Confessions

Today I am linking up with the beautiful fashionista Leslie over at A blonde Ambition for a few confessions.

Here goes it.

I confess that since after Thanksgiving I have totally gone rogue on my no sugar diet. Yep, I have been eating my weight and plus some in Oreo balls and homemade Reese peanut butter cups. Seriously y'all...if you have never had an Oreo ball, then you have no idea the deliciousness you are missing.

I confess that in order to get a perfect handsome baby boy to sleep yesterday(my boss's son) I may or may not have broke out a little LMFAO, "I'm sexy and I know it"....and to broaden his horizons I sang a little Pistol Annies, "Hell on Heels."

Also, I did sing a little baby got back. I mean, if it worked for Ross and Rachel's baby on Friends...then it will work on any baby.

Little sucker when straight to sleep...with a smile on his face I might add. Clearly that means I am a great singer or he has gas...tomato tomahto.

I confess that yesterday at work, I may have offended someone not once but twice. Let me explain. I was calling on a patient who by the way the paperwork said they were a female. I was talking to a lady(not the patient) and said,"Does she speak English?" She then informed me that he does indeed speak English and then I proceeded to say, "well that's good because neither of us here speak any Spanish." She then tells me ,"that is good because he is Native American."

Oopsie.

I confess that as much as I probably need to get out of the house and socialize...you know because Mr. Right is probably not going to knock on my door. All I want to do tonight is to go home, put on my comfies and finally read "Catching Fire"...I loved the "Hunger Games" and could not put it down...I am dying to read the next book.

and these are my confessions...I may or or may not be off to finish off the Oreo balls.

Dear Santa

Dear Santa....

I would like to think I have been a fairly good girl this year...scratch that...very good girl. Therefore, I think it's time you deliver me a really dang good present.

No, I don't want a hippopotamus for Christmas....although that would be pretty cool. A miniature pony would be nice also...but that's not what I want this year.

World peace is always a standard...wait that's only in beauty pageants....while I am talking about beauty pageants, please make those toddlers and tiara mom's and dads stop spray tanning their three year olds and giving them false teeth or "flippers" it just weirds me out.

You can slip a sable under my tree if you would like..but it's not necessary...now that convertible or yacht would work...I guess I can settle for those too.

but what I really want is Matthew McConaughey...yes, I know he has a girlfriend and two kids or whatever, but come on.

Ok, if I can't have Matthew...I would really like a boyfriend for Christmas...you know one that is tall, handsome, loves Jesus, his momma, and OSU cowboys.

I am not asking for a lot here Santa...and remember that year I got a remote controller holder...well, you owe me!

XoXo,

Lyndse

 

Love actually is all around

"Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion's starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don't see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often, it's not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it's always there - fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know, none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge - they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I've got a sneaking suspicion... love actually is all around." From the movie, Love Actually

I just want to take a quick minute to give a shot out to one of my very best friends. I know she wouldn't talk about this to anyone else or advertise it for the world to know...which is why I am doing it.

I think sometimes during the holidays we all are guilty in getting caught up in the hustle and bustle of buying the most perfect gift(s), making sure we have the better lights on our house, hosting the perfect holiday party...I see so many people during the holidays trying to one up friends, family, and neighbors. I mean for crying out loud when did shopping start to result in people getting pepper sprayed over getting a gift?

Seriously crazy people...it's just a gift. No dancing Elmo or 60 inch plasma TV is worth that.

I know I personally want the "must have" items or want to make sure I get everyone really amazing gifts...and sometimes I let that get the best of me...but then I have to remember exactly what the true meaning of Christmas really is.

Christmas is a season of great joy. Christmas is the celebration of the birth of Jesus Christ. It's a time when God shows his love for us and a time of renewed hope and strength. I am not going to go into preaching here...just a little reminder of what the Christmas season really is about...which brings me to my original reason on why I am posting this.

A renewed hope and strength...are some powerful words. Love is too a powerful word. My in real life best friend who just so happens to have a blog...Figuring out the plot...demonstrated those three words this last weekend. Every year she buys an angel off the Christmas tree at the store,like many of us do, just not a child angel, but a nursing home angel. I thought, that is such a great idea...I wish my store did that in my hometown. I also worry about the elderly sitting all alone in the nursing home at Christmas time.

Miss football, as I like to refer to her on this blog...grabbed her two angels off the tree and bought the gifts. Sunday was the very last day you could buy things for the angels and it get to them in time for Christmas. As Miss Football walked out the opposite end of where she came into the store, she saw there were still several angels left on the tree. This upset her so much, she called me and told me she was going back in and taking all the rest of the angels off the tree and buying everything on their list.

I just want to say that getting her first two angels is more than enough, but going back and getting all the other angels off the tree is what Christmas is truly about. I told her she brought tears to my eyes because it's such a small act, but it will bring such joy to their hearts. I knew she wouldn't want to talk about, but I just had to mention it.

Christmas is love. Love for your family and love for people you may never meet...and my friend...well, I think she has this Christmas thing down.

Love you Miss Football!

Glitz and Glam swap goodies

Hello ladies...I can not seem to wake up this morning...I should have had some coffee or an energy drink or something...because I am dragging.

I am linking up today with Raven and Lindsey to talk about my awesome gifts from "How the Glitz stole Christmas"



I was paired up with the hilarious and beautiful Beth over at Sweet Bef's blog


First let me just say that I am terrible at taking pictures...especially when I can't find my camera and have to rely on the good ol' cell phone pictures. These pics just don't do my stuff justice.

Nail polish, lip gloss, sparkly jewelry, fun bath soaps and a sparkly ornament...what else could a girl want??

Oh and the perfect travel size version of one of my favorite hair products...couldn't have asked for a better swap partner. Thanks Beth for all the awesome goodies : )

LOVE this ornament...it's now front and center of my Christmas tree.

A night in

That pretty much sums up my non-eventful night last night. I took a bubble bath, listened to some Michael Buble Christmas music and just because I had pink champagne in my fridge...I deemed it a special occasion.

I also watched Modern Family, Happy Endings and Revenge...and then called it a night.

Oh, the ever so exciting life of a single 20-something gal.

On another note...I saw this last night on pinterest...thinking about trying it. Glitter underneath the nail polish.

Anyone try this? Does it work? Any other great holiday nail inspirations I should know of?

Have a great day lovelies!

That one time I went to Vegas

The other day I was going through some old photos of the days back in my prime...aka, college...and I came across my VEGAS pictures.

It was atually about this time five years ago, when we went to Vegas.

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas,right??

Anyway, it was my very last semester in college...as in graduating that December and so when the opportunity to go to Vegas presented itself, I said Hell to the Yes and asked my bestie, Honey, to go along. The nickname honey actually originated from our trip in Sin City.

Since it is Oklahoma and the weather is very unpredictable...hello earthquakes...I was very worried and freaked out ( if you know me in real life you know how freaked out I get about things) about even getting to Vegas. We had a freaking blizzard a few days before we were to take off. Did I mention we were flying at the first of December and coming back just days before we took our last finals in college ever?

Ya, probably not the best idea ever in the world to go to a place deemed Sin City right before you take your last exams to graduate college.

It worked out though, both of us passed and graduated.

Thankfully with the help of a friend who kindly and graciously drove us to the airport(actually I had to beg and plead with him) we were able to fly out.

One thing I noticed about going to Vegas and coming back from Vegas is that on the way there, everyone and I mean everyone is happy and having a good time and the drinks are a coming...now on the way back. You would have thought we were all dead. Every single one of us. No one said anything to anyone. Let's just say that I personally, slept the whole way home with the shade pulled down and sunglasses on.

Let's get down to business...so, first night out on the town just a couple of innocent 21 and 22 year olds...and btw yes, I got the "over did it with the make-up memo" it was Vegas after all, I was trying to fit in with the showgirls? Idk.

We went out with two very cute guys(who both attended OSU and were friends with our friend) who just happened to pick us up from the airport...see we were meeting up with our friend who was already there working at Cowboy Christmas, which is a huge trade show that goes on during the National Finals Rodeo in Vegas. Think Superbowl of Rodeos...also, think lots and lots and lots of Cowboys.

May or may not be the reason we chose to go during that time.

One of the boys just happened to look like Nick Lachey. I have always liked Nick Lachey...do you see this being a problem??

They took us to the club, Tao, at the Venetian..it was VIP treatment all the way. I remember at one part of the night, honey, somehow managed to grab a bottle of champagne from another table...then I remember dancing to snow falling from the ceiling.

The next day I remember getting a phone call from my dad, asking me if I was still alive from my first night in Vegas...and he asked me if I knew what time it was. I distinctively remember telling him..."There are no clocks in Vegas!"

The next day was spent sightseeing and shopping. Since we were in Vegas at Christmas time, the entire Bellagio lobby was decorated and everything was made out of real things. Like, reindeer's made of almonds, polar bears made from carnations...probably one of the most interesting, beautiful displays I have ever seen.




Of course we visited the M&M factory



And Coca-Cola



We visited the Eiffel Tower at the Paris Hotel...so pretty...hope to see the real thing someday


View from the top of the Eiffel Tower


Water-light show at the Bellagio seen from atop of the Eiffel Tower






Margartiville



Pink Christmas tree...my favorite



Most nights in Vegas were spent pre-gaming or sometimes just staying the whole night at our hotel bar with our favorite bartender John. He made the best Jolly Rancher drink..I even wrote it down...it's not legible of course...too many Jolly Rancher's I guess.









I even took one for the team...I had somewhat of 3 day relationship with one of the guys who picked us up from the airport...you know Nick Lachey look alike...see he was a sous chef in Emeril Lagasse's restaurant. Hence how we were able to eat one of the best meals I have ever eaten in my life...six course dinner seated inside a room that viewed the entire kitchen....for FREE!

One night we were just hanging out in the hotel lobby at the Bellagio and we met Big and Rich...the ones who sing, "Save a horse ride a cowboy" and Chad Kroger from Nickleback. Of course I didn't have a camera.


We did however see John Wayne at the airport



and Elvis



All in all it was a great time. I can't tell you everything  that happened...because after all...what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.

Fearless

"FEARLESS is living in spite of those things that scare you to death...FEARLESS is getting back up and fighting for what you want, over and over again!" Taylor Swift

I know someone who is fearless. Actually I know a lot of people who are fearless. If you believe in Taylor Swift's definition of fearless...then fearless is having doubts, fearless is having fears.

Therefore, we are all fearless.

Today was a crazy day...like most days, actually most days for the last six weeks...thank goodness my boss comes back on Friday. I have gone non-stop today, going to both of our clinics, doing my actual paid work and then answering interview questions for my volunteer work.

I thought it was a rough day.

Just like that, God sends something or in this case, someone to knock me right back into reality.

One of the ladies who works next door, has just been diagnosed with Breast Cancer...for the THIRD time. Every day I see her smiling like there is absolutely nothing going on, like she didn't just get back from having treatment, like she just isn't fighting every day. I would have never known that she was sick...had it not been for her hats and scarves she wears on her head that replaces the bright pink highlights she had just weeks ago.

She is the reason why I volunteer for Relay for Life. At least one of the many reasons. Today, I had to answer at least 20 or so in depth questions about Relay for Life, note to self...being co-chair is not all fun and games....I was getting frustrated with the lady at the paper who kept adding more and more questions, changing the deadline, everything. Here I am trying to do my actual job...the job I get paid for...but I can't because I am too busy doing my volunteer job.

Then I saw her. Just as I was griping about doing this and that, I was reminded as to why I do what I do. Why I volunteer, why I wanted to be co-chair. Why I LOVE Relay for Life. I have already seen someone I love go through cancer. It's not something I ever care to witness again.

Let's be honest, cancer sucks, it's not pretty, it's not easy, it's probably one of the most grueling, unimaginable, heart wrenching, FEARLESS thing a human being can go through.

See...she is fearless. Not because she is afraid of what could happen. She is fearless because she isn't going to let it happen. She isn't going to stop living. Fearless is living life...it might not be the life she is used to at the moment, but fearless is knowing that she will get her life back.

Her kind of FEARLESS is what I strive to be. If you want to know what courage, strength and faith look like...look at a person who is facing unbelievable odds, who is going through something no one wants to go through.

That's FEARLESS.