Bringin' the cuteness this Halloween

I will post more pictures after Halloween tomorrow, but I had to share this! Bear is infatuated with octopus lately... octopus and hedgehogs... and cats... but anyhows... As we were deciding what they would be for Halloween, Bear consistently said she wanted to be 'a purple baby octopus!'... Bug changed her mind several times (she is my daughter after all).... First she wanted to be a witch, so I bought a cutesy little orange and black witch's fascinator hat, and was going to make her a gorgeous black and orange full full tutu... but the fascinator was too big. And then I had to open my big mouth and mention that there may have been owl costumes at Old Navy... so then Bug wanted to be an owl.... well I get the prize for "Mom of the Year" because by the time I got around to going back to Old Navy they were all sold out of Bug's size. Great! Now what.... Never fear, her costume is solid, and she loves it.... but its not finished yet (yes, I know Halloween is tomorrow) and so you'll have to wait.

Bear on the other hand, as I said, consistently knew what she wanted to be. At first I thought "Octopus! What craziness is this?!" but then I thought that would be SOOOO cute! So... after I planned out how to make said octopus costume, the hunt began for 4 pairs of matching purple knee high socks.... I had everyone and their mother that I know lookin for 4 pairs of matching purple knee socks! I was beginning to think all hope was lost... Then, I stopped at Target (which I should have done first anyways) because they always have super cute socks for cheap (like $1.00 cheap) and I LOVE me some cutesy patterned socks..... anyhows.... I found 4 pairs of purple and hot pink chevron striped knee high socks! $2.00 a pair! SCORE! I may or may not have also bought myself a pair of grey socks with blue hedgehogs on them.... So now I have my 'legs'..... I needed to find a plain long sleeve shirt to match or coordinate... did I mention I wanted PLAIN? What the heck happened to just plain solid color shirts?! I swear... I was having a little bit of a freak out moment... then I finally found a solid purple shirt... it has a pocket but at that point I wasn't going to be too picky.... til I realized that the only sizes available were 2t and 5t.... geez! Are you kiddin me?! Ah, what the heck, I bought a 2t and said a prayer because Bear is still teeny... and in the mean time I thought I would still hunt for a plain colored long sleeve purple shirt..... I also snagged some hot pink leggings that were on clearance (Bear is in a leggings phase lately...) for her to wear under the costume.

Now, the original plan was to stuff 6 of the knee socks and sew them to the bottom of the shirt and have Bear wear the last pair... except... I bought WOMEN'S knee socks... not toddler knee socks... So we stuffed ALL. EIGHT. SOCKS. Great times, great times... I went to sew them on the bottom of her shirt... And then I momentarily had a panic attack because these 'legs' looked ginormous and I just knew they wouldn't all fit on this teeny little shirt I bought...
This is the conversation I had with myself:

Me: Geez.... all 8 of these things won't fit on this teeny little shirt... great now what!
Brain: Take 2 off... just sew 6 on there... it'll be fine...
Me: I can't just sew 6 legs on there! Octopus have 8 legs! Not 6!
Brain: She's 3, she won't know... no one will notice
Me: Yes they will! Because even if they don't notice, I will tell them there are only 6 legs on her costume when there shoulda been 8!
Brain: Or how bout you just pin em on and see if they fit...
Me: Oh, I didn't do that did I?

So... I pinned them, and all 8 fit on the bottom of the shirt... When I was all done and showed Bear, she got so excited! She tried it on (because then I freaked out thinking the 2t shirt would be insanely too small) and looked at me with the biggest smile ever. She said "Momma, can I spin? Can I twirl and make my legs fly?" Yes, baby you can spin, you can twirl. She twirled around and made those lil octopus legs fly! And then we took her picture...

Sorry for this fuzzy picture,  it's from my cell phone.... but she was just tooo cute! After I took her picture, she smiled at me and said "This is the best oppopus (she has a hard time saying 'octopus') costume ever! Mommy, you're awesome! You're the best!" Seriously... made it sooo worth it. Seeing this picture makes my heart bigger... I am so blessed.

Just call me Taylor, yo...

So, this is a bit of a disclaimer for all you lovelies. Get ready for it.... Ok... So just sayin... this is MY blog, and it's about MY life. Therefore, it kinda goes without sayin that if you are or ever have been a part of my life, you may or may not end up in a post or 2 (or 10...).

I will try and not embarrass you (any more than usual)... and I will try to not bring out the ugly guns and post anything rude or hateful about you... Or at least IF I feel like I need to get some ugliness out, I won't mention any names.. how bout that?

And of course, I'm not a complete loser... so first of all if I plan on using any pictures of y'all I will for sure try and remember to ask first (and yes, I will try and make sure they are nice, non embarrassing pictures). This may not even be an issue, since I am having a hard time remembering to take pictures of life anyhows.... And I also will give you super duper nicknames so your real life names aren't floating around the blogosphere.... You can even pick your own alias if you like...

I just thought I would throw this out there... Think of it as kinda a 'if you are my friend, enemy, random dude at Publix... basically if I see you, you may end up in the pages of my blog' warning... Kinda like the warning all men should know about Taylor Swift - "break up with me and I'll ruin you in a song"... Although... I'm pretty sure this blog will never ever make me famous.... and I really don't plan on writing anythin bad about anybody... but there it is. ;)

Plan your work, work your plan

So... I came up with a 3 year plan... Whoa is about all I can  say to describe what I feel right now... It's kinda been a rough week (and Lord it's only Wednesday!).... so yeah, that's about all I can muster at this moment....

So anyhow... As I said, I've been having a rough week... Well, not rough rough... just like so far 1 day (Sunday) has been rough... and rough is describing Sunday nicely. So, Monday I woke up and just felt deflated, defeated, and just didn't even want to try in general... But... I've got kids to feed, and education to get, and people to prove wrong... so I drag myself out of bed and lazy walk to the shower.. While I was in the shower, I started praying (as I normally do... and since I get sidetracked ALOT, this may be why my showers take so long... God and I have a lot of talkin to do...) and I started hearing this line from a song over and over again in my head... Had it not been a Christian song, I would have thought it was Satan trying to distract me.. but anyways, I kept hearing "I need a reset, I need a restart, put the drumbeat back in my heart". Well, ya know I do feel like I need a reset.. especially after the ugly that was Sunday.... And I figure that the only way to get the kinda reset I need is by a time of prayer and fasting. So, as soon as I get out of the shower I send out a couple of texts to my 'support group' and tell them what I'm setting out to do. I should probably mention, that I get up at about 4 in the morning to start getting ready so this text was sent WAAAYYYY early (sorry guys).



my favorite....


Now... Monday went really really good.... I started off the day praying (started in the shower duh), then after I decided that I was in need of a serious do over, I prayed while I was getting the girls over to Momma's... I just simply said 'I know You are my portion, and You will provide all I need...' And that was it... I mean, that's all I could even think to say at this point... I tell you what... I wasn't hungry all day, I didn't crave Dr. Pepper all day, I was able to walk past the chocolate temptation at work... I was actually HAPPY and chipper for not havin eaten anything... Weird... Not weird... GOD. So Monday, I start thinking about my life, and how I feel like I'm chasing my tail, or runnin a race on a treadmill.... A friend had suggested I make a list of priorities, daily if I need to, and focus on those one at a time instead of trying to focus on everything all at once.... Well.. I thought... it's worth a shot... I dunno, I just decided it was time to make a plan for my life (now, I am a moment planner, a romantic planner.. a relationship planner, I hate surprises... but I have never actually made a plan for my life.... really)... So, here comes the 3 year plan....

*October 2012- I need to sell my Jeep this month, and buy a cheapo beater car that gets better gas mileage... Spending $600 a month in gas is a tad cray cray.... (also, October 14 is when the school starts sending out acceptance or try again letters for the spring nursing program)

*In 1 year (ish)- Graduate nursing school (with a 3.9 GPA). I say 'ish' as far as time because I'm not really sure how long it will take.. I know that the nursing program is 5 semesters long (7 if you go part time) but that includes your general education classes, and I'm getting those knocked out right now (I'm on my 3rd semester...)
             *By graduation, I want to be on Dave Ramsey's Baby step 4.. which basically means I will have all my debts paid, and have 6 months of living expenses set aside as an emergency fund....
              * Also, by graduation, I want to be closer to a healthier weight... like 50ish lbs less than where I am TODAY.... Trust me, there will be a post about all that mess later....
              *At my graduation, I want the biggest cheering section EVER... and a huge party, just sayin
              *After graduation I have to find a job, so I can put this new education to good use.... Although, I mean hopefully I'll have a job lined up before I graduate, but I'm not sure how that works and all....
              *Once I get a job, and get kinda settled into the job, I want to pay cash for a nice used-ish car... (totally making Dave Ramsey proud)... I had thought about a BMW or Lexus, but I think maintenance on those is crazy out the roof, sooo maybe not... but whatevs I just want something nicer than my beater...

*In 3 years- I want to buy a house... a house that's mine, and not one that I'm renting from Momma and Daddy.... Part of me thinks it would be awesome awesome to be able to pay cash for a house, but I will settle for having a nice down payment stashed away....



Tryin to make ya proud, Dave...


So that is my plan.... I wrote it down and stuck it to my fridge so I won't get discouraged... I mean, I know I'll get discouraged... 3 years is a long time, but it will go fast... I just meant to keep me on track when I do get discouraged and want to quit. I am happy to notice that my 3 year plan doesn't include the words 'find a man and get married' (as my 'plan' 11 years ago did)... That's a big step for me...I hate hate hate being single.. always have... I just don't like being lonely.. I don't even know why I hate it so much, I just do... But... I have 2 little girls to think about... and I have a list of manquirements that I don't think I want to compromise on... I mean.. I settled 10 years ago, and look where it got me... So this time I'm just not going to settle... I'm also not making it a priority to go mantrollin... God will take care of it...

All day Monday, I kept hearing this manly man voice talkin to me... and it would YELL when I started getting worried or worked up over memories... It kept saying to me "Stop worrying over this small stuff. I will make you the head and not the tail". I'm convinced it was God's voice speakin to me...especially since I felt soo much peace everytime I heard it....

So, of course I also text my 'support group' and tell them my 3 year plan... I am jokingly calling them my support group. These are people I love so much, and I am sooo thankful I get to be around them.... and then when I get home from school, I tell Momma and Daddy my plan... Daddy of course has his trusty 'bubble burstin' needle with him... Lord, I swear, I am such an optimist and he is just not.... But it's all good, because Monday night I was so encouraged I wasn't going to let anything get me down.

Tuesday, I wake up... we are on day 2 of fastin and prayer... Already, let me just say I am amazed! I have fasted once before, but never felt this much peace... and I was ALWAYS hungry... always thinking of food... This time, nothing... I am just not hungry... God is amazing... So Tuesday... I grab my mail from my box (I know it's only at the end of the drive, but I just can't make myself go out there every. single. day... so my mail only gets checked about once a week.... I know...) and bring my mail to work with me... As I am getting ready to go to school, I sort thru my mail and find a letter from the hospital. Now, I had surgery in March... When I was married, I had Tricare that covered EVERYTHING 100%... it was awesome... But since I'm not married anymore, I lost that...my insurance thru work covered 80% of the surgery... but the portion I had to pay was well over $5000... insane... I just couldn't seem to make any headway with it at all... and I was getting discouraged... So anyhow, it had been suggested that I apply for financial aid from the hospital... I did, totally not thinking I would get it.. because after all, I have a job and insurance, and am not on welfare.... I was really hoping for just a teeny discount, or a more relaxed payment arrangement... so I open the letter from the hospital, and read 'You have qualified for a 100% Charitable discount'....

Now... I think this must be some mistake... I didn't ask for that, I wasn't hoping for that.... So I call them up... and explain that surely they made a mistake... The lady on the phone takes my info, puts me on hold and looks me up.... When she comes back she says 'No ma'am... there is no mistake. You're debt has been paid.'
WHOA! I totally started bawling... and thanking her, and God... and crying... Whoa... that's like $5000 in debt GONE... that's like one step of my 3 year plan DONE.... Really???

Also on Tuesday I get a phone call from Daddy at work, which like never ever happens... He said 'I just wanted you to know that I am proud of you for making your plan. You have never been a life planner, and I am just proud and surprised that you did that. Now, at the risk of sounding like a wet blanket... WRITE IT DOWN and stick it on your fridge so you won't quit when it gets hard'... That Daddy, sometimes he's pretty smart...

So, as of day 2 of my fast... I am still feeling pretty good.. still not hungry, still not craving...  Tuesday night my face hurt from how big and hard I had been smiling all day.

Enter today... Wednesday...today... Satan has just been tryin to beat me down... You know, I think Satan is kinda like an animal... you know how animals won't attack you unless you scare them... Yeah, Satan is the same way... So apparently I scared him, because he has been coming at me hardcore today... Still not hungry, still have the strength to say to him 'Get behind me' (but... he's not listening today)...

I walked on my lunch break with a friend of mine around the walking trail at Bridge Street... Bad idea when you are fighting soo hard to not think about some areas of your life... don't go to places where you have memories of that part of your life, just sayin... So.. in the middle of my tryin to hold it together, nearly bawl fest... I seriously was on the verge of just giving up... I get a phone call from Daddy (again, he like never calls me at work) 'Hey what are ya doing? Well I think I found you a beater car... it's in your price range $500!... I'm thinking I might buy it if you don't really' What?! Ok dad, lay it on me! What is it????

'A 1983 Toyota Corolla! Back from when they knew how to make cars right! It's 4 door, 4 cylinder... It's gotta get better gas mileage than Earl (my jeep)... It's only got 78,000 miles on it... I think it'd be worth lookin at and thinking about really'..... Oh... oh my.... umm... ok... well I will have to Google that dad... because I was 2 in '83 and have no idea what it looks like... Oh, it's a tin box... umm... well I was kinda hopin for something, I dunno... cuter... Oh well, yeah you are right, it is only temporary.... Ummm... yeah and if I sold the Jeep, I would have a nice little start to my emergency fund... Ok, well then can we go look this weekend??

So... looks like I'll be making Dave Ramsey waay proud if this pans out... I've already decided that if I do end up buying this car, I'm slappin a big ole DaveRamsey.com sticker on it, and I'm namin it Julio....

If you think I'm awkward, it's probably because I think you're hot...

Or probably more correctly that 'it's probably because I AM awkward'... I am awkward and quirky.... I have this need to analyze every. single. thing. And yes, generally what I come up with in my head doesn't happen, ever... but still I analyze, analyze, and analyze some more. I think whoever said 'you're beating a dead horse' was talking about me.. because I will... As soon as I think I'm done thinkin about something, another thought pops up and it starts all over again.  



Um, yes this is so me....

I generally am ok with my quirkyness...quirkiness... quirk-i-ness... whatever! It's part of what makes me, me... What kills me is that I am also a people pleaser.. so I fight with being my quirky self, or being reserved... trying to fit into whatever everyone else thinks I ought to be....

I learned in counseling that personality wise I am a camel monkey.... HA! Yes, I totally laughed out loud at her, and started singing 'camel monkey camel monkey... riding on a pig camel monkey'... yeah, you woulda had to be there... We start going thru my personality profile, and let me just say it was like SPOT ON.... the being in constant fights with myself, the getting mad at myself for doing something, or not doing something, the stubborness... all of it... Then the blow to end all... after tellin me 'Oh! You're so lucky! You have a completely balanced personality!' (YAY!) then comes the BUT (why, oh why does there ALWAYS seem to be a 'but'????)  'You're going to have  a harder time wading thru these personality issues because camels don't like monkeys'... meaning people with camel personalities typically don't like monkey personalities... Really??! Great! How exactly am I supposed to handle that??????



well... maybe sometimes...



Apparently camels by nature are people pleasers, very organized when it comes to jobs, very stubborn. We don't really like confrontation, we are finishers... we are the ones that if you hand us a project to finish, we will finish the project, then also illustrate it for you.... basically we go above and beyond what we have been asked to do ... We have a hard time delegating, we CRAVE control (did I mention I have this need to control everything...), basically to a camel no one is going to do what needs to be done the way we would do it so it's wrong and we will just do it ourselves.... Camels are planners, and we will NOT stray from our plan, even when we can clearly see someone else has a better, easier plan...  Camels secretely crave recognition (AKA CAMELS ARE WORDS OF AFFIRMATION PEOPLE!), only I apparently missed the memo about craving recognition secretely. But... camels also don't feel good enough.... Even if they are on top of their game, they still pick apart their successes and see things that they coulda, shoulda, woulda done differently. Perfectionist much? Yeah, that is totally me... My mom talks about when I was learning to write, and I would erase holes in my paper because it wasn't good enough...it wasn't perfect. And I am the first person to point out flaws... in myself, in my house, in EVERYTHING!  Camels, while they crave recognition and compliments, don't feel like they deserve the recognition or compliments (read... it's hard for them to take a compliment)... Like, really, dude JUST gave you a compliment! Roll with it! Don't say anything, shuuush! But I just can't. Dunno why, I just can't.... I always have to follow up a compliment with 'REALLY?? You REALLY think that??'... Seriously... it sucks....



this is me.... when I sing in my car... you have been warned...

Then, we have the monkey part of me... Now, in general, monkeys are total opposite of camels (duh, that's why camels and monkeys don't get along)... monkeys are the life of the party, they are fun, they are in the moment.... I mean, think of a monkey monkey, not a monkey person! And I'm so talkin about the cute little spider monkey, not the mean old grumpy gorrilla that bangs on the glass at the zoo... It's called a monkey personality afterall, not a gorrilla personality. Monkeys are superty cute and jovial and lil clowns... Anyhow... the down side of monkeys is that they spin out of control... they do things to compensate for their lack of planning... they make rash decisions.... I would LOVE to say that this part of the monkey personality is soo not mine... but it is.... Sadly...

TOTALLY cute, right?!



In my case, apparently I'm mostly camel.. ok I can dig it... As long as I don't develop humps to store water we're good... Eh nevermind... I'll deal with those in a bit... But... when my camel parts get too overwhelmed, over worked, over stressed... anything negative... I revert to monkey girl... and not the cute little monkeys in the suits that dance and play cymbals... you know the ones you just wanna hug! (oh wait, maybe that's just me)... No, no sadly my monkey business presents itself in the rash decision making, the spinning out of control, the overcompensation... Pretty much, when I get stressed out, I get all the bads parts of monkey and none of the good parts... Sigh...



TOTALLY scary... and sadly, this is how I feel sometimes....



Then, once camel woman decides to pull her head outta the sand, use her wonderful super amazin camel strengths, and straighten things out, I berate myself for the mistakes I made as monkey girl! I CAN'T. LET. IT. GO..... And this is why camels and monkeys aren't friends, or it takes work for them to be friends... Only, what do you do when you have a camel and a monkey livin in the same person?? I mean, as much as I would LOVE LOVE LOVE to run away from myself sometimes, you just can't.... trust me I've thought about it... ALOT....

I guess the only other thoughts I have are these... While I am sooooo not in love with my awkwardness, my faults, all the ugly to me parts I try to hide (just sayin, I should probably just give up trying to hide it and fly my lil battered freak flag with pride)..... I am totally willing to admit my character flaws... I will be the first to tell you I am superbly stubborn... I will be the first to tell you I crave crave crave words of affirmation, I will openly admit to never feeling good enough and I will tell you the areas of my life where I struggle and constantly fall short. I think we are supposed to do that I mean, own our faults or admit them... I mean I think if we don't isn't that kinda like lying, and people are gonna see you for what you are anyways so why not just come out with your good AND your bad.... maybe that's just me....  I don't tell you these things so you can beat me down with them (please don't... I do enough of that on my own...) or use them against me, or to even make you question my self esteem (because I don't think admitting that I am soooo far from perfection and have flaws and struggle and am not good at math is a self esteem issue...).... Rather, I tell you this things so you will know me, all of me and not just the positive parts... There are some things I will try and keep hidden, mainly the parts that hurt hurt hurt and have left ginormous scars (at least they look ginormous to me) because honestly it just hurts too much sometimes to share those things... But, I'm working on being able to share those things too, because surely it would be easier to just get em out there in the open than trying to cover em up and be embarrassed when they are found out anyways.... And I'm not there yet... but every day I get a lil bit closer, and I think that's improvement....