Just a hair grateful…

I’m learning…

Or at least trying.
I find that it isn’t that I am ungrateful by nature as much as I am easily distracted.
And that I have a love/hate relationship with my hair. Well, wait… Let me rephrase that. I had a love/hate relationship with my hair.
I am blessed with naturally curly hair that i love to have straightened. There are curly days, when I’m grateful for my hair, but most of the time I love it when my hair is straightened. When the Brazilian Blowout made itself pretty popular here, it soared to the very top of my Christmas wishlist. However, when I heard about all of the negative effects, possibilities and stuff- I decided against it. While I was getting my roots touched up, I was told that a great alternative would be a compression perm. At the word perm, I shuddered but was immediately assured that it would be that kind of perm. Word in the shop had been that the procedure would unify my curls, make them a bit bigger/bouncier and my hair all around easier to manage.
I made the appointment for after we got back and went in completely excited. I slid around on icy roads to make it on time, the day of the appointment. Visions of body filler curls and glorious hair filled my imagined Christmas season.
That’s the end of the pretty part.
The entire procedure was nightmarish. I’ve never felt so much induced head pressure. To say that it through me into a massive migraine would be an understatement. That aside, however, I still found myself optimistic that- though I would NEVER go through it again- it would still be ok.
It wasn’t.
I have the dryest, most fried afro. My hair is coarse and kinky. It’s awful. HORRIBLE.
And then I was reminded that, had I only been grateful to begin with.
Because now? Now I miss my hair. I’ve cried so much, and I feel so shallow crying over my hair.
So yeah… Gratitude. Maybe a large portion of it is perspective based, but my goal is to try and be more there
Oh yeah, and if anyone ever tells you that it is not that kind of ______, run- because it’s probably worse…
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Things that keep us going…

Several months ago, I logged into blogger and realized that my blog was dead.

There had been things that had occurred, in the real life spectrum of things, which had left me uninspired to continue it. Even so, Rainy Day and I had been together for SOOOO long, it seemed incomprehensible to just ax her. So, I held off. I posted infrequently with photos and such, just something to keep her sustained until I knew for sure…

And then NaNo happened, and I realized that I’m not really ready to be done, as a blogger. Because this blog is attached to my name I may be a lot more selective about the information I choose to share AND I have removed quite the majority of my archives- (for that same reason) but I’m not ready to see her go.

And yeah, my blog IS a girl. :) She’s obviously indecisive and quite often emotional- so it makes sense.

I realize I will have to rebuild my readership, which is ok.

NaNo inspired me to actually write again, for the first time in a long time. It restored something inside of me, and apparently just in time. Big things are brewing on the forefront of my life and quite honestly, I can’t imagine braving the storm without blogging…

If you happen to be someone who is still reading, thanks. :) I’ve gotten some really great emails and love in regards to whether or not I’d return here. I can’t tell you what they have meant. I guess essentially that means I can’t imagine braving on, without you…

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Out with the old, in with the new…

Being a RAD family, tradition has becoming an increasingly important part of our holiday season. It was our second Christmas that our daughter made it known that ornaments were the key part of that. Here we are, eight Christmas’ later and we decided to mix it up for the first time.
Last year, even she had to admit the tree was looking a little tired. She wanted a smaller tree to design herself, so we went with that. Though we would still sit by the glow of the tree lights, of an evening, we all began to look dreamily at the decorations in the stores and imagine something completely new and different.
So, this year, we unanimously agreed to take the plunge.
We bought a crisp white artificial tree. It’s beautiful!
Last Christmas, a sweet friend had sent me a Breast Cancer Awareness ornament. Because last year had resembled a difficult year in that area (a false diagnosis, months of fear and worry, etc.) it was even more special for me. So, naturally this was the first ornament to dangle- and complete inspiration for the rest…

Hot pink, grey and silver…

Viola:

The beautiful butterfly ornament we purchased from Bronnor’s the year my mom Julie passed away…

strings of glass and dozens of glass, “diamond” style ornaments…

Loads of glitter, sparkles, glimmer and complete girliness…

with a Tiara, to boot…


and, of course, a disco ball…


My husband even loves it, because it’s different.
Not being overly girly, or a big fan of pink, even I’m surprised
how much I truly do adore it. :)
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Snowfall…

For Idaho, we have an above average amount of snow.
It’s fitting really, that on the first day of December we woke up to an abundance of beautiful mounds of untouched white winter beauty. My daughter is begging to go mash it and roll it up, creating fortresses with snow guards. Though I appreciate her enthusiasm, from inside I am opposed to such changes.
What i am in favor of is baking something warm and delicious.
That in and of itself is strange. I loathe baking…
I am bewitched by the magic of such winter beauty, I suppose.
There isn’t any other explanation.
Today technically kicks off the Christmas season for our family. I love Christmas, it’s the best. My son will be home from military training for the first time since July, and we can not wait to see him. I can not wait to see him.
But, it is with a heavy heart that Christmas is here. There are so many things to be sad and worried about. {I know, i know, with all of my might I continue to hand over the worry} And even yet, nearly every day, life gets a little bit darker and a little bit heavier.
Rather then wishing on airplanes, I’ve decided to cast my wishes on the snowflakes, which are still falling. Surely there is a little piece of Christmas magic in them, somehow…

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I’m sorry…

I know this blog has been really quiet. I am really sorry… My excuse, as of late, is 40,032 words into my NaNoWriMo project…

Considering it’s only the 16th, not too shabby…
Plus, i’m still trying to figure out exactly what to do with this blog…
BUT- I wanted to touch base. I’ve gotten the sweetest comments on archived posts and the BEST emails… I {heart} my readers…

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