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I happened to be the lucky winner (yay!!! [jumps up and down]) for a contest I didn't even know I'd been in and what did I win? Well that's obvious isnt it? A Body Souffle!! No, not the stuff you eat. I said b-o-d-y. Anywho. I thought I'd start posting reviews for these things I get for free (read: FREE ; as in I love) from people that really deserve some credit for the great products they make. No I am NOT being paid, or even asked, to do this. However, you're welcome to ask me to review something for ya, but I no wants money for it! I chose the Moon Goddess Garden Mango Shea Body Souffle with the scent of French Lanvender. Me loves some scents of lavender. I opened the bag to find this... voila! (Pics attached of courses.) At first I went hmm, the scent might be too strong for me all the time as I like delicate scents, otherwise headache central, but when I put it on and it absorbed into my skin, I loved the scent! It's not a light lavender or a waytoo

Old post being reposted. GBE2: Blog On's Topic this week is: First Love Click the link to find out what GBE2: Blog On is and how YOU can participate. If you love writing and/or blogging, it's the place to go! Great people, great fun, what more could you ask for? FIRST LOVE When I first saw the topic for this week's GBE2, my first thought was of the friendship I walked away from just last week. He was one of my first love's. But I had already talked about it on a previous web post so I wanted something different. I just didn't want to focus on it. Today, while I was doing dishes, a.k.a inspiring myself, I thought of a different first love. To myself. I do too. I love myself. I may not always like myself... I mean come on, if you had to live with her 24/7 she might drive you batty too. But I do love myself. People can tell you so. I don't need to. Well I did, but... I'm digressing. I'm quirky, crazy (two different things there obbb

This is a quick tutorial (i.e. very easy/basic) on how to make your very own blog button for others to share on their page. Really quite simple, I think the hardest part is making your own picture from scratch. At least for me it is. Grab this icon: <a href="http://alwaysaspiretobegreat.blogspot.com/"><img border="0" src="http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee315/babygirl2you/BlogIconColumn105x105.jpg" /></a> This is what it will look like when you're finished. Or: Grab this icon: <a href="http://alwaysaspiretobegreat.blogspot.com/"><img border="0" src="http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee315/babygirl2you/BlogIconColumn212x100.jpg" /></a> What you need: A picture that represents your own personal style/blog and have it uploaded to Photobucket or similar. The link to your site. This is what the code looks like for the ones I have above. This code is specifically for t

This week's (4th) GBE2: Blog On topic is "Control." For more info head here I admit it, I'm a type-A personality. It was a learned behavior. I felt as though I needed to be in constant control of everything around me. I worked 3 jobs and went for weeks on occasion without a day off. I still felt as though I wasn't doing enough. Not around the house, not with my friends, not for dating, not even for work. I just have always had this "I'm not doing enough" attitude instilled in me from a lot of the immediate people around me. So a lot of my behavior was ingrained so deep that I still suffer with that. I feel as though no matter what, I'm not doing enough, being the best I can be, and all of that great unhealthy attitude one should not have. But I do. And I know it's not good, but I still suffer with feeling inadequate because I am just not doing enough. Which is wrong. It's just something that I suffer with. I admit to it.

I love that saying. Oftentimes as adults, we have to make those difficult decisions. The saddest part, is that sometimes those decisions end up breaking your heart and causing you pain. You make them... because you have to. Because you need to. Those decisions aren't always easy to make. You go back and forth, asking yourself, is this right? Should I do this? What if I regret it? Well... you probably will regret it in moments after if you're human. It may not feel right at times and you're going to find yourself hating the decision you made at times, wishing you'd never done it, even wanting to go back on it, but that's the thing. You did it. Which meant you were supposed to do it. And it's perfectly normal to feel regretful, sad, etc., afterward because we all do. And it's o-k-a-y. As difficult as those decisions are, we have to make the decisions that are best for us. We can't always think about the people that it will affect because a

I say it all evilly mind you. Or you can call it rose propagation if you will. I'm an open person. It's all good. I should explain hmm? So I have roses. Or my mom does. And it is one of the "shining" pieces of our yard. As in, neighbors love them, are welcome to have cut ones (they see it as oh so nice, when in reality it's great for the roses to connnnsstantly be cut... truly; never be afraid to slice a rose up--they love it!), and people love to smell them. They are also shocked when they find out most of our roses bloom year round. Even in winter. Really! I am working on a garden in the center of our backyard to place my miniature roses and strawberries as well as having a project of multiplying my mom's roses into my own. Hey, I'm cheap, so what? And secretly I will have less grass to cut. Shhh... So that's my new project for the yard. Slowly make that center garden--currently have our old wine barrel filled with dirt [and some pop

This week's   GBE   is about "Lost and Found." I know a lot of people some years back thought that I'd lost myself. I was even told it was the better part of myself. It took me years to figure out that it wasn't true. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I always believed it to be true. Until I finally had the courage to admit to myself, that they were in the wrong; not me.  That's the problem with some "friends." They aren't really your friends. Someone recently told me something that really hit home. It was profound even.  She said:  "The friend is not a friend. just a person with emotional gravity in your life."    Well that's true. Granted, the comment she had made was from a completely different happening, but still it works.  A lot of people are fortunate in having tons of close friends, even close friends that stick around their entire lifetime. I gave up on that notion a long time ago. I realized that mostly, friends w

It's amazing how little free time I have right now. I am a workaholic so to me, that's amazing to have that anyway, but wow... I will literally drop everything right now for five bundles of joy. At 1 day shy of four weeks I drop everything to focus on this... And (First is Kona, second Cheyenne... I prefer Shyanne, but go figure) Wow! I had a panic moment there I have so many photos on phone (like 1K umkay?) since I haven't had time to take them off that phone didn't show album for a moment... . . . . . . Gasp!!! Where the photos go?! . . . . . . . Oh. Fhsew. Hugs and kisses and more to come! Til next time! zzzz.... Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.0

I go to bed early tonight because I am exhausted. Primarily from taking care of newborn puppies but also from drama. I try to lead my life with as little drama as possible. Which means I am very discriminating when it comes to friends, who I allow in my life, and all that extra goodness. I guard myself carefully and though I do, I have a wide network of people I call friends, which can even include someone I meet and say hi to. Instant friend! But... That doesn't mean I trust them completely. I rarely trust anyone completely. Just the life I've lived, I have learned hard lessons. Nobody can be trusted 100% and the moment you do, you've handed your life over to them. You just can't do that. I won't do that. However, I give a large amount of trust to anyone and everyone I meet... until they prove untrustworthy. It may get me hurt a lot but I just don't live my life that way. I refuse to. Otherwise life has won and I've become hard.

I had to. And yes... I'm really going to advertise this cause I am so proud I could cry! Yesterday I took the time to upgrade the box that our 3 wk old Shih Tzu's were in. I not only wanted to give them a bigger play area, but I wanted to give them a place to use the bathroom. I've read that at 3 wks old - 3.5 wks old you can start training them to use a separate area to "potty" versus "sleep and play" area. The two boys are already able to go potty without mommas help so I wanted help them out a bunch. Give them their space intead of waiting for the girls to catch up. So last night after showing them all where the potty area IS a couple times... okay... closer to 5... maybe even 6 each. We have takeoff!! I was so proud. And happy. Yay! Mini celebration................. Ahem. So today we've got one boy [the smallest, was born a runt, and was in mommas ribcage that doc even prepared us... might be stillborn], Cruz,

Webbing clothes moths. Just the name makes me do the icky moves [shivers]. It's a surprise that such a small insect can cause such an aggravating reaction. And they do! http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tineola_bisselliella a link to an article on wikipedia about them for you to peruse at your lee-zure. I have gone through my bedroom to clean things out because I [gag] was hit with about 5 or 6 of them creatures in my face when I went in there on a few days (too many if you ask me!). The problem is that they like to nest under the base of the drywall. When I replaced my floor with linoleum, I never placed molding under the wall to make up for the gap. Tada! Good nesting zones! Blech. Since I have puppies in there, I can't fill the gaps with caulk right now so I have been "temporarily" filling them with Elmer's school glue. Yes. I did just say that. I've [luckily] had the good fortune where I can move most of my furniture and get

So many times I have heard women say that rather than roses, they would prefer a plant as it would last longer. I am here to say You do get plants! When someone gives a dozen roses to you, they have just given you 12--count that TWELVE--plants! How is that possible you say with a gasp! Well it's not really that hard to make them into plants. You don't need no fancy root starting compound or abracadabra, you just need water. What's that you say? Water?! That all magic water I did say! Well water and the roses. When you get a rose vase or bouquet from someone for whatever reason, don't throw them out when they start to die! Instead, as they wither, chop off the top of the bud, an inch under it. Take the leaves off to leave about 1/8" of it on stem (it's wherethe new growth comes in) and then stick it in water. Once you've done that, leave it for a week or two and you will see this... Then stick it in dirt. No special di

As I write this, I see this or rather, something of this sort. It's nightime and it's darkened in my room. But you get the picture. No pun intended. That is where I have been. I have mommy brain. I forget that I had this whole deal planned with renewing my blog, posting daily, getting my numbers up. My brain has been on puppy. You know.. like this is your brain on drugs? Only puppy? Yeahhhhhhhh well I found that funny. Could be the lack of sleep. I will literally forget what I'm doing 5 minutes after right now... But I digress. Anyhoo I had this whole plan in motion, and then suddenly Saturday May 14th... pow!! [insert loud explosion sounds] Crowd ooo's and ahhh's... no? Continuing Pause to help puppy back to boob... nipple? teat? Whichever is more appropriate. I have a rule for the runt: no going down below!! He's a boy. So he don't listen. If he goes below, he has tendency to inhale milk and gasp. Which is bad. Whoop..