Ah how FABulous!!! I found these over on Naturally Beautiful Hair blog! How chic and totally appropriate! I SO want one! ah! Check her blog for ordering information! These dolls would make a great addition to my collection of Barbies that I still have in their original boxes!

I’m not much of a planner, but I like to be prepared.  Does that make sense?  Doesn’t matter.  That’s how I am.  Maybe I need to plan somethings but not everything.  Well, now that we are pregnant and have our first baby on the way, I have been trying to plan/prepare for certain things.  But the hard part is that I have never done this before!  And to add to it, everyone does it differently.  And then add to that, every baby is different.  Awesome.  Sounds like I’m planning and preparing for something that you can’t really do either for.  Well, I’m still gonna try.

Right now I am working on budgeting for a baby.  It’s a big deal to me (as I am sure it should be).  But like I said, I have never done this before.  It’s one thing to budget for a wife and a dog.  They are easy.  He wants food and she wants shopping money.  Ok.  Cool.  Here’s what we got.  But to add a baby to that I now I have to figure out diapers and wipes and formula and baby food and trash bags for throwing away all those things and car seats and massive bows (judging from the size of them they have to be pretty expensive) and who knows what else.  And I am pretty sure there have to be other things that I don’t know about.  What about toys and stuffed animals?  Dolls?!  I don’t have a clue how much a Barbie costs!  I bet if I can keep the “little girls have the cutest clothes” thinking to a minimum we might not be completely broke.

But, even with all that, it is funny how priorities change.  Security and safety is higher on my list than it was before.  Of course I want my wife safe, but now it is different.  Cable and internet are not as high as they used to be (but that could be because of the iPhone).  I haven’t had a poker bank roll in forever and that’s not because I lost it all.  But try as I might, I still don’t know what is about to come or really how to handle it.  I am gonna do my best, which won’t be enough, AND trust that God will take care of the rest.  I might not know what I’m about to have to pay for, but I know God does and He will provide for us!  (God, if you could go ahead and email me the budget spreadsheet, that would be great!)

Our dear friend — let’s call her Corporate Barbie — had the most ridonk, legit Anne-Hathaway-in-The-Devil-Wears-Prada job ever. She survived a year and got promoted, and luckily her sense of humor emerged unscathed. Because this here blog is the quickest way to fame — of any kind, really — she penned this little number and asked that we share it with the masses. And I DO mean masses (hi masses! thanks for reading!). As Corporate Barbie explained, “I thought you might enjoy a piece I wrote earlier today.  It is inspired by my life”:

Earlier today I mentioned to some friends that we should go to the movies tonight. I was under the influence of a “Mid-Friday Crisis” (MFC). Allow me to elaborate.

The MFC typically occurs between 11am and 1pm on Fridays after a Thursday night out, although it can happen at anytime. You know you are having an MFC when you look at your clock and think to your self, “Crap, I have to start being more responsible. It’s only 10:59 and I can’t order lunch yet because I just ate an egg sandwich. The day is not even close to over and I have so much to do that I inevitably will not accomplish.”

Once this thought enters your head, ideas such as “staying in on Thursdays” and “going to the movies on Fridays” immediately follow. And you are actually able to think they are good ideas.

Then you order a grilled cheese/chicken parm sandwich, someone mentions a cover band and the clock turns 2:45. The end of the day is in sight. The Black Eyed Peas “I Gotta Feeling” becomes the theme song to the soundtrack of your life and you can already taste the bad decisions and terrible dance moves you will be pairing with Yuengling and whiskey tonight.

It is safe to say that our resilience when faced with an MFC is the direct cause to why we are such messes.

I wish you all fun Fridays. I’ll be at the Whiskey Bar in Hoboken if any of you care to join!

[Posted by Mallory, but written by Corporate Barbie. (Maybe you think Corporate Barbie is meant to be offensive. It's not, don't worry. Corporate Barbie just has a tendency to look exactly like a Barbie in photos.)]

Nunca nos ha acomplejado la estatura. Creo que hablo por boca de las 3 (anuski, yogui y yo) cuando digo que ser bajitas nos enorgullece. Un día hablando con un amigo nos preguntó, ¿cómo siendo tan bajas no usáis tacones? No lo dijo en plan ofensivo sino en plan sorprendido. A lo que le contestamos: “es que no creemos que seamos bajitas, sino estándar”

Anuski y yo no pasamos de 1.55 cm, yogui supongo que no llegará al 1.60 cm .

¿A qué viene todo esto? Pues a que me acabo de acordar de una historieta que le pasó a Anuski no hace tanto.

La cuestión es que Anuski estaba trabajando en un restaurante. Tenían una barra de ladrillo en el que apoyaban los platos, loa cubiertos, la cafetera… en plan mostradorillo. Bueno pues un comensal se levantó y seriamente le preguntó:

“¿hay una escalón hacía abajo detrás de la barra?”

Anuski sin entender nada exclamó: “¿¡Qué!?”

El chico volvió a insistir: “¿qué si donde estas tú el suelo esta a la misma altura que dónde estoy yo?

Anuski con cara de perro y de ser algo evidente le contestó: “Sííííí”

El chico en vez de disculparse siguió preguntando porque no se lo podía creer: “Entonces ¿eres así de bajita?”

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRÑÑÑÑÑÑÑÑÑÑÑÑ NO ES QUE AYER ME DUCHE CON AGUA DEMASIADO CALIENTE, ¡¡NO TE JODE!!

Ese chico es lo que denominaría Anuski “una desgracia humana” ¿no creéis?

Vale que no nos acompleje y que seamos nosotras las primeras en reirnos, pero de ahí a que un desconocido venga y te pregunte si eres así de bajita….. hombre…. hombre… Yo el día que nos lo contaba Ana no podía parar de reírme, pero me lo hacen a mí y en ese momento me habría enfadado. Somos bajitas pero a nosotras nos gusta más decir que somos manejables. Hay chicas que parecen Barbies y nosotras parecemos “barriguitas”, tan pequeñitas y tan rebotudillas, muchísimo mas graciosas ¿no?

(el que no se consuela es porque no quiere)

So, when browsing events in Athens to blog about, I came across an art opening that sounded particularly interesting — the work of Jade Downer, a 22-year old Family Studies major at Ohio University who has started experimenting with manipulating polaroids and and playing with dolls. Well, playing with dolls in a way that requires cutting off their heads and gluing weapons to their little plastic hands.

The exhibit, which I think is technically unnamed, is up at The Union right now and is at least worth a glance in-between a game of billiards or a break between sets at a show upstairs. All of the art is in the back of the place by the pool tables. On the left side, you see her collection of little misfit toys called “Ugly Dolls for Ugly Girls.” And, for some reason, a Pee-Wee Herman doll suspended from the ceiling, holding a smaller version of himself. On the other side lies Downer’s pretty formidable collection of polaroids, some more interesting than others. One side was comprised of a collage of some pretty straightforward pictures of friends partying in the vein of what would probably be a great advertising strategy for Urban Outfitters. But then a bit further down the wall hang these:

The ones that caught my eye the most were pictures of naked women with pig heads on, as well as some of a boy in a tub with a plastic case for KFC, biscuits circling the bathwater. That part was kind of strange. I don’t have a good picture of it, so you all will have to take a look-see for yourselves. Here’s some other pictures I managed to take at the bar last night, although be warned that they’re not that great. It was hard to shoot in a bar when my friends were getting all up in my biz with their pool sticks.

I have a feeling that Pee-Wee Herman is in this exhibition because he’s kind of a creepy dude. As we all know, he’s gotten into a bit of trouble with children, and the juxtaposition of this figure with all of these demented dolls makes the concept even creepier.

In this picture, these naked dolls are holding weapons and have some pubic hair drawn on. If I had to guess what this exhibit is trying to say, I’d guess that it’s all about how beauty is perceived by woman from a very young age. She severed off all of these doll heads, put them back onto other dolls’ bodies, and has created dioramas of them decapitating each other. Oh, and for some reason there’s some raccoon bones hanging in there. For what reason, I’m not sure.

Sorry if this description of the exhibit is a mess, I’m kind of tired today and have a lot of things on my mind. But next time you’re out for a drink, wander by the union and take a gander at some of the most demented dolls you’ll ever see.

Gesucht: „Mädchen und Frauen, Damen und Zicken, Diven und Schrullen, Barbies, Tomboys und Mauerblümchen, Enkelinnen und Töchter, Mütter und Großmütter.” Wofür? Das erfährt man auf drüben auf Die Neustadt.

She didn’t sleep that Christmas Eve. She was too excited. Too excited about the bundle of presents she had just opened hours before.

Would Santa come? Would she finally get to meet that mysterious hunk of Christmas kindness?

No. Probably not. But that small sliver of hope was enough to keep her half awake throughout the night.

Her tummy fluttered with anticipation and desire. Her mind swarmed with visions of Barbie and Ken and their dream house’s interior design. She had big plans. Big plans and big dreams.

Her dreams became a reality when she awoke fully the next morning to a Barbie Talking Townhouse beside her bed. The genuine happiness she felt in her heart took her breath away, and the only reaction she had was to run with the box down the stairs, thank her parents, and spend hours upon hours playing.
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Genuine, childlike excitement: an experience I’ve felt nostalgic about for the past week.

The closest I get to this experience is at night, when I just can’t wait until I wake up the next morning. My tasty bowl of cereal at breakfast is the Barbie
Talking Townhouse of today.

I know, sad. But hey… at least it’s something that puts a smile on my face, as fleeting as it may be.

Wednesday’s breakfast put my taste buds in a flavor coma. This bowl consisted of new cereal, recommended by my dear Neela. I had 1/3 c. of Seitenbacher’s gluten free muesli with 1/2 an Iced Gingerbread Clif bar mixed into 3/4 c. Stonyfield plain yogurt, blackberries, sunflower seeds, soy nuts, and topped off with a dollop of almond butter.

What followed the next morning (AKA today), also had my buds going mad. As a nod to heart healthy hot cereals, I made chai tea pumpkin oats: 1/2 c. oat bran cooked in chai tea and vanilla soy milk and 1/2 c. canned pumpkin topped with 1/2 Iced Gingerbread Clif bar, pumpkin seeds, an apple, pumpkin pie spice, cinnamon, and stevia.

I also treated my mother to another bowl of warm goodness this morning: Her treat consisted of 1 packet of oatmeal cooked in vanilla soy milk, vanilla extract, cinnamon, and honey topped with 1/2 an apple pie Larabar, 1/2 a fresh banana and blackberries.

I’m always delighted to cheer up mother’s mornings. She works overtime as a homemaker to feed and take care of her family (absent husband, handicapped son, 84 year old mother, and anorexic daughter) so she deserves to take a rest. She deserves to be taken care of. My poor mommy never stops

At times I feel guilty about being another burden in her already onerous life, although she tells me this isn’t true. Still, it makes me proud when I can take a load off of her, which is why I took care of our lunch yesterday: I made us tofu marinated in soy and worcestershire sauce with grilled pecans topped asparagus and 2 slices of Ezekiel bread with roasted red pepper hummus on the side.

I was finally well enough to go to ballet yesterday, which was a relief. Mother went and watched me for demonstration week which made the class even more riveting than usual since I had someone to impress, haha.

After I impressed mom, mom turned around and impressed me with an entrée I am embarrassed to say I had never tried before: Eggplant Parmesan (though I am not sure if I can call it that for it contained no parmesan)

Cheesy Eggplant:

Serves 3

Ingredients: 1 eggplant, spices (salt, oregano, and garlic), 3/4 c. mozzarella cheese, and 3/4 c. Amy’s tomato basil pasta sauce

Directions: Preheat oven on broil and line a baking pan.

Cut the egg plant in 9 slices and season it with the spices to taste, placing them in the baking pan.

Broil the egg plant slices for 5 minutes on each side, taking the pan out of the oven when finished and preheating it to 400 degrees F.

Equally top the eggplant slices with the pasta sauce, sprinkle on the mozzarella cheese and bake the eggplant for 15 minutes.

Take out, give 3 slices to each person (or eat it all?) and enjoy!

Alright, lovies. I’m going to call it a night, take advantage that my Papi is home and spend some quality time with him. It really affects me that he is never home… I wish his job didn’t take such a toll on our relationship. I want my daddy home. I need him here for me! But, hey…it isn’t all about me now is it? :/

Goodnight! Wake up positive tomorrow and enjoy your Fridays!

Não é a toa que as “Barbies” são tão cobiçadas…

It is sexy being like a super hero… Much more about it you can check at TOXICOMICS. What is more the Spicy Girls are coming…

Barbie's video for Elle Bandita's '& Zombies' from the album "Queen Of Fools" (PIAS 2009) Director: Richard Raaphorst (www.richardraaphorst.com) www.ellebandita.com www.myspace.com / ellebandita

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pjFBGmwHM3g&hl=en

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Eu iria fazer o post hoje sobre namoro. Mas como blog é algo muito interativo, vou pedir licença a vocês hoje para compartilhar algo que vi e ouvi, algo que para minha pessoa significou ver de fato a onde chega a degreadação humana e do meio gls.

As coisas ruins devem ser comentadas para que sirvam de lição. Para ajudar e é isso que nós aqui, eu e vocês tentamos fazer dia-a-dia, contribuir para a evolução do ser humano. Tirar dúvidas e mostrar caminhos a não serem seguidos.

Bem, hoje fui correr na praia, na volta quando passava junto ao mar naquela parte aqui de Ipanema que tem a praia gls, ouvi alguém me chamando, eu pensei putz, quem deve ser? Já que não sou uma pessoa conhecida no meio.

Na quarta vez, resolvi olhar para trás e era um amigo de um amigo meu hetero. O leke tem uns 18 para 19 anos. Ele desceu e veio até próximo a água e falou comigo.

- E ai?

Eu respodi blz. Já meio sem graça.

Perguntei o que ele estava fazendo na Praia da Farme, ele falou (leiam essa frase tosca).

- Ah, eu venho para aqui. Eu não pago nada. Eles que pagam para mim!

Disse ele como se isso fosse a coisa mais espetacular do mundo. Confesso a vocês, que eu fiquei estarecido.

Já tinham meses que não via esse leke, eu e meu amigo hetero acabamos nos afastando dele, porque começamos a ver que ele era extremamente futil, e não valorizava o ser humano.Ele mudou até no visual, um leke bonito com jeito de homem, está virando uma coisa que nem sei descrever, com aquele visual playmobil, sem identidade própria.

Pior seria as frases seguintes.

- Eu vou a boate gls, não pago nada.

Dizia ele se gabando.

- Eu os tenho nas mãos, o que eles querem é o meu corpinho. Me dão tudo que peço.

Ai eu pergunto a vocês leitores. Até onde vai a degradação humana? Você se torna gay para ser isso “um puto”, prostituto? Usar as pessoas e ter como base de vida o sexo, e a troca de favores da pior forma possível é algo triste.

O pior disso tudo é que boa parte do meio pensa assim. E a parte paga por isso, temos nossa imagem sujada, deixamos de nos assumir por medo de sermos rotulados, por esse lixo que escorre pelo nosso meio.

Então é isso que tinha para contar para vocês.

Deixo vocês com o Rappa, “Mundo Invisível”.

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However, Barbie dolls are so popular that they are also done on TV shows, movies, and celebrities. Collectors find them attractive, and appreciate the value of this popular Barbie dolls often. In examining collectible Barbies, maybe this is the kind of Barbie doll collectors who come to do the first spirit.

There are many elements in the collection of Barbie dolls, so it is important that your firstand especially considering how well you like a particular Barbie. For most collectors of fun in the possession and enjoyment of a special Barbie is, and if it happens too valuable for the better.

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Wow.  God is really birthing more in me than just a baby right now.  Just as this tot is growing by the day, I really feel that God is working some really cool things inside me.  Oh how I wish I could disclose all that incredible stuff right now, but, quite frankly, I haven’t the energy.  Not today.  Yes, it takes more energy to share from the deepest parts of me than it does to show you pictures like this.

Anna loves to role play with her Barbies and their horses.  Of course, it IS her game, and she tells me exactly what my Barbie character should say when I play with her.  Her storyline began to concern me when she suggested that the Barbies pretend their parents were dead.

“Uh, Anna, I don’t like that story.  We’re not playing that,” I told her.

“Well, then.  Their parents are invisible,” she compromised.

I wasn’t certain where this thought pattern was coming from, but I ceded and let her live in Annaville.

We continued to play when I noticed she had gotten creative with the scissors again.  Notice the horse’s mane.  Or lack of mane.

Then, I saw noticed where she had cut one of the Barbie’s bangs.  This just settled the age old question within me of “should I cut bangs or not?” 

Um, not.

To be honest, I don’t LOVE playing Barbies.  Especially, when my Barbie never says the “right things.”  My four year old reminds me it is her game, and subsequently tells me everysingleword to say. 

But, I play anyway. 

I’m hoping that if I play with her now, she’ll come to me later. 

I have to deposit, deposit, deposit into my children.  I’m sure to make a withdrawal down the road and have to say “I was wrong.”  So, I need to invest as much as I can.

So, I become a safe place for her.

To come to me for anything.

And, with anything.

Know what I mean?

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go talk to my invisible parents.

This is an old story for my close friends. I’ve been saying this for ages but most of the time I end up being humiliated by them. Now when I’m going to say it again, I can sense what’s coming my way. But after seeing a couple of hilarious video clips of a certain candidate running for the Southern Provincial Council, I felt I’ve got to say it again. I wouldn’t mind a few stones thrown at me.

Sri Lankans, including myself, have been both stupid and wrong more often than not in their decision making when it comes to national matters. In my opinion, that’s because they let their hearts overrule their brains most of the time.

Our political leaders know it pretty well and that’s why they always bring up sensitive subjects like race, religion, patriotism and ethnicity during election times. This is the easiest way to hide their failures in all other critical fronts, like economy, health, education, social matters, international relations, and trade… almost everything else. Have you ever heard our leaders talk about these things during election times?

Our stupidity and incorrectness in decision making is quite evident in recently concluded Provincial Council elections. Just look at the preferential votes list and see who has topped. Ex-beauty queens, bookies, thugs, drug dealers, well known rapists, actors, jokers… and all sorts of crap characters. What happened to those intellectuals, professionals, people who declared their assets and people who adhered to election rules?

We are so stupid to have patriotism mixed up with sarong, beard and belly. So when these patriots put forward imported Barbies to contest elections we accept them without any question. We don’t understand that it’s a slap on our faces and a punch on our heads. Ideally, we should have rejected not only these Barbies and men who demolished billions of public funds, but also the people who put them into the contention. But in the name of patriotism, we grab any piece of shit our leaders throw at us with both hands, because that’s what our hearts tell us to do. If you are not sure about what I say, just wait for the election results.

Indi once wrote in his blog that “…Americans are often wrong, but they are not stupid… …They were wrong for eight years, and now they’re right again, and that’s what being smart is. Not being right all the time, but righting yourself…” Sad thing about us is we are both stupid and wrong. Yes, you and me. And we don’t know it. We’ve got brains but we’ve got our hearts overruling them. So the saga continues.

PS: The funny thing is, people who humiliated me when I first said this few years back have either left the country for good or planning to do so!

Barbie and Ken dolls from the collection of Barbie aficionado Billy Boy wear outfits designed by Jean-Paul Gaultier, stylist Alexandre, Christian Dior, Paco Rabanne, Yves Saint Laurent. January 20, 1985

Los Killer Barbies es una banda practicamente desconocida aqui en Mexico, pero en España son bastante populares y reconocidos.

Formados en Vigo (nada quer ver con Viggo Mortensen, el famoso Aragon de las movies del Señor de los Anillos) por la cachonda Silvia Superstar en los berridos y pujidos y un tal Billy, en la bateria, se hicieron sitio en el medio gracias a las suculentas carnes de la gritante retro-punk-glam-rock (aunque son mas poperos de la chingada)

Empero, aqui nadie los pela, asi que les vamos a mostrar lo mejor de la banda….claro, nos referinos a la Silvia Super(porno)star. De nada.

Por si quieren ver a la ricota moviendose, pueden llegarle a estos videitos:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QIMht3iZ-rM

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wYYyr9g6Sxs&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NSu_BqwFk6c&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-omC2FxMF-w&feature=related

Aqui temos uma bela montagem da barbie com vários modelos para um casamento, para uma festa, para o dia-a-dia, para as ferias, para ir às compras e para passear.Sao todas lindas, não acham?

So here we have five boys, three of them have long hair, one has a buzz cut and the other has your standard I’m-a-guy hair cut.  They are all dressed in jean cut offs and a t shirt, and they are all covered in mud up to their knees and from wrist to finger tip.  Except one of them is a girl.  She has Barbies under her bed and she plays with them sometimes… but she has legos there too, and she plays with them more often.  She has female friends who are interested in boys and who wear make up and training bras.  But she isn’t interested in boys, except to argue with them about where they think the fort should be built.  The only make up she owns is LipSmackers Chapstick that she gets for Christmas every year and as for training bras, she knows that one day it’s possible that she’ll need to wear a bra, but right now she doesn’t see why she should wear a second shirt under her shirt.

Suddenly there is a piercing whistle and the group looks up from where they are huddled around a hole.  You still can’t really tell which one is the girl, because she looks just like her brother, but you could geuss by process of elimination.  Of all the boys with long hair hers is the least frizzie (this is not saying much).  It is dinner time and they abandon their shovels and the hole and they each go off to dinner.

And right now theses are her best friends.  She plays War with them and climbs trees.  She helps build the forts that fill the woods that they spend their time in.  She joins the Monopoly Tournaments and plays Mortal Kombat and Sonic the Hedgehog with them.

But one day this girl will learn to shave her legs.  She’ll get her period and start wearing a bra.  One day a friend will teach her how to put on make up and she’ll draw the line at curling her eyelashes.  She’ll wear dresses and skirts and high heels and she’ll have female best friends.  And this is important.

It’s easy to have a guy friend.  A guy friend is basically someone that didn’t pass the do I want to be naked wtih this person test.  It’s not a matter of looks, or of personality, it’s just that at some point along the weeding out process you looked at him and you thought he’s a great guy fun to hang out with, but I don’t really want to do the horizontal mambo with him.

Girl friends are different.  Girl friends actually have to get you.  A guy is never expected to understand you.  It’s probably not a possible thing, but girl friends need to.  They need to know why you’re doing this instead of that and even if they’d do it differently they have to enjoy the way you do it.  It’s an odd distinction, but the fact is that it’s hard to find people who are willing to try to get you.

Guys you meet through the usual exploratory processes of dating.  Girls you meet by accident.  Maybe you work with them, or go to school with them, but you need to spend a lot of time with them.  Guys you can hang out with once and you’re friends.  But to get that understanding that’s needed to be friends with a girl you have to take your time.  I suck at this.

Both of my best female friends have at one point or another said, “You’d make a great boyfriend.”  If I was a lesbian, or had a penis, this would probablie be a compliment, as is, it is a testament to the way I learned to make friends.

1.  Be Honest… reallie painfullie terriblie honest.

And that’s it.  If you like their shoes, say it.  If you think they’re adorable, say it.  None of this mucking about with what you really mean by things.  I have very few filters.  Things enter my head and come out as words.  When you like people this is good.  You give them compliments and you tell them anything.  If you don’t like someone, this makes you a bitch.  (I have overcome a lot of bitchiness by sticking to the simple rule that if you haven’t anything nice to say, shut the hell up.)

And I don’t know, but I’d geuss the reason that they say it, is because I get them.  And guys don’t get girls, not really.  O they’ll get experience in dealing with them.  They’ll learn the proper steps for dealing with certain situations, but it’s the difference between learning to do math by rote, and being a mathematician.  And that’s the reason it’s important to have girl friends.

Because even if they are too small to give you proper cuddles it’s nice to know that as silly as some of the things you do are, that there are people out there who understand, really understand.  And even better, they like you for doing the things you do.  And I’m not saying that you won’t annoy them.  That you’ll never upset them, or make them angry, but the thing is they’ll understand that this is who you are.

This morning was quite the rat race in the Myers home. I am trying to get the girls back on their bedtime schedules because it starts up next week.  Rebekah is pushing the limit because she is in the 7th grade and thinks she is 16. She wants to start wearing a little eye shadow and lip gloss.  She has to shave her legs daily and takes 30 minutes showers…Rachel on the other hand is entering the 2nd grade and she don’t want to take showers  but baths so she can play with her barbies for an hour and wash for the remainder of 5 minutes when I give her the times up warning.  So the first night FAILED on with the  bedtime routine…no one was mad, upset or even cried once because  I tried to put a little more responsibility on them both and so it took us until 11:15 for sleep time! So new routine tonight (no wait tonight’s my tastefully simple party so Tuesday I will start lol). Yesterday was a hard day at church and so going into the evening I was a little drained because  I had come off a great week.   It was full of God encounters!  I mean I would open my bible or hear a song, or be silent in the car and God would speak to my soul.  I think this week I am finding myself in a new place. I am seeing things more clearly and I am trusting God in the middle of it all. I laugh at satan because no matter what he tries HE WONT WIN…NEVER! I mean he may set me back a bit, or knock me down, and even throw a few punches but overcome  me…HECK NO! Yesterday the UNBOUND girls met and I love our meetings because we usually spend the first hour or so just saying where we need prayer, and the struggles we are individually facing. We encourage one another and cry with one another and reach out to each other. I am so encouraged by these ladies and their passion and support of my leadership…it humbles me.  I seek God daily (honestly all day) through little sentence prayers that simply say “Dear God show me” I truly mean that. I know that this passion is real because I know WHO put it within our hearts. He formed the friendships years ago and allowed our paths to cross right when this needed to take off. We are new, but we love Jesus and we want to be used to make Jesus famous! I am just waiting daily for that email (focusstudentministry@hotmail.com) or that phone call 704 689-5221 that says I believe in this ministry and I want to help.  I have had so many connections made just in this past year and it blows my mind how God does it! I am so sick of religion so sick of the bondage that people are blinded by. I had the scales torn from my eyes and I no longer see denominations, rules or even the constant failing to measure up. I see JESUS! Matthew 5:8 I want to see Jesus and nothing else. I say all the time that I don’t want to see past the cross because the cross keeps me on my face, it keeps me humble, it pushes me to surrender, causes me to show grace and it enables me to change the world! Today God is my strength and I know that no matter what is thrown my way nothing is impossible for MY God:)

Getting lost in Him….

Holly

Matthew 5:8  8Blessed are the pure in heart,
      for they will see God.

Matthew 19:26 Jesus looked at them and said, “With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.”

A shadowy menace oozed through the city on a hungry trek for vengeance. Debris cascaded down in frenzied patterns, masking the shrill screams echoing across the waste. They pleaded for rescue, for mercy, for answers. The only response resonated through menacing rumbles of the citys implosion. Where was their savior? What had they done to deserve such cruel injustice?

“MOMMY! JACK BROKE MY BARBIES!”

In an instant, warm light surrounded the battered patrons, caressing their broken spirits. Had their prayers been answered? “Jack! Leave your sisters toys alone!”

“Awww, mom!”

“Don’t argue.”

The erroneous destroyer was defeated! They were saved!

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I use an app called iStop Writers Block to come up with the prompts for my 100 word challenges. The “challenge” subsection generates random things to have happen, words to use, concepts to deploy, etc. Today’s was “Destroy a city in 3 sentences.” Just for fun, here is what I originally had. I still feel exceptionally rusty, but I think it’s getting there.. slowly:

Debris cascaded down in frenzied patterns, destroying all in its wake. Low, menacing rumbles erupted with each tremor as the city began to implode upon itself. Shrill screams echoed across the city, pleading for rescue, for answers, for mercy. The shadowy menace trekked slowly through, accounting for no survivors, on the hungry trek for vengeance.

Their hero arrived!