Fellow blogger, Ladaisi, asked me a question on why I call my husband "Somewhere." Lemme tell you the story....
Somewhere and I had a very strange, fantastic, magical, natural, quirky courtship. By the time I met him face to face, we knew we wanted to get married, so much so that he had already written my father. Somewhere worked so hard to make sure that everything was unique about how he did just about everything. :-p If you want more of a summary of our whole story, you can read that in my next post. Anywho, the first time I met Somewhere in Savannah, we spend the weekend together. To clarify, my dad and youngest brother went with me. I didn't stay in Somewhere's dorm. It was an incredible weekend of walking the riverside, seeing SCAD, and just being with Somewhere. He washed my feet that weekend, gave me a tiny kiss on the cheek when he thought I fell asleep on his shoulder while we sat on a bench at night on the above mentioned riverside, gave me the longest hug at the first meeting, whispering in my ear that I was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. It was dreamy. :) Shortly before it was time for me to leave, we were sitting at one of the many fountains, Somewhere was running his hand on my face, memorizing me. :-p I asked him, as a joke, who he was. He replied, "Somewhere," misunderstanding my question. I told him that was officially my nickname for him and I would call him that when we were sitting on our porch at 80. He's my Somewhere.
I love him. :)
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Day 67 | "Urban Decay"
I don't know how many of you know this, but I'm literally obsessed with make up. I've never allowed myself to get sucked into the world of glamour magazines and such, but I adore make up. If I could make money just teaching people make up... holy cow. I would so love that. I know there are more important things in life than make up. There are so many things so much more eternal. I also know that having a sparkly eyeshadow, or hair you feel beautiful about, or that t-shirt that fits just right can have a totally altering effect on your day.
Yes, listening to worship or read your Bible first. That's gonna give you the best glow. Do not feel badly though spending a little time to look lovely. It will totally change your outlook. *Says I, the makeupless, baggy jeans and tshirt, damp haired mess I am. :P*
I was browsing Urban Decay just a minute ago... bad idea. I was looking for the things that would be the best for an idea I have on make up tutorials. The new Book of Shadows III made me drool. The colors are fan-freaking-tastic! Of course, seeing as I'm out, I need to get a new Big Fatty Mascara soon... oh time and money... you fiends.
If I were to do videos of the little tips I've picked up in life, would any of you watch it?
Yes, listening to worship or read your Bible first. That's gonna give you the best glow. Do not feel badly though spending a little time to look lovely. It will totally change your outlook. *Says I, the makeupless, baggy jeans and tshirt, damp haired mess I am. :P*
I was browsing Urban Decay just a minute ago... bad idea. I was looking for the things that would be the best for an idea I have on make up tutorials. The new Book of Shadows III made me drool. The colors are fan-freaking-tastic! Of course, seeing as I'm out, I need to get a new Big Fatty Mascara soon... oh time and money... you fiends.
If I were to do videos of the little tips I've picked up in life, would any of you watch it?
Friday, April 8, 2011
Day 66
Today is my last day at work. My boss called a little while ago to tell me she was leaving dinner for me and I was welcome to use her as a reference. I'm going to miss her a lot. I'm going to miss most of life at S. One thing I won't miss... the 1 and a half hour round trip drive to work.
This is it. It's real.
This is it. It's real.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Day 65
There's very little Somewhere has said "no, you can't do that anymore" in our marriage. He is very willing to allow me to express myself and look however I want. I am not allowed to speak just how ever I want though. It's not a matter of grammar. Its a matter of word choice. Here are the no-fly zones in speech for me:
"Scared."
"Afraid."
"Worry."
"Trying."
"Sorry."
This is not cruelty. I am not a suppressed wife. I am not mentally abused. I am a wife, a woman, a daughter, a sister, a person, wrapped in fear. I am afraid of so many illogical/realistic/complex things. I live a life of fear. I have a wonderful husband who has discernment and compassion for me. It is because of that, that Somewhere picked up on some words that I unknowingly used all the time. He calls me out on them. "Why are you scared?" "Why do you worry?" "Why are you afraid?"
"Sorry" and "trying" were words I threw around haphazardly. I was constantly sorry for who I was and whatever I did. I also used it so much as a "get out of jail free" card that the word had no meaning. That quickly came to an end even before we were married.
"Trying" was a word I used to make myself think I was doing something about a situation, but really, the only thing I was doing was saying I was trying. That was the extent of my try. In the words of Yoda, "Do or do not. There is no try." Now I either am or am not. There is no try.
The time of freedom is here. I serve an amazing, powerful, all-knowing, intense Savior, who without His word, nothing happens to me. Why on earth should I be afraid unless I do not trust Him, and, in not trusting, show that I do not know Him.
"Joshua 1:9
Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be frightened, and do not be dismayed, for the LORD your God is with you wherever you go."
Fret not.
"Scared."
"Afraid."
"Worry."
"Trying."
"Sorry."
This is not cruelty. I am not a suppressed wife. I am not mentally abused. I am a wife, a woman, a daughter, a sister, a person, wrapped in fear. I am afraid of so many illogical/realistic/complex things. I live a life of fear. I have a wonderful husband who has discernment and compassion for me. It is because of that, that Somewhere picked up on some words that I unknowingly used all the time. He calls me out on them. "Why are you scared?" "Why do you worry?" "Why are you afraid?"
"Sorry" and "trying" were words I threw around haphazardly. I was constantly sorry for who I was and whatever I did. I also used it so much as a "get out of jail free" card that the word had no meaning. That quickly came to an end even before we were married.
"Trying" was a word I used to make myself think I was doing something about a situation, but really, the only thing I was doing was saying I was trying. That was the extent of my try. In the words of Yoda, "Do or do not. There is no try." Now I either am or am not. There is no try.
The time of freedom is here. I serve an amazing, powerful, all-knowing, intense Savior, who without His word, nothing happens to me. Why on earth should I be afraid unless I do not trust Him, and, in not trusting, show that I do not know Him.
"Joshua 1:9
Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be frightened, and do not be dismayed, for the LORD your God is with you wherever you go."
Fret not.
Day 64
There's no more excuses. I've been looking on DesiringGod.org this morning and I'm filled with longing. I'm filled with a scary, exciting... desire. I'm "scared" because I know God has a way of totally changing on you look at things and what your goals should be in the life you have here on earth. I'm wondering "what is He going to say... what will be required of me?" I know part of the answer is "everything."
It's like a friend and I were talking about the other night, they were talking about how they asked God to take it all, thinking in their mind what that would mean. They figured He would want this, this and this. We decided then that at the time, he wasn't saying "take it all," he was saying "I'm willing to give you what I think You want." That's okay. There's points where God is patient with us when we say "I'm just not ready to let go of that." There also has to, simply has to, be a time though when you submit, entirely to whatever God's will is, without seconding guessing what that is. God tells us to sum up if we have what it takes. I think in the end though, the sum has to be "I don't have it. You have the ability, though, to make me readied for whatever you have in store, even if, that means death."
As of tomorrow, I will be staying home. I have no excuse of busyness to place up as a "shield" to avoid God. My coming home was to follow what I have from Him, I do have the feeling though that He is about to say "Okay, let's have coffee and talk..."
It's like a friend and I were talking about the other night, they were talking about how they asked God to take it all, thinking in their mind what that would mean. They figured He would want this, this and this. We decided then that at the time, he wasn't saying "take it all," he was saying "I'm willing to give you what I think You want." That's okay. There's points where God is patient with us when we say "I'm just not ready to let go of that." There also has to, simply has to, be a time though when you submit, entirely to whatever God's will is, without seconding guessing what that is. God tells us to sum up if we have what it takes. I think in the end though, the sum has to be "I don't have it. You have the ability, though, to make me readied for whatever you have in store, even if, that means death."
As of tomorrow, I will be staying home. I have no excuse of busyness to place up as a "shield" to avoid God. My coming home was to follow what I have from Him, I do have the feeling though that He is about to say "Okay, let's have coffee and talk..."
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Day 63
Don't go to bed angry. Not just with your spouse.
If you do, those people will be in your dream, at the dream-backyard-bbq, where you're meeting Santana, who looks like the guy from Underworld in your dream, those people will come along and mess it allllll up.
Just saying.
Don't go to bed angry.
Enjoy!
If you do, those people will be in your dream, at the dream-backyard-bbq, where you're meeting Santana, who looks like the guy from Underworld in your dream, those people will come along and mess it allllll up.
Just saying.
Don't go to bed angry.
Enjoy!
Monday, April 4, 2011
Day 62
Heh, I was laying in bed last night after a crazy long weekend and suddenly thought "Wow. I have a blog I haven't posted on." It's been nuts, but a good weekend. Friday was work, deep talks with a good mutual friend of Somewhere and I and a youth group lock in. Saturday morning, pups first vet visit, Saturday night, work. Sunday morning, getting ready for work, took brother to lunch, forgot wallet in Somewhere's car, picked that up, car broke down on way to work, got to work late, got off around 9, went out to eat, came home, 11:45 went to bed.
Whew.
Whew.
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