Bow Tie Lessons

Have you ever learned how to tie a bow tie? Have you ever cared? ūüôā

I am helping assist a gigantic wedding this coming weekend and its going to be very lavish. I have worked many of a fancy wedding, but this one is going to top all from before.

Part of the deal the coordinator made from booking this wedding, is that a team of people need to know how to tie a bow tie. I have put this baby off, thinking it can’t be too complicated. But after watching several YouTube videos and practicing on myself, my husband and anything else I can find lying around….I can tell you I need way more practice and it’s harder than it looks.

Hey now…..

 

If you know me, than this isn’t an excuse…it just means I will be living, breathing and dreaming of bow ties for the next three days.

That’s cool. I don’t have anything else to obsess about at the moment.

Wish me luck as I prepare to decorate our home in bow ties and my poor children the second they walk through the door, from school. ūüėČ

This might work as a new funky decoration!!

If you have tips for me, send them along!

This was the hardest one yet. My bow tie is too big for midget.

Magical Powers

I have had sinus issues for most of my adult life. I remember around the age of 20, migraines entering my world, and ¬†I could never pinpoint why I would get them. Sometimes they would come multiple times a month, sometimes every three months, but I really¬†couldn’t¬†find a pattern.

Then one day it hit me. 

The sinus headaches were more prevalent as the weather changed. If the barometric pressure dropped pretty significantly, my head would start to feel like it was going to explode.

Great example….it’s been pretty warm here in San Diego, except yesterday morning, there was a prediction of rain. I kept expecting my head to start hurting, but nothing.¬†

It also never rained. 

Then last night before I headed to bed, my head started killing me. I decided to¬†try and¬†sleep it off (without doing anything about it) and had a pretty miserable night. At some point I did fall asleep and my husband woke me up saying that it was¬†raining¬†outside. I don’t know why it always shocks me when this happens, but it does!

My kids call it, “Mommy’s Magical Powers.” They are fascinated by my prediction of weather patterns changing, and how about 95% of the time my head and its awful aches, is spot on!

So, what are your super powers? Anyone have achy knees before it rains? Or a painful back? Who else has kids who find it “magical?”

The Mixed Emotions of Mothers Day

Mothers Day is almost here.

This day always brings out different emotions for me. It’s a love/hate.

I love it because my family is good about spoiling me and jumping on my requests. The list is always the same:

  1. Allow mommy to sleep in
  2. Simple homemade breakfast from my family
  3. My husband and children clean the house up
  4. One fun family activity out
  5. Back home for more relaxing

Doesn’t that sound heavenly? I pretty much always get this on Mothers Day and my birthday, but some years (ahem this year) morning sports has jammed me up. No sleeping in for this momma…..boooooo!

The other side of the coin for me on this day, is not having my mom to celebrate with. It’s hard enjoying a day reserved for you and all the hard work you put in year round, when you miss the person who use to do that kind of stuff for you!

On strong years (you know, the years where those nasty emotions don’t overwhelm me), I like to take a flower to the beach and throw it in the ocean for my mom. A little gift for her. I have not been able to do this yearly, but close.

So, to all you mommas out there celebrating your day, but also missing your mom. I have a tip.

It’s ok to cry, you don’t have to hide it. Share a great memory of your mom with your children through the tears. Then laugh and enjoy all you have and all you will continue having.

You got this!

My mom, me and my dad. One of the rare occasions I received a Citizenship Award at school. I was a talker, lol.

Raise Your Hand If You’re Getting Old

Before you laugh at me, hear me out. I am 37 years old and though I know that technically that isnt “old” I have been really feeling it this year.

Things are changing man. I mean really changing.

Yes yes, we all hear about metabolism slowing (real thing…get prepared young peeps), wrinkles appearing, cycles changing (ladiesssss), losing hair in some places and gaining them in others…..BUT skin and scalp? What the heck? I not only have to deal with less energy, but I also have to learn how to deal with all new skin problems?

I have never had great skin, like ever. I am convinced I will break out every single month until the day I die. When I stress my nails get brittle, my hair thins, or I get a brand new pimple. It’s me. My hairdresser gets to witness this every once in awhile (thanks for bearing with me Audrey).

My skin has always been more on the oily side, but all of a sudden in the last couple months it has been getting incredibly dry. It started around my eyes, then my hands, peeling on my face next and now my scalp. And I mean really dry, like it’s itchy.

Help!! I have been experimenting some but because this is a whole new world to me (my cupboards are full of products guaranteed to dry you out) I am kind of just guessing as I make or buy stuff.

So far I have discovered that Aquaphor is the only thing that has helped my eye area (it’s not 100%, but wayyyyy better than it was, so maybe with continual use this will fully get resolved) and for my scalp I have started making a mask. The relief I feel as soon as I put this baby on is unreal. I kind of just put stuff together that friends have told me worked for them, and it has really helped.

But what about for your face? What can I use that will really moisturize my skin, but doesn’t make me break out (I prefer clean ingredients if I can get it)? Is this special concoction for night-time treatment only? What do you use for the daytime? Help an aging sister out!!

My recommendations so far:

Eyes: The only Aquaphor I have used for this is the Original Recipe

DIY Scalp Mask: 1/4 cup of warmed organic olive oil or coconut oil, 10 drops each of Young Livings Tea Tree oil, Lavender oil and Rosemary oil (I do happen to sell Young Living Oils, but the reason for its recommendation is because it really freaking works). Mix all ingredients together, and apply to hair and scalp (I brush it in with a comb as well), then wrap a plastic bag around your hair to lock that oily goodness in and wear it around for at least 30 minutes, then wash out.

Look at this dedication! I took a picture in my current state (with no make up on) just to show you I really am doing it! Scalp Treatment for the win!

Clutter

Anyone else have a “clean it up now” pile, they start for their children?

My kids know if they come home and there is a pile of stuff on the couch for them, that they better get serious real quick on picking stuff up.

Momma is about to blow.

This isn’t a daily set up, I walk around and pick up after my kids all the time. But if I start noticing my day is turning in to only picking up after my family….I start to crack and then flat out refuse.

Because I am me… I can’t just leave it laying around. It will seriously hurt my soul. So my solution is ridiculous. I pick up every single item I find that is out of place and then put it in a completely new spot.

I mean, you are putting in that much effort, why not just put it where it goes?

I think in my delusional mind (admitting a problem is the first step) I have convinced myself that they will get better at it. They will eventually get sick of looking at a “to do” pile. I am raising little future husbands here. I am doing it for their wives.

You’re welcome future daughter in law. You better love me a ton and buy me chocolates often!

No such thing as a happy pill, nothing happy about pills!!

This new life of supplements, is a true test of what I am willing to do to feel better.

I HATE (yep, a rare moment that I am allowed to use this word) pills, medication, supplements, etc. I avoid taking stuff like this at all costs. I don’t care how much you tell me I won’t taste anything, I do. Man, I remember those gigantic horse pills (multi-vitamins) I had to take during pregnancy. I swear it is part of the reason I will not be having any more kids!

I had to take 6 supplements this morning….6! I had to swallow them down with a drink that tastes like black licorice and kind of looks like watery diarrhea (hell yeah, to the visual). I gag every single morning. Worse part about it, is this is JUST the morning supplements. I am taking 13 a day right now. Yuck.

I have always been awful at taking my “medicine.”

When I was away at college, my family sold our home that we had lived in for 12 years. In the process of cleaning stuff out, my dad moved my waterbed (which mind you had been put in its place when I was about ¬†8…. that bed stayed in one spot for 10 years).

So when my dad removed the bed, he discovered my deep dark secret. Years and years of having a headache, or a cold, or the flu….whatever. They would bring me a glass of water with my medication. I would put it in my mouth, drink the water and when they left the room, I would pull the pill out of my mouth and slip it down the crack behind my bed. Dad said there were hundreds of pills down there.

Is this something others deal with, or just me and my neurotic self? How do I trick my mind in to just dealing with it? Believe me, I am aware the more I think about it, the worse it is. When I think about it, I gag just to gag and a whole cycle of gagging begins and people….I truly don’t want to gag!

Help!!!

 

Getting to the light

Please forgive me for not keeping up with my blog posts lately.¬†Honestly, since late December I was dealing with some crazy health stuff. I was in and out of the doctors all the time and they¬†ran so many freaking tests, but nothing was getting concluded. It was very frustrating. I was feeling awful, my body was fighting something…but nobody could figure out what and I didn’t feel like they cared.

Do you know how bad this messes with your brain?

I got depressed.

I felt myself getting into “a fog.” If you haven’t ever dealt with depression, that’s my best way to describe it. It’s kind of dark, you can see a light… but can’t really get to it. You get tired all the time and obviously sad. I was unmotivated and convinced I was dying. I was fighting off anxiety attacks all the time. My doctors kept just throwing antibiotics at me, but straight telling me they had no idea why.

Then one day, my friend gave me the name of her Naturopath.

Look, I consider myself a natural’ish momma. I only buy clean and organic foods when I can, we drink from our house filtered water only, I use my oils first…before anything else. But, I love a good cheeseburger occasionally, I enjoy a glass of wine, I try very hard to always keep homemade cookies in our cookie jar. I’m not perfect, so very far from it, but I try.

A¬†Naturopath though? That’s super foreign to me. I go where the insurance pays, ya know? That’s it. I was at my wits end though and had to do something different, so I went. Now, I can not vouch for all Naturopaths, but mine…..holy wow! I left there feeling heard. He cared. He cried along side me. He promised this would get figured out. On top of all of that, he checked in on me regularly via email and if I didn’t respond back to him, he called. I have never¬†experienced such care before. The best part is he did¬†NOT bad talk the doctors I was seeing. He was there once too, he knows what they are taught and how they are paid and given bonuses…the system is cracked….not the doctors.

So here I am …..getting help. Feeling much better and best of all I am not just a number anymore. Between that and some very special friends who helped me with oils work and just listening, I am AT¬†the light. I am doing good.

Thanks for bearing with me. Happy to be back!!

Your Essence

Have you ever heard of an Essence Workshop? If you ever have the opportunity to attend one of these babies, I highly recommend it.

Basically this workshop helps you find the person you are. The person you were born to be.

This is who you feel you are at your absolute best. The crazy part is though,that even at your weakest moments, this “essence” is still shining through. Others can see it and feel it just by really looking at you and hearing your voice.

This past week I joined a group of great women to do this workshop.

Let me tell you though, the part about people seeing this essence, even when you are at your weakest moment, was truly tested.

Lets just start off by saying, I am not a crier.

I cry, yes. But generally when I’m by myself, in the shower.

I know, it’s strange. I don’t know why this is. I don’t care when¬†other people cry in front of me. But the judgement I lay on myself for crying in front of others is intense. It’s embarrassing for me and I pretty much shame myself.

I’m working on it.

Anyways, this particular day I went to this event and I was OFF. I have been struggling a bit lately with some personal health stuff and I was getting to a crazy breaking point. I walked in the door and felt myself struggling. I tried to stop it, I focused on my planner and emails I had received that morning. But as soon as the group started and we had to introduce ourselves, the flood gates opened. I was dying on the inside. Telling everyone this “isnt me.” It was bad.

But the thing is, when it was my turn to have everyone shout out my words. The words they felt that come from me, just as I sat there….they nailed it. It was me, at my best.

How is that possible? I was my most vulnerable self!

When the coach asked me what I thought of ¬†my words. I told her it looked like a lot of work to live up to on a daily basis, but I loved them all. Then she reminded me, “But this is who you are just sitting here, it’s not work, it’s you!”

What a relief. What an amazing feeling! I can be all that, without the pressure to maintain it?!

Love!

Welcome to my morning……

It’s 6am, you’re laying in bed after the¬†alarm goes off. You are bound and determined to make this morning go right. You’re sick of the morning hustle, the quarrels, the rush. Let’s¬†stay in bed for a bit and begin our new morning meditation work. Breath in for three seconds, hold it for three seconds, breath out for three seconds….clear your mind. Repeat several times.

Ok, feeling good. Let’s do this.

Morning routine underway. You are doused in Joy and Stress Away Oils (just to be safe), you have coffee brewing and lunches packed.

Time to wake the kids!

Kiddos are up and 20 minutes in everything is running smooth.

Then you hear it. The phrase that throws every moms perfect morning in to a freak out fit, ” Oh no, moooooooom, I forgot to do my assignment. It’s due today!”

Thanking God you got the kids up early, you tell that kid to get on it.

45 minutes later, he is STILL working on it!

You do what you can to prepare him, as he works. You put away his stuff, put on his socks, oils and tie his shoes. You spray and brush his hair (being careful not to get it on his paper), you give him his vitamins and put away his lunch and water bottle.

Line is drawn, you can’t brush his teeth. It’s now up to him.

Why? Why is my new calm morning plan already being tested?

Where is my freaking diffuser?! Get that sucker plugged in now!

Coffffeeeeeeeeeee! I need coffee!!

Out the door, only 10 minutes late. Though normally being late for anything throws you in to a tizzy, today you chalk it up as a win.

Tomorrow is a new day. Tomorrow it WILL be calm.

Email Hell

There might not be anything more frightening than getting a notification in your email box that you have hit your maximum GB limit. You may not receive any further emails or send any out.

My life pretty much revolves around emails and social media. Cutting one of these, is like cutting off an arm.

In a cold sweat I start deleting. Deleting everything I can.

Downloading pictures from years ago, that I should have already done. Then deleting more and more.

I notice my GB percentage isn’t moving. So now at the verge of tears I start looking at my Drafts, Promotions and Social Folders.

OMG, so much crap!!

I mean in my promotions folder alone I had 10,000 emails. Yes, I know, I know. This is freaking embarrassing. But obviously I never thought the day would come where I would have to actually look at this stuff! I mean, who really looks at junk emails?

Delete…..done. My GB percentage¬†has only now moved down half a percent.

I’m screwed.

Can I just start a new email?

Hmmm, what would I call it.

No! No you can’t start a new email, you have way too many business cards with THIS email. Get back to work!

I call my husband, panicked. What do I do? Its not moving!

He tells me to empty my trash.

Ahhhhhhhhh, I need to empty it? It’s already been placed in the freaking trash…you have to empty it too?

Done.

5 minutes later (oh yes it took 5 minutes) 12,958 emails have been dumped.

I can breath again. The color is coming back to my face.

My New Years Resolution this coming year. Emails must be deleted after you read them or even after you glance and decide that you don’t want to deal with them.

Freaking delete!