Tuesday, November 25, 2014

The Beard Diaries: Day One


**Guest Post by my rock star husband**

A tragedy has befallen me this evening. Due to a most significant miscalculation with my new hair trimmer, I have been robbed of my most precious beard.

The soft, supple locks that once adorned my face are but a pile of clippings rimming the bathroom sink. And as I watch them slowly flow down the drain, like ashes in the wind, my mind drifts back to happier days when beer would trickle down the whiskers that lined my mouth, or combing my fingers through the gentle curls around my jaw.

As I gaze upon myself in the mirror, my cheeks naked and exposed to the elements, I find myself spiraling into a depression so deep I fear I may never escape its depths. Tonight I will shut myself in and hide my shame from the bearded world.

Monday, November 10, 2014

Working on me

I often keep myself shut up tight. My sister laughs at me because she doesn't understand how I can actively choose to hide away in my house rather than going out to interact with people. It's very easy for me to retreat into myself and my home. So I have to make a pointed effort to go outside my comfort zone, to say yes to any invitation that might come my way, to remember that people won't want to get to know me if I don't attempt to get to know them.

But it's hard, y'all. Very hard. I see every invitation as a chance to put myself out there and when nothing really comes of it, I can't help but feel rejected. Which, in turn, makes it that much harder for me to say yes to the next invitation. I feel rejected a lot. Jeremy tries to tell me not to take it so personal, more than likely it doesn't have anything to do with me. But I can't seem to help it.

I am working on it, though. Or trying to. I'm trying to proactively put myself out there and talk myself through the disappointment if it's not recuperated. I'm bouncing back a little quicker. I'm not sure I'll ever be much different than how I am. This is just me, and I have to learn how to deal with that. But I am learning, every day, all the time. And I like being me..mostly..usually. lol.

Friday, November 7, 2014

Happy 8th birthday, Lola!


You are my stinker winker, roly poly, little piglet, froggy girl! Thank you for healing my heart.

Friday, October 31, 2014

1 Halloween Costume

Day 31. Halloween Costume Reveal 

I haven't dressed up for Halloween in a couple years now. I really haven't had a reason to. So, instead, I'll share my costume from several years back. I threw it together super last minute to go to a Halloween party.

Helene in Between Blogtober

2 Facts About Me

Day 30. Facts About You

1. I am an introvert. I'm still learning what that means, but some of my life long behaviors are starting to make a whole lot more sense to me.

2. I prefer shoot-em up, spy intrigue, sci-fi, suspense movies over tear-jerking, heart wrenching, touchy feely girly movies.

Helene in Between Blogtober

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

3 Embarrassing Moments

Day 29. Most Embarrassing Moment

1. I overflowed a friends toilet once {too much TP}. I was pretty young..and I panicked. Did I think to look under the sink for a plunger? Heck to the no. Do you think I fessed up? HHHeeecckkk no.

2. I walked into a utility box at the parking lot of my work. I know what you're thinking...put the cell phone away, right? This was pre-cell phone and/or social media. I just had a really bad habit of walking with my head down.

3. That one time I couldn't get the keys out of the ignition.

Helene in Between Blogtober

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

4 Things I'm Superstitious About

Day 28. Things You're Superstitious about

4. I believe in 'Ojo'. I never really know anything about Ojo until a co-worker of mine kept touching my face. Anytime I would get a blemish she would touch it and tell me it was her fault because she had been talking about how pretty she thought I was. So, when I am admiring someones hair or nails, I try to touch them so I don't give them Ojo. And especially babies! Always, always touch the baby.

3. I knock on wood so I don't tempt fate.

2. I believe in burying money on New Year's Eve to "bury your poverty" and digging it up on New Year's day to "uncover your wealth".

1. Jeremy is training me (we train each other with many things) to keep the toilet seat down in the bathroom. Apparently, in the practice of Feng Shui, leaving it up lets your money go down the drain.

Helene in Between Blogtober