Give Back Yoga Foundation

Everyone once in awhile something gets brought to my attention and I think wow, that's pretty amazing...this is one of those times. 

The Give Back Yoga Foundation was started by a former World Bank project manager who decided to do something different with his life.  The Give Back Yoga Foundation states that 1 in 3 soldiers deployed to the Middle East return with serious mental health issues, such as depression, traumatic brain injury, and PTSD.  That is a scary and sad figure. 

Their goal for the upcoming year, "To bring our Yoga For Veterans Toolkits, developed by expert teachers with years of experience in working with soldiers with post-traumatic stress, to at least 10,000 veterans across the country."

The website is pretty amazing and I urge you to head over there and check it out.  They have tons of great projects going on.  The practice of yoga can have a profound impact on a person's life and here is one organization working to use that practice to change lives.  

Namaste!

Fall in Love with Thirty-One!

Hello friends!

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The last day to order from the fall catalog will be Friday, December 20th!  Don't miss out on all the beautiful patterns and products in this catalog!


SPECIAL INCENTIVE- When you schedule and hold a party with me
between November 1st and December 1st, I will send you a FREE Snowman Icon
Coin Purse to you - it's one of my favorite new products!
It is super cute and will make the perfect Christmas present! 


Thank you for allowing me to be your Thirty-One consultant!

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Fashion Challenged

It becomes more apparent to me every single day that I am fashion challenged.  As in Stacy and Clinton would throw away ALL MY CLOTHES AND SHOES and they would STARE AT ME WITH PITY AND UNADORNED DISGUST.  Living where we currently are has only made it more apparent how seriously awful I have become at dressing myself. 

For example, I went to get a coffee last week at a little coffee shop.  In the coffee shop was a fabulously dressed gay man with a Louis Vuitton bag for his laptop, a college girl with 2 different shoes on...2 DIFFERENT SHOES...when the f*ck did that become the style?  Is that the style?  Did I miss something?  They were the same color hue, but different shoes.  I was so confused.  And then another girl came with in the cutest dress with a scarf and boots.

People in our town are all about the brown boots.  Sadly, I went and bought a pair just to fit in.  Granted I am too fat to wear them with tiny dresses or leggings, but that didn't stop me from buying leggings at which I shuddered because my belief has always been just because they make leggings in your size does not always mean you should wear them and here I am...horrifying the world with my legs...in leggings.  Big ole leggings.  And not even fashionable leggings (because those most definitely don't come in my size), but the kind they sell at Target or as seen on tv by the people that make the genie bra (which rocks by the way).

Now I went to a pretty ritzy college and those kids ain't got nothing on these UVA students.  I have never seen college students so dressed up.  Hello.  You are in college.  Why are you wearing a suit and tie?  Where are your sweatpants?  Why are you in a dress (and not the Lilly Pulitzer crap that girls at my college wore, but like super stylish with the boots)?  Where are your flip flops?   Why are you not hungover? 

Even the other moms in my bible study group show up looking cute with their braided hair and scarfs and boots and jewelry and hair done and good personalities.  I look like the Dobby the house elf dressed me out of his closet after he had a schizophrenic break down. 

Them

Me

 So as much as we love it here, we can't retire here because my self esteem couldn't handle it.

Sigh...

My loves

WTF Hannah Montana

Because my husband loves me so much he asked me one day if I had seen the Miley Cyrus Wrecking Ball video.  So I watched in one day.  On my smart tv.  And now I want to scrub my eyes with bleach.  And because I'm a nice person I want to share it with you.  I will warn you...once you watch it you can never unsee it.  Never.  Ever.  It will haunt your dreams until you wake up screaming.  You will want to poke your own eyes out with the first object you can find even if it's your own fingers. 

Now that you want to bash your head into the wall until you lose consciousness, can we just talk about wtf happened to Hannah Montana?  When did Miley Cyrus become a prepubescent boy?  Do you think Billy Ray and his wife sit up at night and wonder where they went so horribly wrong?  And why do all Disney stars become freaks when they grow up?  These are the questions that plague me. 

And if you are still reading and haven't jumped out the highest floor you have in your house to get those images out of your head then check this out http://www.buzzfeed.com/mjs538/what-miley-cyrus-was-trying-to-do-at-the-vmas-vs-what-miley.

Oh, Miley. You are the train wreck we can't stop watching.  I sort of wish a wrecking ball would hit me in the head though so I can get the images of your video out of my head.

The Best Gifts

As I left yesterday to go do a Thirty-One party for a friend, I was holding my toddler and hugging her goodbye.  I felt something sort of splashing on my feet as she says, "I peed."  I look down and urine is dripping down her legs onto my feet. 

Nothing says I love you mom like a golden shower.  The best gifts don't come from the heart...they come from the bladder.

Stellar Parenting

You know you're a mom when there is urine in the console of your mini van. 

Yesterday, sitting in the van in the Target parking lot, nursing the baby, the toddler climbs up onto the console between the front seats.  She then proceeds to fall off backwards onto the floor.  As she is falling I notice a huge puddle on the console.  Her pull up had leaked, soaking her dress, and dripping down her legs as she stood up. 

I tell the toddler to get a baby wipe and clean up the pee.  She does and then wipes her face with the same wipe that she just used to clean up pee.

I finished nursing the baby, wiped the toddler down with a baby wipe, dislocated my shoulder trying to kill a bee that I saw in the back of the van, threw the toddler in the back of the cart, and off we went into Target. 

I am kicking ass at this parenting shit!