When I get access to the photos from this weekends fashion show I modeled in, I’ll give you all the behind-the-scenes goodness (the models! the cat fights! the wardrobe malfunctions!) I know you want.
In the meantime, head over to One Good Thing by Jillee where Alicia Richmond of Chic on a Shoestring guest posted about the A Celebration of REAL Beauty event.
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Those who know me would not say I’m a prude, but they would say I am mostly moral yet with a hint of to-each-his-own attitude.
We don’t have cable TV because we needed to cut corners in our budget. Once we got used to living without constant TV, we realized we were paying for mostly garbage: shopping channels ($24.99 or split your payments into three at $8.33/month), sitcoms with laugh tracks (my husband abhors canned laughing), commercials every 10 minutes (buy this crap you don’t need but we tell you you want), Music TV without the music (but with drunkards, snitches, whiners, spoiled brats), and time wasting (plopping on the couch for a couple hours and surfing the channels until you hit something you don’t hate). Oh, we watch shows (thanks to Hulu+ and Netflix), don’t get me wrong, we just manage our time better without cable.
Even though we didn’t watch the VMA’s last weekend, we’ve seen and read plenty about it in the last week. I’m not surprised at Miley Cyrus’ behavior, she’s been heading that direction for years. I AM surprised that so many were surprised.
READ THIS BLOG POST by Matt Walsh THAT BETTER EXPLAINS MY POINT
I dig the Blurred Lines jig, not the vulgar lyrics/message, such as, “I’ll give you something big enough to tear your a$$ in two.”
Did you know that nearly a quarter (23%) of Billboard‘s most popular songs in 2009-2011 (and 22% of country songs) mention alcohol? Health Day wrote about it in their article, Alcohol Dominates in Pop Music Lyrics.
Another eye-opener about the song in an interview by GQ with Robin Thicke…
Robin Thicke: We tried to do everything that was taboo. Bestiality, drug injections, and everything that is completely derogatory towards women. Because all three of us are happily married with children, we were like, “We’re the perfect guys to make fun of this.” People say, “Hey, do you think this is degrading to women?” I’m like, “Of course it is. What a pleasure it is to degrade a woman. I’ve never gotten to do that before. I’ve always respected women.” So we just wanted to turn it over on its head and make people go, “Women and their bodies are beautiful. Men are always gonna want to follow them around.” After the video got banned on YouTube, my wife tweeted, “Violence is ugly. Nudity is beautiful. And the ‘Blurred Lines’ video makes me wanna…” You know. And that’s the truth. Right now, with terrorism and poverty and Wall Street and Social Security having problems, nudity should not be the issue.
My lesson in all the hoopla? Know the lyrics of the music you and your kids jam to, maybe do a little research on the way it came to be to know the intent the artist(s) had. The pedestal on which musicians are placed have been done so by the public through video views, song and album downloads/purchases, fan behavior, and imitation. They aren’t going to stop because of a handful of irritated parents. Rockstars aren’t going to change. If we don’t like it, we have to do something about it.
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Whose idea was it to sleep in the same bed as someone else because I’d like to smack that numbskull.
My body runs hotter than my husband’s, his inherited lack of body fat means he’s usually chilly. The blanket moves and I stir a little. My guy rarely snores loudly. It’s not bad if I’m deeply sleeping, when I’m not it wakes me easily. The creepy novel he’s writing seeps into his dreams causing nightmares that erupt in high-pitched shrieks that freak me awake. Once I wake in the dark of the night like that, drowsing off again is rough.
Desi and Lucy had it right with separate beds (as I explained in this previous post), but I bet these days people would question your relationship (none of their business) if they found out you don’t sleep together. Or, goodness, that you have separate bedrooms! (My eyes went real big typing that last word, with my eyebrows as tall as they’d go. Now you do it. You know what I mean now, huh?)
Having felt this way for years, I came up with a disguise for sleeping separate and finally convinced my husband I’d sleep better, which would make me happier and thus him happier. (I think he agreed just to get me to shut up.) If we had two extra-long twin or double beds, then we could push them together when we knew someone would see our room and throw a king-sized blanket over the top to hide the middle crack. Ta-da!
HOWEVER, I’ve been trying something different and easier the last couple months that works! This solution might change marriages as we know them.
That’s IT and it works like a charm! I have my own, little eco-system that stays put where I want it as he turns in his own without causing a breeze to stir me awake (you know when the blanket is tucked under you snuggly then gets pulled away and up letting a swift bunch of cold air take it’s place). I sleep sounder, that makes me happier, and the whole family benefits.
Can Separate Beds Be the Key to a Happy Relationship?
article on MailOnline.com
Go ahead and try it if you’ve been having trouble sleeping with someone and you’re welcome.
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Am I the only one who doesn’t take their kids back-to-school shopping? Friends have been posting about the horrors, tears, gnashing of teeth, and enormous money they’re spending these last couple weeks.
Here’s the thing… my kids already have clothes. They wear clothes every day until they’ve grown out or ruin them. Except for church clothes (he has a suit, she has a couple dresses) and camping clothes (grubby jeans, stained sweatshirts, and crappy shoes), we don’t have separate school/play clothes.
We buy as we need, look for deals or clearance racks, and peruse the local thrift shops when we are out and about. My kids aren’t huge fans of clothes shopping so breaking it up works for us.
Luckily, our kids are great shoppers, always have been. I only have two kids, so that gives me a slight advantage over someone who juggles more (to whom I bow and honor for their valiance because I could not do it, which is why I stopped at two).
The main reason my kids behave angelically in public is largely due to managing their sleep and hunger. A sleepy and/or hungry kid (or mom, right?) does not make a fun shopping companion. I’m a stickler about bed/nap time and won’t take them out if they aren’t well-rested because that would be miserable for me. Yes, it’s all about me (said tongue-in-cheek).
The second reason is making sure they get to see something that makes them happy, not just getting dragged around from store to store only looking at what I want. We usually stop by the toy section after I’ve plowed through my stuff. That’s their payoff for behaving. They don’t ask me to buy them toys. Instead, if they really like something, they ask me to add it to their Wish List or watch for it to go on sale so they can buy it.
In a couple weeks, after school starts, we’ll probably get a list of items we could donate to the elementary classroom and I’ll send some in (we already received a bill for $99 worth of fees for the junior high kid; I couldn’t imagine paying that AND for new clothes, yikes!) Other than that, my kids use their backpack’s until they’re shredded, lunch boxes until they don’t work anymore (we LOVE the Pack-It because it keeps their cold stuff cold), and binders until they fall apart. I buy folders, paper, pens, and pencils when they’re on sale and store them in my office for when they need more.
Countdown has begun… one week left until school starts!
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Wisdom from inspirational speaker, TIFFANY PETERSON, the other night on Facebook came exactly when I was in need of it.
Like the actual moment in time that I was swimming in negative thoughts about myself (“What is, ‘I feel like garbage,’ Alex”) and realized I needed something beyond myself to make it stop or I would continue to spiral into more dark thoughts. It was deep into the night, I’m without cell service, most everyone I know who I would go to about my feelings were definitely sleeping, and I’m not the kind to reach out and ask for help.
From Tiffany’s Facebook post:
Tonight allow yourself to detach from the outcome.
Earlier today in a mastermind call with my own amazing support, I had an awareness that is soul rich, you know the kind where you feel that total peace come over you? Yes, that kind.
The awareness that I had is that in preparing for many of our goals, we obviously cannot control the outcome.
We can influence the outcome. But we do not control the outcome.
What we can control is how WE SHOW UP.
That’s it.
We can choose how we choose to experience the experience. Yes, experience the experience – isn’t that good?
So here’s my choice: I choose to show up and play full out.
To put my whole heart into it.
To be powerfully present.
And to add value and serve those in front of me.
That is how I choose to experience my experience (upcoming event was the topic today, yet applies to any and all goals and RELATIONSHIPS.)
So detach from the outcome. You don’t control it anyway.
Become present to how you choose to show up.
To experience your experiences.
Your part.
Your heart.
Your chosen response regardless of how others choose.
This is soul alignment.
Truth telling.
Freedom mixed with joy, purpose, and clarity.
……
Goodnight fellow travelers on the path,
Tiffany
“Your chosen response regardless of how others choose.” That sentence was the clincher for me. No matter what I say or do, I am not in control of the choice others make, even if they effect me. Getting bent out of shape over someone else’s behavior or decision won’t make me feel better or change what they think or did, it only makes me feel worse, times ten.
As my daughter has a moment of pouting when she’s not winning the game we’re playing, I am reminded of this principle. She can pout all she wants; it will do absolutely ZERO good. It will instead be 100% negative on her, not me, so her intent is wasted. (I cross-my-fingers it’s a phase she’ll grow out of sooner than later.)
Hopefully you knew this stuff and have happiness instead of negativity. If not, I wish for you to grasp this ideology with me so we can rise above the things we cannot control and turn the experiences we have into positive vibes.
[high five for positive vibes]
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The little brunette in this music video made me a godmother. Well, her mother made her little baby my goddaughter. Although I don’t get to fly around waving a wand making magic, I do get to watch this beauty grow as a sweet, funny, smart, charitable, and forgiving person.
Wouldn’t it be the bees knees to be a fairy godmother? I would make all water fountains fitted to offer fresh lemonade (along with water because it is life’s juice) and make cell phones inoperable to all drivers while they are in motion. Although, how are you supposed to use a map to know where you’re going if you’re not supposed to use your handheld device? I like to look at the map even though my GPS app is voice activated with directions. I’m a visual learner.
Back to the video. Hope you enjoy listening to these gifted musicians…
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Do you love learning back stories about movies like I do? Click here to read all about the Top 10 Movies Filmed in Utah and some fun facts! It forgot to mention one of my favorite motorcycle movies The World’s Fastest Indian.
Have you seen Anthony Hopkins (he was SO good) in the recent film Hitchcock? The behind-the-scenes story about how Psycho was made fascinated me and my husband. He’s a big movie buff, so he was more interested in the lighting and I dug how “Hitch” helped the Scarlett Johansson shower scene come to life!
Want to know another cool movie tip? Okay, I’ll tell you… Cinemark has an app that REWARDS you for good behavior! I’ve used it once and already have a “Free Medium Fountain or Regular Frozen Drink” coming to me (and with the price of concessions topping eleventy-hundred dollars…) To earn your reward, simply:
This worked really well during our family movie day seeing Epic with the kids. I’m glad we earned something free because the wailing of a kid whose parent wouldn’t take them out (they finally did once or twice after many minutes of the shrieking disturbed our movie watching) less than pleased me.
There was also a group of 12+ kids with four adults in front of us that ruined it for us, too. The kids were fine, it was the rude adults who kept standing up in front of us during the movie to tell their friends where they were sitting (the rest of their party kept coming in after it had started) and moving seats leisurely like nobody was sitting behind them trying to watch the show.
Note: especially if you have a large party of people to manage, get there early (or at least on time) to get everyone settled in their seats.
After the third time one of the adults stood up blocking our view, my husband leaned forward and said, “Would you please sit down so we can see the movie?” She snapped back, “I’m working on it!”
It’s a good thing I’m not a violent person because I would’ve punched her in the throat. But I didn’t.
Following the movie and as we tossed our trash in the garbage, I thanked the employees who were about to head in to clean the theater and asked who was in charge so I could discuss my experience. Ms. Fisher was the manager on duty and professionally listened to my gripes and suggestions as well as my praise for the Cinemark app that rewarded me for good behavior. Yes, I can be bribed.
Here’s what I think: prior to a G or PG movie starting, theater staff could remind people in person (live, in front of the screen or outside the door as customers enter) to remove noisy children. She explained that they have a policy of giving those parents who end up in the hall a free movie voucher for their courtesy; I dig that. Staff should patrol the theater more often to remove patrons AS THEY SAY THEY WILL IN THE PREVIEWS.
It’d be nice if parents would be courteous to others in the theater and teenagers would be taught to behave during a movie, or I should be a gazillionaire so I could rent out the theater and have a private viewing without the distractions. Wouldn’t THAT be something?!? I’d totally invite you to join me, if you would behave, of course.
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As a society, we are on a downward spiral when it comes to public behavior.
Back in the old days, men wore suits in public, ladies had fancy hats, we minded our p’s and q’s, kids were taught to be respectful of things and people, and trash wasn’t strewn all over the place.
Jump forward to today where guys show more underwear than pants, gals advertise on their derriere, cussing is overheard and seen everywhere, kids are given free-reign by their lax parents, and some people have no qualms about tossing garbage out their car window or onto the ground.
Remind me not to attend a movie opening weekend unless I want obnoxious teenagers trying to impress each other to ruin my experience (also remind me to always sit on the back row so I won’t have a kid kicking the back of my chair throughout the movie).
Iron Man 3 opened on a school night and we thought the 10:40 pm show would be late enough to avoid the crowds. Not so with two-thirds of the audience filled with loud, cell phone using teens (I understand using it up until the movie starts, but during the show I shouldn’t have to see it, thus the messages before every movie that says turn off your cell phone).
The other thing that shouldn’t be at that movie? A baby. With a shiny helmet. That poor little thing jerked at the loud explosions and shooting (it’s Iron Man, there is always LOTS of exploding and shooting) with scared-looking wide eyes taking it all in. Thanks to the parents for the baby sneezing our direction, all over our straw and into our bucket of popcorn… mmm, baby phlegm.
It’s not the baby’s fault it doesn’t know proper public sneezing etiquette (away from others and into your elbow if not a tissue or inside your shirt/jacket). And every time the baby would move it’s helmeted head the glare off it from the giant screen would flicker our direction, like the sun glazing off a mirror. Awesome.
“Wah, get over it,” you say? Yeah, I know people who are pro-baby’s-at-movies and pro-teens-doing-whatever-in-public that think I’m uptight or overly sensitive. But I don’t think it’s bad to wish there was more common courtesy in the world. I’m not at a playground expecting kids to be quiet or at the swimming pool wanting more coverage (come on already with all the side boobage and nipple slippage). In a movie that I’m paying for, I’d like to enjoy it without unnecessary distractions and phlegm.
Speaking of phlegm (how many times can I write phlegm in one post?)… We were at a scarcely attended movie a while back with a continual cougher; like he had bronchitis kind of cough, over and over and loud. It was obnoxious and annoying to miss movie dialogue because his coughing drowned out the sound. Not fair. He did this throughout the entire movie, not like when you get a coughing fit and leave to cough it out… he never left, he stayed and coughed. If I have a cough, I stay home until I don’t. If I get a coughing fit during a movie, I get rid of it by leaving and getting a drink. If that doesn’t work then I ask for a movie voucher to come back later.
People are expected to be quiet (whisper) in libraries, so we should teach and expect similar manners in other public places.
Don’t get me started on the screaming/crying kids at Old Navy every time I am there. Every. Time.
EDIT: The next Sunday after this post, I happened to sit in front of some kids at church who couldn’t not kick the back of my pew. What a coincidence.
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