I’m Not Crazy I Just Stress A Lot

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Stress, we all have it, just some of us don’t know how to cope with it. Raise you hand if you replay over and over in your mind the argument you had with your bestfriend (raises her hand slowly). She was a jerk, you were a jerk, how dare she, what did I do, how can I fix it, she better apologize, friendship terminated….. it all plays over time and again in your mind. Forget the fact it happened 5 hours ago or 5 days ago or a year ago… you stress and worry it into the ground. Your stomach hurts, your heart races, you put on your grouchy pants, you’re distracted…. stress…. yuck. So I ask you, what does your stressed face look like?

Mine apparently is a mix between duck face and puppy dog eyes, scary right? I will be the first to admit that I let things stew inside my girl brain far longer than they should. I take things to heart, I wear said heart on my sleeve. Today is no exception, which is why it should come as no surprise that I found myself at the beginning of a stressed out whirlwind. I am a freelancer, which is sort of a love hate relationship. I love the fact I get to be my own boss, set my own hours, and meet lots and lots of amazing people. The bummer side of things is it’s really hard for me to disengage and sometimes (not very often) I have a client that just rubs me the wrong way. That happened to me today, I went from relaxed and carefree, to attack mode in about 2.3 seconds. Let me tell you I was hot and not in a fun sexy sort of way.

Don’t worry this isn’t where I launch into a rant session about how my client is this or that, to each there own. Poor B she gets to work at home in yoga pants and has a snuggly puppy for a coworker…. no no… nothing like that at all, I really do love my career. This story takes an unusual twist. Incoming stress, resulted in flared emotions, ended with me squashing it. That’s right, I squashed the thought process. Even a year ago I wouldn’t have thought this was possible. I was always a slave to my emotions. If I was angry… I was ANGRY. If I was sad…there weren’t enough tissues in the house. If I was happy… I sparkled like the sun. Every little thing impacted how I felt, until I had my ah hah moment…..

A consistant level of happiness is easily possible when you stop over-thinking and overreacting to everything.

Sure my client really ruffled my duck feathers, but it is what it is. When I felt my blood pressure begin to rise I simply thought to myself, “Nope, it’s not worth it.” Yes I may sound a little crazy talking to myself, but that’s exactly how I handled it. I simply refused to dwell on it and replaced the “growl I will maul your face” reaction with “Oh Chipotle sounds good for lunch” reaction. Here’s my point, you can choose your own thought process. You can either rage/worry/stress/attack/maul someone’s face or you can plan what you will be adding to your burrito bowl. What would you rather think about, delicious yummy heaven in a bowl or some email. I vote for the burrito bowl extra pico. Nommy!

The method I’ve been using to squash my stressing thought process is an easy one. Take a walk with me while I explain. It’s so easy even I can do it, which should tell you something. I call this method the Pretty Pretty Box Process….

  1. Set aside 20 min a day where you can be alone without interruption. (Interruption explained: children, ManFriends, friends, pets, cell phone, Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, Pinterest…. you catch my drift) Put everything away so that it’s just you, yourself, and awesomeness.
  2. For the first 10 min stress your face off. That’s right, have a royal stressfest. Let your mind run rabid through all the junk that happened throughout your day. Really just embrace what rubbed you the wrong way. Write it down if that helps.
  3. For the final 10 min put on your rational cap. If there is something you can’t control (i.e. an idiot coworker or traffic jam) let it go. Those sandtrap stressors (defined as situation you can’t fix, change, or control… stressing about them will only cause you to sink lower and lower)  will do nothing but pull you down. If you can’t fix it, forget it. The tangible stressors (defined as something you can actually yourself come in contact with and fix) decide how to take care of them and do it. You can take care of the mountain on laundry overtaking your bathroom… easy peasy… do the laundry. Take care of what you can and forget the rest.
  4. At the end of the 20 min you are back in your relaxed mojo zone. If anything stressy creeps into your mind during non stress time, push them out of your mind and into your Pretty Pretty Box to worry about later. 20 a day, that’s all the stress time you get. If it’s not that 20 min period, wash it away. Think about a funny joke, dinner, ponies… I don’t care think about anything other than worry and stress.

I went from a chronic stressed out worry wart, to fairly chilled out. It’s still a daily training process. We are incredible creatures able to transform before our own eyes. Make it one day leading a less stressed life and I’m sure you will be hooked. Destress bit by bit, no one wants wrinkles or gray before their time. Smile lovelies, you are do this. What stresses you out the most?

As always until next time…

Keep it Sassy & Classy,

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Dream A Little Dream…

Dream a little dream

Cinderella had them, The Little Mermaid had them, and so did every other princess in the history of princesses. They all, despite their flaws and setbacks, were courageous enough to dream. If a fairytale character made up of pastel colors and damsel in distress syndrome can do it, so can you. I dare you to dream a little dream…

Somewhere between being a little girl playing dress up in our mother’s high heals and being the bill paying adult, a little bit of the magic got lost. The world around us lost some of the wondrous amazement that kept us up as children, wondering about the stars and the creatures that go bump in the night. With the magic drained, we sometimes forget the beauty in a color packed sunset and the faith held within our deepest dreams. Dreams, the little butterflies that fly around our heart lifting us up into a place of hope and faith. A dream is a wish your heart makes….

What does your heart want? Yes the day to day can sometimes serve as a distraction, but underneath all of the ho hum, is the familiar flutter of your dreams. Forget about the bills, the deadlines, and what’s for dinner. For just a moment think about the dreams for your life. What makes your heart go pitter patter in a silly way? What image in your mind brings a lopsided 3 year old smile to your perfectly glossed lips?

Those dreams aren’t just child’s play, they are the building blocks of our future. Dreams serve to navigate us along the waters of happiness and energy. They help to remind us that even in moments of darkness, there is still light shinning from within us. Dreams complete the core of our beings, tied together with morals and substance. We are all at our center, dreamers. Dreamers, go getters, laughers, dancers, hardworkers…. we are all so very unique… but in so many regards we are all the same. We all just want to be happy.

What do your dreams say to you? Do you long for a lake to paint by or a corner office with an assistant named Jeeves? Embrace these dreams and use them as your map. You may not have exactly what your dreams blueprints require, but live your life piecing together that blueprint. It takes one spark, one line, one piece to get started. Don’t bottle your dreams up and put them on a shelf to be forgotten. Open them up and allow them to take form one magical moment at a time. Don’t expect instant gratification, I’m not selling you “Insta-Dream” just add water and stir…..poof dream realization. Enjoy the journey, live your dreams, share your warmth. If you’re willing to open up to your dreams, you dreams will be able to open up to you.

I want to encourage you to keep little notes, sketches, pictures, however your brain works, of your dreams. Maybe you long to own a house with stables, so you use EverNote to compile the perfect horse stables. Perhaps start a collection of recipes for when you open your cafe. Set aside even $1 dollar a day for your dream vacation to Ireland. Every step, every moment, will bring you one step closer to realizing your dreams. You can have whatever your heart desires if you are truly willing to embrace and move towards that dream. Dreams aren’t handed to us with a brightly colored bow, they are embraced and worked towards. The great thing is, when it comes to dreams, the “work” part is half the fun.

I would love to know what some of your dreams are, share in the comments.

As always until next time….

Keep it Sassy & Classy,

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Bonus Blog, Puppy Love

Bonus Blog….perhaps Bloglit, YIPPEE!!!! Because who can resist a chance to talk about all things furbabies.

 

 

Pets Are People Too linkup, hosted by Jade and Oak and Karly Kim, seemed like the perfect opportunity to share a little of my puppy love. When ManFriend and I moved in together I got a “pet by association”, an adorable bundle of fluffy, Guinness. That’s right, it just so happens that this 11 year old powder puff happens to share the name of only the best beer ever created. So undoubtedly. It was love at first sight.

Since I work from home, I get lonely… And pretty dog gone bored. However, I’m lucky to have the most adorable coworker in the entire world. He doesn’t steal my lunch (very often), he keeps me warm on cold winter days (without being a perv) and he makes sure life doesn’t get boring (bark bark bark UPS Guy attack!!!). I’m thankful to have such a fantastic little furbaby to call mine by association.

Ready for the awe moments? Okay… Here we go…. (then I should probably get back to work… Oops)…

Life Lessons brought to you by Guinness

Resting BabySometimes you have to cover your face with an alligator and forget the world for a little bit.

Hard workerWork hard… but take naps, beauty sleep is a must.

PinkReal men wear pink.

 

As always until next time….

Keep it Sassy & Classy,

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If You’re Happy And You Know It

I would like everyone to raise their glasses, mugs, wine glasses, milk cartons, pints, whatever you have to SECOND CHANCES. I stand…. Er… sit before you a woman on a new found mission to make changes to help bring about B 2.0.

Let’s talk about our ATTITUDE people, what type of person are you?

The ho hum thanks for noticing me and the giant black cumulonimbus cloud floating above my head pelting me in the eye with hail and rain.  A.K.A “The Debbie Downer”

OR

The it’s my way or no way, here is the plan, this is how we are going to do things, listen to me… yeah you listen to me. HEY HEY I’m in charge here. Control, control, control AHHHHHH! (Inset hair pulling out here.) A.K.A “The Control Freak”

OR

The Hi my name is…. Oh butterfly… that’s shinny…..I like chocolate….. dinner was yummy….BUNNY bouncy bouncy bouncy…. wait, what was I talking about? A.K.A “The Space Cadet”

OR Last But Not least …. Drum roll please

The what a beautiful sunshiny day, there isn’t a care in the world and everything is going my way. Whatever comes will come and I will continue to roll with the punches. Life is good, sunshine!  A.K.A “The Smiley”

So… which one or ones are you. Me? I’m The Control Freak with a sprinkling of The Debbie Downer and a dash of The Smiley…. Translation…. Not exactly the type of gal I want to be. SO, it’s time for a wee bit of reinventing.

Attitude truly does make all the difference in the world and I am living that right now. I’ve had a bit of a tude / control issue over the past few months and it’s getting me nowhere fast. So I started doing some soul searching, pulling way down deep into my toes. Then it hit me. It doesn’t matter if we are talking about a workout, dating, marriage, dealing with the kiddos, baking a cake or walking Fluffy, your attitude is such a vital determining factor. It is in fact what people remember about you…..think about that for a second.  How does your attitude impact those around you and the things you do?

If you wake up in the morning grouching, grump your entire way to the gym, kick the treadmill because IT made you trip over your own running shoes, snap at the customer service rep leaving the gym who wished you a good day, flipped off the old lady who was driving to slow in the fast lane AND yelled at your Boyfriend for breathing in the same room as you ALL before 8 am… what sort of day are you going to have? What sort of day are you encouraging other people to have?

First of all, you woke up. That is a fantastic start to any morning, I’ve never not woken up in the morning, but I would assume that would be a pretty big drag. So paint on your smile if you have to and get your bootie out in the world all happy like!

Second the gym is a chance to embrace the body you want and reach the goals you’ve set, this is time to fill your head with motivation. There isn’t room for Negative Nancy Talk here. Either pump yourself up with music and words OR recite every digit of pi (3.1415926535), NO MATTER WHAT do not allow yourself to be invaded by negativity. Aint nobody got time fo that….

Third, you tripped over your own feet klutz, you don’t have a broken leg so laugh it off and move on. Do you really think you are the ONLY person to trip on a treadmill? Um no! You’re probably also the only person who noticed. This is not a crisis; don’t allow little things to become the giant elephant in the room. It’s the ole mountain out of a mole hill adage.

Forth don’t allow your words or attitude to bring down anyone else, that poor customer service person didn’t deserve a verbal back hand. Smile be happy and leave a trail of smiles in your wake. How do you want people to remember you? The jerk or the fantastic fabulous awesome person…. It’s your choice.

Same goes for fifth, remember to respect your elders even if they are driving27 mph in the fast lane. Someone that age use to bake you sugar cookies and spoil you rotten, so let the 27 mph thing go. Would you want someone giving the bird to your grandma? Does flipping off that poor woman really “fix” anything? Nope, just makes you look like a creep. Don’t be that gal.

Sixth, last but not least, leave your poor boyfriend alone. Don’t allow him to be part of your war path; don’t ever have a war path. Remember that he chooses to be with you because he loves you, he didn’t sign up to be your doormat. So love him, praise him and show him you love him. If you don’t, I’m sure there are plenty of other ladies out there who would. Now that’s not to sound all cat fight girl on y’all, it’s a simple fact. If you don’t treat people well, they won’t want to be around you.

You are in the ultimate control of your attitude and the way you treat people. Be aware of your words and your body language. The last thing anyone wants to do is push away those they care about or make them feel like itty bitty mice. LEAVE SMILES IN YOUR WAKE, be a light that draws people in. I know for me, when I can make someone smile it makes me feel good as well. It makes me happy… speaking of happy…

Welcome to The Happypaloosa Project… I’m making the commitment to myself to live a more upbeat, encouraging, laid back and exciting life….free of excess worry and constricting over-thinking. Today I choose to take the steps to breathe fresh invigorating happiness into my life.

As always, until next time,

Keep it Sassy & Classy,

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12 Days of Christmas Blogging: Wrapping Paper OCD

I stand before you today with a problem, well others perhaps see it as I problem, I more see it as a delightful pastime. I am without a doubt, to the moon and back, borderline need a support group, obsessed with wrapping paper. Simply put, I can’t get enough of the stuff, and I want to love it and hug it and squeeze it until it’s head pops off. With that said, welcome to my chaos, today we’re talking “Favorite Christmas Traditions”.

Grab your scissors and tape we’re going on an adventure in crazy lady wrapping paper land……please keep your hands and feet inside the crazy train at all times….

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I blame my mom. Okay, okay perhaps blame is a bit harsh. I don’t “blame” her per se, but I contribute my sometimes unheathly wrapping paper needs to my childhood. Somewhere along the Christmas line Mom came to posses an economy size roll of green wrapping paper. The green paper was “decorated” (I use that term loosely) with simply Merry Christmas. My entire childhood I only ever received gifts wrapped in hunter green paper  with rusty golden Merry Christmas on it. Year after year… on and on… same ole paper. Ah! It was enough to drive a kid insane. I bet if you look in one of her storage contains you’ll probably still find enough of that green paper to wrap gifts for all of the good little boys and girls around the world.

Needless to say this little girl grew up and said, “Heck No Boring Wrapping Paper”. That’s where the story begins. A desire to makeup for 17 Christmas’s under the weight of the green wrapping paper of blah. It started out innocently enouh, a roll of sparkly ornament paper here and a roll of pink Christmas ballerina paper there. Soon that wasn’t enough, I was buying 5 or 6 rolls at a time. In fact to this day I can’t pass wrapping paper without feeling a steady pull to give it a nice home in my wrapping paper closet. It needs me, I love it so.

My Precious Paper

Now my wrapping paper obsession is probably at an all time high. I specifically pick out wrapping paper for each person I’m gifting to. Something that say, “Yup this is what I think of you”. Then every gift for that person is wrapped in their specific wrapping paper. Santa even joins in the OCD madness when he stops by our house. Santa, bless his cookie loving heart, is a bit narcissistic. When he leaves gifts at our home he wraps them in wrapping paper adorned with his bright smiling face. That’s right, even Santa uses special Santa wrapping paper. Apparently wrapping paper addiction is contagious. Might want to use a dab of hand-sanitizer when you leave.

My “problem” or extreme love for wrapping paper has become a walking joke for the fam. They’ve been known to wrap with random wrapping paper over my wrapping job, and then wait. Sit back and watch until I notice the oddball under the tree and proceed to have an egg nog induced meltdown. Why oh why would someone throw off that wrapping paper system? I don’t get it. Insert head spinning here. Oh and do they ever laugh a fully bellied Christmas laugh at my wrapping trials and tribulations. It’s all fun and games until someone gets a paper cut.

I do love this time of year filled with twinkle lights, ribbon, and wrapping paper obsessions. This I my favorite holiday tradition, picking out the perfect wrapping paper for everyone. Even if they maybe don’t share the wrapping paper love. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside thinking about it. Sigh, I really love my wrapping paper babies…..kidding…. sort of.

As always, until next time….

Keep it Sassy & Classy,

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12 Days of Christmas Blogging: My Treasure is This Tall and Smells Like Boy

Welcome back lovelies, always wonderful to see your bright shinning faces. This time of year pretty much rocks my socks off. That’s right, rocks them off so you can see my adorable Christmas Tree mani.  The crispness in the air isn’t just cold, it’s hope. Crowded malls aren’t just long lines, but a shopping adventure of epic proportion in order to find the perfect gift. The house always smells like cookies, candles of course, because I can’t bake without causing a fire. Everything is all twinkles, glitter, and beautiful. It’s a time of year when it’s a little bit easier to get in touch with your inner itty bitty (child). That’s what I love most about this time of year, letting that little girl inside of me out to play for awhile, because man she gets cramped in this boring old lady boring adult body.

Today we are talking: Christmas Treasures. My greatest treasure is my little G Man…

Gabriel With Red Nose

He is without question the most genuine person I have ever met. The world changed when I met him and I couldn’t be more blessed that I get to be the one he calls mom. Truth be told I didn’t know love until he was born, I also didn’t know that something could smell pink until he was born. I know that sounds strange, but hey, normal is pretty boring. My life began that night in May, when I looked down at the most perfect creature I’d ever seen.

Now 6 years later I am more in love than I was then. Everyday I’m amazed by seeing the world through G Man’s eyes. He has the purest heart I could ever ask for in myself or anyone else. When he feels, he feels deeply. Those he loves, he guards with the strength of a gentle giant. He’s my hero. He’s my walking comedian. He’s my heart. I know he looks up to me, I’m mom, but what he doesn’t know is that I strive to be like him.

Lessons Learned From A 6 Year Old

  • Sing and sing often. Whatever the song in your heart, share it with the world. Shower, bathroom, dinner, car, playroom, bedroom, Target… anyplace. Share your song  and share it loud It’s okay if you’re off-key, most everyone else is too.
  • Forgive often and quickly. Without question G Man forgives everyone effortlessly. One day I asked him why he chooses to forgive and his response was simply, “Because Mommy, bad stuff happens sometimes, but you just have to say it’s okay.”
  • Never give up, ever. You may fall off your bike 100 times before you learn to ride without training wheels.  You may strike out your first 10 times at bat before your first home run. If at first you don’t succeed, try try again. You won’t know your full potential (does this word make anyone else think of the movie Camp Nowhere?) until you’ve tried anything and everything.
  • Hug, lots of hugs. Do you ever notice that when you get a hug you feel better? A hug sure can go a long way to take the edge of. Try it. I’ve been on the verge of tears and a single hug somehow makes the world a better place.
  • Don’t be afraid to ask. You never know what the answer will be until you simply ask the question. Don’t assume the answer will be no, there are a whole heck of a lot of yes’s out there. You deserve to hear yes, so take a chance, and ask.
  • Play. I don’t care if you are 6, 60, or 600… get your bootie out there and play. Life is boring if you focus on only the day to day tasks. Why not make dinner prep more fun by singing and dancing. Say yes to game night with friends and family. Talk at dinner instead of being glued to your electronic distractions of doom. Life is what you make it, so make it playful.

On G Man’s first Christmas his father gave me this ornament, an innocent little guy holding a heart. It was like it had been carved just for me. A simple piece of art that embodied my exact joy of having G Man in my life. A little boy holding the heart of his momma.

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Truth be told, between you and me of course, I’m a better person today because of him. It’s amazing what you can learn from itty bitties if you simply open yourself up to it.

Who inspires you? I’d love to hear about, please share in the comments. Also if you haven’t joined this, 12 Days of  Blogging Link Up…. do it now. Share in the holiday extravaganza.

Until next time lovelies…

Keep it Sassy & Classy,

B

12 Days of Christmas Blogging: DIY Orange Dream Sugar Scrub

Day three of 12 Days of Christmas Blogging brings us to, DIY Christmas Gifts. I love this one. Raise your hand if you like soft skin. Raise your hand if you like soft skin that smells amazing. Raise your hand if you like to have soft skin that smells good AND you don’t have to pay an arm and a leg for it. I thought so me too.

Forget pricey scrubs, this  DIY sugar scrub is so good you can even eat it. That’s right, this scrub is 100% edible so you aren’t smearing any yucky chemicals on your skin. Do I have your interest? Good keep reading…

I may not be the craftiest person in the world, but I still love the feeling of giving a DIY gift. I know that venturing into stores this time of year is fantastic fun, what with Christmas music and the holiday season people watching, but there is a personal element that is missing. DIY gifts always add a touch of, “Hey you, yah you, you’re worth it.(Winky Face)” (I’m sure that sounds silly, but DIY gifts get me all warm and fuzzy. Here is one of my favorite DIY projects, this is super easy, if I can do it so can you. I promise.

Orange Dream Sugar Scrub

Ingredients:

Zest from 1 orange (two oranges if you want it extra orangy)

1 tsp. vanilla extract, (two tsp. if you want it extra dreamy)

1/4 cup EVOO (Extra virgin olive oil)

1 cup Sugar

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(This can easily be double or tripled for larger batches, I did a single batch for this DIY how to)

Combine all of your ingredients into a mixing bowl and stir until fully combined.

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Once all of your ingredients are combined, put your delicious smelling mix into mason jars or other storage containers. This single batch made three of these containers for me. Add a beautiful bow or wrapping for a little extra pizzazz. You can’t go wrong with ribbon.

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I have made this for a few years now and it’s always a big hit. I’ve used it for both stocking stuffers and bigger gift combined with a  loofa. Spa products are awesome and the Orange Dream Sugar Scrub, won’t disappoint. The entire process took me less than 5 min, so you can make several in no time at all. Perfect for stockings or treats for the ladies in the office. My man friend won’t admit it, but he uses it sometimes as well, but that will have to be our little secret.

Try it out and let me know what you think. Do you have a favorite sugar scrub recipe? Thank you so much for sharing in Day 3 with me, I’m loving this Christmas adventure. Tomorrow we talk, Christmas music. If you are are 90’s kid like me you won’t want to miss this.

Until next time lovelies…

Keep is Sassy & Classy,

B