Elvis and Me

I've been reading books that my sons' checked out of the school library when they are finished (Just read the second in a trilogy "Across the Nightingale Floor" written by a brilliant young teen). Anyway, a friend loaned me the book "Elvis and Me" written by Priscilla Presley. It was shocking and yet, touching. He was a real man, with a real life and she poignantly tells the story of their love. Only cost a buck at the used book store. I recommend it to anyone (even if you aren't an Elvis fan -- or he was WAY before your time). (I uploaded this pic from online)

Hit and Run

Some jerk ran into my husband's parked truck last night, knocked it out of the parking space and onto the curb/grass...and it peeled the tire off the rim. It's a heavy truck too. They must have hit the trailer hitch. Left pieces of their car in the parking lot. A neighbor called it in at 1:00 a.m. in but they only saw the silver car that did it when they called security. No plates. Hit and Run! Jerk.
Now, we have to call a relative (or a wrecker), to lift up the truck (can't put a jack in the soft grass) and then pay to get the tire remounted on the rim and the front end aligned. Don't want to make a claim because our insurance rates would go up (hopefully, there is nothing wrong with the axle underneath). Stuff like this always happens to us...and usually around the holidays. I'm trying to save for a visit with my family in WI at Christmas and now this! It just makes my blood boil. Why are people so dishonest? It just depresses me.

Boob Job

Okay. So, I'm a little vain. But, I've always wanted a boob job ever since I first got them (I felt cheated genetically since my Mom is a buxom woman). I'm a little "above average" in height (5'7") and maintain a somewhat healthy weight (perhaps a little more voluptuous then I'd like to be) but my bone structure is medium to large. I have a barely "B" cup. Okay, so I'm being a little to graphic and detailed--but bare with me here. My rib cage is big and my shoulders are broad...making my breasts look like two dollups of whipped cream on a plate! My breasts are not at all proportionate to the rest of my body.
So, I'm doing it. Unfortunately, my husband's motorcycle was stolen and he's not getting close to it's value in loss from the insurance company. He said I could have one. (I'm sure he anticipates SOME benefit). But, my baby sis isn't sure how she feels about it. She doesn't have a peace about it...because God created us each perfect as He saw fit. I agree with her, but only partially. What's the difference if we perm our hair, put make-up on, go to a dermatologist for acne. People have lasic eye surgery and hair implants or electrolysis for unwanted hair. We are trying to feel good about ourselves. I'm not the type of person to start flaunting new cleveage with low cut tops and clingy spandex. I'm really not. When I get the D cup size breasts...they'll look more like C cups.
Do you think I'm wrong? I mean, there ARE other things one could do with the money...like take a vacation or buy another motorcycle. But, is there a limit on the price you pay for self-esteem? I never do anything for myself--ever. For my whole life I feel as if I sacrifice for everyone else. Is it bad to be a little selfish?

Christmas in November

It's Christmas in November. Stores are full of green and red decorations, twinkling colored lights, silver and gold wrapped packages and all sorts of toy displays. Even though commercialism has long since exploited the holiday season, and the decorations are out before the Harvest Festival candy is eaten or the Thanksgiving Turkey is on the table ... I enjoy it. I LOVE Christmas and everything it represents. Spiritually, traditionally, and emotionally. I love the celebrations, the story of Jesus' birth, the softer side of people you see. I enjoy the electricity and excitement in the air too!
I do, however, observe the LEAST self control of all during the holidays. I love to give presents. It thrills me to see the joy on the faces of those I'm closest to. I've always tried to make Christmas a happy memory for my kids...even during the hardest of times. I miss my grown children and grandkids so, it's very difficult for me to celebrate without them. But, I'll find a way to make sure they know I'm there in spirit and that will bring me as much joy as if I were sitting there watching them rip off the pretty paper.
Our family usually goes to church on Christmas Eve so that Christmas morning is ours. We hang out in comfy clothes (sweats, etc.) and have a nice breakfast...then graze and snack all day. No formal meal for us. We watch a new dvd, play a new board game (usually everyone gets a movie, a book, a game or some dice/cards and some sweats for Christmas in addition to a few other items).
What is your favorite holiday and what family traditions do you have?

SELF CONTROL

Why is self control such a big issue for me? I know I'm not alone, but if I'm worried or stressed or depressed or upset...I either eat or spend money that should be used for bills on other things (usually not myself--but irregardless, it should be for bills). Then, I'm short and even more stressed out. And, if I spend it eating out or buying snacks...I get more depressed because I gain weight. And, when I'm doing it there's a voice inside going "stop"---but then it's as if it's drown out and there's not a sound in the world. Just static...like a tv. Or nothing at all.

I pray and try and read and keep telling myself I'll gain some willpower or self control, but it never happens. Is it the co-dependent in me or the advesary just hitting me where I'm absolutely the weakest and bound to fail? Is anyone else like me?

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