#FailedSelfie

 

My bloggery assignment for today is to share my favorite photo of myself with you.

Thanks to the invent of social media and smart phones I have a zillion and a half to choose from.

Here’s my face.. here’s my face again.. Wee!

 

Awkward Becks is awkward.

Awkward Becks is awkward.

This is my favoritest (thx spell check I know it’s not a word) pictures of my self in the history of ever. Why? It completely illustrates how ridiculously awkward I am.

 

This picture was me trying to photographically document the fact that my face was SOFREAKINGNUMB from dental work that I couldn’t even smile right. Apparently I couldn’t keep my eyes open either. Heck yes. I am really THAT awesome.

This picture is rad because it’s real. Sure I can hold my face just right and make a picture look pretty. It’s not me though. That no make up, eyes scrunched up, weird ass head angle, that’s the real me.

I love you weird, scrunched face me. ❤

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Selling yourself in 10 words or less

Oh the grand art of brevity! If you have ever read any of my writing or spoken to me to any extent you will know this isn’t one of my strong skill sets.

Today’s assignment is to “sell myself in 10 words or less”.  

It is really more of a mission statement than a description. Ten words isn’t a lot of wiggle room.

” Realizes each moment is a piece of the big puzzle.”

This is what I strive to remember each moment of every day. That statement describes how I live my life and therefore certainly fits “selling yourself in 10 words or less”. Notice that I am attempting to justify my choice here?

I.do.what.I.want. 

Here is a perfect visual representation:

puzzle of life

How would you sell yourself in 10 words or less? 

What are you afraid of?

My assigned topic today is “the thing(s) you’re most afraid of”. You’ll be surprised to find that is isn’t big, hairy spiders.

Boogie man much?

I’ll admit this is pretty creepy

Or even the boogie man… although, if you wouldn’t mind leaving a light on?? kthx.

Boogie man would be simple. Poltergeist? No worries. These are the real deal:

   1.  Being unable to meet the basic needs of my family. 

This scares the bejebus out of me. Not having a roof over my head or food to feed my babies would most certainly put me in mama bear kill mode. The health and welfare of the wee ones ALWAYS comes first. Those little rug rats are my everything.

     2.  Alzheimer’s

Just typing the word makes me uneasy. My Father and Grand-Father from my Mother’s side both were victims. According to Webmd ” it is most likely due to a combination of a variety of genetic and other factors.”  Genetic huh? So it’s kinda like playing the lottery? The one I have never won? Great.

If your brain slowly deteriorating isn’t frightening enough let’s take a gander at this info graphic from Top Alzheimer’s Care:

alzsymptoms

Is there anything worse than losing yourself? I suppose having moments of clarity and realizing what your family is going through. That would certainly be worse.

I can only pray that my children’s children’s generation won’t have to watch their grandparents wither away, not remembering who they are.

Thankfully there are organizations like the Alzheimer’s Association whose mission is to advance Alzheimer’s research worldwide.

With all of that said I think I need to go snuggle a kitten or watch Care bears.

Baring your soul in a blog isn’t always the easiest of things. Do me a favor and make me feel a little better. Write me a comment and tell me what scares you. 

What do you do?

“What do you do?” 

Likely the most dreaded question for any stay at home parent. What people are really asking is, “What do you do for money?” For this I have no answer.

Currently I don’t make money, my job is to save money. Finding the cheapest, most efficient ways for everything. Am I amazing at this? Hardly. Am I a couponer? Not so much. Most of the time though we do okay.

Have I wanted to go back to work? Sure. My husband and I both agree that me being here with the kids top priority. I believe that YOU are the best qualified person to care for your children during the early years. This time is irreplaceable.

For the last three years we have homeschooled. This year my oldest is giving public school a shot, his choice. My youngest is in a place somewhere between preschool and kindergarten.

We “do school” together. Working on learning to read and beginning math. What she is most interested in now though is what I do with my time. She wants to sit and watch my words appear on the screen when I write. She wants to sit on the counter while I cook and do dishes. She wants to learn how to be a big girl. This is where things start getting tricky.

So what is it that you do? I lead by example…and I pray a lot.

whatdoyoudo

Excuse me, does this make you uncomfortable??

Today I am to write about things that make me uncomfortable. While planning I came up with quite the list: messes, sharing feelings, crowds, boogers, creepy old men and change.  

change2.jpg

Call me boring but I like routines, schedules. Change is needed to bring about growth… growth is kinda sorta the purpose of this whole life thing.

Somewhere within this jumbled mess of a brain I have it that change is opportunity for hurt, pain, negativity. Anytime I choose to get out of bed there is an opportunity for all of those things. What I seem to forget to realize is that there is also opportunity for increases happiness, success, and adventure.

Rolling this around in my head it seems the only real logical fear should be of life remaining stagnant.

stag·nant

adjective \ˈstag-nənt\

1: not flowing in a current or stream <stagnant water>
2: not advancing or developing <a stagnant economy>
— stag·nan·cy  noun
— stag·nant·ly adverb
Never changing, always the same. Sounds like a personal hell to me.
It’s funny how the act of reading your words on paper can help you discover their meaning.
What makes you uncomfortable?

FAQ of Me.

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I have picked up a challenge to get me into writing again. 31 days of different topics on my blog.

Day #1 is The story of your life. No, that one didn’t make the introvert girl nervous at all >shutters<

Without further adieu:

I have completed the first week of me not homeschooling my now 3rd grade son.

Ironically when I was in 3rd grade I was in a battered women’s shelter with my Mom. It seems that I am just not meant for 3rd grade.

The next few years were awkward in a way that seemed no one was really steering the car, but instead doing everything they could just to keep the doors closed.

The advent of the internet quite literally changed my life. My Mom met a gentleman on AOL (yes that seriously happened) and as a result I got a step dad. November ’97 I packed up all my stuff and left the only place I had ever known – a small town in Oregon. I set out not knowing what to expect. I had never been to Everett..  I was a sophomore in high school. It was the best thing that could of come about.

I never really can say I adjusted to Washington. Not in high school or my early 20’s anyways. Luckily for me weird is norm around here.

Unfortunately for me I dropped out of high school months before I would of graduated. I took off to L.A. I am sure I will get flack for this… but L.A. sucks. The air, the atmosphere, the circumstances… I just wanted to crawl out of my skin and into a deep, dark, cloudy hole.

I came back from L.A. a different person. Hate doesn’t even really begin to scratch the surface of my loathing.

I spent the next few years in a kinda responsibility hibernation. I didn’t realize it at the time but these years would teach me a lot. I would also meet my husband.

Husbandface and I fell in love even among all of the noise and confusion. We are currently rocking the happily ever after bit. We have minions who have recently started to seem more like little dictators than minions.

I spend my time going on adventures and exploring the world around me.  I am a Research Associate in the field of Child Development and Human Relations for the Ferguson Empire.

We need to live our lives more like we are writing stories. Everyone loves a happy ending.