A relative easy goal

I am finally achieving a goal.

I set goals all the time.
Such as:
1. Don't eat out as much
2. Plan meals ahead of time.
3. Coupon!
4. Workout
5. Stay away from cokes
6. Become a superstar

Many of these goals have yet to be met, or I'll work towards them briefly and then I forget about them. I did make a goal to grow out my nails.

I don't bite my nails, but I did pick at them which caused them to be relatively short. They weren't gross short though!! I decided that I was going to paint them a bright or dark color so that I wouldn't mess with them and it worked!!

My nails are looking good, even though the middle finger nail broke the other day.:( I know that this is a very vain blog topic, but you have to understand that I don't meet very many of my goals and the fact that this goal is going well and I am seeing the fruits of my labors is very encouraging. The other day I really did think,"If I can grow my nails, then surely I can complete other goals." They sure are lookin' good. I even awarded my nails by buying myself O.P.I. nailpolish the other day, just to say thank you and that I care.

My New Favorite Thing

I'm telling you this stuff is amazing. I have naturally oily oily skin. It's genetic (thanks mom!). I have struggled with it my whole life. I have tried EVERYTHING!! Yes, I know I could use those little blot paper thingys but who wants to rely on those every few hours. I wanted a solution to a constant problem.

One day, I had HAD it!!! I was ready to spend some big bucks. I checked out the Sephora website. I had never shopped there before but I know that they are the gurus of all things beauty. I searched and searched the website and read reviews of anything that might help. I found this product. It have very good reviews. One person complained that it dried out her skin, but I thought that's exactly what I need. I was also presently surprised that it was only $34.00. That is doable, if it works. You got 3 things in one and it was supposed to last a while. My skin is like someone else's skin now.


Now, it isn't a miracle product. BUT it's 11:10 am and my face is still not oily from this morning's shower. It's amazing. I'm in love with a facesoap (To the tune of I'm in luv with a stripper).

I have just set up my phone to update my blog. I am just trying this out

Apparently, I have skills that were hidden under the surface.

I am a Gotcha Expert.

I refrain from being modest, because it is the truth.

I'm not conceited, I'm convinced.

If this was not true, then why after 10 years of taking a hiatus from the game was I able to make continuous "nothing but net" shots last night.

See?

I am an expert.

In fact I heard the following phrases during my reign as Gotcha Queen last night:

Lebron James

You must have played college ball

She's a murderer

Don't get in front of her because she'll get you out.

So yes. I am an expert.

I will start taking endorsements and start advertising my new tennis shoes any day now.

Oh, is that my phone ringing? Be right back.

Okay, it was Nike and New Balance. I will have to get back with them to decide which shoe deal was the most lucrative.

I think I will endorse good sports bras for the more blessed women.

In fact, I will called them "Blessed" or...

"Buttercups" because

Why do you build me up (Build me up) Buttercup baby just to let me down (Let me down)

See? I've thought about this. I will sign autographs for the fans.

Please, feel free to deflate my ego when needed.

I DID IT!!!!!!!!

I did it, Everyone!! I'm so proud of myself, I could just shout it from the rooftops!!

Not really. But I am proud of myself.

Last night I was determined to get on the treadmill. Determined. That's the only way that you will get me on that treadmill. It's in a room without a TV that's basically our junk room. This room holds things that need to be taken to the dump, but haven't made their way yet.

But I had an idea! The bulb went on above me and I knew that it was sent from God.

This was my idea:
I would put a DVD in the laptop and then put the laptop on the treadmill. Last night I chose Grey's Anatomy Season 5 DVD. It was pure genius!!!!

I plugged my headphones in the laptop and was determined that I would walk/jog during the entire episode. That would mean 42-44 minutes of exercise. I have zero motivation. Nothing works. Even thinking about how I am going to be a bridesmaid and that I need to look HOTT in my dress doesn't work. I try thinking about how it's good for my health. Nope. Nada. I even have tried Stephanie's method of being tough like Jane Pauley. Nothing.

So here I was speed walking and then throwing some jogging in there for fun. I got to about 35 minutes and I was tired. I had sweat dripping off of my face. Typically, this would have been when I would have stopped and said Good Job! but not last night!!!!! I just kept going. Towards the end-I was determined that I was going to run through the end of the race (episode). The finish line was there!! I SPRINTED (as much as you can on a treadmill) and I imagined that the crowd was yelling for me,"Go Dana!!! You can do it!!" At one point, I was waving to my "crowd of adoring fans."

I made it!! I was so proud of myself. I then immediately ran to the full length mirror to see if my stomach was flatter. HAHAHA! Let's just be honest here, if the results were that quick, then there would not be another obese person around. I was so proud of myself and I plan on doing it again tonight.

After my Grey's is over, then there will be newer episodes posted online. And then there's The Office, The Cosby Show, and Friends is online!! Watch out!

Seriously?

Okay, so a friend a mine follows a lot a blogs. I assume that she knows these folks and they seemed like nice girls and their blogs were pretty, sssssooooo I decided to follow their blogs in secret.

I have been frustrated with these girls. They are all very pretty girls who are either about to graduate college or have started grad school. So far, every single one of their posts have been about clothes. They have been about fashion and finding purses and shirts and seeing Versace bags that they really really want. I don't even have to know these girls to know that they have high pinched squeaky voices. One of these girls just happened to mention that she wore a size 0. It was at that point that I deleted her from the blogs that I follow.

Those girls are just plain obnoxious.

The other day, Stephanie and I went into Old Navy. She was reluctant, but I wanted to go because I thought that they might have something usable in there. THEY DID!! They had their flip flops on sale 2/$5.00!! Steph and I were digging through the shoes when some squeaky voiced girls who sounded like they were from the Valley (Remember Clueless?) instead of West TN came up behind us. Stephanie and I didn't even say a word, we just looked at each other and left the store.

This is very judgemental, and I acknowledge this fact. These girls just really get on my nerves! I'm sure that some are smart, but it can't be healthy for their vocal cords to speak an octave higher than what is necessary. They probably don't have any trouble calling their little poodles because their voice sounds like a dog whistle. There is no way that a guy could stand to listen to that squeal whenever they talk. Sure, they might be pretty but GIVE ME A BREAK!!! It is not attractive for a 20 year old to talk like a baby. You might as well throw a bottle in their mouth because that's what they sound like. I would never take anyone who sounds like that seriously.

If someone actually talks that way because they were born with the vocal cords of a munchkin, then I would offer this piece of advice:


SMOKE A CIGARETTE!!

You Never Know

Every once in a while God shows me why I am living where I am. God reaffirmed that I should be in Bolivar last night at church.

Everyone knows that when you are in Middle/High School drama surrounds you. Typically, when I see drama starting to go down I try to nip it in the bud as quick as I can. Last night, I thought I was doing the same.

All of the youth were filing into the meeting room when I noticed that one of the girls looked as if she was about to break down into tears. I pulled her aside and asked if she was okay. She told me that she wasn't okay so I pulled her into another Sunday school to talk.

This girl immediately broke down into sobs.

The problem, which I could barely understand, was something that happens to everyone. A friend of hers came up to her and called her a "ho." That was a typical greeting which in classier terms mean, "Hello best friend. How are you doing?" Her friend didn't even realize how much that name would have hurt her feelings. She didn't know that this girl had just been told that people around school thought that she was a whore because of what she did with boys and that half of the rumors weren't even true.

This girl is 13 and she lost her virginity at 12. Since she was 12, she has been intimate with a guy 7 times! She shared with me that she tries to say no, and if she didn't say no most of the time then her number would have been 20. She even shared with me that she really thought that the guy she lost her virginity to really cared for her, but found out soon after that he only wanted her for one thing. She also said that he had locked the door and wouldn't let her off the bed. Basically she was raped.


What do you say? I didn't preach to her. I could have said the typical church responses which consist of the following:
1. You should not do that.
2. Why didn't you just say no.
3. Find new friends.
4. God will forgive you.
5. Born again Virgin

I didn't know what to say to her, but I did know that God had put me there for a reason. She and I talked about her goals and what could happen if she continued to make those decisions. My heart was breaking for this girl.

While talking with this girl, my head started thinking, "How many times do I say something hurtful to someone and I don't even realize it?" Everyone does it.

This might sound silly, but for those of you who know me know that I have a serious foot issue. I hate feet and it's a problem. One time someone made fun of my toes. I will never forget it. That person didn't know that I had an issue with feet. I have a hard enough time wearing flip-flops. He didn't know.

How many times do we make fun of something and not realize how much it hurts someone? Just something to think about.