Hunida was so kind to tag me for the Awesome Blogger Award! Blogging has been the best gift I have given myself in a long time, and bloggers like Hunida expand my view of the world in ways I deeply appreciate. She also posts some really yummy recipes with reviews, so if you’re looking for new, healthy cooking ideas in 2018, check her out!
Awesome Blogger Award Is:
“This is an award for the absolutely wonderful writers all across the blogging world. They have beautiful blogs, are kind and lovely, and always find a way to add happiness and laughter to the lives of their readers. That is what truly defines an awesome blogger.”
Created by Miss Maggie @ Dreaming of Guatemala
The Rules Are:
- Thank the person who nominated you
- Tag it under #awesomebloggeraward in the Reader
- Answer the questions your nominator gave you
- Nominate at least 5 awesome bloggers
- Give your nominees 10 new questions to answer
- Let your nominees know that they’ve been nominated
- At what percentage is it time to charge your phone? I start thinking about it at 7%, I’ll get up and plug it in at 3%.
- If you could travel anywhere but, it has to be outside of the USA, where would you choose to go? Back to New Zealand! I didn’t see enough of it the first time.
- What animal would you choose to keep as a pet? (It would love you and be house-trained.) A sloth…I could probably use more chill in my life.
- If you were on death row, what would your last meal be? (They let you choose whatever you want.) Cheese enchiladas with guacamole.
- What would your dream kitchen look like? It would be full of friends and food!
- What was your favorite meal as a child? Has it changed now that you’re an adult? My grandma let me help make biscuits for breakfast in the morning when we visited her, and I loved it. I still love biscuits, actually…you can do so much with them.
- What is your favorite/most used phone app? I almost hate to say this, but Fitbit. I helps me keep track of my water intake, anxiety and how much I’m taking care of myself physically. I like data, and that is me-data.
- Are you a multi-tasker? Yes, but I’m not as good at it as I used to be so I’m trying to transition to focusing on one thing at a time.
- Do you need noise to fall asleep to or complete silence? If you need noise, what kind? Ceiling fan or it’s a long night for me!
- If you could choose; how would you choose to die? Any way I don’t see it coming. I stared death in the face once, and I don’t want to do it again.
- Girl With The Paw Print Tattoo
- Am I Really A Runner?
- Mental Health @ Home
- My Life With PTSD & Bipolar
I really enjoy y’all’s blogs! Some bloggers do their own thing and I respect that, but if you want to answer some questions, here’s what I’d like to know:
- What color eye shadow?
- Do you like sandwiches? (If yes, please describe favorite!)
- Flats or heels?
- How much water do you drink every day, on average?
- What is the best coffee you’ve ever had?
- How do you feel about the smell of rain?
- If there is one blog you think I must follow, which is it?
- Corn chips or potato chips?
- Number one thing you want to do before summer 2018.
- How long have you been blogging?
Thanks for being you, keep at it, I appreciate the inspiration, insight and human connection!
What if I took all those frustrations and re-framed them into positive observations? Would it help?
I just about lost my shit this morning when I got home from the store. It rained all morning, and by the time I was hauling a loaded cart out to my car it was pouring. It rained so hard that some of the streets were flooded on my way home, and my street was partly flooded. I unloaded wet bags or groceries and jugs of water (our water tastes weird at the moment), nearly busted my ass slipping on the threshold, got it all put away in my mom’s chaotic kitchen and discovered that the box on the porch was the cane I had ordered from my grandma that we thought hadn’t arrived.
I was checking my Amazon orders last night to see if anything might not arrive this week, and saw that the new walking cane was supposed to have been delivered on Friday. No one had seen the box, so I reported it missing and requested another. From what I can guess, it was delivered to a neighbor and they brought it to my door this morning…4 days later. I couldn’t cancel the Amazon replacement in time to not have them send me one unnecessarily, but…thanks, neighbors. If I get a package by mistake I take it over immediately. I guess I have a spare cane now for someone who need it though.
I was in such a foul mood about all of this and the grocery crazy especially that I was about to lose it. The PTSD thing I live with? Stress can quickly light a short fuse. I stopped myself though and thought, “What if I didn’t complain?”
What if I didn’t complain about this? What if I found the positive, that we can afford all of these groceries and that we needed the rain and that it isn’t also cold and that I got things done early and have plenty of time to start baking for tonight and go to the store again later for my grandma’s stuff and the cake box I need to pick up? What if I didn’t complain for a week? What if I took all those frustrations and re-framed them into positive observations? Would it help? Would it not?
I am normally not a joiner, but I like these bloggers, so…
I was challenged by Laken on Dazed and Still Dreaming to participate in the Seven Day Black And White Photos of Your Life Challenge.
Tuesday I challenged Haylee at Stumbling Around Our World.
Wednesday I challenged Laura at LF Books.
Thursday I challenged Alexis at Untangled.
Friday I challenged Amielle at Love Amielle.
Yesterday I challenged Kashyap.
I’m not a joiner, and I generally don’t do anything the internet tells me to do, but I appreciate the connections I’ve built with several bloggers and this seems to fit that. Also my week is turning into an endless hell and this is an excellent break from that.
No people, No explanation & Challenge someone new everyday for 7 days.
I challenge AnonymouslyAfroIrish because her blog has a lot of great texture, and I think that would translate well in black and white photos.
I can sweat it out just as good as Taylor Swift can Shake It Off.
I’m a sweaty kind of girl. I can sweat out gallons in the summer, and have to constantly chug water to make up for it. I’ve accepted that hair and makeup just aren’t gonna hold up to my pores in hot weather, and I think I’m doing pretty well if I remember a headband and don’t have to constantly wipe sweat drops out of my eyes.
It’s not my most feminine quality, and it’s one that I raged against for years. I wanted to look like the other girls who weren’t cursed with my generous glands and the salt-stained armpits of my favorite shirts. But like many other things, as I came into my own and learned to love my body and care less about what anyone else thinks, my propensity to need to wring out my workout pants has morphed from curse to blessing. Not only can I sweat, I can sweat it out just as good as Taylor Swift can Shake It Off.
I’m pretty summer-tolerant. I think it must come from my Hill Country ranching ancestors. They did it without air conditioning. I like the summer heat. I don’t mean summers in Maine, I mean summers in Texas. And now that I’ve gotten over myself and wear way less dry clean only, I take advantage of the heat and go for hour long walks in it. I don’t just sweat, I sweat HARD. I love it, because it releases so much. My body lets go of so much when I let it out through my pores. All the water I drank? Through my cells and right back out my pores carrying toxins with it. Anxiety? Too busy sweating to care. Tense against the cold? Nope, I joyfully embrace anything that makes the air move.
If you can sweat mindfully, I am there, loving the cleansing power of sweat.