I blame it on the 3 am chicken

So.

I didn’t mean to disappear – again.  The last couple of weeks have been filled with carpenters and painters making a mad dash to get the last of the interior house repairs done before the holidays.  After they packed up last week Luke and I finally began the process of truly settling in.  We’ve been in a curtain-shopping, blind/picture-hanging, accessory-arranging, Christmas-tree decorating frenzy and though we aren’t quite finished, it’s starting to feel more like home than a construction site.

We talked a little about Black Friday.  First let me get it off my chest that I am not a fan AT ALL of the retailers backing their sale times  into Thanksgiving Day.  Not that it kept me from going, but I was rebellious on the inside.  I just hate it for all those workers who no longer have a day to celebrate with their families before having to deal with psycho women fighting over cheap towels and Barbie Jeeps.  What used to begin at roughly 4 am for my girlfriends and me turned into an all-night extravaganza that found us eating Chick-fil-A #1 combos in the mall food court at 3 am.  That’s just wrong no matter how you look at it.

I blame the late hours on my Sephora Fail.  My girlfriend Tammy was waiting in line for Gymboree when I heard someone say Sephora (just across the way) was having a 10 for $10 sale.  Since Sydney is not a fan of Gymbo, I thought I’d venture over and see what was up.  I have to preface that by saying that for me Sephora is like the Hobby Lobby of make up.  I try not to go in unless I have something very specific I am looking for because otherwise I just start twitching from cosmetic goodness overload.  That said, I was excited about having limited choices and for CHEAP.

I grabbed my basket and gathered 10 awesome things ranging from mascaras to a Stila palette all the while planning whose stocking I could stuff or the girl gifts I could create for Dirty Santa parties.  I started to get 20 but decided to hold off so the other shoppers could have some good luck too.

I went to the checkout and the initially sweet, drop-dead beautiful at 4 am girl (how did she do that?) rang up my purchases and said, “Your total is $109.25″.  Bless her heart…  She was having a bad morning because did you notice how she rang up my purchase incorrectly?  I asked, “Excuse me, but aren’t those 10 for $10?”  And she said, with the most condescending, you-are-a-total-loser-no-class-moron voice, “Ten Dollars.  Each.”

I sheepishly explained that I thought the items were $1.  Her “as if” look showed she was not amused. To save 1/10th of my face, I kept the Stila palette while she deleted my other nine things.  And to beat all, I used it this morning and I don’t even love it.

Dude, I want my $9 back.

Well, it’s late and I’m still trying to catch up on my sleep. I truly hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving.  Let’s all take the time to be still and know He is God as we usher in the Christmas season.  Jesus is our treasure.  He doesn’t disappoint.  He doesn’t mislead.  There’s no sacrifice we could offer that would ever be enough and yet His gift is free but only because it was secured by a terrible ransom.

It’s that babe in a manger who puts a basket of cosmetics in perspective every time.  Shopping victories are fun but I’m going to reserve my true celebrations for Him.

Merry Christmas!

 

November 28, 2011 | Filed Under Uncategorized | 6 Comments 

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Mary Beth @ Conferrin’ With The Flowers

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November 18, 2011 | Filed Under Featured M2M Blogs | Comments Off 

S-p-e-l-l-i-n-g B-e-e

Yesterday I went to the school to watch Sydney in the spelling bee. It was a full circle moment watching her compete because - don’t be jealous - I hold the title of 1983 Walker County Spelling Bee Queen of the World. The Queen of the World may be a little exaggerated but I’ve never won any other individual competition in my life and so I hold to my one glory tightly and like to relive it in my mind when I’m feeling unfabulous. Which is more often than I care to admit.

I will never forget the feeling of winning the County competition and my elementary principle going on and on about how proud he was of me.  This came in handy for me later when I threw a rock at a mean boy who kept hitting me with his umbrella while we were walking home from school one day.  He took off running after he’d whacked me on the legs and I picked up a rock and threw it as hard as I could not ever believing it would actually hit him.  Not only did it hit him, it stuck in his head.  I didn’t realize how bad it was.  All I knew is that he stinkin’ deserved it and I was glad he was crying. (Who was the mean one?)  I ran home and never breathed a word about it to my parents.  The next day the boy’s twelve foot tall daddy showed up in my classroom door and yelled at the teacher, “WHO THREW THE ROCK THAT HIT MY BOY??!!”  I peed my pants.  Like really, I did.  And then I had to take the long walk of shame to the principal’s office trying to hide my dampness while my dad assured the stupid mean boy’s dad that he would pay for the stitches.  The only thing that saved my reputation with the principal that day was that I was Spelling Bee Queen of the World.  He comforted me, said he was sure I was only defending myself and so I shouldn’t worry about it any more.  Can you spell r-e-l-i-e-f?

Unfortunately, Sydney misspelled the word “talons” (poor baby)  and didn’t win today so at least for this year the legacy will not live on.   More importantly, I really hope she doesn’t cause harm to anyone in the near future but just in case her principal is our church choir director so maybe she’ll find some favor without a prestigious title.

When I went on to the state spelling bee I ended up getting out on the word ‘lasagna’.  Totally missed the ‘g’.  Who knew? If the mini-conversation we had on my Facebook is any indication, Syd and I aren’t the only ones scarred for life.  It seems like everyone is traumatized by the word they missed in their Bee’s.

Are you?

 

November 17, 2011 | Filed Under School Days, The Girl | 6 Comments 

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