It’s about time…

It’s Tuesday and that means that Sully is working in the office today.  Work has been a bit stressful for him over the last few weeks.  Every year his company threatens lay offs and everyone freaks out between September and December.  It’s a bit ridiculous how they use fear to control I mean, motivate the employees.  It doesn’t help that every year they host a huge employee retreat in Hawaii.  Supposedly it’s to reward people for sales and other accomplishments but it’s the same people every year.  This year they didn’t even try act like they were taking the top people.  Usually the top person from each area is invited, this year, they combined the top people from three areas and picked one name.    

So every year, either right before the retreat or right after they get back the lay- off talk starts.  About the same time each year, they shuffle around the bigwigs, some go but most of them just get a new title.  The whole thing is frustrating.

Sully came home annoyed, their whole group is giving up a telecommuting day.  It’s a bummer because it means we will be spending more money on gas and lunches.  It’s not a huge amount but the 25 mile one way trip adds up. 

The cost is a bummer, for sure but the real issue is the time.  Sully and I really treasure the time we have together and his being able to telecommute several times a week is one of the best things about his job.  We know firsthand that life is unpredictable and time is fleeting.  You never know what tomorrow will bring and that you have to make the most of now.  Nobody looks back on their life and thinks ‘I wish I had worked more.’   We are confident that we will be able to look back and feel comfortable that we took advantage of the time given to us together.  My parents met when they were 14 years old and got married at 22 and were happy until my mom passed at the age of 65.  Sully and I didn’t meet until I was 30, we both kind of feel like we have a lot of time to make up.

It’s just more incentive for me to write my book so he doesn’t have to worry.


Better, not bitter…

I saw this quote posted on Facebook and it made me think.  I have had some good things happen and I have also had my share of hard times.  It would be easy to sit and wallow in the misery of those hard times.  I have never been one to wallow for very long, ok, yeah, I definitely have my moments of self pity.  Those moments are short and I usually snap out of it to take care of everyone else.  At my father’s funeral people kept asking me how I was doing.  I just kept saying, “Hanging in there.”  I mean, honestly, how is anyone supposed to answer that question?  I was more worried about making the other person happy than answering with the truth.  It was a good thing though because it distracted me for a few hours.

All of those moments good and bad can change us either for better or for worse depending on how we deal with them.  I could focus on missing my father but instead I think about all of the memories and the lessons he taught me.  I could look back at bad decisions I made in my life and regret them, instead I how I made the right decisions to get back on track.  I focus on the positive, it’s the only way to keep moving forward.


The Price of Beauty…

I have spent the last day and a half looking at the Beautypedia website.  In my quest to take better care of myself I have decided to at least attempt to maybe wear makeup every once and a while.   I realized that I hadn’t bought mascara in years.  I have had new mascara, mind you, Faith gave me some Mary Kay mascara last year and my sister gave me a gift set the year before that had mascara.  The thing is though that in recent years there have been a lot of changes in regards to mascara.  There is plumping mascara, lengthening mascara, thickening mascara, waterproof mascara, non-clumping mascara, curling mascara and probably ten others that I didn’t mention.  It’s a little much just for gunk to put on your eyelashes.  I am not that picky, I want something that will stay on my eyelashes, mascara that separates my lashes and that I don’t have to use lighter fluid to get it off at night.  Oh, I also have no need for huge, fake looking Spider Lady of the Black Night eyelashes either.

In the reviews on Beautypedia, I noticed that they were keeping track of which companies test their products on animals.  I am actually surprised that so many companies are still doing this.  Being the owner of two rabbits, I can’t reconcile hurting animals for the off chance someone might look a little better.  My bunnies are sweet and loving, I would never want anything to happen to them.  (Why yes, I did say bunnies.  They are super adorable.  Check out the pictures!)

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My sweet bunnies, Cuba (left) and Dizzy (above).











I was happy to learn that Mary Kay and Revlon, the two cosmetic brands I have used the most in the recent past, do not test on animals.  I was not happy to see that Neutrogena. Cover Girl, and a host of others still do animal testing.  I am really disappointed with Neutrogena, which I have used  since high school but no more.  I am still on the hunt for a few things I need.  I will probably stick with Mary Kay or Revlon, I have liked them before and like them even more now that I know they aren’t hurting my bunny friends.

I am not a crazy animal activist.  PETA annoys me with their over the top reactions to things but I do love and care about animals and how they are treated.  I donate money to animal rescues and charities.  I do my best to help all animals and so, I will avoid buying products from companies that aren’t animal friendly.  It’s not worth hurting another living creature for any reason and especially not for fake beauty.


Positive reinforcement…

As I move into the third week of the new year and hopefully the new and improved me, I have noticed that some things work to motivate me and others do not.

Overall, I am not a negative person, I have my sarcastic moments like anyone else.  If someone is being a jerk I might have a few choice words for them but I try to stay on the happy side of things.   I don’t do well with being pushed, I tend to push back even if it’s detrimental to myself, I am that stubborn.   My mother used to make comments about my food choices, clothing choices or any number of things and most of the time I would listen.  If I thought she was pushing me though I would just keep on with what I was doing.  Not a great step in personal growth, I realize, maybe I thought she would stop or that I was somehow exerting my personal independence.  Regardless of my intention, it’s not the smartest reaction but it is what I do and I try to catch it when I can.

It makes sense then that I tend to react better with positive cues.  I am trying to give myself positive reinforcement.  I am working on making some goals for weight loss, if I lose ten pounds then I will get my ear pierced and other little rewards as I get closer to my goal.  In fact, I might look at my other goals and see if I can’t work on rewards for those, as well.  I have a lot to work on but at the same time I think my foundation is  pretty solid.  It’s taken me years to get to this point, it’s not surprising or unexpected that change is not going to happen overnight.


Hope and Faith

I try to use nicknames when I am talking about family and friends as to not involve them too much in my little ramblings.   As anyone reading this already knows, my husband and daughter go by Sully and Boo.  Since I am now involving my friend  in the blog, she needs naming as well.

We discussed, each throwing different ideas out and not really finding anything that we were thrilled with.  We took a break from our FB to chat to get some stuff done and decided that we would think on it and meet back later.  A little later I was folding laundry, the epitome of mindless activities and came up with Hope and Faith.

It fits us, my friend is Faith and I am Hope.  Faith is very active in her church and, appropriately,  faith is very important to her.  When she is down, she relies on her faith to help lift her up again.  I am Hope, and I am full of it… hope, I mean.  I might have times where I feel low but I am always, always full of hope.  I have my sarcastic moments but I am often annoyingly positive, usually annoying Sully who would much rather have a good rant about something.

It should be a fun year, the two of us rambling our way down the roads of change.    🙂