Day Thirty: Your Reflection In the Mirror

Christ Follower
Believer, Wife, Mother, Daughter, Friend, Adoptee
Mentor, Committee Member, Cook, Baker, Crafter, Musician, Vocalist, Worker
Blogger, Reader, Pinterest Addict, Chocolate and Salt Lover
Adventurer, Sweats Girl, Old Man Sweater Donner,
Tracker, Lover, Exhibitionist, Introvert, Instigator
Student, Bleeding Heart, Dreamer, Equal Parts Pessimist and Optimist, 
Traveler, Seeker, Coffee Lover, Sinner, Joker, Fashionista
Girly Girl, Tomboy, Enthusiast, Coach, Realist, Writer, Talker, BS-er, Challenger
Swimmer, Nature Lover, Pet Owner, Driver, Music Lover
Banana Hater, Tea Lover, Beach Bum

Day Twenty-Nine: Your Talent

My new job has opened my eyes to a new talent that I possess–interview magic.


I am awesome at interviews.
And more accurately, I am awesome at getting people jobs or “gainful employment.”

Today I was able to help three clients start work at Little Caesar’s, one client will start in 1.5 weeks and another three clients have a high possibility of getting hired on as housekeepers at the local AmericInn. Not to mention that last week I was able to help one client get a job at Olive Garden, another three clients get work at Drunken Noodle, and hopefully (if all goes well) another two at Pelusa (an electric cord factory) and three at Hilton as housekeepers.

And that’s just the last two weeks.

Needless to say, I love the new job and am so happy that it’s such a good fit for me, my family life and for my self-esteem. It’s awesome to excel at something I get paid to do and even more awesome that I don’t dread going to work–here’s to hoping that I can find something similar (if not the same) after Dylan gets his first teaching job!

Day Twenty-Eight: Someone That Changed Your Life

Since the blog has been an homage to daughters and husband as of late, I’ve decided to pick a different character that has heavily influenced (read =changed) my life.

This comes up again and again but I truly don’t see that changing anytime soon (or ever).
I would choose four people as one unit that cohesively, and regardless of each other, shaped my life dramatically.
My birth mother.
My birth father.
My Dad.
My Mom.

I don’t really feel like getting into it right now. I feel like there’s more than I could ever say. Maybe someday I’ll expand more.

What I know now about parenthood–motherhood–is that I cannot fathom the decisions that were made and how they came about. And yet, I am so grateful that it has turned out the way it did.

I have three beautiful reasons for that, among a million other blessings.

Wordless Wednesday: Day Twenty-Seven: The Thing You Most Enjoy Doing

And if Nellie were in this picture it would be perfect.

Day Twenty-Two: Your Pet Peeves

My Pet Peeves have a lot to do with other people. Thus the following:

People who… 
  1. assume my daughters are not my husband’s because they don’t look like him. 
  2. assume I am an extremely, ahem, “active” teenage mother. 
  3. dole out unsolicited parenting advice, especially if it is accompanied with a been-there-done-that-you’re-too-young-to-understand-blah-blah-blahditty-blah-blah-kind-of-tone.
  4. pity others that live lifestyles they don’t understand. 
  5. are arrogant and bigoted to boot.
  6. don’t take pride in their written word, be it email, facebook status, twitter, whatever. Grammar is still well and alive people. Take notice.
  7. buck responsibility irresponsibly. 
  8. ask me “what are you?” Excuse me, what are you!? 
  9. eschew the basic rules of manners.
  10. spout out book knowledge but have no real-world application or experience for it.

I also am not a fan of hang nails, peeling cuticles (ouch), long hairs in my food, disorganized kitchens, throwing away food that hasn’t been eaten because it’s gone nasty before being used, lint balls on the underarms of my cardigans, poky armpit hairs, eyebrow hairs that refuse to be plucked, cracked eye shadows and face powders, dirty counter tops, and an empty cookie jar when all I want is something sweet. 

Hm. Apparently I’m quite particular. Maybe I should go ahead and register for AARP and get my cranky-old-lady card ahead of the game.

Day Twenty-One: Someone You Judged By Their First Impression


That’s a loaded question no? Maybe I should pick someone that I know doesn’t read this blog. Would that be a cop out?
To be honest, who doesn’t use their first impression to judge people? 
Okay, I’m copping out. Leave me alone. 
Go away!
Gawww…I hope this isn’t your first impression.