FALLing in love....

• This time of year has me thinking...
• About Fall!! I love Fall. Every year I FALL in love with the cooler temps, beautiful colors in the trees, the feeling to cuddle up with the honey and watch scary movies (with my hand covering my face and peeking through my fingers)
  
• I'm a scaredy cat! But I can own that-that's who I am. I jump at the thought of being scared. But I love this time of year for the fact of not only the weather but the fun and festive mood it brings out in everyone! I love it when adults get dressed up in costumes to join in the occasion of Halloween. It's like being a kid again. Pretending and being silly and enjoying the times with family and friends.
  
  I love hot apple cider and decorating for fall. I love chilly mornings and layered clothes and the sound of leaves under my feet. I love the changing of the trees and the metamorphosis of Mother Nature. It's a beautiful thing-it's like it put's a spell on me. As the leaves float out of the trees and fall to the ground it's as they are waving goodbye to summer.
  
  Every year I Fall in love...with Autumn!
  
  Speaking of falling in love.....
  

• Dear Sweet Man of Mine,
  
• I'm so glad God has graced me with you in my life. You are my best friend and everyday, with every conversation, with every hand hold, with every kiss, I fall in a little bit more in love. Today I am saying a prayer for the changing of seasons, for hot apple cider, for family and friends and FALLing in love... with you!
  

Brace Yourself, Ethel!

• This crazy trip called life can take it's toll on us ladies. We are all multi-task-ers. We are mothers, housekeepers, cooks, nurses, accountants, chauffeurs, teachers, counsellors, lovers, friends, sisters, daughters. All in 24 hours. It's exhausting.

• It can leave us feeling like this:
  
• At the end of the day when I look in the mirror, I sometimes feel like this:
  
  

  

  • Like a quote from my favorite movie, "Time marches on and eventually you realize it's marching across your face."
  • So I'm pondering a new beauty regimen I'm going to be starting. I want to be one of those women who age gracefully and don't go under the knife to continue appearing youthful. My mom is one of those ladies. She swears by the little pink bar soap every day to wash her face. Then she uses what I will refer to as Oil of Delay beauty cream.
  • So what's the deal with smile lines? Don't we want to appear as throughout our life so far that we have smiled?? After all at the end of the day, If I go to the mirror and look at myself and critique myself, am I really going to say" Dang, look at those lines around my eyes and mouth, it looks like I've been....dare I say.....smiling???!!!" Shouldn't our focus only be on frown lines? I have to catch myself when I feel my self frowning. I am starting to get an indentation (keeping it real, ladies) and it is becoming deep. So when I feel myself frowning, I stop. But we don't wanna look as we have been stoic. Botox-ing all our facial lines out makes you look like you have had ZERO personality and the sense of humor of a fence post.
    
    My friends think I don't have the wrinkles I should. Don't hate:) but at the same time, I have a girlfriend that has already botox-ed. I have another friend that is OBSESSED about her wrinkles. I try to listen and be there for her...
    
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  But at the end of the day you can only do what you can do...use your cream. Wash your face, use your Oil of Delay....
  
  

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  Look in the mirror and feel pretty...
  
  
  

• Remember the lines on your face say something. The times you laughed, the times you cried, when you were angry. It tells your story.
• Your story says you're beautiful. When you look in the mirror remind yourself who created you to be: this beautiful being, the one He created you to be.
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• " That person who is striking & beautiful is not always good, but that person who is good is always beautiful."
• -Christian quote

Cry baby...

• Ever had them? Days you feel like crying or can't keep the tears back no matter how hard you try? My tear levy's never hold. They always break and the flood of tears comes rushing. I am a wear my heart on my sleeve kind of gal. It's one of my biggest downfalls.
  

• The weather hasn't helped those blah feelings either. I think it must be in my same funk of a mood. Raining off and on as if the sky is having it's own crying spell.
• I'm hoping the skies will break away and let me see the sunshine. Maybe then my oh-so- gloomy-poor-me mood will dissapper and my sunshine-y smile will return.
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  Anyone know a sunshine dance instead of the proverbial rain dance?
  
  
  

Have a Cupcake...

• Take the cupcake. You know you want to. It's a treat from your blogging friend. It's fat free! We are celebrating a special occasion, it would be rude not to take one.




• What's the occasion, you ask?




• Well....

• 100 posts!!! Yay! I'm so excited! I know your first one hundred posts out in Bloggieland is a big deal, so I'm really proud.


• But it HAS been over 3 weeks since I posted. My first thought was to have my son write my 100th post. But after days and days of him pondering over it I threw caution to the wind and decided just to do it myself. But please look forward to an upcoming post by my bright young boy, because he assures me it will happen.


• I want to make more time for my blog, I miss it when I'm away from it. So here I sit, for whatever readers do check in and I will commit to at least 2 posts a week. That doesn't seem like much- but YOU try sitting down to a blank computer screen twice a week and see how easy it is. Insert sweet but sarcastic smile here. Plus I'm starting to feel like the Radio DJ Delilah, because I try to add a song that fits the post. So each song on my playlist means something. Which was fun at first but sometimes is dificult.


• So, in honor of this big event, I decided to look back and reminisce. No, not over my blog but happy things I remember throughout my childhood. Recently, when looking at a local small town paper my man of mine saw a column called I Remember. So he suggested I do my own short I Remember. So here goes:

• I Remember
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• My Grandma Iris' smell. Avon perfume. But it smelled good on her sweet self.
• Jelly shoes
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  Rubix cube
• Swatch Watches
• Cabbage Patch kids
• Pot Roast smell coming home after church on Sunday
• Naps on the weekend laying on the couch while my dad watched Public television (good napping TV)
• Hula hoops (mine was peppermint scented) I was a hula hoop master!
• Roller skates with the ball stop in the front.
• Jaws. Gave me nightmares for years.
• My obsession with stickers and sticker books
• Getting up at 5 am when there was just a light dusting of snow to listen to our local radio station to see if school had been cancelled
• Rave hair spray
• Thundercats
• My Wonder Woman underwear. Don't ask and stop laughing Jason.
• Leg Warmers
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• Reading all the Nancy Drew books
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• My synthesizer on my electric mini keyboard. Hey, don't knock it. I rocked it out.
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• ATARI
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• Poodle perms
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• Ghetto blasters
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• Going to pick out my kitten, Buffy, at the animal shelter. He was my best friend til he died at 15. May he rest in pet heaven in peace. Love you, Buff!
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• Going cruising with my sister, but she made me lay down in the hatchback so nobody could see me. *Insert image of me sticking my tongue out at my sister when she's not looking*
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• My beloved Speak and Spell
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• My tree house my Daddy built me
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• Pillow people
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• Operation, the game. Scared the crud out of me too. Hated that game. Think my aversion to it was related to my can of biscuits theory. If you are new to my blog then you have no idea what I'm talking about. See Post titled, "Big Bang Theory."
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• Garbage Pail Kids. Those things freaked. me. out.
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• My sister letting me watch the Exorcist while under her care. Took me years to heal.
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• Goonies
• My crush on River Phoenix
• My little baton wand that had sparkles on the inside and streamers on each side. It was purty.
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• Saturday breakfast once a month with just me and my Daddy
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• Holding my mom's hand on the way to school
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• The Wonder Years
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• Playing at the creek on my parents property. I wanted to live there. Next to the creek with my dollies.
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• Rubber bracelets. All colors. Wearing lots of them at once.
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• My mom letting me pick what I wanted for my birthday dinner and me always choosing her chicken fried steak and mashed potatoes. Every year. The mess she had to make. Her cooking was and still is amazing.
• Cartoons on Saturday mornings
• My diary with a lock
• My fear of grasshoppers
• Worrying about when I would become an adult and forget all of the above.
• So-here's to memories. Here's to my blog. Here's to 100 more posts. Here's to you. As I wipe tears from my overly sentimental eyes. It's my bloggie and I'll cry (happy tears) if I want to!!!!


• Smiles.