Thursday, May 19, 2011

One and a Half Days

Holy cow, the last two weeks have gone fast! I have a day and a half left here at the job that murders my soul. Part of me is excited, part of me is scared to death and part of me knows that it'll be just fine, the Lord will put me in the right place at the right time to meet and talk to the women that he wants me to encourage and pamper. That last one is already starting to happen. I seem to all of a sudden have a plethora of lost sheep bumping into my life. Perhaps He's trying to tell me something? Now if only he'd give me the words!

Thursday, May 12, 2011


I have a new (old) outfit of the day to post...but I've been a bit sidelined with this horrible chest cold. I'm aiming to have it up on Sunday????

It's the outfit from my birthday party. Feathered skirt!!! It didn't photograph very well, but I'm putting it up anyway, because really, if my legs weren't marshmallow white as Josh calls them, I wouldn't be living in MT.

Monday, May 9, 2011

Let the Countdown Begin!

Guess who's only got 11 days left at her job! This chick, that's who! I've decided to take the plunge and do Mary Kay full time. It's a little scary, but I have an awesome support system and amazing customers so I know I can do it. The way Josh put it, "When you get home, drop your purse at the door and rush into my arms with tears rolling down your face, it's time for something new."

I couldn't agree more.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Oh my goodness, oh my goodness, oh my goodness!

Things on the job front have pretty much met the breaking point. Thankfully I have an amazingly supportive boyfriend who looked at me last night when I was litterally leaning on him and crying who said, "Do what you need to do. I've got your back and we'll figure it out. We're in this together!" I'm not sure on the exact details yet, but I've got a plan!

The first step of this plan is to get rid of the snowblindness that my date book is currently giving me. I have an awesome hostess promotion in the works that will hopefully help me with that. Pink Coach clutch, anyone? How about a black leather Douney and Bourk hand bag? If I've got your attention, send me your contact info and I'll tell you how you can win one or both!

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

We now interupt our regularly scheduled programming...

...for me to hop up on my soap box.

Since news of Osama bin Laden's death was made public on Sunday evening I've been, as I'm sure you have been, barraged with varying reactions. Some of these reactions have been deeply disturbing to me. On the one hand, bin Laden was a terrible excuse for a human being, teaching hatred and intolerance to thousands around the Arab world and even right here on American soil. His voice and influence needed to be silenced. The way his death is being widely celebrated seems wrong to me though. On the news you see images of people dancing and carrying on in the streets. Let's remember back to 10 years ago in the days and weeks following the Towers falling. Weren't they celebrating the same way over in Northern Africa? Weren't we offended that they would so openly rejoice in the loss of so many American lives? Here we are a decade later reacting the same way to the death of one of their leaders. America is a Christian nation. How can we possibly justify the celebratory reaction against what Jesus taught us? Our religion is about love. Love our neighbors. Love our enemies as ourselves. Love, love, love.

There is no doubt in my mind that God is not overjoyed by bin Laden's death. His heart for each of us is to bring us home to him. He covets each and every one of us, terrorist war lords included. Read the parable of the prodigal son. God is mourning Osama bin Laden's lost soul just as much as he's mourning the loss of your Aunt Edna who led a good life but never gave her life to Him. This Old Covenant eye for an eye reaction that I see everywhere I look just doesn't seem to me to be what Jesus taught us. Did Osama bin Laden need to die? Yes he absolutely did. Do we need to celebrate by dancing in the streets? No. That makes us no better than the terrorists he led.