hands of men. They will kill him, and after three days he will rise."

Mark 9:30 (NIV)

I'm sooo guilty of questioning God's ways and not just doing what's commanded of me. I'm also sooo guilty of shying away from his plans when I do know the WHY behind it. I think we all are. 
Strewn across the entire Bible are story after story after story of people who changed the course after doing things they didn't understanding or didn't like. They just built: Mary is another great example of that!

My goal this month (with it being the 1st and all, which is always a great time to set some new goals we usually forget by the 15th) is to really practice acting without so much questioning and/or resistance. From small things like trash cans to big things that I'm called to do. After all, because I know the Lord, I KNOW the end of the story. I KNOW I do fly. I'm okay with wondering "why am I doing this", as long as I keep "doing this" and reminding myself of the answer to my own questions.

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