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Wow, it's been a while since I posted an entry.  Things have been a little busy around here and we did do a little "camping" trip.  Since we were in a deluxe trailer most wouldn't really consider it camping but that's the way I roll.  I've also been thinking a lot about things and doing more work on improving my self image.  Some really good steps have been made and I must say I am feeling quite a bit better about being myself.  Part of that change has come about by facing head on some of the causes of my low self esteem.  As I have done that it has been easier and easier to see some of the lies I have been telling myself and to see them as false.  In doing this I have come across a memory that has affected me fairly deeply.  It was something said in passing by someone who was an acquaintance of mine.  I believe I can sort of see now what he would have intended by what he said but the way he said it and the words he used were just all wrong.  It was inapprop

On this day 9 years ago I was getting ready for my wedding.  I believe at this time I was still in a slight bit of panic about waking up with my eye mostly swollen shut.  I had gotten a small bug bite beside my eye the night before and at 6am when I woke before anyone else in the house I was not impressed to discover I could not open my right eye.  Not the best way of waking up on your wedding day! I quickly dashed to the fridge and did the only thing I could think of.  I sliced up some cucumber and laid down on the couch with a nice thick round slice covering my eyes.  The difficult part about doing this was that I was the only one up so all I had to do while I sat there waiting was to think about how terrible it would be to walk down the isle and having my photos taken looking like someone had punched me in the face. I am very grateful to my mom for dashing over to Shoppers as soon as she got up and meeting us at the hairdressers with some cream that did the trick.  By the time t

I Am Second isn't a book written by one author.  It's a compilation of stories written from interviews done with a number of different people.  I must confess, one of the main reasons I wanted to read this book is because of Brian "Head" Welch.  I've had a bitty crush on him from back in the Korn days and I was rather excited when I found out he had become a Christian.  His story is one of the ones covered in the book and I really wanted to hear what had caused him to turn from being uber "successful", popular and adored to facing the possible scorn of his former band mates and Korn fans.  His story was very interesting and touching but it was not the one that was most relatable for me.  The beauty of this book is that it covers so many perspectives, so many situation, upbringing, confrontations and social standings that there is no way someone could read this book and not find at least one story that they related to in some way.  The book is well writ

It's funny how you can hear the same thing so many times over the course of your life and never really be able to get it to sink in, yet other phrases said in passing can cut right to the core.  Those ones you just can't seem to shake off no matter what you try.  As I'm sure you know if you are reading this, I struggle with self esteem issues.  I always have.  In fact I don't remember a time when I thought, "Hey, you know what?  It's pretty awesome to be me."  One thing I have discovered through responses I have gotten from this blog and through talking to women in my life is I am SO not alone in this!  It seems that every woman has some sort of a struggle at least at some point in their life with feeling like they are good enough.  I have some theories on that and some reasons that I believe it's more common for women to have self esteem problems but I'm not going to get into that.  I went out for coffee last night with an incredible, supporti

My husband and I were kid free on the weekend and decided to take in the free concert in downtown Kitchener Sunday night.  The Trews were slated to play and we know and like some of their songs so we climbed into the car and headed over.  There were 4 bands that played that day and we arrived just as the first was starting out.  Since we were decently early we ended up not very far from the stage.  There were some interesting people we saw and I very nearly got stepped on by a enthusiastic dancing man that was later escorted out by security after he whipped his shirt off and began bumping into everyone around him.  I believe he was quite high and I'm thankful that he didn't attempt to eat my face.  It was rather loud up close where we were standing and I began to regret our lack of earplugs.  Even after a full day I could still hear my ears ringing if it was really quiet.  This is what brings me to the irresponsibility of the parents that we witnessed.  We were surrounded by