Month: December 2019
Vintage Scenes: MISTED
It’s Not Just a Hair Thing
As far back as the Dark Ages, I had this thing about hair. My dolls lived in fear, wondering which one would be next to get their hair chopped off. When I was fifteen, I started cutting my hair. But I always left it long enough to roll it in curlers . . .
Men, have you ever tried sleeping in these things? It’s like laying your head on a pile of rocks. I tried sleeping sitting up, hanging my head over the side of the bed, tossing and turning all night long trying to get comfortable. Finally, I came up with a solution . . .
the hair dryer from Mars. Worked like a charm. When my hair was dry, I took out the stupid curlers and went to sleep.
Then there was the brushing, the teasing and styling, and cans of hairspray . . .
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Photos Before and After
Below are before and after photos that I took over the years to use in my digital designs. At the time I created these images I was using PaintShop Pro X6. I have since upgraded to PaintShop Pro 2019 Ultimate. I also like using Painnt Pro art filters for Windows 10. The best part is it’s free and has lots of awesome filters to make photos a real work of art. And it’s super easy to use. Click on the link for your free download:
Back porch before
Back Porch after
Front Porch before
Front porch after
Crepe Myrtle before
Crepe Myrtle after
First Snow before
First snow after
Cheer Up! Old Age Will Be Over Before You Know it!
Old age comes bearing no gifts of gold
But tokens of wrinkles
Aches and pains
Most of our friends are either dead
Or in nursing homes
Or just don’t remember who we are
Teenagers think we’re from another planet
Middle-aged people wish we were
And the rest of society just doesn’t care
Bit by bit we lose our independence
We pine for the good old days
Pray for another day
And hope to get through the day
But I’m thankful that I’ve been around this long
And to see my grand-kids with kids of their own
I just wish I could have done it
Without getting old
Chickens and Roosters
Today is the youngest you will ever be . . .
Are You a People Pleaser?
I was taught to share, so I thought nothing about sharing my grapes with the cutest boy in the neighborhood. The problem was, I went way beyond sharing. I gave him the entire cluster, leaving me with a lonely few in my small hand.
One day, while in an extremely generous mood, I nearly gave all my pretty dresses away to my best friend who had spent the night. I wish you could have seen the look on moms face when she came in my room and saw all the dresses she painstakingly made just for me sprawled all over the bed. I had to hang them all back up, except for the three she said my friend could have.
When I went to beauty school, I gave everybody free haircuts; family, friends, even people I didn’t know. I’m surprised I didn’t stand on the street corner holding a sign saying: Free Haircuts! Come one, come all!
Yep, you guessed it. I’m a full-blooded people pleaser.
Crooks and leaches love people pleasers. They latch on to their kindness and generosity like a tick on a dog and will suck them dry. When they’re done with them, they move on to the next nice person, and the next. They don’t love them. They don’t even like them. They just want what they can get out of them.
How do I know this? I’m a recovering, people pleaser addict. I’ve worn out many pairs of shoes trudging the suicidal path, losing pieces of myself along the way. Before I realized it, my life became a ticking time bomb of fear, anger and rage, anxiety and depression. No matter how hard I tried to win the favor of those I tried hardest to please, I always failed.
One day I snapped. My mother had been in the grave for five years, and I was still beating myself up because I failed to make her happy. I failed to fix her. I failed to be the daughter she wanted me to be. Suddenly, in the midst of my turmoil and grief, God opened my eyes with a simple, yet profound question, “Are you God?”
That was a eureka moment for me. With those three little words, God reached down His mighty hands and lifted the world off my shoulders. With those three little words, He told me that contrary to what I was taught and believed, He did not put me on this earth to save it. I am a human being. That’s what He created me to be, and that’s all He expects me to be. Once I finally wrapped my pea brain around the truth of my twisted thinking, the demons descended back into hell from whence they came.
To an extent, I’ll always be a people pleaser. But I’ve developed a keen eye over the years and no longer allow people to take advantage of me. It’s amazing how easily “no” jumps out of my mouth, and how much I love the wide-eyed looks when it does. I realize that most people aren’t going to like me no matter how nice I am, so I don’t waste my time trying to earn their approval, nor does God expect me to. Do you know how freeing that is? To have God’s permission to let it go and let Him handle it? Every single little thing? It frees me to be the best I can be without having to prove myself to the world.
We all want to feel loved and accepted. We all want the people in our world to be happy. But we must guard against trying to orchestrate that happiness at any cost to ourselves. We can help. We can guide and direct. But the rest is between them and God.
Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light (Matthew 11:28).
Cards: Artwork by Trina Clark
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