Showing posts with label Mama Kat's. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mama Kat's. Show all posts

Monday, November 5, 2012

I Could Have Just Died (Most Embarrassing Moment)

I haven't done a writing prompt from Mama Kat's Workshop, so when I saw that one of the prompts was to tell an embarrassing story I thought I just had to share. Hopefully, this will lift your day as it usually seems to get a good chuckle out of my friends and family.

Mama’s Losin’ It

I don't usually embarrass easily, I contribute it to the fact that I am silly and usually like to do weird things. I have also stated that I like to be completely honest with people. There is a kind of freedom that comes with transparency.

The day seemed like any other. We had gone to my mother in laws house to pick up Abbie, she was only a couple years old at the time. Any trip to my mother in laws house is not a quick one, and usually I don't mind it. I went and sat on her front porch to "catch some fresh air", which was my code for smoking a cigarette. (I am so glad that I am finally free from that addiction.) As I sat there I noticed how beautiful it was outside. The sun was shining but not too brightly that it would blind me, the light breeze swept through the trees, and even the birds seemed to be chirping a little louder. It was a perfect day. Suddenly I felt the sharp pain of a gas bubble in my stomach. Since I was outside all alone I was free to fart. So I leaned slightly to the right to relieve my discomfort. Suddenly, I realized that it was not just a regular fart. I quickly clinched my cheeks in hope to prevent a disaster. I hopped up and wobbled quickly into my mother in laws bathroom. As I slammed the bathroom door, I heard my mother in law begin to say, "What's going on? Are you ok Faith? Alvin go check on your wife." I was mortified. My husband came to the bathroom door and asked what happened. I couldn't tell him because I knew that he would start cracking up and would end up blowing my cover. "Get Abbie in the car, Now! We have to go," I shouted from inside the bathroom.  "Faith, what happened? What's wrong?", Alvin replied. "Get her in the car NOW! We have to go!", I replied back becoming more frustrated than embarrassed.
Alvin got her in the car and let me know that we could leave. I asked him to tell me when the coast was clear but with all the action, his mother and his brothers stood in the hallway curious. I walked straight out of the bathroom and into the car without a single word to them.  Alvin began to ask what was happening but I could feel more trouble on its way, so I told him to slam on the gas and go. After we made it home I told Alvin and he cracked up. He thought it was hilarious that I had pooped on myself at his moms house. It took years for me to trust my farts and even to today I still can not fart in anywhere near my mother in law.

This would have had to be the most embarrassing thing that happened to me... Even more embarrassing than going to a crushes pool party and accidentally leaving my underwear, granny panties none-the-less, there.

I hope you all enjoyed this little break from the stresses of today. I am so glad that I am finally at a point that I can look back and laugh.

God Bless,
Faith

Comment on an embarrassing moment that you might have had... I love it when you all comment and reply. 

Thursday, July 26, 2012

The dreams of a child


Dreams come in so many different shapes and sizes. A couple years ago my daughter Abigaile created a dream of her own, a dream to be a big sister. She was four years old and she was ready to be a big sister. We had tried to explain to her that we might not be able to since I had a lot of health issues at the time and because we had been trying for a few years.


Dreams move us to believe when others don't. As we were walking through Walmart, a little onsie had caught her eye. She asked if we could purchase it. I told her that we couldn't afford to purchase it, especially because there would be no little body to fill it. She reached into her little pocket and pulled up a few wrinkled bills, change, candy wrappers, and lint. She looked at me again and said, "Can I buy it for my little brother or sister? I will give my money. That day she bought a onesie. We took it home, folded it up, and put it in a frame. I wrote the words, "Our dream" on the glass and wrote the story down in a note on the back. That was November 2009. One year later, we proudly told Abigaile that her dream was coming true. She was overcome with joy. Last August, she became a proud and loving sister of a little sister.



Abigaile had a dream and she didn't let anyone discourage it. 

There is another person who's dream has had a huge impact on my family. I am so thankful for Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. and all those who believed and strived to make his dream possible. His dream has made it possible for a young black man named Alvin and a young white girl name Faith to meet, fall in love, get married, and have two beautiful daughters. He did not let naysayers change his dream or his belief in his dream. Though his dream has come a long way, I think it has not yet been fulfilled. I believe in his dream and look forward to it progressing more and more.




Dreams are extremely important. They move us forward and give us the hope that things can change and become better.

This was based on a prompt from MamaKat. I love her prompts. If you aren't doing prompts, I suggest you try. They help bring you out of your comfort zone and grow. 



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Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Vlog Challenge: Fashion Advice and Favorite YouTube Site



All about the modesty look. I don't like having all my junk hanging out. Also, trying to help out my fellow brothers, by not leading them to stumble or sin. 
I hate feeling like I need to cover the hubby's eyes when females are dressed provocatively. Many men struggle with lust and we aren't doing them any favors by dressing that way. We can still dress to look cute or sexy, for our spouse, without showing it all. 


Mama Kat is my favorite Youtuber and one of my favorite bloggers. I love so many blogs but I enjoy the participation aspect on her site. The writing prompts are always fun and challenging. 

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

I Have Been Betrayed

On Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop, there are many writing prompts that are listed each day. One that really spoke to me was as follows: Write a poem that about a time you felt betrayed.

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Merriam Webster Dictionary defines "betray" as 
to lead astray; especially : seduce
 to deliver to an enemy by treachery
 to fail or desert especially in time of need

Although it may sound a little crazy I feel that I have betrayed myself for several years, through my lack of action towards improving my health and taking control of my weight issue. I lead myself astray by ignoring the issue and by providing junk food. I delivered myself into the devils arms through believing and repeating his lies and by giving into temptations. I also deserted the younger version of myself, when I began to use food as a way to comfort myself. There were plenty of times that I could have taken the time and effort to discover what part of me was hurting and calling out for help through the use of food. I am hoping and praying that I can turn this around. I want to claim the victory God has for me. Not necessarily the victory of weight loss but in improving my self-control and by making healthy decisions for my family and myself. 



Imprisoned
How could witness my imprisonment? 
I have been a prisoner of your choices for years. 
How could you sit and believe the lies?
The lies that are written inside of the mirrors. 

I called out, called out to be saved.
But instead you choose the foods you craved.

I was hurting and you would only ignore. 
How did you not see the pain I tried to hide?
The pain I bandaged with food and junk.
And now here I am, imprisoned deep inside. 

There I screamed, my voice upraised,
But you just choose your lazy ways. 



Today I checked out a book, from the library, called "Body Clutter: Love your body, love yourself." It is written by the FlyLady. She has some great questions listed for the missions. 

First days questions:
Look back for your first memory of comfort food. Is it a certain food or any food?

Popcorn and Ice-cream were my go to foods. I would sit in front of the television and eat them. 

What is your favorite food when you need comforting?

Popcorn and sometimes Ice-cream. 

Now, can you look back in your past to figure out why you love it so much? 

When I was stressed or bored it was a quick fix. I felt like I could find what I needed at the bottom of the container and I would search and search. 

Write down your first memory of using food to comfort yourself and what was happening to you and how you felt at the time. 

I don't remember my first memory of using those foods but I do remember feeling lonely. These were the times my depression first began to flair up. I felt fat, even though at the time I was not at all overweight. I gained almost a hundred pounds in one year. I felt this pulling or this drive to eat. 


I think I still need to dig deeper and see why that sadness was there. I am excited to see what will come of this new kick. I fear that it won't last but I need to give myself a break. I can't set myself up for defeat before it is necessary. Even if I don't end up sticking to it.. eating better for a day or two is better than not at all. Recently, I began WW and exercising more more than ever before. 



Do you feel like you have betrayed yourself in any area? What is your comfort food? 


Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Best of times, worst of times...

So today's writing prompt included a challenge to do a vlog, a video blog. 



The question was "How long have you been married, and which years were the best and hardest?"






This Prompt was sponsored by:



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Wednesday, June 27, 2012

The 6 best things about being an adult




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Since I was up anyway, I decided to write a prompt from Mama Kat's writer's workshop..

The 6 best things about being an adult...


1. Not having to wait and eat all my dinner before eating my dessert. I once sat with my daughter at the table for dinner and I began to eat my dessert. She told me that I was supposed to wait until after I finished all my food. I said, "No dear, You have to eat dinner first. I did my time." She continued to tell me how unfair life was so I told her, "It ends up fair in the end. When you are grown up and a mommy you can eat dessert while your kids eat their dinners." She was pleased with my explanation. 


I had told a friend of mine and she thought it was unfair of me to do this... I had to remind her of all the times the kids eat the lollipops, ice-cream, and other treats while we are left watching them. 




2. Messy room... While I try to keep the living room straightened, I say try because it seems to be impossible at times, I don't have to keep my room clean. I know my hubby would appreciate it so I am going to work on it, but my mommy and daddy are not going to come over and look at my room. If I have the rest of the house looking decent they don't even know the jungle that is my room. I have stacks of papers and "stuff" on the dressers that are like trees, I have a river of clothes stretching from one door to the next, and I have hills of crumpled blankets and sheets on the bed. Occasionally, I have two little monkeys swinging from my husband to me as we lay like rocks refusing to believe that it is 9am on a Saturday. 




3. Ok, so we are all adults on here... well at least I am. Thus the choice of this blog post. One thing I think it best about being an adult is sex. There I said it.... I am married and God created it to be something awesome between a husband and wife. I do find it funny that it is faux paux for  a wife and a mother to talk about sex publicly, while at the same time it is all over tv, magazines, and other sources of media. I just know that someone might become angry or think this is inappropriate but I think it so extremely appropriate. In a marriage sex is fun, relaxing, and builds intamacy... well at least for me it is. 

Lol... anyone remember this? 


4. Choices... As an adult I can make choices that I couldn't as a child. I can say no to an adult. I can decide to not play with someone who is mean or doesn't share. I can choose what to study, if I want to study. I can also choose to spend my money on toys instead of saving. Some choices might be better for me than others but I am the one making them. 




5. As an adult our bodies are still changing. We begin to get aches and pains from what seem like random things. We also get hormone rushes... but I am so so thankful that the hormonal changes and rushes of the teens is over. At least now I am able to recognize them as what they are. I don't know who had the bright idea to shove all the hormonal children together in classrooms, that is just a recipe for disaster. I know some very brave men and women who would not want to be anywhere near a  junior high or high school. Those were some of the most confusing and frustrating times of my life... there was way too much drama and I wasn't confident enough in myself to just ignore or stop talking to people. It don't want it to sound like I didn't like anyone and didn't have fun but at that time I had the emotions of a child, the hormones of a teen, and the body of an adult. Puberty sucks. Too bad it wasn't like in HSM... breaking out in song and dance would have at least been more entertaining. 




6. Having children. When I had my older daughter I was not an adult. According to the law I was but in maturity I was nowhere close. I was truly blessed that God helped me through and helped me to mature and become the woman I am today. I enjoy being a mother so much more now, as an adult, then I did then. I don't have as much anxiety about "screwing her up" as I did then. I am so blessed by my two beautiful daughters.

What are your favorite things about being an adult? 




Thursday, June 21, 2012

You know you’re a Mom when…

Mama Kat's weekly writing prompt exercise...


I woke up in the middle of the night with the baby screaming. I couldn't figure out what was wrong with her. When I went to pick her up I realized that she was drenched in sweat. I stumbled around for the light switch so I could see better. Why was she sweating so much? Is she sick? I was obviously still half asleep because it took me a minute to realize that I was dripping with sweat also. Yup, the A/C is still broken. I had hoped that they had fixed it but that is clearly not the case. I ran around the house trying to find things to cool her down. Now that she is back asleep I can't fall asleep. Boo!! 


Well at least this gives me time to catch up on my blog. I know how you all just can't go on with your day until you are blessed with my writing (Sarcasm)... lol. 


You know you're a Mom when... 

  • You get songs from Nick Jr. stuck in your head... "It's time to eat.. yeah.. yummy yummy.. time to eat... yeah.. in my tummy"- Yo Gabba Gabba
  • You use baby talk intermittently when talking to adults. "Then I had to go make her a baabaa." 
  • You start calling your mom and dad, grandma and grandpa, even without the kids around. 
  • You don't even realize the stains and hand prints on your clothing. 
  • You think sleeping until 9am is sleeping in.
  • You can't hold a conversation without bringing up your children. 
  • You are listening out for little foot steps and crying when tying to get your Marvin Gaye on. 
  • The person who is stumbling around, throwing up, and talking gibberish with a bottle in hand isn't your BFF.





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Thursday, June 14, 2012

My Father Always Said...

One of Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop prompts was to share a lesson you learned from your Father that still sticks with you to this day.


As soon as I saw this I knew exactly what to post. My father used to always quote one particular poem. One year he gave me and siblings picture frames that contained the poem. I kept it on my dresser for years reading it repeatedly, and now I have it displayed in my home. 




He told me this combined with one other quote... "Everything's Negotiable." 

His words had a great impact on my life. I learned to expect the most out of myself. I expect the most out of jobs. I expect the most out of people. But I think the biggest example of it's impact is with my daughters. 

I set the bar high for my daughters. I expect them to work hard, to be obedient, and for them to be self-controlled. They have always exceeded my expectations. Of course, if they don't meet the bar I am still proud of them. I think as a society we lower the bar too often. 

He also has helped me out of so many situations. I realize more and more that not "everything is negotiable", but if you treat others with love and respect then many more things are. For example, if a student that turns in all their assignments on time, pays attention in class, and treats the teacher with respect would have an issue turning in an assignment, that student would be given more grace than a student who didn't turn in assignments on time, were distracted in class, and were rude to the teacher. Often it is about communicating your needs and expectations to others. 
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