I am exhausted. Mostly emotionally. A friend of mine posted a memory of my dad singing in church. Incidentally, that was the last time he sang in church. It was very sweet of her, and it certainly conjured up some emotion.
The first person to comment on her post was an uncle in law who was looking to pick an intellectual fight about the validity of her faith. In the process, he deeply hurt me and insulted my dad's memory and me as a person. He flung rudeness at me. I engaged. I stooped. I did, but I just couldn't let someone do that to my dad. He is precious to me. It was so, so hurtful and literally had me in tears. It took some time too, so there went my morning.
I posted a status relating the abridged version of the morning's events with a request for people to share a memory of my dad.......more emotional-ness.
Then I came home to hook the modem up. The last time I did this was 6 years ago. It is, in fact, pretty straightforward, but there was a glitch for a minute.....more time.
It is now 3:19 in the afternoon. Natalie gets out of cheer practice in 41 minutes. Noah has refused to take a nap today. That is going to make for an awesome evening. It's the playoff game tonight, so Tony wants "good food". The house is a wreck since I have invested 0 time in it today. There is no fun food a-brewin. He's going to be disappointed, and I feel bad about that.
AGGGHHHHHH!!!
I want time to install shelves in the front closet so I can start crafting with the crafting supplies that I can't efficiently in their current arrangement of a heap....because there are no shelves.
I want to make a make-up video or at least post some pictures. I go to bed at 8:00. There may not be time for that.
Today feels like a wash, and I feel sad about my dad to boot. PTTTHHHHTT!!!
necessity is the mother
Necessity is the mother of invention. . .and that's just what a mother is, an inventor!
Monday, January 7, 2013
Monday, March 14, 2011
Allergic
So it's a brand new week, and I'm not pregnant. I get to go through that whole roller coaster again in three weeks! Hahaha! This week I'm already battling allergies. This spring they have hit me hard, but now that I have realized what the cause is, I can deal with it more effectively.
I am excited that we are just one month away from Salon Fair, which is my school's hair show. I actually one first place in the fantasy category last year, and this year I am collaborating with my friend, Jade, who won first in the traditional category. We took on the huge task of outfitting 6 models!!!! It is going to be so much fun. The fair theme is Disney fairy tales. We will be doing a fish theme as a nod to Finding Nemo for the fantasy category, and I get to be a model for our Sheer Makeover category! Jade will be handling all the hair, and I'm going to be doing all the makeup. My creative juices have already been flowing about how to make a fish face look hot! Hahaha!
I am excited that we are just one month away from Salon Fair, which is my school's hair show. I actually one first place in the fantasy category last year, and this year I am collaborating with my friend, Jade, who won first in the traditional category. We took on the huge task of outfitting 6 models!!!! It is going to be so much fun. The fair theme is Disney fairy tales. We will be doing a fish theme as a nod to Finding Nemo for the fantasy category, and I get to be a model for our Sheer Makeover category! Jade will be handling all the hair, and I'm going to be doing all the makeup. My creative juices have already been flowing about how to make a fish face look hot! Hahaha!
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Saturday, March 5, 2011
Can't fight this feeling...
I feel.....frustrated, hormonal, spent.....pms-ey or pregnant. We have been waiting to see if God would choose to give us a third baby, so I get nervous/excited every few weeks.
My body has started behaving slightly differently since being off bc, so I never know if it's just an adjustment or a pregnancy symptom. The last couple days I have been horribly unpleasant. I feel bad for those around me, and I feel bad for myself. I can't seem to get anything done......I am out of dishes....all of them. I have laundry to do. I have scrapbooking stuff covering my living room floor, and the kids' rooms look like a bomb went off.
School is still going well. I took 5 midterm practical exams and got perfect scores on 3 of them....or took six and aced 4. I'm starting to get makeup clients, so that's encouraging.
Anyway, so that's it for now.
My body has started behaving slightly differently since being off bc, so I never know if it's just an adjustment or a pregnancy symptom. The last couple days I have been horribly unpleasant. I feel bad for those around me, and I feel bad for myself. I can't seem to get anything done......I am out of dishes....all of them. I have laundry to do. I have scrapbooking stuff covering my living room floor, and the kids' rooms look like a bomb went off.
School is still going well. I took 5 midterm practical exams and got perfect scores on 3 of them....or took six and aced 4. I'm starting to get makeup clients, so that's encouraging.
Anyway, so that's it for now.
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Monday, February 28, 2011
Another day another.....eight hours to my 1500!
First of all, I want to apologize for the weird photobucket box. I don't know why it's there, and I write my posts from my phone, so I'll have to wait to fix it.
So I spent a good hour on my monday off brainstorming about my makeup classes, and I have spent a week now picking other peoples' brains about starting in this industry and how to start my way specifically.
My heart is to be an entrepreneur. I caught that bug from my dad. He had business ventures of varying kinds and at various points in his life from Baker Automotive in the early 80's to Chattanooga Websites - his last brainchild to provide his family with the realization of our dreams.
"Friends are kind to each others' hopes. They cherish each others' dreams" - Thoreou.
Both my parents were true friends to me. "Mom! I'm gonna make friendship bracelets for all the girls going to camp so we can look down at ' em and not feel homesick!" "Oh. Ok. That sounds really nice, Sarah." Or coming to watch me perform in the school choir.....4 bazillion times. Those dumb bracelets were not the source of comfort I intended, and I know my parents got sick of choir performances at which they probably couldnt even hear me.....but they knew it was shaping me
.....they knew I was dreaming....and they were so kind to it. We use the word support nowadays, but it's really just kindness, isn't it?
So I'm dreaming again. I'm planning now in what I hope is a complete way which separates this from my childhood shenanigans, but I am awfully nervous. I know what true criticism and cruel judgement feel like now. But I'll continue, because I have a dream, and I have just a few friends. We travel some of this journey together and some of it apart, but we know each others' kindness, and it propels us on to the wonderment of dreams that come true.
Question of the day: Are you kind enough to others' dreams to truly call yourself their friend?
So I spent a good hour on my monday off brainstorming about my makeup classes, and I have spent a week now picking other peoples' brains about starting in this industry and how to start my way specifically.
My heart is to be an entrepreneur. I caught that bug from my dad. He had business ventures of varying kinds and at various points in his life from Baker Automotive in the early 80's to Chattanooga Websites - his last brainchild to provide his family with the realization of our dreams.
"Friends are kind to each others' hopes. They cherish each others' dreams" - Thoreou.
Both my parents were true friends to me. "Mom! I'm gonna make friendship bracelets for all the girls going to camp so we can look down at ' em and not feel homesick!" "Oh. Ok. That sounds really nice, Sarah." Or coming to watch me perform in the school choir.....4 bazillion times. Those dumb bracelets were not the source of comfort I intended, and I know my parents got sick of choir performances at which they probably couldnt even hear me.....but they knew it was shaping me
.....they knew I was dreaming....and they were so kind to it. We use the word support nowadays, but it's really just kindness, isn't it?
So I'm dreaming again. I'm planning now in what I hope is a complete way which separates this from my childhood shenanigans, but I am awfully nervous. I know what true criticism and cruel judgement feel like now. But I'll continue, because I have a dream, and I have just a few friends. We travel some of this journey together and some of it apart, but we know each others' kindness, and it propels us on to the wonderment of dreams that come true.
Question of the day: Are you kind enough to others' dreams to truly call yourself their friend?
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Thursday, February 24, 2011
Here it is!!!
So my dream is this: I want to teach people how to be beautiful - what to do with the menagerie of products on the market, product reviews and lessons on how to do things like the smokey eye, the "bump" and how to make beautimous curls with a flat iron. These are questions that I am asked several times a week, and I cannot address them individually. I don't have time, and most inquirers won't set aside the time unless they're "forced" to. So I want to invite up to 10 people at a time to watch some demos and ask some questions and go home feeling like they know how to get pretty with mostly the tools they already have.
I will continue to cut, color and style hair and makeup application too.
I'm writing things out right now to have a good plan, so we'll see!!!!
Do you have some friends you want to invite to read my blog? If you read it, give me a comment and tell me what you think!
I will continue to cut, color and style hair and makeup application too.
I'm writing things out right now to have a good plan, so we'll see!!!!
Do you have some friends you want to invite to read my blog? If you read it, give me a comment and tell me what you think!
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Monday, February 21, 2011
Dream a dream
I'm dreaming a dream right now. It's in the works in my head. I can't tell you about it yet. I want to see if I can actually accomplish it. I'll update later.
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Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Burned out and keeping the fires burning...
I stayed home from school today. I was up late with a crying 2 year old, and I was responsible for driving him to the babysitter. That would mean waking up an hour early. I just didn't have it in me. I ignored my alarms and kept my munchkins home today in hopes that I'd get to rest and get a handle on the laundry and dishes and the kids rooms and groceries and........it's official.......I am overwhelmed. I am paralyzed by it. I don't know what to do because I've got five months left of school. I'm tired.
My mom used to joke with me that I'm just not a 40 hour a week girl.
I'm just hoping I have enough inner resolve to get through the end of beauty school.
My mom used to joke with me that I'm just not a 40 hour a week girl.
I'm just hoping I have enough inner resolve to get through the end of beauty school.
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