Happy March y'all!
I opened up an eBay store back in June of 2013. I basically take in peoples closets and resell them on eBay for a split percentage. I also buy storage units, yard sale and have various other methods of procuring items to sell. Basically, to break it down, I'm a retail reseller. Well, business is great! I may even be hiring someone in the near future so that I can grow. I love it! How did this all come about?
My husband needs me to stay at home with him. He has muscular dystrophy and is in a wheelchair. If I have a job outside of the house then its practically impossible to leave at his beckon call, so this is what I decided to do, for now.
Anyway, so business has been increasing steadily and I decided yesterday to reward my efforts with a pedicure. I never spend money on myself. Ever. I hadn't had a pedicure in nearly a year and it was just time. Flip flop season is right around the corner people. So, I go into our local Nail Star. Barbara Gray is going to kill me for that but I'm one of these people that have a hard time keeping an appointment due to my crazy schedule; I need a place I can go to on a whim. I enter the Nail Star (the one by Publix for all you locals that read my blog) and I'm asked the basic question: Hi. May I help you. Well, yes you can. I need a pedicure please. Pick yo color. So I pick this nudey pink color and I"m excited. One of the 'gentlemen' that was playing on his laptop said something in his native tongue. Immediately all three of the employees doing a pedicure look directly at me and laugh. I make eye contact with each of them and they quickly turn their heads. I sit down in the chair and it happens all over again. I feel my skin flush because I KNOW they are talking about me. How do they speak in that ultra-low tone? One man can say something while I'm two feet from him and I cannot hear him but the girl in the back of the building behind a close door calls out to him? What!
I would love for a nail place of this caliber to open up in my city somewhere where they have an 'English only' policy. I'd visit them and I'm sure a few of you would also.
In the words of Stephanie Tanner: 'How rude'.
I know this was pertinent information to get you through your Sunday but I really needed to share my thoughts!
Love,
T
R
A
C
I
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Sunday, March 2, 2014
Friday, February 21, 2014
What the heck just happened?
I swear to you, a scene out of American Horror Story just went down in the JC Penney salon. What the crap Batman.
I went to 97 different places (okay, 3) to get a hair cut because I was desperate. I knew there was no point in calling 'my lady' because she is so awesome that she is always booked. All three places I went were 'salons' and they all advertised 'walk-ins welcome'. Well, all I gots to say is.... don't advertise what you clearly cannot deliver. I could call those salons out but honestly what is the point. I will probably eventually forgive them all and go back one day.
I find myself dialing JC Penney salon. Don't judge. There is a guy there that has cut the girls hair several times and has done a fantastic job, very professional, very likable. So a young woman answers the phone, we will call her Chaos from this point forward. Chaos has some sort of speech impediment, which hey, I'm down, I can't say my r's and w's either. Chaos gets all my info and says 'I'll cut you now'. Well, little did I know that she meant that in the literal sense. Anyway, on with the story.
I need to side track here and say my hair has not been cut in nearly a year. It is down to my waist and it is stringy and dead on the ends. I just honestly do not take the time or spend the money on myself like that. So I knew when I went in there that I was probably going to get a good 3-4" cut off, easily. I attempted to sit down in Chaos' chair but it was shoved so far close to her work station that I could not fit. I had to ASK her to please move the seat back because it wouldn't even turn to let me in. She obliged. I sat. She takes my hair out of my bun that is piled on top of my head and says 'okay what do you want done'. I proceed to tell her that I would like long layers and side swept bangs. I TOTALLY regret the bangs comment as soon as it is out of my mouth. What the hell was I thinking.
At this point we leave her work station and go to the hair washing area. Chaos sprays me down with water, my back, my forehead, I'm dripping. I take a deep breath because I can see, I can feel that something is just not complete with this woman. Okay, I'm good. We can get through this. She begins to pat my head instead of scrub it. When I say pat I mean like you would 'pat' your animal. I had my hair washed, I mean patted and she handed me a towel and said 'here you go' and walked off. Okay at this point, I'm not sure if I should dry my own hair or run at 90 mph straight out the door. Well my dumb self left my glasses at her station so I couldn't see my hand in front of my face much less see enough to bolt for the door.
I go sit at Chaos' station. I know this is not going to go well but I am STILL giving her the benefit of the doubt because she is trying and God love her.....I don't know what the politically correct term is but something is going on with her mentally. So, I know what your thinking because I was thinking it too, 'Traci, you are about to let this woman put scissors to your head and cut your 8 feet long hair'.
Her first question to me was 'what kind of layers do you want'. Is their an option? I don't know. I always say 'do whatever you think is best' because you are the professional hair cutter person and since you are employed I'm going to ASSume you know what you are doing. I get offended when people tell me how to cook so I just try to remember that when I'm talking to a 'professional'. WELL, well, well....ya know what they say about ASSumptions don't ya?? Unhuh. Fail. She begins to question me about different angles to cut my hair. She did not find my 'I hate math' joke appropriate when I said 'hey, I'm not the one to be asking about angles'. I finally just said, layers, just long layers. I have no idea what the appropriate way to describe it is besides 'long layers'. I pull a picture up on Pinterest and she nods so we are on the same page.
Chaos cuts my hair nearly 20 minutes but nothing appears to be changing. She pulls her hand up and I hear her say 'oh'. My heart sank. To the ground. I just knew she had cut a chunk out of my hair or something. She RUNS away. Oh dear sweet baby Jesus. She comes back and continues on. She drops my hair again (the entire time flicking me in the face with wet hair). Runs away again. At this point I turn around and see what should be a massive amount of hair on the ground is no more than the amount that would come off a mans head while only shaving behind his ears. NOSE hair...it looks like nose hair on the ground. She comes back this time with a glove on her hand. OHHHHHHHHH I see, you cut yourself. She pulls my hair up AGAIN and that is when the blood drips down her hand right by my face and onto the floor...drip, drip, drip. Any of you that KNOW me, knows my distaste for blood, my utter fear of blood. I am one more drop of blood away from a total melt-down fashioned panic attack. The tears start to well up in my eyes on top of the wavering spots I'm seeing. I start taking huge gulps because I cannot suck in enough air at this point and once I actually get the air in I'm not exactly sure what to do with it.
The man that works there (and the only other person in the store) comes by and sees that I'm about to go down into complete meltdown mode, he says 'whats going on' to Chaos. Chaos says, 'Oh nutting, just call me the one gloved stylist'. Um, come again. I immediately turn the chair around and said 'she has been cutting my hair for 20 minutes and there isn't anything to show for it, she is bleeding ALL over the place and I'm leaving'. He asks if he can please finish the cut and sends me to his chair. He finishes the cut and it looks great. Chaotic but great.
I should have waited it out at the first shop that told me to come back in a couple of hours.
For the love.
Patience is a virtue.
Traci
I went to 97 different places (okay, 3) to get a hair cut because I was desperate. I knew there was no point in calling 'my lady' because she is so awesome that she is always booked. All three places I went were 'salons' and they all advertised 'walk-ins welcome'. Well, all I gots to say is.... don't advertise what you clearly cannot deliver. I could call those salons out but honestly what is the point. I will probably eventually forgive them all and go back one day.
I find myself dialing JC Penney salon. Don't judge. There is a guy there that has cut the girls hair several times and has done a fantastic job, very professional, very likable. So a young woman answers the phone, we will call her Chaos from this point forward. Chaos has some sort of speech impediment, which hey, I'm down, I can't say my r's and w's either. Chaos gets all my info and says 'I'll cut you now'. Well, little did I know that she meant that in the literal sense. Anyway, on with the story.
I need to side track here and say my hair has not been cut in nearly a year. It is down to my waist and it is stringy and dead on the ends. I just honestly do not take the time or spend the money on myself like that. So I knew when I went in there that I was probably going to get a good 3-4" cut off, easily. I attempted to sit down in Chaos' chair but it was shoved so far close to her work station that I could not fit. I had to ASK her to please move the seat back because it wouldn't even turn to let me in. She obliged. I sat. She takes my hair out of my bun that is piled on top of my head and says 'okay what do you want done'. I proceed to tell her that I would like long layers and side swept bangs. I TOTALLY regret the bangs comment as soon as it is out of my mouth. What the hell was I thinking.
At this point we leave her work station and go to the hair washing area. Chaos sprays me down with water, my back, my forehead, I'm dripping. I take a deep breath because I can see, I can feel that something is just not complete with this woman. Okay, I'm good. We can get through this. She begins to pat my head instead of scrub it. When I say pat I mean like you would 'pat' your animal. I had my hair washed, I mean patted and she handed me a towel and said 'here you go' and walked off. Okay at this point, I'm not sure if I should dry my own hair or run at 90 mph straight out the door. Well my dumb self left my glasses at her station so I couldn't see my hand in front of my face much less see enough to bolt for the door.
I go sit at Chaos' station. I know this is not going to go well but I am STILL giving her the benefit of the doubt because she is trying and God love her.....I don't know what the politically correct term is but something is going on with her mentally. So, I know what your thinking because I was thinking it too, 'Traci, you are about to let this woman put scissors to your head and cut your 8 feet long hair'.
Her first question to me was 'what kind of layers do you want'. Is their an option? I don't know. I always say 'do whatever you think is best' because you are the professional hair cutter person and since you are employed I'm going to ASSume you know what you are doing. I get offended when people tell me how to cook so I just try to remember that when I'm talking to a 'professional'. WELL, well, well....ya know what they say about ASSumptions don't ya?? Unhuh. Fail. She begins to question me about different angles to cut my hair. She did not find my 'I hate math' joke appropriate when I said 'hey, I'm not the one to be asking about angles'. I finally just said, layers, just long layers. I have no idea what the appropriate way to describe it is besides 'long layers'. I pull a picture up on Pinterest and she nods so we are on the same page.
Chaos cuts my hair nearly 20 minutes but nothing appears to be changing. She pulls her hand up and I hear her say 'oh'. My heart sank. To the ground. I just knew she had cut a chunk out of my hair or something. She RUNS away. Oh dear sweet baby Jesus. She comes back and continues on. She drops my hair again (the entire time flicking me in the face with wet hair). Runs away again. At this point I turn around and see what should be a massive amount of hair on the ground is no more than the amount that would come off a mans head while only shaving behind his ears. NOSE hair...it looks like nose hair on the ground. She comes back this time with a glove on her hand. OHHHHHHHHH I see, you cut yourself. She pulls my hair up AGAIN and that is when the blood drips down her hand right by my face and onto the floor...drip, drip, drip. Any of you that KNOW me, knows my distaste for blood, my utter fear of blood. I am one more drop of blood away from a total melt-down fashioned panic attack. The tears start to well up in my eyes on top of the wavering spots I'm seeing. I start taking huge gulps because I cannot suck in enough air at this point and once I actually get the air in I'm not exactly sure what to do with it.
The man that works there (and the only other person in the store) comes by and sees that I'm about to go down into complete meltdown mode, he says 'whats going on' to Chaos. Chaos says, 'Oh nutting, just call me the one gloved stylist'. Um, come again. I immediately turn the chair around and said 'she has been cutting my hair for 20 minutes and there isn't anything to show for it, she is bleeding ALL over the place and I'm leaving'. He asks if he can please finish the cut and sends me to his chair. He finishes the cut and it looks great. Chaotic but great.
I should have waited it out at the first shop that told me to come back in a couple of hours.
For the love.
Patience is a virtue.
Traci
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
First Priority.
Life is so short. Can I get an Amen?
I have so much stress in my life but most of it I have created. I lose sight of my priorities very easily. Do you? It cannot just be me. I have so much to do on any given day that most days I end up spinning my wheels. I'm starting to fall into the category of 'I do everything but I do nothing well'. You would never know it. If you are one of the ninety seven people that I do something for, then you would never know that the ninety six other people exist. I give 150 percent, each and every time, no matter how big or small the task. But, what is all this 'yes ma'am' stuff getting me? A frickin' headache, that's what.
I over volunteer. I say 'yes' way too often. I don't know why. I guess if I'm honest with myself its because I don't want anyone to think poorly of me for saying 'no'.
Lately, I have found myself in a predicament where I can't wait for the kids to go to bed so I can hop on the next project. That is terrible. When I actually realized that I was doing this I had to stop and think to myself....I have totally lost track of my priorities. Between working, blogging, room mom, soccer mom, cheer mom, cooking, cleaning, Junior Achievement, any other 'kid' thing, baseball, wrestling....I mean the list just goes on and on and on and on....Oh wait, I forgot about school, I am a full-time college student also. Do you notice what is missing from my very very long list? Church or anything that has to do with God himself. WHAT is wrong with me, where did I get so off track?
I typically spend Sunday mornings watching Church of the Highlands internet feed from my desk, while working. While it is amazing and Pastor Chris is wonderful, this just isn't cutting it anymore. The first Sunday in March, I will be in church. I physically will leave my house and find the righteous pathway back to God. I have let all of these things overwhelm me and consume me. It has totally made me forget what really matters.
If I have to say 'no' in order to say 'yes' to Christ then I guess I may be disappointing a few people. If Christ is your number one then your number two through ninety-nine thousand will certainly just fall into place.
~I can do ALL things through Christ Jesus. My father says so. Philippians 4:13.
It's a GREAT day,
Traci
I have so much stress in my life but most of it I have created. I lose sight of my priorities very easily. Do you? It cannot just be me. I have so much to do on any given day that most days I end up spinning my wheels. I'm starting to fall into the category of 'I do everything but I do nothing well'. You would never know it. If you are one of the ninety seven people that I do something for, then you would never know that the ninety six other people exist. I give 150 percent, each and every time, no matter how big or small the task. But, what is all this 'yes ma'am' stuff getting me? A frickin' headache, that's what.
I over volunteer. I say 'yes' way too often. I don't know why. I guess if I'm honest with myself its because I don't want anyone to think poorly of me for saying 'no'.
Lately, I have found myself in a predicament where I can't wait for the kids to go to bed so I can hop on the next project. That is terrible. When I actually realized that I was doing this I had to stop and think to myself....I have totally lost track of my priorities. Between working, blogging, room mom, soccer mom, cheer mom, cooking, cleaning, Junior Achievement, any other 'kid' thing, baseball, wrestling....I mean the list just goes on and on and on and on....Oh wait, I forgot about school, I am a full-time college student also. Do you notice what is missing from my very very long list? Church or anything that has to do with God himself. WHAT is wrong with me, where did I get so off track?
I typically spend Sunday mornings watching Church of the Highlands internet feed from my desk, while working. While it is amazing and Pastor Chris is wonderful, this just isn't cutting it anymore. The first Sunday in March, I will be in church. I physically will leave my house and find the righteous pathway back to God. I have let all of these things overwhelm me and consume me. It has totally made me forget what really matters.
If I have to say 'no' in order to say 'yes' to Christ then I guess I may be disappointing a few people. If Christ is your number one then your number two through ninety-nine thousand will certainly just fall into place.
~I can do ALL things through Christ Jesus. My father says so. Philippians 4:13.
It's a GREAT day,
Traci
Saturday, February 8, 2014
Things you may not know about me!
I wanted to do a little writing exercise today so I chose 'Things You Didn't Know About Me'. I hope you enjoy!
1. I am a strong believer that older individuals need to be retested for their drivers license at the age of 75. I mean, let's get real: if you can't see the color of the lights or the lines between lanes then its probably time to put the license away. 2,000 pound cars are not meant to be driven by just anyone, forever. :::: UPDATE! I have changed the age from 60 to 75 because I got a Facebook beat down for my age choice!
2. I haven't cut my hair in a year because I do not want to spend the money to do so. Ponytails are a nappy haired girls best friend.
3. I am controlling. About everything.
4. I attract psychos in every aspect of my life. I can't elaborate because then I'll sound like a psycho...wait...maybe, well...anyway.
5. I have a blog. Which obviously (unless you're one of the psychos) you already know that. I blog at least five times a week; I try to blog each day.
6. I have a dog that barks non-stop at my husband and his wheelchair, we can't figure out if its my husband or the wheelchair because he is kinda attached to it so, no room for an experiment there. Doug will move his joystick (get your mind out the gutter) to move and that one little click will send the dog into a tizzy. We can be on the opposite side of the house with the door shut and the tv in my room and the one in the living room on and holy crap batman....one tiny little click that is not audible to human ears...she goes ballistic. She hates him. We don't know why.
7. I have an unnatural obsession with Henry Cavill, Channing Tatum, Charlie Hunnam and Vin Diesel. My husband is aware of it.
8. I'd rather have a snake in my bed and know it rather than think there may be a lizard or a frog within a 60 yard radius. I hate frickin lizards and frogs....ughhh.....wait, unless I'm eating frog legs; I love frog legs.
9. I have three children. They are all three psycho. See #4.
10. I <3 vampire anything. I read vampire books, watch vampire tv shows and movies. I like me a good vampire. Fo sho. I watch Twilight at least once a month, fo rizzle.
11. I could live off of French food and/or cereal. Nom.
12. I wish I weighed 130 pounds, I haven't since about 4th grade.
13. I do not like odd numbers.
14. I own an eBay company. It is my sole source of income. I love it! It allows me to stay at home and work in order to take care of my husband and my kids. It is difficult to work from home because everyone expect that you are sitting around eating bon bons. I get up at 5:30 AM...I go to bed between 1 and 2 AM. You do the calculation.
15. I do not like COUNTRY music. Sorry Katelyn Carter.
16. I am completely 10000000% antisocial. OMG, I can't even talk about it. If I am in a situation where I went some where with a friend and they leave me to speak to someone else it will cause me to have a total breakdown. I clam up and forget how to use words.
17. I am NOT afraid of public speaking. How that works with #16, I have no idea.
18. I am in college for my second degree. I already have an associates of Culinary Arts. I want to be a Home Economic teacher when I grow up. Not sure when/if that will happen.
19. I love to cook. OMG I love to cook, I love to eat, I love food in general: reading about it, buying it, cooking it...whatever! I love all things about it! LOL! See why #12 will probably never happen!
20. I wear a lot of make-up. A lot. My original thought as I was leaving high school was to become a make-up artist. I am not someone that wears the same colors every day, I love to add in color on my face and I guess its because 99% of my wardrobe consists of black clothes and shoes.
21. I am teaching Junior Achievement for the third time at Meadow View Elementary. I love doing it and it is always an honor to be asked. The kids enjoy it and it is a great tool that provides the children with the basic knowledge about living in a community. If your school doesn't participate, I HIGHLY suggest you look into with a school counselor.
22. I am room mom to Mindy Jeffcoat (Tanner's Kindergarten teacher) and Connie Kakoliris, AKA: Miss K (Payton's teacher).
23. I am soccer mom to Payton's soccer team!
24. I am cheer mom to Haleigh's cheer team and let me tell you, I could write an entire article on that by itself. You talk about hard work - it is a part time job between June and December. I have been rewarded with the kindest words and torn down with the harshest. People never cease to amaze me. Let me tell you, if you are a football or cheer mom then hear this advice: put your big girl panties on and make sure you have skin thick enough to take a beating, because trust me when I say it WILL happen. No matter WHAT you do, it WILL happen. That one parent will not like ANYTHING you do, will accuse you of things, will insult you and will chew you up and spit you out. Just remember, you are volunteering YOUR time, they are not. You have to be the best you can be at the end of the day, they can like it or lump it. Honestly. With that said, I can't wait until next season.
25. I like to argue.
26. My feelings are hurt easily but that hurt usually just lights a fire under my butt. I will plot out revenge in multiple scenarios. I may even write some of those scenarios down.
27. I forgive easily but I never forget.
28. I have never ridden in a limo, air plane, cruise ship or 18 wheeler.
29. I am a reality show freak. My dvr was a nightmare. I finally gave up and purchased hulu and netflix. It is what it is people.
30. I look CRAY CRAY with blonde hair. Like, Kim Kardashian bad.
31. I have three best friends. I use them all for different things. Stefanie is my funny, smart A friend. I mean, if you need a good laugh she can ALWAYS hook you up. Then there is Jessica, she is my 'mommy friend', I call her for advice. Then there is my soul sister, Cassie. I call her for anything and everything. We can go weeks without speaking and pickup as if we spoke five minutes ago. Shes is totes my bff.
32. Wow this list is growing long.
33. I love teeny bopper stuff: Pretty Little Liars, Vampire Diaries, anything on the CW, silly teenager books...yeah, I have a problem.
34. I feel sorry for some kids because I know their parents.
35. I cannot deal with bodily functions. Eeek.
So, in case you didn't know; now you know.
Traci
1. I am a strong believer that older individuals need to be retested for their drivers license at the age of 75. I mean, let's get real: if you can't see the color of the lights or the lines between lanes then its probably time to put the license away. 2,000 pound cars are not meant to be driven by just anyone, forever. :::: UPDATE! I have changed the age from 60 to 75 because I got a Facebook beat down for my age choice!
2. I haven't cut my hair in a year because I do not want to spend the money to do so. Ponytails are a nappy haired girls best friend.
3. I am controlling. About everything.
4. I attract psychos in every aspect of my life. I can't elaborate because then I'll sound like a psycho...wait...maybe, well...anyway.
5. I have a blog. Which obviously (unless you're one of the psychos) you already know that. I blog at least five times a week; I try to blog each day.
6. I have a dog that barks non-stop at my husband and his wheelchair, we can't figure out if its my husband or the wheelchair because he is kinda attached to it so, no room for an experiment there. Doug will move his joystick (get your mind out the gutter) to move and that one little click will send the dog into a tizzy. We can be on the opposite side of the house with the door shut and the tv in my room and the one in the living room on and holy crap batman....one tiny little click that is not audible to human ears...she goes ballistic. She hates him. We don't know why.
7. I have an unnatural obsession with Henry Cavill, Channing Tatum, Charlie Hunnam and Vin Diesel. My husband is aware of it.
8. I'd rather have a snake in my bed and know it rather than think there may be a lizard or a frog within a 60 yard radius. I hate frickin lizards and frogs....ughhh.....wait, unless I'm eating frog legs; I love frog legs.
9. I have three children. They are all three psycho. See #4.
10. I <3 vampire anything. I read vampire books, watch vampire tv shows and movies. I like me a good vampire. Fo sho. I watch Twilight at least once a month, fo rizzle.
11. I could live off of French food and/or cereal. Nom.
12. I wish I weighed 130 pounds, I haven't since about 4th grade.
13. I do not like odd numbers.
14. I own an eBay company. It is my sole source of income. I love it! It allows me to stay at home and work in order to take care of my husband and my kids. It is difficult to work from home because everyone expect that you are sitting around eating bon bons. I get up at 5:30 AM...I go to bed between 1 and 2 AM. You do the calculation.
15. I do not like COUNTRY music. Sorry Katelyn Carter.
16. I am completely 10000000% antisocial. OMG, I can't even talk about it. If I am in a situation where I went some where with a friend and they leave me to speak to someone else it will cause me to have a total breakdown. I clam up and forget how to use words.
17. I am NOT afraid of public speaking. How that works with #16, I have no idea.
18. I am in college for my second degree. I already have an associates of Culinary Arts. I want to be a Home Economic teacher when I grow up. Not sure when/if that will happen.
19. I love to cook. OMG I love to cook, I love to eat, I love food in general: reading about it, buying it, cooking it...whatever! I love all things about it! LOL! See why #12 will probably never happen!
20. I wear a lot of make-up. A lot. My original thought as I was leaving high school was to become a make-up artist. I am not someone that wears the same colors every day, I love to add in color on my face and I guess its because 99% of my wardrobe consists of black clothes and shoes.
21. I am teaching Junior Achievement for the third time at Meadow View Elementary. I love doing it and it is always an honor to be asked. The kids enjoy it and it is a great tool that provides the children with the basic knowledge about living in a community. If your school doesn't participate, I HIGHLY suggest you look into with a school counselor.
22. I am room mom to Mindy Jeffcoat (Tanner's Kindergarten teacher) and Connie Kakoliris, AKA: Miss K (Payton's teacher).
23. I am soccer mom to Payton's soccer team!
24. I am cheer mom to Haleigh's cheer team and let me tell you, I could write an entire article on that by itself. You talk about hard work - it is a part time job between June and December. I have been rewarded with the kindest words and torn down with the harshest. People never cease to amaze me. Let me tell you, if you are a football or cheer mom then hear this advice: put your big girl panties on and make sure you have skin thick enough to take a beating, because trust me when I say it WILL happen. No matter WHAT you do, it WILL happen. That one parent will not like ANYTHING you do, will accuse you of things, will insult you and will chew you up and spit you out. Just remember, you are volunteering YOUR time, they are not. You have to be the best you can be at the end of the day, they can like it or lump it. Honestly. With that said, I can't wait until next season.
25. I like to argue.
26. My feelings are hurt easily but that hurt usually just lights a fire under my butt. I will plot out revenge in multiple scenarios. I may even write some of those scenarios down.
27. I forgive easily but I never forget.
28. I have never ridden in a limo, air plane, cruise ship or 18 wheeler.
29. I am a reality show freak. My dvr was a nightmare. I finally gave up and purchased hulu and netflix. It is what it is people.
30. I look CRAY CRAY with blonde hair. Like, Kim Kardashian bad.
31. I have three best friends. I use them all for different things. Stefanie is my funny, smart A friend. I mean, if you need a good laugh she can ALWAYS hook you up. Then there is Jessica, she is my 'mommy friend', I call her for advice. Then there is my soul sister, Cassie. I call her for anything and everything. We can go weeks without speaking and pickup as if we spoke five minutes ago. Shes is totes my bff.
32. Wow this list is growing long.
33. I love teeny bopper stuff: Pretty Little Liars, Vampire Diaries, anything on the CW, silly teenager books...yeah, I have a problem.
34. I feel sorry for some kids because I know their parents.
35. I cannot deal with bodily functions. Eeek.
So, in case you didn't know; now you know.
Traci
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
Naked Face
I don't leave the house without make-up on my face. EVER. You know why? Because when I do, I WILL run into you and every other person I haven't seen since high school. Never fails, never ever, fails. But a friend of mine recently did a blog post posting a selfie with no make-up on. It was very inspirational for me. Because let's be honest, once its on the internet there ain't no going back! It's there. FOREVER. Some of you young girls that post half naked pictures and tag yourself on Instagram, Twitter, Facebook, etc....oh buddy, y'all are going to be regretting that sooner rather than later. What are you going to do when your grandbaby (again for most of you that act this way will have a grandkid 'sooner rather than later') is sitting on your lap and a half naked hooker style picture just pops right up? Are you going to say, 'look sweet baby, granny was hot!' (and had no virtue whatsoever)? Yeah, you probably will say that!
I often joke that if I looked like, let's say 'Jennifer Lawrence' (which I totes adore by the way), that you'd have a hard time keeping clothes on me. Them's just jokes y'all! I do LOVE JLaw though, for realz.
Anyway, I've gone off talking like the redneck tweener again.
So, back to my point. I have begun to think about this no-make-up selfie. Katelyn Carter's blog Southern Samplings is great for anyone but is most definitely valuable if you have a younger (teens to late twenties) daughter. I love to read it and I know you will too. It is the epitome of value and self-worth. She is an amazing young lady that has SO much going on for herself and gives all the glory to God! So when you have a sec, click the link and go check out her 'real selfie'.
I decided that wearing no make-up is empowering. You may think that sounds dumb but think about it for a second. If you can STILL look good with no make-up on then you know you have something to work with! I'm serious! It is those of you that don't take 20 minutes out of your day to smother your face in chemicals that REALLY have the chutzpah. Not those of us that slather it on like its actually changing who we are.
So I am daring ALL of you over the next few days to take a naked face selfie and post it on some sort of social media! Get your beautiful self out there....haters going to hate.
I'm so jealous of Katelyn's beautiful skin! That is all.
Here we go..................................(don't think that your computer is broken)..........
I often joke that if I looked like, let's say 'Jennifer Lawrence' (which I totes adore by the way), that you'd have a hard time keeping clothes on me. Them's just jokes y'all! I do LOVE JLaw though, for realz.
Anyway, I've gone off talking like the redneck tweener again.
So, back to my point. I have begun to think about this no-make-up selfie. Katelyn Carter's blog Southern Samplings is great for anyone but is most definitely valuable if you have a younger (teens to late twenties) daughter. I love to read it and I know you will too. It is the epitome of value and self-worth. She is an amazing young lady that has SO much going on for herself and gives all the glory to God! So when you have a sec, click the link and go check out her 'real selfie'.
I decided that wearing no make-up is empowering. You may think that sounds dumb but think about it for a second. If you can STILL look good with no make-up on then you know you have something to work with! I'm serious! It is those of you that don't take 20 minutes out of your day to smother your face in chemicals that REALLY have the chutzpah. Not those of us that slather it on like its actually changing who we are.
So I am daring ALL of you over the next few days to take a naked face selfie and post it on some sort of social media! Get your beautiful self out there....haters going to hate.
I'm so jealous of Katelyn's beautiful skin! That is all.
Here we go..................................(don't think that your computer is broken)..........
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| No Make-up |
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| With Make-up |
The difference is alarming. Just goes to show you 'what people see is truly not what people get'. It is amazing the amount of stuff I put on my face to have one ounce of confidence! WHAT! Who does that! Confidence shouldn't come from the clothes on your body, the shoes on your feet or the make-up on your face. It SHOULD come from who you have become as a person, in your heart, how you treat others! Come on all you ladies, we need to change this. NOW!
You can do it.
Naturally yours,
Traci.
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