picture pages!

“Picture Pages, Picture Pages,Time to get your Picture Pages,Time to get your
crayons and your pencils…”
“You can play with Picture Pages,Fill your day with Picture Pages, ‘Till Bill Cosby does another Picture Page with you!”

My mom bought me Picture Pages when I was little. I watched a lot of Nickelodeon as a kid and really wanted to do the Picture Pages with Bill Cosby. But the day they came in the mail, I worked all of them. My mom was mad, but I was very proud. Or so she tells me. I don’t really remember.

That’s a long story just to introduce the day of pictures, isn’t it?

Yes, I am home from work today. I’m draining (I hate snot!) and my body hurts. So here I am. And here are the pics from today.


Here is the no make-up shot. I found this to be very liberating. So not only am I free of cosmetics, but I am also in the throws of a terrible cold and my eyebrows are not exactly well groomed. And here is the picture for all to see. I do think that my short hair is absolutely adorable and my face may even be looking a little thinner. I am wearing my favorite green shirt (that I stole from Nate). What you can’t see is the rest of the pathetic sick day attire: pink and green plaid flannel pants and bright pink crocs. If I worked as a news anchor, I would definitely only be made up from the waist up.

So you should do the make-up free shot too! Put it on your blog and link it in Adventures In BabyWearing just like I did!

And for the random shot of the day:

I originally took this picture to send to Nate’s mom to show her the tables we painted. But then I realized that the picture is supportive evidence for several things I have mentioned previously in this blog.

1. Notice nice, blue night stands. The night stands in action! And mine (the one on the left) is not cluttered yet! Nathan’s will never be cluttered.

2. I have mentioned before that I love waking up in a nice, white room and white sheets. It always feels like I am starting the day over fresh and clean. I just thought I’d show you more of that.

3. Farley puts himself in pictures. I grabbed the camera, and he followed me upstairs. He jumped on the bed and proceeded to lay down like he’d been there all day. And he looked at me, begging to have his picture taken. I had planned to take the picture from this angle. Its the best shot of the room, but not the most flattering of Farley. That’ll teach him.

4. This is also where I am going to spend the better part of my afternoon. I am going to take my iPod full of sermons upstairs and refocus. And probably nap too. I’ll let you know what I learn.

Have a great afternoon!

and I’m thrilled to let you in…

Hello all. I’m still not feeling well. I am full of snot and coughs and I have a new strange pain in my left knee. Can my knee hurt from laying around on the couch? I guess so.

I haven’t eaten all that well, but that’s what happens when we spend the weekend with our parents. Yesterday was not bad: starbucks (venti iced decaf nonfat white mocha) and banana; point-friendly chicken salad sandwich; chicken, green beans, and roasted potatoes; a handful of tortilla chips; my dad’s homemade frozen coffee (with non-fat ice cream); and a Fiber 1 bar. Today: starbucks, bowl of frosted flakes; beef and noodles (light on the beef) and peas; Iced Cappuccino from Tim Hortons; bowl of wonton soup. I need to count up the points. I’m sure I’ll do that tomorrow ’cause I’ll probably be home sick. I hate using sick days when I am really sick. Boo sick.

However, this time has allowed me to catch up on my reading. Blog reading, to be precise. I always need some more blogs to read, and I’m excited to share some of my favorites today with you. If you need some good reads, just follow the links.

I LOVE PastaQueen’s Half of Me. I have been aching to link you to all to her opinions on an interview with Drew Barrymore in the latest People. I am so excited to hear that a celebrity has honest things to say about beauty and health. A few quotes from Ms Barrymore:

“I just think happiness is what makes you pretty. Period,” she tells the magazine. “Happy people are beautiful. They become like a mirror, and they reflect that happiness.”

When do you feel most beautiful? “Right after I’ve worked out and I’m sweating all over the place and my face is two different colors of white and red and my hair is half wet, half dry and I look like I’m about to have a heart attack. I feel like I’ve changed the shape of my body temporarily into something more flexible and strong.”

I love her thoughts. I love that she has to work hard at the gym. What I don’t love is that a famous person has a healthier self-ideal than I do. Ms Barrymore has taught me that I have a lot of work to do. And I want to thank PastaQueen for bringing it to my attention. I often avoid tabloid magazines because they make me feel crappy. I should have picked up this one.

I also read something on the Pudge Budge that really hit me in the face.

Remember that something is always better than nothing. Even if you intended to walk 20 minutes, a 10-minute walk is still vastly better for you than doing nothing.

One of my biggest struggles is my polar thinking. I’m all or nothing. Either I go full force and count every bite that goes into my mouth or I go food crazy. Either I go to the gym and work out for an hour, or I don’t go at all. She reminded me today that something is better than nothing. Thanks for that reminder.

Then I spent a while surfing, and came across some very cool things. The first is this challenge by Adventures in Babywearing to post pics without makeup. It is brilliant. I think we could all benefit from being brutally honest about who we are. So that’s my plan in the morning. After the shower. I just can’t handle it tonight.

And, from there, I came upon this awesome poem at Amy’s Blog, and I had to share it with you.

Christians
By Maya Angelou
When I say… “I am a Christian”
I’m not shouting “I’m clean livin’.”
I’m whispering “I was lost,
Now I’m found and forgiven.”
When I say… “I am a Christian”
I don’t speak of this with pride.
I’m confessing that I stumble
and need Christ to be my guide.
When I say… “I am a Christian”
I’m not trying to be strong.
I’m professing that I’m weak
And need His strength to carry on.
When I say… “I am a Christian”
I’m not bragging of success.
I’m admitting I have failed
And need God to clean my mess.
When I say… “I am a Christian”
I’m not claiming to be perfect,
My flaws are far too visible
But, God believes I am worth it.
When I say… “I am a Christian”
I still feel the sting of pain.
I have my share of heartaches
So I call upon His name.
When I say… “I am a Christian”
I’m not holier than thou,
I’m just a simple sinner
Who received God’s good grace, somehow

And I don’t know what to say about MetaMorphose’s blog, except she totally rocks. I am almost obesessed with it. Read it and read it all.

So when I don’t have much to say for myself, I just point you to others who inspire and entertain me!

Have a great night and don’t get a cold!!