Wednesday, 21 May 2014

Jamaican Me Crazy!

Just over a year ago I discovered Essie brand nail polish and instantly fell in love.  What began with two colours has grown into a substantial collection.  My nails are rarely bare these days.
Why Essie?  It was all over Pintrist and so I just decided to try it one day.  The colour went on nice and their Go To Go top coat is the best ever.   Unless I do dishes or wash floors or do harsher-on-hands work it can last up to four days quite nicely.   However I often get bored after two or three days and change it up whether my nails need it or not.  To keep it simple I decided to stick with Essie, otherwise I'd just confuse myself with too many choices.

There are many nail polish obsessed based blogs ( is one) out there and I actually read them (nerdy, I know) before I consider buying a new colour.  At $8 a bottle Essie ain't cheap.  I'm not into analyzing the formula and comparing colours and all that, I'll leave that for the other blogs.  I'll likely just post a picture with a brief opinion and be done.

This colour here is called 'Jamaican Me Crazy'.  You can see a bright orange sale tag peaking out and that means I got this one for $5.  It's a great, rich, deep, pink that went on nice and easy.  It's a little too purple toned to match all my pink clothes which just means that I need to add to my collection!

Matchy Matchy

Two weeks ago I finally took some time for myself and went shopping with my mom.  With my recent weight loss and body changes many of my summer clothes no longer fit properly.  Not to mention the fact that most of my capri's and shorts were four to six years old.  I didn't go too crazy but managed to spruce up my summer attire.  I focused on pink and navy.  I even bought two pairs of new shoes and one of them is pink!

Naturalizer Bromstad Ursela Shoe
Yup.  These ones right here (by Naturalizer).   I love them.  But I love cute shoes.  I just can't afford too many because I also love good quality shoes.

Of course, as only I would, looking at my pink shoes, and new pink clothes, I say to my mom, "Now I have to get some pink glasses to match!"

I did just that!

(Glacee brand, by Alternative Eyewear, yes I got a deal, as always!)

I am also on the hunt for some really nice pink, Essie brand, nail polish. 

  I love to having matching outfits from my shoes, to my jewellery, to my glasses, to my nails. (more posts on my nail and glasses obsessions hopefully to follow)
It's fun and I feel good.

Sunday, 4 May 2014


(as written on a church bulletin)
I failed epically this morning.  
I felt completely unworthy to be a mom.  As hot, silent tears burned the corners of my eyes I kicked my bathroom cupboard several times during a very brief tantrum of frustrationI then took a deep breath and kept going.  What else could I do?

You see, Sierra and I battled.  Again.  I kept calm at first, attempted to work with her, but finally I lost it.


This is happening often lately.

Definitely not proud moments.

We made up; through our tears Sierra and I affirmed our love for each other. 
We managed to get ourselves into the vehicle, myself and the kids that is, and off to church.  Late by now, but we made it there anyway.  

As I sit here in church, unable to concentrate, I realize that is is not really Sierra that I am battling, it is Satan.  I don't believe Satan is battling through her but rather using her six-year-old antics to try and get to me.  He almost scored a small victory this morning because I was one outburst from the kids away from not attending church.  (Trevor was in the choir and had to go early)  Satan is constantly trying everything and anything to try and "get me".  Right now it is battling with my daughter. 

I pulled my thoughts out of myself and began to listen to the sermon.  Hmmmm.  How fitting, it is about keeping our eyes on Jesus.  Why? Jesus is the apostle, the high priest, my only unchanging anchor in an ever changing, fast paced world.  Jesus is my confidence and my hope and my reason for everything.  "Focus on Him!" says our pastor.  "Leave all you baggage in you vehicle or at home, you are in church now, focus on Jesus, and the rest will become insignificant."  

I left church refreshed.  
We drove home.  
Sierra and I battled.  Again.
I almost cried.  Again.
I am doing my best at focusing on Jesus.  Again.
Failing.  Again.
I am only human, saved by the grace of Christ.  I am just like the next person and struggle just like the next person.
I am struggling. 
I have had enough.
So much for "the rest becoming insignificant"!
But I can't give up.  I must stand my ground as a parent and attempt to teach my child life.  I must do it with grace and patience.  
I must do it with my focus on Christ.

I ended there and decided to head back upstairs before Sierra and Sawyer decided to argue or something.  I was a third of the way up the stairs when it hit me.

(Think Mr. Gru - "Liiiight bulb!")

Having always had a keen awareness of the spirit world, good and evil, I realized that I needed to renounce Satan's presence in my house.  I needed to reclaim the cleansing, powerful blood that I already own because of Jesus Christ crucifixion.  I needed to deny Satan any power he thinks he has.  I did just that.  I then I asked God to send his angels to protect our house and what followed was....


Friday, 2 May 2014

March to May?

Gosh! Where has the last month gone?  I blinked and April disappeared and here we are into May.  Wasn't it just March?  
The funny thing is, I don't know what we've been doing!  Nothing exceptional is happening in our lives that's for sure.  Just. Life.
Let's see.....

We almost bought a new vehicle and then decided not too because, you know, not quite enough money was in the ole bank account.  Yet.  We will revisit the purchase idea in fall.
Spring/summer has teased us for about four days this year so far.  Snow is expected on Saturday.  Yesterday was 23 and I got a tan.  Seriously!  This morning 8 degrees and raining. Enough of the single digit weather already!

As for my job, I was struggling with the return of two people after maternity leave.   We made through a year without them and had our groove going; they messed with it!  It just hit me that in the last couple of weeks I think if all feels normal and okay again.  The two returnees being there feel like they never left.  And I like them and they are good to work with again. My job is not threatened nor is the role I play within it.  It's good.  
Sierra is frustrating me to my max these days with two major things: the clothes she wears and when to take the bus to school.  I have always let her wear basically what she wants and often the ''matching'' component was/is lacking.  Finally, as it happens with kids, she wore holes in the knees of her two favourite pants.  I drew the line at shabbiness.  Well, you'd think I'd stolen her comes-everywhere bunny stuffy sidekick!  There has been no end to the battle of what she wears since then.  The dumb part is that she has three - THREE!!!- brand new pairs of perfectly good jeans in her drawer that she refuses to wear because they are "not comfy".  Umm, she had to put them on for more than a millisecond first. So I ordered some capri-length leggings from Old Navy and they came yesterday.  Sierra tried them on for me this morning and declared them all right and promptly cut all the tags off.  Then she put one pair back on and all of a sudden they were too loose when she bent over.  I nearly lost it!  I finally told her she had to wear them and after bantering back and forth I won.  She wore them to school this morning.  After many attempts to negotiate and make deals and come to an agreement regarding her clothes I may end up just putting my foot down and playing 'Mom'.   The same goes for her taking the the bus.  She simply doesn't like it and that will no longer be acceptable.
Parenting is hard.
And she's only six.  I can't wait for the teenage years.

As for me?  I continue to work out diligently and can tell that my body has changed.  The scale is stuck but I also know that muscle weighs more than fat and I like that my clothes fit better.  My belly is noticeably less flabby and my hips narrower.   My trainer, although admittedly not a dietitian, calculated a high protein diet of sorts for me a couple of weeks ago to try.  It contains 35% protein and I can't find the email or remember the split for carbs and fat.  But 35% protein!  For the first week and a half after I saw that in his email I tried a little and then thought, "impossible"No, it's actually not.  I'm through four days of succeeding in that.  I researched sources of high protein and managed to insert that into my diet.  It means minimal carbs, especially in bread or noodle or potato form, mostly in vegetables and fruit.  It's interesting.  It's difficult.  Yet after the first three days I feel pretty good.  I think I have more energy and while I don't know that I feel full I'm not hungry.  I'm pretty sure this will not be a long term diet, I want to aim for doing for four weeks and at that only five of the seven days in a week.   We'll see.  I'm not really pro-dieting or limiting myself too much, I've always said.  I still had my Thursday night pizza with wine last night and worked it into the 35% protein allotment for the day (I was a bit low by the end of the day, 33%.  Tonight Trevor and I are going on a date and I'll keep my protein as high as a can throughout the day and then enjoy the evening and not fret if I'm under 35. 

I feel like my brain has lots of words but I won't exhaust you all in one post. I hope May doesn't fly by like April did.