"God loves us, so He makes us the gift of suffering. Through suffering, we release our hold on the toys of this world, and know our true good lies in another world. We're like blocks of stone, out of which the sculptor carves the forms of men. The blows of his chisel, which hurt us so much, are what make us perfect. The suffering in this world is not the failure of God's love for us; it is that love in action. For believe me, this world that seems to us so substantial is no more than the shadlowlands. Real life has not begun yet." ("Shadowlands," p. 1)
Somebody looks awfully happy in this picture. Could it be, because she just hauled in this ginormous crustacean? It couldn't be just a nervous twitch because she was just told, "Watch out for those claws, these guys have been known to twist about and pinch you." Regardless, that's one big cheesy smile.
Now, do me a favor. Click to enlarge the photo. I double dare you.
Have you ever seen so many "smile lines" on one face? Holy cow. What's a girl to do? Never smile? I'll have to pratice my smile in the mirror. I shooting for a smile with three lines instead of four. Wish me luck. :)
Oh, and one more favor. Promise to never, ever mention anything to me about those crows feet.
Also, somebody needs to learn to photoshop. Looking at this photo makes me feel down right crabby.
Have a good weekend friends. Get out and do something fun with the ones you love.
Last week, I was the lucky recipient of a most happy package. It came courtesy of the hip and talented Jenn at www.youknowthatblog.com
She was celebrating her 100th post and I entered to win her drawing. And I won. Whoot! Whoot! I've never won anything before, so you can imagine my excitement.
She sent not one, but three mesh produce bags. Aren't they awesome? I love them. They are reusable so I can help out our planet. I love being green! I can assure you that these lovelies will not be gathering dust on my shelf.
Our cabin steward worked his magic every evening after we left our room.
Of course, this little bunny met his demise ten minutes later when I had to shower.
I wish the steward would have spent more time cleaning than making towel origamis. The day we arrived, I noticed little bits of "stuff" all over one area of the carpet. It was still there on the last day.
While we were waiting to disembark, I overhead a lady tell her friend that she had lined up all of her towel animals on the sofa in her cabin. Now that had to have taken up every inch of spare space in her room. Because, if you've ever been on a cruise ship, you know how small the cabins are. She went on to say that the towel folding demonstration was the highlight of her trip.
Um, yeah, okay lady. Somebody must have had a boring cruise.
We took two pieces of luggage with us to Alaska. And those babies were heavy. Like 50lbs worth. I know, because I weighed them. I took so much stuff. Too much in fact.
When we arrived at the check in counter, the Delta representative informed me that my bag was 3 lbs over the 50 lb weight limit.
She gave me two options to remedy my problem. I could a) pay $50 for an overweight charge or b) I could unzip my luggage right there on top of the ticket counter and try to figure what items, if removed, would bring the weight to what it needed to be. So that's what I did.
One particular gentlemen, who was next in line, was getting a little impatient. I mean alot impatient. His huffing and puffing was audible and I noticed that he was rolling his eyes. I immediately started apologizing and explained that I was only doing what I had been told to do by the Delta rep. And that meant unzipping my fat suitcase right there on the counter.
And it took under a minute to make the switch. So take that you mean huffy businessman.
Keeping in mind that whatever I removed would have to be carried in my backpack. (that already was straining my neck and shoulders) My first reaction was to take all of my undies and put them in the backpack. Seriously. But I was using the backpack in lieu of a purse and it contained my ipod, books, wallet, lipstick, Kleenex etc. I realized that if I did that, I would then have to worry about wrestling with undies while trying to find chapstick at the bottom of the backpack. Not a good idea folks. I was also aware that I had an "audience" and Mr. Impatient would more than likely be able to sneek a peek at my unmentionables while I was making the switcheroo, and I didn't want to give him that pleasure. So I quickly scratched that idea.
And just so you know, a pair of Nike tennis shoes and two books weigh 3 lbs.
On this trip I packed ALOT of things that didn't get much play. In retrospect I could have just packed two pairs of jeans and 4 shirts for the entire trip. I just kept wearing things again and again. I did make it a point to wear different shirts in different cities. Of course not until they passed the smelling of the armpits test.
So basically what I am saying is.....the only item that I changed daily was my undies. See, I'm not totally gross! Just semi gross! Oh, and I didn't have a ton to launder when I got home either. Happy! Happy!
So the moral of the story is "Be not so dumb my traveling friends. Travel light." My next trip I am gonna go light and fit everything in a carry on bag. It's a worthy goal but I may have a small problem. I have to take my own pillow with me when I travel. It's ludicrous I know, but the thought of having to sleep on a pillow after strangers would put me over the edge. Really folks I have smelled some "funky" pillows at hotels. So leaving it home isn't an option and it takes up quite alot of space. But I'm still gonna try!
I'll post pictures soon. Alaska is beautiul and was amazing.
On Saturdays, hubby hits the ground running. He's been like this for as long as I can remember. It's just the way it is. It's all that nervous energy, I think.
Early in our marriage this didn't set too well with me. The reason? He thought that I should get up early too. All because he wanted to "take on the day" and go do something fun. RIGHT NOW! Times a wastin!
I finally had to say, "Dear hubby, I love you so much and I don't want you to think you married a lazy bum, but for the love of "you know who", please do not disturb me until eight am. Or I'm gonna be a grouch with you." All day long.
Since then, he has obliged. Thank you, dear hubby.
Most Saturdays I would quickly brush my teeth, throw on a baseball cap, my sweats and away we'd go. Makeup? Who had time for makeup when you had a husband chomping at the bit to get the day going? So I kinda looked a like a slouch.... Every Saturday!
I didn't think hubby gave my less than stellar appearance much thought. That is until one Saturday he said, "I'll wait for you while you put on your makeup."
What? You don't like my au natural look? Freckles and all?
According to hubby, I looked "better with makeup"... "I mean more refreshed", he said. "Like I let you sleep in until 8:00 am refreshed". He went on to say that I looked completely different without makeup. Like a whole different person.
Wow. That bad, huh?
I know he didn't mean to hurt my feelings. But he did. And ever since, I've had this thing about makeup. Meaning, I try never to leave the house without it on. Even if it's just a little.
Lately, I've become weary of putting on makeup. Trying to make my lashes longer and fuller than they will ever be, has become such a bore. Really. It would be nice if we would all go without makeup. Imagine all the time that it would free up. Think of the money we would save. We'd all look the same. Sort of.
Then I'd be able to sleep in until 8:10am on Saturdays. That right there is enough to make me want to give it a go. So starting tomorrow I am boycotting my makeup drawer. Feel free to join me.
My only concern is that you, my friends, won't recognize me. Because Lord knows I'LL LOOK LIKE A WHOLE DIFFERENT PERSON WITHOUT IT! ;)