He loves me anyway....

I have learned that I'm not a consistent blogger. Shocker. I'm sure.  Before I delve into this next installment of The Blog I wanted to reassure everyone that I got my hair testimony. I know you were all on the edge of your seats. ( Side note :auto-correct changed seats to seals and I dissolved into peals of laughter thinking about all of you on the edge of a seal). Anyway, I digress...back to the riveting hair testimony.

Y'all.

I know that we aren't supposed to be prideful but can I just tell you that I walked out of Salon Lux a few weeks ago with the swagger of Beyonce. Until the doors flew open and the blast of cold wind blew my hair to here and yonder. BUT...for those 1.5 milliseconds, you couldn't tell me anything. My hair was straight, it was shiny, and so very bouncy. Ah, the memories.

I so very much needed that little burst of pretty. It's been a tough couple of weeks. Nothing earth-shattering or cause for concern in anyone's life other than mine. It has just been one hit after another...a failure here, a mistake at work, personal struggles that led to some severe doubt and self pity. To be honest, I'm still bouncing back from it. The combination of it all left me tired, cranky, and quite the ill pill. Again, I am well aware that people have struggled with a lot more than I have the last few weeks but to ME, it was overwhelming. Some would have laughed it off, gotten back up on that horse and continued on, but it left me feeling like a big ol' failure and staring at a empty bag of Milano Cookies. Yeah, if I'm going to be honest, I'm going to be realllllly honest.

As I was praying about various things and asking forgiveness for my less than stellar attitude I remembered the chrous to a song by these guys who I adore. No matter what happens, He loves me anyway. Such a simple concept but when you are in the midst of a raging case of  DOUBT-PARTY OF ONE it can mean so much,.When you feel like a complete dork and a failure on so many levels it is a reminder of a love that never dies.

I fail but He loves me anyway.
I quit but He loves me anyway.
I mess up at work but He loves me anyway.
I try and fall flat on my face but He loves me anyway.

I am in the middle of getting back on track and trying again. It's a process. It's life. It goes up. It goes down. It smacks you in the face sometimes but through it all I can say without a shadow of a doubt that I am loved and that makes the tough days just a tiny bit easier.

Oh, and if I really need a pick me up I just pick up my hairbrush and belt out this song. I think I'll learn the dance moves as well. Don't judge me, just put me on your prayer list at church if you feel strongly about it. Personally, I think everyone needs to dance around every now and then. It just makes you feel good.




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Foxy Curls or the lack thereof.

Ok, so my first blog. Wow. the pressure. Oh, lest I forget, I am dedicating this first blog entry to my wonderful, encouraging, friend, Tammy Truhlar McGauthiar. We were best friends in high school and ever since re-connecting on Facebook she has encouraged me to blog. Now, if you don't like something you can contact her. :) I think the main reason I started a blog was because I had too much to say on Facebook and there was no way it would fit in a status update.

I have always been kind of a nosy person which explains my love for blogs. I love to know what people are doing, how they are feeling, what they eat, what they wear, how they spend their days. I have friends who blog about recipes, making their own soap, homeschooling and other hippie things. Yes, I'm looking at you Sarah Beam. I also have friends who blog about what God is teaching them, how they are organizing their homes, and tales of family life. Oh yes, Jessica Costa, that would be you. I know both of these women personally for some twenty odd years now and I love them dearly. Then, there are the blogs of women I have never met. I know...it sounds insane to keep up with strangers on a daily basis but the way these women have inspired me, prayed for me, encouraged me and made me laugh until tears are streaming down my cheeks is special to me. So to Sophie, Big Mama, and Kelly, especially, thanks for starting a whole train of crazy.

Now that the rambling is over (Oh, for your sake I hope it is) where do I start with my first blog? Well, I could start with something spiritual, or uplifting, or inspiring but I'm going to do what I do best. I'm just going to rant about something trivial. Like hair. Or specifically, hair products.

As I was getting ready this morning I was using some brand- spanking- new, fancy, hair product that promised some awesome curls. Let me preface this rant by saying that I have naturally curly hair. And I love my hair but sometimes a girl needs to refresh her curls and I tried, oh, how I tried this morning. I started using Bedhead's Foxy Curls which promised to enhance my curls. Just so we are are all on the same page, I don't know what Foxy Curls are but when I saw the pretty purple bottle in the store I knew I wanted some Foxy Curls.
HELLO MONSTER CORPORATION, GULLIBLE GIRL ON AISLE 4. Yep, that was me. I had hyped up this styling session so much that I should have realized that I would be let down by the un-foxiness of it all, but I honestly believed that I was going to have some major hair testimony when I got to work this morning . Please tell me you know what a "hair testimony" is. Being from the South, I just assume that everyone knows ,but I will enlighten you if you aren't sure. A hair testimony is when you share with your friends, co-worker's, strangers, etc how wonderful you hair is. We've all done it. We've used a product or been to a great hairstylist and told everyone how great it was...hence...your hair testimony. Except, mine didn't go as planned. I spritzed my hair for all it was worth and all I got was frizzy hair and a bad attitude. I guess Bedhead and I have two different ideas of what Foxy Curls are. Needless to say, I didn't walk in to work with a Hair Testimony. I walked in mumbling under my breath about Foxy Curls and why products should do what they promise. I'm sure I was a real gem this morning around the water cooler. The moral of this story: if it's in a purple bottle and looks hip, this girl is buying it.

I am thankful that I have an appointment to have my hair styled tomorrow. As I type that I realize I sound like a. A Meemaw who has a standing weekly appointment to get her hair done and still uses Aqua Net or B. A celebrity who has a stylist. Of course we know that I am neither.

So, that was my first blog. Nothing earth shattering, but I figured it provided some light hearted comedy which is what everyone needs once in a while.

Stay Foxy!

Michibear