So, on top of all I needed to get done yesterday I had a super huge headache that eventually turned into the usual indications of a migraine. Light sensitivity, nausea, sinus pressure like you wouldn't believe.
I was a very unhappy camper.
I got some advice from a good friend of mine though and tried out putting a damp cloth over my eyes. That helped pretty well after the hot shower I took and I just...laid in bed until finally I fell asleep.
And I slept for five hours.
Practically the whole day! Argh! I'm so infuriated by my lack of activities accomplished! I don't sleep during the day! Bah!
But apparently I really needed it because at one point... I'm pretty sure I thought I was making a promise to marry my cat if he'd stop scratching at the bedroom door.
Yep. I was out of it.
The good news is what I did get done yesterday went well. And that was getting my little boy cat neutered! I dropped him off early in the morning, did some house cleaning back at home and picked him up around noon. He was groggy, but delighted to see me and has been doing well the rest of the day.
I just wish he'd stop bouncing around the room non-stop. They said he'd be groggy and sleep, but they lied.
I'm glad my little one is doing good though. His health is ever so important to me.
So! Yeah! Crappy day, but oh well!
Saturday, February 8, 2014
Friday, February 7, 2014
Thursday, February 6, 2014
Believe In Yourself
Believe in yourself
Believe in everything that you do, because no one could ever be as good at being you as you.
You have a purpose here, be it big or small. And that purpose will change just as you change.
You can be nearly anything your heart wishes, you can discover an insurmountable power that is at your command and yours alone. It comes from within. Only you can take control of it.
Believe in yourself.
This moment you are living is yours. It is a moment worth everything that you make it out to be.
People will try and shake you up, knock you down or throw you for a loop.
It is because they are lost in their own doubts, fears and pain.
It is how they cope.
You do not have to take this route.
Believe in yourself.
Change first comes from within and everything around you will be affected by your actions.
You are a perfect entity. Every part of you is beautiful from head to toe.
Don't try to fit yourself into a stereotype. Don't sculpt your image into something you think you should be.
Do what is healthy for you, think through your actions and remember: Live this life for you and you alone.
You cannot care for the world if you cannot care for yourself. So take a stand.
Believe in yourself.
Believe in every dream you've ever hoped to create and live. Breathe it into your existence and choose to acknowledge the actions you've taken.
Break conformity and the social norm and truly shine for what you hold close to your heart. You hold all the keys to everything you need to grow. You are perfect because you are you.
Believe in this chance you've been given.
Believe in yourself.
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
Victorian Un-Ringlets
After numerous videos and tutorials on how to create Victorian Ringlets I had decided to try it on myself. I've always liked the look and figured if people on the internet can do it, by golly, so can I!
Turns out I can if I don't decide to brush my hair right after XD
Okay, it's a little more complicated than that.
You see, I had just gotten out of the shower when I decided I'd try the older style of using rags to create ringlets. You need only have your hair wet and parted in the ringlet size you want, you wrap your hair around the rag and then you tie it up so it remains curled around the rag. Then you normally want to give your hair eight hours to dry, which is why you usually do this hairstyle before bed.
I decided to do it at one in the afternoon and take it out at three.
Needless to say the curling situation did not go exactly as planned.
While some of the curls were absolutely lovely, the ones in back that I had lost patience with in the beginning were not coming out of the rags very easily. It probably hadn't helped that I had to knot the rags to keep them from coming undone, but what was I to do with only myself and no assistance?
Keep my patience, act like an adult and carry on with my dignity still intact?
Tch, Noooo~
Cue me running scissors through my hair hastily cutting way at the rags trapped in the tangles I'd so perfectly accrued there.
Of course I eventually freed my tattered mane and looked at my work. For a first time effort it wasn't so bad and I really liked how the front turned out. The back...?
Not so much.
In closing, I will not be posting up pictures of my efforts. So here's to next time...
G'night!
Turns out I can if I don't decide to brush my hair right after XD
Okay, it's a little more complicated than that.
You see, I had just gotten out of the shower when I decided I'd try the older style of using rags to create ringlets. You need only have your hair wet and parted in the ringlet size you want, you wrap your hair around the rag and then you tie it up so it remains curled around the rag. Then you normally want to give your hair eight hours to dry, which is why you usually do this hairstyle before bed.
I decided to do it at one in the afternoon and take it out at three.
Needless to say the curling situation did not go exactly as planned.
While some of the curls were absolutely lovely, the ones in back that I had lost patience with in the beginning were not coming out of the rags very easily. It probably hadn't helped that I had to knot the rags to keep them from coming undone, but what was I to do with only myself and no assistance?
Keep my patience, act like an adult and carry on with my dignity still intact?
Tch, Noooo~
Cue me running scissors through my hair hastily cutting way at the rags trapped in the tangles I'd so perfectly accrued there.
Of course I eventually freed my tattered mane and looked at my work. For a first time effort it wasn't so bad and I really liked how the front turned out. The back...?
Not so much.
In closing, I will not be posting up pictures of my efforts. So here's to next time...
G'night!
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
Go Me! - One Month Blogging Hurdle Completed!
Blogged Each Day For One Month!
+100 Blogging EXP
Level Up!
So, if you may not have already noticed, I have stepped over a huge hurdle that was blogging each and every day for a whole month!! Wooooooohoooooo!! Yeah! Woo woo woo!
*Does a little happy dance in my mind because I'm too lazy to get up*
Honestly, I thought I'd be more excited about this... but I still have that smug grin plastered on my face so I guess I'm good. It was a huge goal of mine to commit to this blog and post at least once each day on it so I'm glad I'm still on the right track. For some of you in a timezone that's not "Pacific Standard" it may look like I didn't make it... Well, I assure you I did in my timezone! Right down to "11:59" pm!
So yeah! Ha! Take that, life! With all your sometimes very crappy hurdles and bumps!
Seriously though, I'm so very satisfied with myself right now. I feel as though I made a major achievement in commitment and self-discipline.
And I want to thank those of you who have stopped by thus far and who may still be lurking as this blog continues. I hate to admit this, but I do watch how often my little corner of the web gets clicked on.
It's nice to know I'm not alone here.
Thank you and wish me luck in February's trials and triumphs!
Monday, February 3, 2014
Awaiting The Fair Folk
Her feet made fine imprints in the soft clay. And with every step she took her fingers slid over the numerous cattails that lined the slough. They were soft, but resilient things. The pressure her honeyed palms applied did no more than bow their delicate heads to her whim. Then she retracted herself from their presence and peered over the water's edge.
"Do you think we'll see one of the Fair Folk?" Her melodic voice assaulted the air, as refreshing as the brisk morning breeze.
"I quite doubt it. Maybe a nymph in the water, but even that..." He couldn't lie to her, but he hated dashing her hopes.
It was because, whenever he did, she'd peer down on him with a lonely eye and a furrowed brow. Just as she did now. Pulling up her skirts until they were hiked just above her knees the lass hoisted herself up and onto the embankment where he sketched. Pencil in hand, he tried his best not to gaze on her pouting lips or those pools of deep blue that were her eyes.
If he did he'd never get his work done.
And yet as his lady curled up next to his side he could not help, but cast her a piteous glance. His own features sent out a fine, darkened example of melancholy. Something that almost challenged hers. Almost. She flexed her bare feet against the green grass until most of the mud had fallen off.
"I should think that, as we come here so often, the Fair Folk might give us honor of their presence...." She picked at some clay on her big toe.
"I don't think it works like that. They are quite busy after all and why in the world would they spend their time with some ninnies like us?" The realist of the two, as always. The brunette was likely a total opposite of the lady beside him.
"I am not a ninny." She snorted.
"Yes, we both are."
"Well, I'm not. You can be a ninny if you'd like, but I am certainly no such thing."
"Then tell me, oh wise woman of mine, what are we doing day in and day out next to this old river end?" He challenged, setting down his pad of paper.
"We're waiting for an audience." She promptly replied, setting her hands in her lap.
"An audience?"
"Yes."
"With the Fair Folk?"
"Indeed."
"And you say we are not ninnies..." He dropped onto his back and let the afternoon sun pound against his cheeks. In a single instant there was a force upon his chest and he turned to find her present, gazing sternly upon him.
"That is correct. We are not ninnies. And we will see the Fair Folk." She knocked on his head twice.
"Hah. And what makes you so sure...?" He mumbled, attempting to catch breath in his pressed lungs.
"I just..." She paused, sitting up off of him and turning to the water below. "I just am."
"Do you think we'll see one of the Fair Folk?" Her melodic voice assaulted the air, as refreshing as the brisk morning breeze.
"I quite doubt it. Maybe a nymph in the water, but even that..." He couldn't lie to her, but he hated dashing her hopes.
It was because, whenever he did, she'd peer down on him with a lonely eye and a furrowed brow. Just as she did now. Pulling up her skirts until they were hiked just above her knees the lass hoisted herself up and onto the embankment where he sketched. Pencil in hand, he tried his best not to gaze on her pouting lips or those pools of deep blue that were her eyes.
If he did he'd never get his work done.
And yet as his lady curled up next to his side he could not help, but cast her a piteous glance. His own features sent out a fine, darkened example of melancholy. Something that almost challenged hers. Almost. She flexed her bare feet against the green grass until most of the mud had fallen off.
"I should think that, as we come here so often, the Fair Folk might give us honor of their presence...." She picked at some clay on her big toe.
"I don't think it works like that. They are quite busy after all and why in the world would they spend their time with some ninnies like us?" The realist of the two, as always. The brunette was likely a total opposite of the lady beside him.
"I am not a ninny." She snorted.
"Yes, we both are."
"Well, I'm not. You can be a ninny if you'd like, but I am certainly no such thing."
"Then tell me, oh wise woman of mine, what are we doing day in and day out next to this old river end?" He challenged, setting down his pad of paper.
"We're waiting for an audience." She promptly replied, setting her hands in her lap.
"An audience?"
"Yes."
"With the Fair Folk?"
"Indeed."
"And you say we are not ninnies..." He dropped onto his back and let the afternoon sun pound against his cheeks. In a single instant there was a force upon his chest and he turned to find her present, gazing sternly upon him.
"That is correct. We are not ninnies. And we will see the Fair Folk." She knocked on his head twice.
"Hah. And what makes you so sure...?" He mumbled, attempting to catch breath in his pressed lungs.
"I just..." She paused, sitting up off of him and turning to the water below. "I just am."
Sunday, February 2, 2014
Tough Times, Tough Cookie
Life has a way of testing us.
Testing our limits, our exposure to this earth.
It wants to see if we have what it takes to succeed. To endure.
It wants to know if, with a little pressure, we'll crumble to pieces.
No one ever said life would be easy and though at times it can be it won't last.
This is a solid lesson I have learned. Nothing lasts. Nothing is ever permanent.
And that means that the tough times are never permanent either. In some way and some form they will also give, relenting to better moments for us to enjoy... However brief they may be.
Right now life is testing me.
Currently I hold around ten dollars to my name.
Not nearly enough to pay the bill that was due yesterday. Still unpaid today.
This is new territory for me. Ever since I joined the work force in high school I've always been able to pay my bills and pay them on time. This time things are a little different and I face a new world of choices. These bills are coming in and I have no money to pay them.
Yet.
Because I believe in myself and my actions I know I will be bringing in money soon.
I won't panic, I won't fret. I will take life as it comes at me and accept that because of the decisions I have made I'm definitely taking the path less traveled.
The question here is:
Will I make it?
Or will I crumble against life's pressures?
I'm not the toughest cookie, but I'd like to say that I'm pretty tough.
And I know I'm going to be just fine.
Testing our limits, our exposure to this earth.
It wants to see if we have what it takes to succeed. To endure.
It wants to know if, with a little pressure, we'll crumble to pieces.
No one ever said life would be easy and though at times it can be it won't last.
This is a solid lesson I have learned. Nothing lasts. Nothing is ever permanent.
And that means that the tough times are never permanent either. In some way and some form they will also give, relenting to better moments for us to enjoy... However brief they may be.
Right now life is testing me.
Currently I hold around ten dollars to my name.
Not nearly enough to pay the bill that was due yesterday. Still unpaid today.
This is new territory for me. Ever since I joined the work force in high school I've always been able to pay my bills and pay them on time. This time things are a little different and I face a new world of choices. These bills are coming in and I have no money to pay them.
Yet.
Because I believe in myself and my actions I know I will be bringing in money soon.
I won't panic, I won't fret. I will take life as it comes at me and accept that because of the decisions I have made I'm definitely taking the path less traveled.
The question here is:
Will I make it?
Or will I crumble against life's pressures?
I'm not the toughest cookie, but I'd like to say that I'm pretty tough.
And I know I'm going to be just fine.
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