suspicious cells my foot! literally. several weeks ago i had 5 moles removed- three from the bottom of my foot. don’t for a second think that this was just a “minor, no big deal” procedure. HECK NO. it was the worst surgery i have ever had. (and i have had A LOT, including ACL reconstruction which is horribly painful) my doctor stuck the tender, delicate muscles of my ARCH along with the ball of my foot FOUR times with novicane….
ok people. enough is enough. what is WITH all the tyra bashing? i learned some very crucial things from her this week. important life tips, in fact. TOP TEN TIPS FROM TYRA #10: wiggle your mascara- it creates the illusion of eyeliner#9: zig-zag your part/wear your hair curly when you have bad roots#8: use a pea or lima bean size of face cleanser#7: clean your cuticles with olive oil- do not cut them, this allows bacteria#6: do not use shower…
i’m alive! oh, it feels good to be alive! for those of you who have been wondering…i did, actually, drop off the face of the planet for like a week and a half. i went to misery land. the land of viruses that turned into infections that stripped me of my voice, stuffed my head and nose, scratched my throat raw, and made me hack like i’ve never hacked before. a very sweet and kind friend of mine (you’ll never…
in honor of my roommate…paula anyone?!
HELLO ERIC BUDDY!! I HEARD YOU. 🙂
i just spent a major chunk of my evening doing something that probably makes me more fully alive then anything else in the world. i got to hold baby macie who is just over 48 hours old. i not only got to hold her, but i heald her agaist my chest and got to smell her sweet baby scent and feel her sweet baby skin on my face. her skin is so soft it feels like touching air. she’s beautiful….
yeah, you have them. hidden dreams. dreams you’ve never mentioned. dreams you’ve maybe never even admitted to yourself. we all do it. why do we do it? why do we hide our dreams? hide our longings? well for one, we chalk up the “obvious” to logic. in doing so (and this brings me to my second reason) we limit God. our faith is weak. yeah, we have faith…but it’s quite possibly smaller then a mustard seed. “i know you’re huge,…
I wouldn’t even believe this story unless it happened to me…and well, it DID happen to me, so I believe it. Weird. Ok, anyway! This morning I got up at 4:45 am to go and ready the pastry case, clean, etc. our store because the CEO of Starbucks, yes, that’s what I said, STARBUCKS was coming. Not just our area or state, but the entire multi-billion dollar company C E O. His name is Jim Donalson. They chose our store,…
today is Holly’s birthday. what can i say? i called her parents and husband today…and on both answering machines/voice mails, i heard holly’s voice. i just wanted to keep calling and keep hearing her happy-go-lucky, loving voice. it was a gift for me to be able to hear her. i’m sure she’s never had a more magical, supernatural, loving birthday. she’s with our Father. she gets to sit at His feet and be clothed with his love and affection for…
A bright pink rose sits in a small glass vase in the center of my oven. It’s a beautiful rose. Just like Holly. As is the rose- Holly was full of life, loved by so many people, gorgeous to look at, but just as gorgeous on the inside. Dear, sweet Holly never knew a stranger. She reached out to any person, and she loved every one she met. Holly loved God, and she loved people. The rose that sits on…
