What I Wore Wednesday on a Friday

This week has been cray cray. My nights have consisted mostly of me getting home late, bathing, and vegging out in front of the TV with a glass of wine. The state is inspecting this week at my job, so my mind has been utter mush by the time I make it home - thus the lack of blogging. I was bummed I missed WIWW though, so I am pulling it together and posting on a Friday. :)  Be kind and give me some love people - it has been one rough week!


Monday - feeling like 50's housewife
Shirt: American Eagle
Skirt: Garage Sale
Shoes: Target
Tuesday
Shirt, Shoes, Cardi: Target 
Skirt: Mod Cloth 
Wednesday
Pants: The Limited
Shirt: Target (love these $7 tops!) 
Shoes: Payless
Pashmina/Scarf: A beautiful gift from a co-worker. She brought it back from Japan.
Thursday - these pants make me feel retro. I have the urge to call them "peddle pushers" :)
Pants, Sweater: Maurices 
Shoes, Tank: Target
Friday - day
Shirt- Maurices
Skirt, Shoes: Target
Friday night
Sweater: Kohls? 
Tunic: Mod Cloth
Leggings, Belt: Target
Boots: DSW
Saturday - flea market!
Jeans: Old Navy
Sweater/Jacket, Scarf, Hat: Target
Boots: Ebay
Saturday night - date night w/ myself
Same as the day - w/ new scarf and shoes
Target, Payless respectively 
Sunday
Shirt, Shoes, Jeans: Target
Sweater: Maurices
Necklace: Caymen Islands

The Week of #Epicfails


This week has not gone my way folks, but I suppose that’s OK because some of my #fails are pretty humorous.  We are having our state inspection at work this week and it may be the death of me, but all stress aside, go ahead and laugh at me folks. 

#fail – oversleeping, leaving the house late, getting all the way out of my subdivision and realizing I didn’t have my phone, had to turn around to get it. Then shortly after I get to work – the state shows up.
#fail – drinking coffee from a Nalgene. Yup – I was out of clean travel coffee mugs.
#fail –waking up at 2am and asking B if our apartment building is on fire. The alarm was going off and there were 3 fire engines outside of our building with lights glaring. The lights are what made me think the building was actually on fire and actually woke me up – not that alarm blaring in the hall. So much for a good night’s sleep huh?
#epicfail – being so stressed that I hijack my husband’s keys. He texts me at work, “honey, do you know where my keys are?” and I immediately had a sinking feeling I knew exactly where they were… 3 feet from me in the bottom of my purse right next to my keys. That was a frantic dash from work to home and back again. To be fair – they were hanging on my key hook (which I had apparently designated as mine without telling B. whoops).
#fail – totally judging (silently, in my head) someone for their B.O. and getting back to my office and realizing it was actually me. Stress makes me sweat people.
#fail – nearly having a heart attack when my phone rang and fearing it was work… nope – just Alli – and it was wonderful to hear her voice. 
#fail – this new stupid blog layout. Something got wonky with my formatting on the other one, so I decide hey - it’s time for a change anyway. Yeah, so not loving this – so let’s just call it a work in progress. 

*sigh* I hope ya’ll are at least entertained by my moments of stupidity this week. If not though, here’s a little nursing home humor for ya. My aunt’s friend told her this joke who told Nana who told me. 

Two women in a nursing home, let’s call them Ruth and Ethel, are sitting at their table eating lunch.
Ruth says to Ethel “You know you have a suppository sticking out of your ear.”
Ethel is incensed and says “I certainly do NOT!”
Ruth says, “Oh yes you do!”
Ethel reaches up and plucks the suppository from her ear and looks at it thoughtfully. Finally she says “Well I now I know where my hearing aid is.”

Baptism

Happy Easter everyone!


He is risen!
He is risen indeed!

That was the mantra at church this morning and what a beautiful sentiment. I was so moved by our entire Easter celebration and church and feel very blessed to have had an active part in the services. I have recently started doing some behind-the-scenes work for the worship ministry as a producer. I basically am helping to make sure everything runs smoothly, everyone is where they need to be at the right times, and so on. Today I had my first experience coordinating baptisms. Five people were baptized at church today - five!

I was so moved, humbled, and privileged to  be able to help these folks today. They were declaring their love and acceptance of Christ as Savior in a beautiful, public way. I got to ease their nerves, help them feel comfortable, and pray with them before their big moments and that was truly an honor. What a perfect day for a baptism too! An act that symbolizes death to sin and rising in new life on the day that we celebrate our Savior's resurrection from his death on the cross - truly special.

This morning actually got me thinking about my own baptisms - yes more than one.

I was baptized at a young age, somewhere between 7-9 years old. I can't exactly recall when. (I remember what I was wearing though! haha) It wasn't a full-submersion baptism, the Pastor sprinkled water on my head. This was done in a Methodist church and I went through this with my mom. She would've been in her early 30s. I can't find any photos of the day, but that's OK because I know the memories are truly mine and not some trick of the mind that I confabulated from photos I have seen. I remember feeling my mom's presence next to me as we walked down the center aisle of the church. I don't remember what she looked like on this particular day or what she was wearing, but I remember her being next to me - a warm place of comfort on my right hand side. The Pastor dipped his hand in a very official looking bowl that was set in a wooden pedestal and dumped the holy water on our heads, one at a time. Actually, one of my most vivid memories from that day is from after the service in the parking lot when my cousin Ben said, "Wow! That really must be Holy water - it is dry already!" because my very large black bow that was in my hair had dried quickly. That was a special day, but as I got older and continued on my spiritual journey I realized that I hadn't quite understood the sacred ritual I had been a part of as a young child.

At 19 years old I had a re-do. On a fall retreat with CRU (Campus Crusade for Christ) I decided to take the plunge again. As a young woman, I now fully meant and understood the declaration I was making through baptism. I gave a brief testimony and then was baptized in a pond by one of our leaders. It brings tears to my eyes just to think about that day. I got to share it with my cousin, who is more of a sister, my friends, and a boy who didn't know it at the time, but would be my husband.

Pre-baptism. I love the light.
Me and Becky


Brandon and I - October 2006 - we were still "just friends" here :) *funny side note: we both still have those shirts we are wearing! haha*

Six years later I am feeling renewed in my faith again, even though I am in a difficult season of life I know I have a beautiful Father and Savior to carry me through.

Music Boyfriend/Girlfriend

Today is Good Friday and I should probably be posting some really amazing hymns or thought-provoking songs reminding us about Jesus and His sacrifice. But no, today, you get bubblegum pop. :)


Up first: JBiebs


I really love this song - and am almost embarrassed by that. But 14-year old Ashlea thinks its totally cool and she wins this round. :)
It actually reminds me (and many others) of this little song from when I actually was 14.




Now who doesn't miss a good NSYNC song? :)
And anyone else find it awkward watching Lance in this video now that we totally know he'd rather be singing a song about a boyfriend? :)

Happy Friday everyone!