I know that my poor car is not amused.
I know that my poor car is not amused.
I was on a "pinning frenzy" on Tuesday.
Who da hell knows what happened on Wednesday, but I was/am a wild child on Thursday, b/c I couldn't take the madness anymore.
So maybe this "snow" thing is a good deal. If that cancels J's basketball practice on Friday night and his game on Saturday, then I can hole myself up and pamper my angry strands.
I had J draw out his vision for the car.
Thanks to the supplies we were given and gifted by Ernie...
J's vision came to life.
J won SECOND PLACE! His best friend, FIRST!
It's safe to say that even when I don't know what I'm doing in the natural, God steps in and adds the supernatural.
J ALSO won SECOND PLACE in Scout's Choice for the best-looking car! His peers even thought that he did a good job!
So, J brought home these trophies!
I told J, "You did it!"
J said, "No, WE did it!"
I have been teary-eyed all weekend.
I see YOU, God! Thank You!
2. Why is my son so daggone ssssssslllllllooooooooooowwwww??? I swear that I hear the Fat Albert theme song as I watch him walk around the house in the morning, looking like one of the Cosby kids from the cartoon.
I will be doing coils once again soon to protect my hair during these harsh winter months.
I use the same products: Giovanni 50/50 shampoo, Herbal Essence Hello Hydration, Vatika Oil, Coconut Oil, etc. However, I am in need of a good deep conditioner. Any suggestions are greatly appreciated.
This Month's Mythbuster
I had a conversaton with a coworker (caucasian), who has curly hair. I noticed that she recently started straightening it almost every other day. She said that she thought that straight hair was more professional. This was interesting considering how she's the only associate in our department...a position that she secured while curly. Natural hair is professional hair...but much like any other texture, it is all in the way that it is groomed.
Comment of the Month
While having dinner with my VA mom on Christmas day, I kept getting compliments on my curls. My dad shouts out (as if he has turrets), "I don't like short hair"...as he continues to stuff some greens in his mouth. Although his wife is natural and maintains a fade, he continuously slings these little snide remarks my way...including an insinuation that I would be a search target boarding a plane simply b/c I wear my hair in twists. This time, my response: "Well I, for one, think that's just great." Had there not been other people at the table, my response WOULD'VE been: "Nobody asked you for your raggedy-ass opinion. Thanks." Give me 10 points (at least) for keeping my cool and acting like I had home-training.
Still growing (in more ways than one),
Curly Girl Wonder aka LB
This morning, I had a training session called “Managing Self”. When I signed up for the class, I assumed that the topics would focus on how to manage your workload, deadlines, and maybe even delve over into striking a balance between work life and home life (I struggle the MOST in this area). Nope. Shortly after I arrived, the instructor threw out a term that I had never heard before…”emotional intelligence.” This is defined as the ability to manage ourselves and our relationships effectively. A different coworker passed me a note saying that he felt uncomfortable in this class. So did I (not for the same reason that my coworker did). I got pissed, in fact, b/c I felt that God is really trying to shove a message down my throat.
A couple of posts ago, I mentioned that I picked up a book called “Managing Your Emotions”. I am not an outwardly angry person. I don’t walk around grimacing nor do I tout a nasty attitude. I joke a lot and I smile often. However, I internalize my negative emotions which wreak havoc on my idle mind. I have found myself in situations where my feelings got hurt or I became mad about something that someone did, but instead of confronting that person, I would let it ride and start detaching myself. I do believe that communication is very important; however, when I’ve expressed my feelings in the past, it was not received well. I was told (in so many words) that something was wrong with me. So, in turn, that makes me less motivated to work things out. I just accept that that's who that person is (at their worst) and then I either distance myself from them as a whole or I just don't deal with them in those areas that are of potential conflict. I'm not saying that that's right, but it keeps me in control.
My dad isn't all bad...and as much as I’d like to believe that the men in my past were all bad, that’s not exactly true either. They were simply bad for me. Doesn’t mean that it’s not possible for them to be good to somebody else (even if that possibility is hard to wrap my mind around). I guess what I’m saying is that I don’t know anyone that hasn’t done their fair share of dirt, made mistakes, or who is exempt from personality flaws. Oftentimes, we will vilify people b/c they’ve hurt us. But if it isn’t possible for someone to change, then what’s the point of life? I’ve bumped heads with the best of friends. I wouldn’t want them to stop dealing with me over a faux pas, on my part, that is considered small within the confines of our relationship. I would want them to feel comfortable enough to tell me when I’ve hurt or offended them. Even if at the end of that conversation, we decide that we’ll just have to agree to disagree or to go our separate ways (without belittling each other), at least, we would have discussed it before one of us pulls the disappearing act. This makes sense in my mind. But I have to admit that shutting myself off is a habit that may take some time to break.
A friend of mine often quotes, “If you can’t love me at my worst, then you don’t deserve my best.” I’m not sure if I’ll ever “love” the asshole at work. But at the very least, I can exhibit a little more patience...towards him and others.
Twice, I have tried to draft a post expressing this and this, but then scrapped them b/c I was trying to stay "smurfy". The latter post really choked me up b/c half the time I can't tell if people are for me or against me. I'm not requiring that everyone just fall in love with me when they first meet me b/c that's unrealistic. But damn, if you don't like me for some reason other than something that I directly did to you, then be honest with yourself. I'm not the enemy.