my pick-me-up

He is great (sexy even haha) ....I love everything about this video... The lyrics, tune, scenery...overall message. But mostly love that it makes me smile and move around :)  ........ excuse me while I go back to dancing around :)    I WAS BORRRRRRN FREE :)

D is for Devils Advocate ...........

A-Z Letter Challenge....Letter D

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dev·il's ad·vo·cate

noun 
devil's advocates, plural

A person who expresses a contentious opinion in order to provoke debate or test the strength of the opposing arguments
- the interviewer will need to play devil's advocate to put the other side's case forward

The popular title of the person appointed by the Roman Catholic Church to challenge a proposed beatification or canonization, or the verification of a miracle
~source-dictonary.com~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I am my own best defender. A staunch advocate for why I am always right and never wrong. I am a master manipulator, a expert in excuses. I can talk myself out of most things that are uncomfortable or displeasing to me. I am so skilled at it that I convince myself and those around me of why it is actually the best road for me...when i know its not. This why I am in the situations I am in ... this why I am unhealthy. So I have decided to become my very own "Devils Advocate". Enough is Enough. I was tired of lying to myself, convincing myself, condoning my bad habits and behavior. I need to become my own devils advocate to tell me what i NEED to hear not what I WANT to hear. I can no longer go on living the way i have been living...i need to hear that unappealing other voice...telling me why i don't need that bread or cake or how i DO need to work out when I am convincing myself that I am too tired or busy or its raining out haha. (any excuse to get out of working out) When my soft side was telling me that 'i will do it tomorrow' or 'take it easy cause you work so hard' , my devils advocate side will tell me that there will never be a tomorrow, the time is NOW and that if I don't do it I will die...YES DIE!... my devils advocate will not be fooled by my excuses or whining, She knows that heart disease, diabetes, breast , bone and thyroid cancer runs in my family and that it is only a matter of time until I will have one of those diseases...she will stand firm in her convictions despite being unpopular, depsite my unwavering convictions to the contrary......but in the end i know she is right and that I need that voice inside my head or I will never get healthy...and I will Die.

Letter C.....C is for Cant/Can

CAN'T
I cant taste, see or smell mustard. GROSS
I cant stand people who don't say thank you when you hold the door for them
I cant sing...even though i think i can and i do it loudly in the car
I cant live without my family, friends, Pepsi, traveling, my puppy or music
I cant whistle with 2 fingers in my mouth
i cant play a instrument
I cant accept the way things are
I cant imagine a life without you in it
I cant change somethings...but i can try and change me .

CAN
I can see myself being a photographer in the future
I can stop the negative thinking
I can sit at the beach from sun up to sun down and never get tired of it. The beach soothes me.
I can make the best macaroni salad
I can recite all the words from Pee wee Hermans big adventure
I can day dream about you all day
I can see myself living a happy life with you BUT .....
I can accept that things are they way they are ...and I Can move on.

B is for Bunnies

A to Z Challenge....Letter B

B is for Bunnies

Bunny I would like to own

Bunnies I want my mom to crochet me

Bunnies I want to eat

Bunny I want to BE !!!

A is for Acceptance...Acceptance of my hair

A to Z Challenge .... Letter A

A is for Acceptance .......Acceptance of my hair

"You'd find it easier to be bad than good if you had red hair," said Anne reproachfully. "People who haven't red hair don't know what trouble is."- Anne to Marilla in Anne of Green Gables

When my mother was pregnant with me she used to fight with her sisters, as sisters often did. And one of the 'low blows' my aunt would hurl at my mom was " I hope you have a boy with flaming red hair" this of course would throw my mother into a full on rage since she did not want a boy and especially not one with flaming red hair. So flash forward a couple months and out comes her baby girl with a head full of flaming red hair...enough hair that the nurses in the maternity ward would put a little bow in it (which my mother would promptly pull out and smooth down my hair each time they did it haha) . So i believe that my hated of my red hair started in utero and continued for years. I would hate in school being called carrot head or bozo the clown or being asked over and over if i was going to try out for the play ANNIE.... I loathed my hair...even when I started going to the hair salon with my mom and i had women fawning over it. The hair stylists telling me that women paid a lot of money for my color and I should be happy, but of course I wasn't. I had no appreciation for it. My mother sat me down and tried to make me feel better about my hair by telling me a story about what happened when I was a infant. My mother was friends with woman who lived in our building and she was from Pakistan. One day her family had come from Pakistan to visit and was in the house when my mother and i stopped by for a visit. The women stood, eyes wide and staring at me . My mother said one took me from my mother and they all stood around me touching and kissing me and singing. My moms friend explained to my mother that they are amazed because they never saw anyone with my hair color. The believed I was good luck so they kept touching me. Even though I liked to hear the story , it still didn't make me love my hair anymore. So I just dealt with it like paying taxes or doing laundry until one day working at a job during college I had a woman staring at me. She stared for about 15 mins until I gave her a nasty look and then she came up to me. She went on to tell me that she was a artist and she was sorry that she was staring but she had never seen a hair color like mine. She went on to explain that she sees strands of gold and copper and deep red and light red and she was amazed by it. I smiled and thanked her and I have to say from that day on i saw my hair in a different light . I started to appreciate it, I started to notice other redheads and I started noticing people noticing it, which made me happy. It took some years but soon i was accepting of it ...and dare i even say, appreciating it... Now I am grateful to have these fiery locks...wearing them proudly ..honored to be among the company of other famous red headed women such as Lucille Ball, Queen Elizabeth I, Lizzie Bordon(hehe) and there a even reports that Marilyn Monroe was born a redhead. ...now if I could just learn to accept that I don't have thick luscious hair instead of my thin hair ...but one thing at a time haha :)

sunday

Tomorrow I have such a to-do list....cleaning,laundry,working on my writing (I am so behind), booking my ticket to florida, writing some emails and then going out with some friends for dinner. I know I should have done some of those things today but i was just too lazy and I was actually hiding out in my room. Grrrrrrr to the to-do list hahaha ... OHHHHH but i will take some time to work on my Pinterst....I am OBSESSED hahaha ...i love it and i have found so many pretty pictures and great ideas...My Bucket list is growing thanks to Pinterest !!! :)

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