tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73240616316224744162024-03-13T13:07:35.790-07:00Living Well NowMelissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02492211458221452831noreply@blogger.comBlogger55125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324061631622474416.post-43284295701297693472012-01-20T21:50:00.000-08:002012-01-20T22:14:05.265-08:00All by MyselfAbout six months ago I decided to enter the world of online dating. I wasn't having much luck in my good old hometown, considering most people who live here are married. Upon hearing several success stories I signed up for an account.<br /><br /> I always thought online dating would be my last, desperate attempt to get a guy. I also thought that I would instantly meet my soul mate. I don't know what I was thinking, maybe I just flat out wasn't.<br /><br /> The first guy that I communicated with was very handsome and successful. I was flattered and enjoying the conversation. I began picturing in my head what it would be like to date him. (Yes, before I even went on a date. I know.) Then one day, he just stopped communicating. This scenario was repeated about a million times during my online dating career. Fortunately I learned to quit picturing anything.<br /><br /> There were also a lot of... um interesting people. Like the forty year old who was divorced and had custody of his children and then had random miscellaneous kids living with him. Or the occasional I'm stuck in the eighties person.<br /><br /> In total I received around 350 matches in the six months I was on there. Want to guess how many dates I ended up going on? Go ahead guess.<br /><br /> One. I went on one date. I considered it successful because he wasn't a murderer and I didn't embarrass myself. Unfortunately, we just weren't a good match.<br /><br /> I had already decided to not renew before this. It's expensive and wasn't worth it. Plus I've decided, if it's meant to be it will happen.<br /><br /> And besides, the older I'm getting the more I realize that being by yourself isn't as scary as it seems. It can actually be exciting and self-confidence boosting when you do something by yourself. For now I can say this part of my life definitely doesn't suck.<br /><br /> I've experienced things that people who marry young typically don't. I've stayed in a foreign country by myself, taken photography classes, learned how to do my taxes, I'm about to buy a car on my own. I can't describe the feeling of independence I get when I get to do these things on my own and one day I'll have to give up some of this. So for now, I'm a single lady. And I'm going to enjoy it.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02492211458221452831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324061631622474416.post-17794457831741917502012-01-14T19:41:00.000-08:002012-01-14T19:56:51.356-08:00Not What I ExpectedI remember when I was in the second grade my family decided to move. We had picked out a new house in a new city, it was only fifteen minutes away but when you're eight that's a world away. I was so excited, until reality set in. I can remember distinctly sitting on my mom's bed in the old house bawling because I didn't want to leave. She reminded me that I had voted to move, but that was little consolation at that point. I didn't want to leave the familiar.<br /><br /> Of course my parents had already sold the house (in one day!) and bought another. We moved into the new house and started going to school at a new school. At first I hated it. I couldn't make friends at my new school and it was way harder academically than my old one. All of my neighbors were old. At my previous house I had friends on either side of me. (On a completely unrelated note, they were really my fiances. Yes, both of them.)<br /><br /> With time I adjusted to the change. I made some awesome friends and the new house became my home. I even learned (somewhat) to keep up academically at my new school.<br /><br /> You see, I'm just not someone who likes change. Usually I like the idea of it, but the actual occurrence? No way. I like stability. Unfortunately I think sometimes that places me in a rut because even if something stinks it's familiar and stable.<br /><br /> But I don't want my life to pass me by just so I can have familiarity. I want my life to have excitement and passion. With the new year came resolutions to find both of those things. Resolutions are great. I must think so given that I have twelve of them. I also wanted to think of three words that describe what I'm looking for in 2012. I finally found them: progress, love, and faith.<br /><br /> Do you have any resolutions? Are you afraid of change like me?Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02492211458221452831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324061631622474416.post-12959482678288385662012-01-07T19:16:00.000-08:002012-01-07T19:22:48.151-08:00It's No Big DealIt's no big deal, but...<br /> <br /> The other day on my lunch break I went to Target to pick up some items I needed. I had no clue I would get such an awesome deal.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MMbzfQQVNC8/TwkLU6_thGI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ik5mQMQM2os/s1600/DSC_0419.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MMbzfQQVNC8/TwkLU6_thGI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ik5mQMQM2os/s320/DSC_0419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695095657848472674" border="0" /></a>That's right, I bought some Greek Gods (plural!) at Target for $4.29. Forget E-Harmony! I've always wanted to prance around Greece wearing a long, white dress and gold sandals. Call me Athena from here on out.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02492211458221452831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324061631622474416.post-34702503753243333512012-01-04T19:48:00.000-08:002012-01-04T20:06:52.624-08:00A Few of My Favorite ThingsOprah has a list of her favorite things, but since she doesn't have a talk show anymore I'm taking over. My favorite things are cheaper anyways. Here's my list in pictures.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CH0S11hHnDk/TwUgVZcXmgI/AAAAAAAAAJs/kj0KBCzmFMo/s1600/DSC_0088.JPG"><br /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o0ZfvOfohSo/TwUf3_zJm6I/AAAAAAAAAJg/0tfvFWRA6T8/s1600/DSC_0105.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o0ZfvOfohSo/TwUf3_zJm6I/AAAAAAAAAJg/0tfvFWRA6T8/s320/DSC_0105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693992350759099298" border="0" /></a>Sitting by a campfire,<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qh7zU6fQvO4/TwUfimlxSLI/AAAAAAAAAJU/GJ5oFJG1IsY/s1600/DSC_0107.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qh7zU6fQvO4/TwUfimlxSLI/AAAAAAAAAJU/GJ5oFJG1IsY/s320/DSC_0107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693991983214839986" border="0" /></a>A dog laying at my feet,<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qh7zU6fQvO4/TwUfimlxSLI/AAAAAAAAAJU/GJ5oFJG1IsY/s1600/DSC_0107.JPG"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4rTNEYpBFEs/TwUg81d_mII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Lr0M4r-gkMs/s1600/DSC_0088.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4rTNEYpBFEs/TwUg81d_mII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Lr0M4r-gkMs/s320/DSC_0088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693993533396981890" border="0" /></a>Laughing with friends,<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZFTjsfR4jE/TwUfQ-kKAcI/AAAAAAAAAJI/8_eXzxAH6Nk/s1600/DSC_0133.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZFTjsfR4jE/TwUfQ-kKAcI/AAAAAAAAAJI/8_eXzxAH6Nk/s320/DSC_0133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693991680412877250" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> And watching a baby sleep.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Beat that Oprah.<br /></div></div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02492211458221452831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324061631622474416.post-14905382051592283812011-12-17T20:05:00.001-08:002011-12-17T20:36:42.932-08:00My Christmas NewsletterI LOVE getting Christmas newsletters, but probably not for the same reason other people enjoy receiving them. What I enjoy the most is laughing at them. I know, that probably makes me a bad person and Santa isn't going to bring me any gifts this year but I've decided to write my own <span style="font-style: italic;"></span> newsletter to you anyway. This letter may or may not include what normal people leave out.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Dear Friends and Family,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The year of our Lord two thousand and eleven, has been the best year yet. Yes, I'm aware that I said last year was the best, but each year seems to just top the last one! Let me tell you of everything that has happened in this past year!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">First and foremost, I'm going to be an aunt. That has definitely been the best news of this year. I know I'm going to be the best aunt in the world because now my main goal in life is to spoil my sister's child.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Secondly, I almost moved out of my parent's house. That would have been a tragedy. Fortunately, they offered to let me stay for a little longer at the last minute. I'm sure my parents are just tickled to have me living with them for a few years more! Maybe I'll never move out. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Thirdly, much to my Grandmother G.'s dismay I am still single. Yes Grandma, I am aware that you dated a lot when you were younger. No, Grandma I'm not sure why I'm still single. Yes, Grandma I know I'm not getting any younger. STOP ASKING ME ABOUT DATING GRANDMA!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Um... Sorry to loose my cool for a moment there folks. I know I'll meet the perfect person at the perfect moment. Back to the newsletter.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Fourthly, I began working in another city. My job is very important. Although, I'm pretty sure the gas money and car repair bills are going to bankrupt me. You see, I need a new car but I'm too cheap to buy one. But nonetheless, my job is way awesome.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Lastly, I got a new dog. He's perfect. My dog knows how to sit, stay and lay down. He's also the cutest dog in the whole wide world. He most certainly has never pooped on the carpet and run away.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I know two-thousand and twelve is going to be an amazing year. Well, I'd like to say:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span>(Please do not be offended if you write a Christmas newsletter. I'm sure yours is great, I just happen to get some really weird ones.)Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02492211458221452831noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324061631622474416.post-41395129884154709502011-12-04T15:51:00.001-08:002011-12-04T16:00:11.324-08:00Starting OverYesterday I had an emotional breakdown. In the Lowe's parking lot. I became frustrated with how little I've accomplished in the two years I've been graduated from college. I saw all of my fears and failures set out in front of me. I bawled my eyes out.<br /><br />When I was finished sobbing I reached down in the cup holder and saw a quarter with Helen Keller on it. I suddenly realized that sobbing over my bad decisions wasn't worth it. If a blind and deaf woman can make something out of her life, so can I.<br /><br />I have everything I need: a loving family, a place to live, and a job. Plus I have a few bonuses like being able to hear and see. I need to be way more grateful.<br /><br />So, let's start this over. Yesterday, in the Lowe's parking lot, I decided to make some changes to the way I'm living my life. I'm going to find what I don't like in my life and work to change it. I'm throwing away regret and moving forward.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02492211458221452831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324061631622474416.post-1368304468538560202011-12-03T16:56:00.000-08:002011-12-12T04:25:49.567-08:00Plans B-Z<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="body">The way to get started is to quit talking and begin doing</span>.<br />-Walt Disney<br /></div><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Please excuse the absenteeism in between posts. Things at work have been really busy and as a result, I've been really tired. Expect more posts this week.</span><br /><br />I've changed my mind. Again. This Saturday I was supposed to move, I didn't. At the very last moment my parents offered me the choice of living with them while I get my master's degree. I decided to take it.<br /><br />For <span style="font-style: italic;">me</span> getting a master's degree seems like a good decision. I'm hoping to get my master's in HR. I want to be involved in training, which is something I really love.<br /><br />I'm also making some life changes like I mentioned in my previous post. For one, I'm going to try a spinning class tomorrow morning. I hope it isn't as hard as I've heard it to be. I'll never know until I try. I'm also going to try yoga again. We'll see, I'm really bad about sitting still.<br /><br /> I'm hoping to find a new place to volunteer. I've become pretty selfish lately and I want to gain some perspective on just how blessed I am. Even if sometimes I feel like I have bad karma.<br /><br />I've started taking some supplements that Dr. Oz suggest for depression relief. I'm not severely depressed at all, I just the blues a little too frequently. I also tend to get really anxious about things. I try to hide it but if you know me well, you've seen it in action.<br /><br />(Is it weird that I am in love with Dr. Oz? I think he just has a charismatic personality.)<br /><br />Change needs to happen in my life. I want to make new friends and try new things. If I have time, I even want to take a French class. I'll let you know how it goes.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02492211458221452831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324061631622474416.post-9653413164137743502011-12-01T19:04:00.000-08:002011-12-01T19:32:14.259-08:00My First CarI remember getting my first car, I suppose everyone remembers that day. It was Mothers Day weekend. I was 17 years old and a junior in high school. My grandma had decided to get a new car, so my dad purchased her car for me.<br /><br />The car was already seven years old, but it was a cute two door Pontiac. Even more important, the car was mine. No longer did I have to drive my mom's humongous Expedition. It had heated leather seats and a moon roof. I was so proud of that car.<br /><br />Today I'm still cruising in my Pontiac. It's gained thousands of miles and a few dings. Funny story about one of those dings: in high school my dad backed into my car and asked me when I had hit a car. I panicked, but after a few minutes he let me know what had happened. I still have an imprint of his trailer hitch in my front bumper.<br /><br />Some of my friends got brand new cars in high school. Even now as my friends and I get older a lot more are getting new cars. It's what is expected after all. But what about me?<br /><br /> The leather is coming apart, it rains inside, the speakers don't work when it rains, and the windows roll up when they feel like it. Oh and a couple months ago I had some siding fall off in my driveway. But it's still MY car.<br /><br />You see, my car may be falling apart but I own it. Not the bank and not some dealership. I'm not paying interest on a new car. I'm too stubborn for that.<br /><br />Sure that guy over there who has the Mercedes Benz looks approximately 1,000 times cooler than me, but we have something in common. Four wheels that get us from point A to point B. So even though sometimes I'm embarrassed, I think I'll keep my trusty rusty until death do us fall a part.<br /><br />Here's to old cars and memories.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02492211458221452831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324061631622474416.post-30175218953258086632011-11-30T18:56:00.000-08:002011-11-30T19:11:12.428-08:00An Early ResolutionLately work has been very stressful. When I'm stressed, I eat. My favorite type of food to eat when I'm stressed is anything that contains refined sugar. Even when I'm not stressed I love to eat sugar.<br /><br />Unfortunately sugar isn't good for the body. Every afternoon I crash and it seems the more sugar I eat, the more I want. I can't keep eating sugar the way I do without consequences.<br /><br />Sugar contains a lot of empty calories. Even though I wear scrubs to work everyday I can feel my waistline expanding. Despite the fact that weight isn't typically an issue for me, I need to watch my waist. Who knows when my metabolism will run away to Bermuda without me?<br /><br />Eating too much sugar has always seemed to be an issue for me. My freshman year of college was particularly stressful and I ate too much sugar. I got to the point where my pants didn't fit like they did in high school (they never did again). I decided to give up sugar for lent (even though I'm not Catholic) and I made it! I was so proud of myself.<br /><br />I want to do that again, unfortunately it's not lent. So during one of the most sugar laden holidays, I'm going to give up sugar. That's right for the whole month of December I'm passing on the sweets. No cookies, cakes, candy, ice cream, doughnuts, or brownies. The only thing I will not be giving up is my grandma's wassail on Christmas day.<br /><br />This is going to be hard. I have tried this before and not made it, but I want to give it a second try. I know my quality of life will be better for it.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02492211458221452831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324061631622474416.post-9234726644668897152011-11-29T19:25:00.000-08:002011-11-29T19:48:33.399-08:00TodayToday I went to Whole Foods for the first time ever. It was as awesome as I expected.<br /><br />Today I'm exhausted from work.<br /><br />Today I was self-conscious about the fact that I usually don't wear a lot of make-up. If any.<br /><br />Today I ate like eight cookies. I stress eat by the way.<br /><br />Today I sang at the top of my lungs on the way home from work so I wouldn't fall asleep.<br /><br />Today I wanted to write a letter to my congressman, but I ran out of time.<br /><br />Today I was too tired to watch a TV show.<br /><br />Today I absent-mindedly walked around my neighborhood looking at Christmas lights with my dog.<br /><br />Today I learned interesting uses for used coffee grounds. Will blog about that later, if they work.<br /><br />Today I tried goats milk for the first time. It takes like goat cheese.<br /><br />Today I'm going to bed earlier.<br /><br />Today I made a decision about my eating habits.<br /><br />Tomorrow I will tell you about that decision and write that letter.<br /><br />What did you do today?Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02492211458221452831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324061631622474416.post-68484142709613000932011-11-28T17:41:00.001-08:002011-11-28T18:01:21.198-08:00My Lunch Breaks<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bkjIaPuTBWQ/TtQ7l1w9PdI/AAAAAAAAAI8/hY-fSKZ77v4/s1600/DSC_0204.JPG"><br /></a><br />I like to spend my lunch breaks outside when the weather permits it. Being inside all day can get really boring! Fortunately, there's a large park not too far from where I work. I bring my lunch and sit at a picnic table right by the creek where I like to people and nature watch. Sometimes I also bring my camera along to practice my photography skills.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cAnhbjiTewU/TtQ5fD__zgI/AAAAAAAAAIY/tieAz_uQXrM/s1600/DSC_0255.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cAnhbjiTewU/TtQ5fD__zgI/AAAAAAAAAIY/tieAz_uQXrM/s320/DSC_0255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680228235833495042" border="0" /></a>These trees are just plain gorgeous. I love the smoothness of their bark and the color of their leaves. We don't get a lot of color in our leaves down here in South Texas. On the other hand we've also been having a lot of clear, blue skies since we're in the middle of a drought. That's not something we typically get this time of year.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9HVSCeIdZcU/TtQ6xd-uGYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ms_Wcc0kdjo/s1600/DSC_0235.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9HVSCeIdZcU/TtQ6xd-uGYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ms_Wcc0kdjo/s320/DSC_0235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680229651556735362" border="0" /></a>This tree had already shed the majority of its bark.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bkjIaPuTBWQ/TtQ7l1w9PdI/AAAAAAAAAI8/hY-fSKZ77v4/s1600/DSC_0204.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bkjIaPuTBWQ/TtQ7l1w9PdI/AAAAAAAAAI8/hY-fSKZ77v4/s320/DSC_0204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680230551294655954" border="0" /></a>If I get tired of playing with my camera I walk around. While I'm walking I like to stop and look at these large sculptures in the park. You can call this number on the sign, give it the code to the corresponding sculpture and listen to the artist talk about it! How awesome is that.<br /><br /> It's not often that I get bored on my lunch breaks. What do you like to do on your lunch breaks?Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02492211458221452831noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324061631622474416.post-22453516109419198272011-11-28T17:31:00.000-08:002011-11-29T04:07:05.467-08:00You Might Be a Tree Hugger If...For an entire year I washed my hair with baking soda and vinegar instead of shampoo. It's biodegradable after all and it was really good for my hair. I've also used egg and mayo. Right now, I use organic shampoo.<br /><br />I really want to live in a yurt. Not kidding. If I had found some good land for sale I would have done it with this move. Maybe the next one?<br /><br />I think animals should be treated humanely. I try to only buy eggs from free range chickens and milk products from animals who were treated kindly. I don't eat meat too often, but when I do I prefer for it to be organic.<br /><br />I am a recycling maniac. I bring home stuff from work to recycle (ink cartridges, boxes, paper, etc.)<br /><br />I have tried to convince someone in my family to not cut down a tree by threatening to chain myself to it. It didn't work and he wasn't amused.<br /><br />I like protests as long as they are peaceful.<br /><br />I prefer organic produce.<br /><br />I'm not afraid to say it: I'm somewhat of a modern day hippie. I love being environmentally friendly. It's just who I am.<br /><br />What do you do to embrace your modern day hippie?Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02492211458221452831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324061631622474416.post-75192085687995753912011-11-27T12:25:00.000-08:002011-11-27T12:39:25.288-08:00I'm MovingNext month, which is only a few days away (!), I'm going to be moving. I've been living with my parents the past two years since I graduated college. I couldn't find a job when I graduated, so my parents let me move into their house. It was something they said they would never do, but I had no money.<br /><br />In the four months after graduating I substitute taught and worked for the family business. Then I taught for a year. Now I'm working at my aunt's audiology practice. As a result of all these jobs, I'm finally financially independent.<br /><br />So I'm moving. I've been driving an hour to and from work. It's exhausting. Fortunately, I found an apartment only 10 minutes away from work. I'm excited, scared, and sad to move all at the same time. I've been financially dependent for so many years that I hear a voice in the back of my head saying "You're going to go bankrupt." I hope not, I've been financially conservative the whole time I've lived with my parents.<br /><br />I'm not ready to settle down and be an adult, even though I already am one. Financial independence and the ability to pick up and leave whenever I want is something I love. But it's time.<br /><br />In order to help with the rent, I'm hoping to launch a side job soon. I'll tell you more about that as soon as I have it ready. This is a little scary, yet I know it will be exciting.<br /><br />Thanks Mom and Dad for all of the support y'all have given me throughout college and my numerous career changes (and the ones I'm sure that will still be to come!).Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02492211458221452831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324061631622474416.post-76772414682300010582011-11-26T17:52:00.000-08:002011-11-26T19:49:20.112-08:00Candle MakingYesterday I decided on a whim to start making candles after reading an article about a gentleman who made them. It seemed like an interesting hobby to add to my long list of already tried hobbies. So I went to Hobby Lobby and purchased a candle making kit. It contained everything I needed.<br /><br />Today I decided to go ahead and give it a try. It really wasn't that hard at all! I did make a few mistakes, but that tends to happen when I try something new. Tomorrow I'm going to try a few new methods to correct some problems.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ix70S5PhWug/TtGxqjp3nPI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Wl8rRoh9_m4/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ix70S5PhWug/TtGxqjp3nPI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Wl8rRoh9_m4/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679515949774380274" border="0" /></a>This is the first candle I made with my mother and brother. It needed more coloring (I wanted it bright red) and more scent. It also sank in the middle, so my mom read on the internet how to fix that. We'll try the new method tomorrow.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fctte2nRpi4/TtGyOX24xWI/AAAAAAAAAIM/KTxgU1I2P60/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fctte2nRpi4/TtGyOX24xWI/AAAAAAAAAIM/KTxgU1I2P60/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679516565083047266" border="0" /></a>This is the second candle I made with my mom. I learned a few things on this one. First, if you don't seal the bottom of the mold properly, hot wax will pour all over your counter. Oops. Second, adding more scent and coloring was a good idea. Third, patience is a good thing. I think the reason this one turned out slightly better is because I didn't shove it into the fridge as soon as the first candle.<br /><br />I'm hoping to make this a regular thing. I also would like to make some extra money, so I'm thinking this may be the way to do it.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02492211458221452831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324061631622474416.post-38865723910072445732011-11-25T17:26:00.001-08:002011-11-25T18:07:23.226-08:00Black FridayI love Black Friday. I love all of the commotion and excitement. I love that they changed the time from 4 a.m. to 12 a.m. Most of all I love the deals!<br /><br />I went to Target this year. I was supposed to go get coffee at 9:30 and then get in line at Target at 10 p.m., but when I drove by I saw tons of people in line. I decided to go get in line right away. It was a good decision. My friend Brittani brought me my coffee in line. Thanks Brittani!<br /><br />Fortunately, there were interesting people on both sides of me. One was a stay at home mom and the other was interested in the A&M vs. UT game. Otherwise I would have been bored to death. My brother also texted me the scores for the A&M and UT game to keep me entertained.<br /><br />People kept trying to cut in line, but everyone was good about not letting people in. When I got in I ran (I mean walked very quickly.) to the places I needed. All in all I was out in 15 minutes! I didn't even have to wait in line for check out. Target has their stuff together! Here's what I got.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrL3gfCz4hQ/TtBE4hQvFjI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/v-0Vss-SKeU/s1600/DSC_0002.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrL3gfCz4hQ/TtBE4hQvFjI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/v-0Vss-SKeU/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679114867906123314" border="0" /></a>This throw is normally $34.99 and I snagged it for $20.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dZNdoZEAX5s/TtBHHv0auPI/AAAAAAAAAHc/upc82TWX4Kg/s1600/DSC_0001.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dZNdoZEAX5s/TtBHHv0auPI/AAAAAAAAAHc/upc82TWX4Kg/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679117328535173362" border="0" /></a>I bought these sheets for around $15 or so. I can't remember and I am too tired to grab my receipt. I think they are normally around $24.99, but none of the pictures in the ad look exactly like it.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WbEx2nRT4hk/TtBH9HwA21I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ex_33vWBhtU/s1600/DSC_0002.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WbEx2nRT4hk/TtBH9HwA21I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ex_33vWBhtU/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679118245492218706" border="0" /></a>I bought two pillows, they came tied together for $9.99. Normally they are $19.99.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eN4f2YoGHns/TtBIsrbgdpI/AAAAAAAAAH0/04MEDraIdc8/s1600/DSC_0381.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eN4f2YoGHns/TtBIsrbgdpI/AAAAAAAAAH0/04MEDraIdc8/s320/DSC_0381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679119062523737746" border="0" /></a>Lastly I bought this present here. It's my brother's gift. I'm not going to say what it is, but it's pretty darn cool. Originally it was $99.99 , but last night it was $64.99. That is way more affordable.<br /><br />If you total it up, my estimated savings would be a total of $69! Totally worth it in my opinion.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02492211458221452831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324061631622474416.post-11887606944139678972011-11-22T19:00:00.000-08:002011-11-22T19:24:45.872-08:00Changing the White BalanceHave you ever thought about how different lighting can change the color you see? Yeah I didn't think about it either. At least not until I took my photography class. Now I know, light sources make a huge difference.<br /><br />I guess I had thought about it a little because in my house, I use CFLs which produce a different color than incandescent bulbs. I decided to play with the white balance (which is normally just on auto) in my camera. Look at the difference.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lsc0uNPES9w/TsxjsSjNUvI/AAAAAAAAAGs/WGaVpGN_6I8/s1600/DSC_0175.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lsc0uNPES9w/TsxjsSjNUvI/AAAAAAAAAGs/WGaVpGN_6I8/s320/DSC_0175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678022842752258802" border="0" /></a>This first photo was taken under the incandescent setting. Notice the blue look it had to it? That was not what I was looking for.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DQMQkAznvcw/TsxlWQGh7lI/AAAAAAAAAG4/41oGit6NrU0/s1600/DSC_0176.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DQMQkAznvcw/TsxlWQGh7lI/AAAAAAAAAG4/41oGit6NrU0/s320/DSC_0176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678024663161237074" border="0" /></a>This next photo was taken under the fluorescent setting. This looks way closer to what I was seeing when I was taking the picture.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xkwimYVvxqc/TsxmxK4eIsI/AAAAAAAAAHE/D_HOgIeFqd0/s1600/DSC_0174.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xkwimYVvxqc/TsxmxK4eIsI/AAAAAAAAAHE/D_HOgIeFqd0/s320/DSC_0174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678026225128186562" border="0" /></a>This was taken under the shade setting. This is my favorite out of the three. I also happen to be holding the camera a little more straight in the picture, which is always helpful. (I really want that dang tripod!)<br /><br />I still have a long way to go before my pictures look professional, but I'm definitely learning!Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02492211458221452831noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324061631622474416.post-22099338033855949702011-11-21T19:03:00.000-08:002011-11-21T19:38:42.315-08:00Money Doesn't Grow on TreesI recently went to a photography workshop in Houston. I learned some pretty awesome things about photography and I definitely love my hobby even more now because of it. Unfortunately I couldn't help think: why the heck did I chose one of the most expensive hobbies ever?<br /><br />If you know me, you know I'm tight with my money. I guess I'm just going to have to compromise.<br /><br />Anyways, in addition to the new information, I also learned that I "need" so much more stuff. Here are a few of the things that I want over the next year or so.<br /><br />5. A new camera. This may just be a case of the go big or go home mentality, but I really want a new camera even though I don't really need one. Here's the one I want:<br /><br /> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rMIQuowILu0/TssTNTG7KyI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CWi04tdd3dI/s1600/353_25468_D7000_front.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rMIQuowILu0/TssTNTG7KyI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CWi04tdd3dI/s320/353_25468_D7000_front.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677652874419186466" border="0" /></a>(photo courtesy of Nikon, obviously)<br /><br />4. A speed light system. I haven't researched enough to know a lot about it, but I want one nonetheless.<br /><br />3. A wide angle lens.<br /><br />2. A tripod so I can take more pictures without them being blurry. This isn't the one I want, but it looks cool.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JxpBhNlcptk/TssVLp07oZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/XK2eU-MQtYM/s1600/gp8-bh2-feat-with-cam.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JxpBhNlcptk/TssVLp07oZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/XK2eU-MQtYM/s320/gp8-bh2-feat-with-cam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677655045181251986" border="0" /></a>(photo courtesy of GorillaPod)<br /><br />1. A telephoto lens. I LOVE photos with blurred backgrounds, so I'm really wanting a nice telephoto lens. This one only goes to 85mm, but gets f/3.5-5.6. This is what I plan on getting for Christmas. I'll have to sell my old film camera in order to get it, but hopefully it will be worth it!<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D5nfQomjIsU/TssYU5duCnI/AAAAAAAAAGg/cZCQkkM2FWA/s1600/AF-S%2BDX%2BNIKKOR%2B16-85%2Bmm.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D5nfQomjIsU/TssYU5duCnI/AAAAAAAAAGg/cZCQkkM2FWA/s320/AF-S%2BDX%2BNIKKOR%2B16-85%2Bmm.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677658502532565618" border="0" /></a>(photo courtesy of Nikon)<br /><br />As I'm sure you can see, I will need a second job to support my hobby. Anyone hiring?Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02492211458221452831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324061631622474416.post-79438746887534019652011-11-20T17:40:00.000-08:002011-11-20T19:43:54.867-08:00Scout's the Name<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9r22dEoRQ54/TsnFEpW6jPI/AAAAAAAAAFM/bH_H8E4yOlw/s1600/IMG_0062.JPG"><br /></a><br />My new dog's name is Scout. I forgot to tell you that yesterday. And just in case you happen to love my dog as much as I do, you're in luck. Here's another picture. It took me awhile to get a good one, I had to use the telephoto lens because anytime I get close to him he wants to come to me. As in he wants to be right in my face.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9r22dEoRQ54/TsnFEpW6jPI/AAAAAAAAAFM/bH_H8E4yOlw/s1600/IMG_0062.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9r22dEoRQ54/TsnFEpW6jPI/AAAAAAAAAFM/bH_H8E4yOlw/s320/IMG_0062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677285488889335026" border="0" /></a>Isn't he cute?<br /><br />He loves to stay close to me, which makes me happy. At first he liked my littlest brother, Josh, more. Until today I also thought he preferred another brother over me as well. That is until he bit said brother on the rear. ;) That's what he gets for rough housing with me in front of the dog.<br /><br />My sister's dogs came down for the weekend. Her big dog, Hank, and my dog had tons of fun running around and even going for a swim in the pond. I wish I had good pictures to show you, but I'm still working on my action photography.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02492211458221452831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324061631622474416.post-83105831934096690032011-11-17T19:38:00.000-08:002011-11-19T19:58:17.787-08:00My Discount DoggieI made an impulse decision the other day. I adopted a dog. I had been wanting a dog for awhile because pretty soon I'm going to be living all by myself.<br /><br />Two of my friends and I were looking for a Christmas tree. I knew that the SPCA would be there, but I had already looked for a dog there. We went and looked anyway. There was this cute medium dog there who was very friendly. We eventually moved on to continue our tree search, but my mind was stuck on the dog.<br /><br />The volunteer had told me that he had been at the shelter for awhile. I couldn't figure it out, he was really cute. So I made a phone call. "Mom, can you come look at this dog at the mall?"<br /><br />I'm perfectly incapable of making a decision without at least 5 million opinions, so she came up there and he turned into a complete marshmallow. He definitely isn't as hyper as I thought he was.<br /><br />It turns out that he was on sale for $35 since he had been at the shelter too long. That was the extra push I needed. First off I didn't have to pay as much and secondly I was saving him from being put down.<br /><br />So now I have this super cute mutt sitting next to me gnawing on my hand. I'm loving it.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8GfNFGRnWgU/TsXVfZ1-P-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/vM-PlkOReQA/s1600/DSC_0290.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8GfNFGRnWgU/TsXVfZ1-P-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/vM-PlkOReQA/s320/DSC_0290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676177640860303330" border="0" /></a>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02492211458221452831noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324061631622474416.post-80120196382882677942011-09-25T19:44:00.000-07:002011-09-26T04:06:38.434-07:00All The Small Things<span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;" >Patience isn't my thing. I hate doing puzzles of any sort because they take too much time and I never can get them right. I also hate when frustrating things happen period. I get frustrated so easily. As a result, I think this verse sounds a little bit like insanity:<br /><br /></span> <div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;" >My brethren, count it all joy when you fall into various trials, knowing that the testing of your faith produces patience. But let patience have its perfect work, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking nothing.</span><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;" >James 1:2-4<br /><br /></span> <div style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;" >Count it all joy when you fall into various trials? You mean that I should be joyful whenever things that flat out stink happen?<br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia;">I understand that at the end of the day all of the problems I have will be helpful in my development of patience. But my goodness I have a long way to go. I get so angry sometimes over the little inconveniences of life. I recognize that my behavior over the little things is stupid.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">But what about the hard things? These apostles were no stranger to hardships, yet they "say count it all joy." I've had to do things lately that are just a fraction of what they had to do.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">I can't tell you everything that has gone on in my life recently, but I can tell you it has been frustrating. From my car costing me waaaay more than I want to pay to having to decide what really matters in life. I have been living in the one step forward five million steps backward land.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">For instance, this entire month I've had to spend all of my paychecks PLUS some money I've had in savings on my car. I get stuck in a stupid cycle that goes something like this: Why am I working? Oh that's right, so that I can put fuel in my car, repair it, buy clothes, eat food, etc. Why do I do all of that? So that I can go to work...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Are you getting a small picture of my frustration? </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">But I have some big changes coming. I can't tell you about them right now, but I promise I will soon. And there's also the hope that comes from Christ. Nothing we do on this earth is futile if we do it for Christ. I just need to remember that.</span><br /><br /><br /></div></div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02492211458221452831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324061631622474416.post-53106968301037835662011-08-19T19:41:00.000-07:002011-08-19T19:49:58.902-07:00Just Some ThoughtsI know it's been a looooooong while, but I've been busy and my mind has been cluttered. I've actually started writing multiple times, but it's all been a little too heavy. So here are some random thoughts:
<br /><ul><li> I have the same haircut now as I did when I was 10 or so. Madeline the movie came out and I wanted my hair cut just like hers.
<br /></li><li>I turned twenty-four and woke up crying on my birthday. Thank God one of my best friends called me and turned my day around.
<br /></li><li>I started a new job. I'm working as an assistant to an audiologist.</li><li>I am finally taking in person real estate classes!!!</li><li>I'm trying to write a book.
<br /></li><li>I've been pretty darn happy lately, despite having a mental breakdown around my birthday.</li><li>I'm really excited for what life has in store. I'm planning on visiting my Compassion International sponsor children eventually. SUPER EXCITED!</li><li>And now I will continue plucking my eyebrows. And sneezing</li></ul>The end.
<br />Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02492211458221452831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324061631622474416.post-79084257925841485862011-08-13T06:55:00.000-07:002011-08-19T19:51:07.699-07:00A Lot of Questions and A Couple AnswersThis weekend I was supposed to go to a weekend class, but in between commuting to work and going to weekend classes I'm tired. I don't regret my decision to take the day of and relax. I've been reading <i>Eat, Pray, Love</i> and reading the Bible. As a result, I'm in a very contemplative mood. I got out a piece of paper and began writing some questions that I've had floating around my head. Questions like "Who am I and who do I want to be?" and "Who is God and who does He want me to be?" or "How can I most glorify God during my time on this earth?" <div>
<br /></div><div>I turned to Psalms 51 and began reading a scripture written by David. I love David, we've got so much in common. I too have been a king being chased by the other king who wants to kill me. Okay, so maybe all we have in common is God and general humanness. Either way this scripture hit me.</div><div> </div><div> <i>"Behold, You desire truth in the inward parts,</i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span> And in the hidden part You will make me to know wisdom,</i></div><div><i> Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean;</i></div><div><i> Wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.</i></div><div><i> Make me hear joy and gladness,</i></div><div><i> That the bones You have broken may rejoice."</i></div><div><i> Psalm 51:6-8</i></div><div>
<br /></div><div>God has definitely broken my bones in my lifetime. Let's be honest here. If you know me, you know I am not happy go lucky. I have a tendency towards being overly thoughtful and a fighter. I wrestle with thoughts about life and think big thoughts. To me the world isn't black and white. And yes, the girl who grew up with a wonderful family who gave her everything she could ever need leans towards depressed most of the time. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>Recently God has broken my bones by taking away hope that I had. It was hope in the wrong thing. I was hoping that I would get a boyfriend soon. After twenty-four stinking years I was actually going to get it right. But then, the guy dropped off the face of the planet. I should have expected it by now. This isn't the first time to have this happen and this is exactly why I guard myself so much. This was my desperate attempt to get what I have hoped for so long. I've always wanted a family. But God has different plans for me and right now that plan involves being alone with Him. My God is jealous and rightly so. He uses difficult times and breaking of my security to lead me towards Him. In Him I can find my joy, my strength. He's all I need in life. Do I want more? YES! But I need to remember that my life is His. So here I am before You God, broken and desperate. My life is yours. </div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02492211458221452831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324061631622474416.post-27172385470343713132011-06-23T08:20:00.000-07:002011-06-23T08:34:31.034-07:00Where's My Charger?I have a cellphone charge (that I forget every time I travel), a laptop charger, a camera charger, and I even keep jumper cables in my trunk just in case my car battery needs to be recharged. But today I was wondering, where's my charger? I really need one right about now.<br /><br />You see, I'm tired. I haven't slept the past two nights. Even if I had before then I've just been tired. Sometimes I'm like the energizer bunny and I just keep going and going and going... but then sometimes I stop and do nothing productive whatsoever. I'm still tired then too.<br /><br />What does a girl have to do to get some genuine rest? I feel like sometimes I loose my personal charger too. You see God recharges me, but when life gets hectic I stop spending time with God and pick up a cup of coffee thinking that's what I really need. Or maybe when I have some downtime I stop to watch a TV show thinking this will give me rest. But it doesn't and neither does coffee.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">He restores my soul;<br /> He leads me in the paths of righteousness <br /> For His name’s sake. <br /> Psalm 23:3<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Really I need to be running towards God when my life gets hectic or when I get tired. God restores my soul and provides rest. For further reading on this subject I found <a href="http://www.jba.gr/Articles/jba2003_4.htm">this. </a>Hopefully I will get a better night's sleep tonight.<br /></div></div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02492211458221452831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324061631622474416.post-31802106785810858942011-06-20T19:01:00.000-07:002011-06-20T19:11:13.352-07:00If I Were My Lab<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1QKUA7wJo38/Tf_9F_y_GrI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QXz1Qro2ASg/s1600/DSC_0319.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1QKUA7wJo38/Tf_9F_y_GrI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QXz1Qro2ASg/s320/DSC_0319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620489139448126130" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">If I were my lab I would live my life a little differently.<br /><br />I would never yell at people I love.<br /><br />I would always show affection, even if they shove me away occasionally. (Sorry Ruthie but you just can't lick my armpit.)<br /><br />I would know my goals /passions and pursue them patiently. (For Ruthie: Chasing squirrels and opening peanut butter jars)<br /><br />I would think everyday was the best day ever.<br /><br />I would never count the calories.<br /><br />I wouldn't care what other people think of me, I would just have fun.<br /><br />I would seek to please the people I love.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I would forgive instantly.<br /><br />Aging wouldn't bother me the least bit.<br /><br />I would wait patiently for my Master wanting to bring Him happiness.<br /><br />If only I were more like that silly dog.<br /></div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02492211458221452831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324061631622474416.post-87076433948155484862011-05-27T13:15:00.000-07:002011-05-27T13:47:00.771-07:00Change Is ComingWednesday was my last day with my students. One of my classrooms is completely packed up. The other is almost finished. I'm pretty sad to leave. It was a hard decision to not return to teaching.<br /><br />I'm really going to miss the school, it's really a special place to work at. I'm going to miss my students. It's amazing how you form an affection for students even if they (at times) drive you crazy.They're funny and keep life interesting. They all have special qualities or traits that make them important to me. I still know that I made the right decision, but it still makes me sad.<br /><br />I'm thinking of moving to a different city, which is also a hard decision. I guess I just don't make any decisions easily. I'm hoping to be around more people in my age range. I also want to be able to expand my market too when I become a Realtor.<br /><br />I'm trying to trust God because this is a huge step for me. I don't like taking risks and this definitely is one. My grandma sent me a card that has this verse on it:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;">For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, says the LORD, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope.<br />Jeremiah 29:11<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;">And if God has intentions for me like this:<br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span>The thief does not come except to steal, and to kill, and to destroy. I have come that they may have life, and that they may have <i>it</i> more abundantly. <br />John 10:10<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Then I have nothing to worry about. God won't allow anything that isn't beneficial in my life.<br /></div><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></div><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></div><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02492211458221452831noreply@blogger.com0