Sunday, October 19, 2008

Hair cut

So, I haven't had my hair cut since I was married over eight years ago much less highlighted it. However, after meeting with a friend and lamenting about how depressed I was, she suggested that we just spontaneously cut my hair. I am a total worry wort for some reason about doing something to my hair. My friend was so confident and has such great hair every time I see her that I thought "what the heck. I look like crap right now...it couldn't get worse." After she was done and had me look in the mirror, I was SHOCKED! My hair had NEVER looked so good! I almost cried, seriously. I'm not one to make a big deal out of my looks. I don't get my nails done, get regular hair cuts, go clothes shopping more than once a year, get my teeth whitened, or anything else related to doing things for myself. I didn't even have make-up on and I looked great. I was SO HAPPY I decided to go through it. I really need to start doing more for myself.

I hate pictures of myself, but I thought it was worth archiving if only to give praise to my incredible friend (who wanted to remain anonymous). Here's to you, Taryn...oooops, did I say that? Sorry. =)




Sharing Opinions

Recent events have lead me to ponder on the many ways in which people share their opinions. Some people sheepishly chime in when they think no one is listening. Some people cower in the corner when a "hot topic" is announced and share nothing at all. Still there are some who "shout" their opinion without regard to the setting or timing. Then, there are those who have been gifted in being able to share with love and compassion and still state their unflinching view.

Which one am I? The first one. Which one is my husband? Certainly not the "cower in the corner" type. Which one of us is the "better" person? Well, there's a good argument. I don't believe it is a great quality that I posses which causes me to shy away from any form of debate. You could rightfully label me at a door mat. It is also not the most redeeming quality to be labeled a "basher," but at least you couldn't be accused of being a coward.

I have learned from watching close family members that creating any kind of controversy which leads to contention NEVER turns out well. The spirit is ALWAYS turned away even if the intentions were good.

When Christ "gave his opinion" he didn't knock down people's doors. He was simply out there with his "friends" talking about truths. Those that wanted to hear were welcome to, but he didn't chase after those that disagreed. If he was confronted on a matter personally, then he didn't waste time going on and on. His statements were short and to the point...ie.."Render unto Ceasar that which is Ceasar's and unto God that which is God's." O'Reilly has a great phrase that I have started using at home: "Keep it pithy." If you want someone to listen, assume they have a short attention span and sum it up. If they want to know more, then you should elaborate.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Nothing New

This should not come as a surprise to anyone unless you've waited months to read my blog! I'm pregnant. However, just to make it fun, I'm not going to tell my close family members. I thought it would be clever to let Will know by waiting till he actually reads this post, which might not be for a long time. I tell my family to read my bog all the time and they don't. So, here's getting back at them. To all my friends who read this: Please do not let it slip in front of Will or my kids. Oh, what the heck, don't tell ANYONE....keep it to yourself till I post that Will read the blog. I'll know that you know when you make a comment on this post. I want to see how long it takes him to figure it out. I'll keep you posted. Oh, and one more thing...does anyone have an OB-GYN they'd highly recommend who delivers at Desert Regional?

(Yes, it is cheating if you say "You've got to read Andrea's blog", or any other phrase that would be interpreted by the Supreme Court of Andrea as blowing the secret surprise.)

--10/16 Andrea to Will: "Honey, you really should read our blog. I write in it all the time."

--10/17 Jennifer Hendrickson to Will: "Will, you should read Andrea's blog." (She hadn't read this post yet.)

--10/18 Will Spends the next three days writing and reading on Lisa's blog. (Ironic, huh?)

--10/19 Will almost clicks on our blog and the computer crashes! (that was close)

--10/22 Andrea to Will: "What do you think of Cali Carter, or how about Cael Carter?" Will: "I like Cali, but she'll be called "California" her whole life." End of discussion...no further questions.

10-23 I think Will is turning the cards on me now. He read my blog last night and posted a comment on one of my newest posts, but says he skipped around and looked over some other posts. I immediately called him a liar, but he just casually told me how he read lots of our friends blogs, then tried to start one of his own. I think he knows now and is going to try and see how long I can stand keeping it a secret from him! How's that for "getting back" at me? Now I'm tormented not knowing if he knows or not and not wanting to spoil it JUST IN CASE he doesn't. I should have known. He's always been the more clever of the two of us.

10/23 My little sister, Liz, asked me point blank if I was pregnant yet. I lied. I feel bad now. I'm too stubborn to spoil the fun now though.

10/26 Like I said, I know Will has always been the more clever of the two of us. So, Will and I spoke in church today. During Will's talk, he told the entire congregation "Andrea thinks that I don't pay attention to her or read her blog. What she doesn't know is that I read her blog and wrote her a note inside her scriptures saying "I know you're pregnant. I'm just checking to see how often you read your scriptures!" I have to give him credit. That was good. Humiliating me in public is always the best way to win my affection! (By the way, you can read the scriptures on-line...which is what I was doing.) =)

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Diet

Okay, here's something you may or may not know about me: I'm a yo-yo dieter. There, I said it, I confessed. I go on these crazy diets, usually loose weight, keep it off for anywhere between a few days to a whole year, then go back to where I was. I can't stop. I can't seem to stop eating all the things I love: pizza, chocolate, candy corn (newest obsession), and whatever else I feel I deserve. Maybe that's it. Maybe that's my problem. I feel like I don't get compensated for what I do, so I reward myself this way. Horrible, isn't it? It's only a reward for the short period of time I have that incredibly tasty food in my mouth and then it's gone, so I want to do it again. This is just as bad as having a drug addiction. I see now why they call it an addiction.

I have GOT to find a way to be satisfied eating healthy. This is just not working. I tried to go on another "diet" Monday, only to have the kids beg me to take them to McDonald's after school "just to play" they promised. Of course, they were hungry, so I bought them food and then I couldn't resist eating all their left-over fries. Will says "it's easy Andrea, eat less and exercise more." Okay, so he's right. I just can't seem to keep the motivation going long enough to do a significant amount of good. I know what the experts say. I've read it all. I know you shouldn't go on fad diets, you should just try to eat one meal a day healthier than normal until you create a habit. I love the way I feel when I "feel" thinner. I hate "feeling" fat. (By the way, I'm not posting this so my friends can say "you're not fat, Andrea. You look great." I don't want cheesy praise.) I just wish I could change my idea of what it is to be "sexy/good looking." It's not anyone else. It's me. If I could be happy with myself, it would change a lot of things. If I could find another way to "reward" myself, or just totally suppress my appetite, that would be great. I know if there was a magical way to do it, Oprah would have found it, so there's really no quick, easy way to fix this.

I told the young women in church a while back that I used to hate the way I looked in high school. Now, I look back and wonder what I was thinking. I was fine! I know that when I'm eighty I'll look at pictures of me now and say "what was I thinking? I was fine." I told them to be happy the way they are now because one day they'll wish they had enjoyed the way their body was at the time. I need to take my own advice. (and I need to go on a diet.) =)