Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Save the Date...

November 29, 2013
Black Friday…

Pretty Inside is coming to Amazon!!

*woot woot*

The team is in the middle, the coach is at the head
They all got together and this is what they said
Don’t stop, get it, get it,
Don’t stop, get it, get it
Don’t stop, rock with it
All you fans shake those stands!

*doing the Wop* Go me, go me. *woot woot* Go me…

…and pose!

Okay, pom-poms down. Whew...gasping…for air.

I drew the line in the sand and circled the calendar. This date is going to stick if I have to drag my tired, turkey-stuffed “WHY did I pick that date” behind across the finish line at 11:59 pm the night before.

Take it from someone who majored in Procrastination, sometimes you just have to go for it. Everything may not be lined up at that exact moment the way you want and it might not be aligned when the deadline comes, but “don’t stop, get it, get it!”

How will my book be received?
Will anyone actually read it?
Will it get good/bad reviews?
Will it be a winner or a flop?

Don’t know…don’t care (says the person who’s never published a book…ever!)

All I can do is “do me” and keep doing me.

All I can do is represent myself, my work, my gift, and passion to the best of my ability with an “All In” frame of mind.

All I can do is believe in me.

What about you? Do you believe in yourself? Are you “All In”, too?

Go ahead, tell Procrastination to sit down somewhere and circle that calendar like a boss! Don’t worry about what anyone else says or thinks, you’ve got one Wopping cheerleader routing for you right here.

Go you, go you…go, go, go you!

...and pose!


Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Mixing-up Happiness

Tis the season to be baking…fa-la-la-la-la, la-la, la, la

That’s right, break out those mixing bowls and aprons…its baking time! Wait, wait! It’s not that kind of baking. Sheesh, you sure can sprint in those heels.

We’ve unofficially/officially entered the holiday season. To some it means baking and resolutions. Why not combine the two?

What in the world is she talking about?

This year, instead of making a list of things or goals we’d like to accomplish in 2014, create a recipe that will bring happiness.

*singing “I’m bringing Happy back…

Here, I’ll show you what’s been working for me:

2 Tbs: You get what you put out there
I know this has been said/heard a bajillion times, but ‘old school’ some times gets the best results. Treat people funky, then you get “the funk, the whole funk, and nothing but the funk” in your life. Nice begets nice. Blessings bring blessings. You know God don’t like ugly. And he can handle ugliness in a way I personally don’t want to find out about.

1 cup: Don’t invite the Negatives over
Ah, Drama, Dysfunction, and their kid Negativity are all around. But, it doesn’t mean you have to invite them in. All three are like stray cats, feed them and they become yours.

2 cups: Let it go
Some things—whether its people or situations—that are stressful and not productive in your life…let ‘em go. Some times, this may be the only thing you need to do to bring happiness. They are major happy blockers.

3 tsp: Finding Giddy
Remember Christmas mornings as a kid...giddy, right? I firmly believe in Finding Giddy. Find something that makes you feel like Christmas morning, everyday. For me, it’s writing.

So, those are some of the ingredients in my mixing bowl. Like all recipes you have to season and tweak to taste. 

What's your recipe?


Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Excuuuuse Me?

Does anyone know who Maria Kang is? Honestly, I didn't know either until I saw "Good Morning America" this morning.

Here's the "skinny":

Maria, a mom of 3 little ones, posted a pic on her Facebook page last year of her post-baby body with the caption, "What's Your Excuse?"

This was supposed to be inspirational. Meaning, she whipped her azz back into shape. Some of us have 0 kids and the only thing we're whipping is the car into a Krispy Kreme drive-thru.

Is that her fault? Heck to the no.

But, for some they want it to be. Cue the March of the Haters. They've labeled her a bully (ha!) and said she's fat-shaming. Fat-shaming!

Excuuuuse me?

How in the *bleep* is it her fault she didn't make excuses for herself?
How in the *bleep* is it her fault she posted a pic on HER Facebook page and the people crying, "Bully!" got offended?
How in the *bleep* is it her fault her kick-azz physique made YOU feel inferior?

Excuuuuse me?

Ladies, ladies, LADIES! This is a girlfriend moment...

We make excuses about a lot of things:

The kiddies take up a lot of my time. There are only so many hours in the day. Everyone in the house (even the gosh-darn goldfish!) is staring up in my eyeballs waiting for me to do the Magic Mommy bit. I work long hours. Finding time for me is like finding a metallic pink unicorn.

All of the above is very, very true. But, you need to draw the line at hatin' on others who find a way to get what they want. And quit making excuses for why you're hatin'!

When you look for excuses, you find 'em. When you look for solutions, guess what? You find 'em.

I don't care what it is, a new job (I'm not qualified). A better man (I don't want to be alone). A new purse (It costs too much). Or, a fit body like Maria (I don't have the time). For the love of Jimmy Choo, stop making up any and every excuse you can think of for not:

Getting what you want
Having what you want
Being what you want

Ain't nobody's fault you're using your couch as Free Parking, but yours.

Ditch the excuses and GO GET IT!!!!!!!!!!

Wednesday, October 9, 2013

X-Mom vs Homework

Editing "Pretty Inside"
Working on website

Were these the things I accomplished over the past week...uh, two weeks? Was it two weeks? Sheesh time is flying.

I wish I could say I was diligently working on the above list, but...

Ain't gonna happen. Daily household madness trumped my writing time.

One in particular: Helping The Kid with homework. Uh, hello? I was not aware in the blissful Pre-Homework years that I'd have to go to school again.

X-Mom: "I already went to school one time! I did my time! It's not fair! Why, WHY in the H do I have to do homework again!"

Or, at least that's what it feels like when you're feverishly working on a gazillion math problems until 11 pm. How did that come about? Well, someone decided to wait and do all of her unfinished classwork since the beginning of the school year in one night. I'm not even sure if that's an exaggeration.

X-Mom: Um, excuuuse me. But, haven't you been asking her if she had homework, like, every night? And she said no?!

Clearly homework doesn't apply to unfinished classwork.

So, why did I have the honor of witnessing this mass of homework? The teacher was grading ten pages of it the next day. Ten pages! Yeah.

X-Mom: me up in here adding up all of this stuff like a friggin' Excel spreadsheet! This kid right here...ugh! 

After dismissing the idea of putting her outside with a For Sale sign around her neck and a plate of cookies, I told her she better not EVER come home with that foolishness again!!

X-Mom: Ever, eva-eva-evah! Or, it's going to be Armageddon up in here!

The cherry on top? The next day, she said the teacher told her she wasn't supposed to do some of the pages, yet.

X-Mom: No this little chick didn't! Give me a marker, I've got some sign-making to do!