I recently got my hair cut (off). My stylist mentioned I looked like the real me with my cut. In a way she was right. I looked lighter. There was a sparkle in my eye. I felt happier. All of this was brought on by the tremendous ego boosting bounce a good haircut and color can bring.
But it got me thinking, what is the real me?
The real me is tired.
The real me is cranky.
The real me is lazy.
The real me is selfish and self-centered.
The real me is afraid.
The real me is more than those defects of character.
The real me is hopeful.
The real me is humble.
The real me is trying hard to be better.
The real me looks for beauty.
The real me seeks joy.
The real me is a friend.
The real me shares her heart.
The real me loves herself.
The real me allows herself to be loved.
The real me loves others.
The real me seeks knowledge.
The real me is all of this and more. There are days I get glimpses of her. I wish she would come out more. I wish I could get to know her. I wish I could show her off to the world.
The real me is a work in progress.
And the real me has great hair.
Showing posts with label brave girl. Show all posts
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Monday, July 25, 2011
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Bugging Out
On Sunday we went to Bug Day at a local park. Bunny was in heaven. She loves her creepy crawlies.
Tarantula
Hissing Cockroach
Millipede
She is one brave girl. The nearest I got to those things was behind the camera lens.
Tarantula
Hissing Cockroach
Millipede
She is one brave girl. The nearest I got to those things was behind the camera lens.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
A Trip To The Dentist
The dentist, the most hated and feared of all healthcare professionals (although I would also nominate the mamogram tech for that award). If you have one bad experience, one cavity, you may never want to go again.
I really don't mind the dentist. In fact, I actually like my dentist, he is a really nice guy. You are probably thinking that I am one of the lucky ones with perfect teeth and that is why I don't mind the dentist. No, I'm not. Nothing could be further from the truth.
I have horrible teeth. I've had a bazillion cavities. I've had five root canals. Yes, you read that correctly FIVE ROOT CANALS. I've even had oral surgery to fix the root of a tooth that had become disloged from the jaw after I was hit with a softball in the face. I know, ouch. (Bubs, I did not drop my glove. And even if I did you shouldn't have thrown so hard at my face. Its not nice to throw things at people's faces. But I forgive you and will only occasionally bring it up to garner sympathy.) The surgery did suck but it fixed the pain and the problem so it was actually a good thing.
So despite all of the bad things that have happened to me at the denitist's office, I still go twice a year.
And now its Bunny's turn. She had her second appointment today and I could not have been prouder of her. She was so good. She did not cry or complain once. Of course it probably helped that the dentist's office has TVs in each exam room and ours was turned to Nickelodeon so she could watch the Wonder Pets and Ni Hao Kai-Lan. I'm pretty sure she would put up with anything if she could watch those shows (I know it would have made some of my experiences a lot easier if I could have watched TV).
She sat in my lap while I was having my cleaning done. She would occasionally turn from the TV and look at what was going on. They made a point of showing her the instruments and telling her what they were doing to me. Then she'd grow bored and return to her show.
When it was her turn, she didn't even flinch. She just opened her mouth wide and let them do their thing. No fuss, no muss. And as a reward for her good behavior she got a Cinderella toothbrush and a chocolate cookie. That's right the dentist gives out cookies after the exam, perhaps to insure some return business. (I got a plain yellow toothbrush and a bottle of water. Somehow I feel like I got shortchanged in the deal.)
When we got home, she asked if we could brush her teeth after lunch because it was fun. And then she asked if she could have some gummi worms so I know she's still normal.
I really don't mind the dentist. In fact, I actually like my dentist, he is a really nice guy. You are probably thinking that I am one of the lucky ones with perfect teeth and that is why I don't mind the dentist. No, I'm not. Nothing could be further from the truth.
I have horrible teeth. I've had a bazillion cavities. I've had five root canals. Yes, you read that correctly FIVE ROOT CANALS. I've even had oral surgery to fix the root of a tooth that had become disloged from the jaw after I was hit with a softball in the face. I know, ouch. (Bubs, I did not drop my glove. And even if I did you shouldn't have thrown so hard at my face. Its not nice to throw things at people's faces. But I forgive you and will only occasionally bring it up to garner sympathy.) The surgery did suck but it fixed the pain and the problem so it was actually a good thing.
So despite all of the bad things that have happened to me at the denitist's office, I still go twice a year.
And now its Bunny's turn. She had her second appointment today and I could not have been prouder of her. She was so good. She did not cry or complain once. Of course it probably helped that the dentist's office has TVs in each exam room and ours was turned to Nickelodeon so she could watch the Wonder Pets and Ni Hao Kai-Lan. I'm pretty sure she would put up with anything if she could watch those shows (I know it would have made some of my experiences a lot easier if I could have watched TV).
She sat in my lap while I was having my cleaning done. She would occasionally turn from the TV and look at what was going on. They made a point of showing her the instruments and telling her what they were doing to me. Then she'd grow bored and return to her show.
When it was her turn, she didn't even flinch. She just opened her mouth wide and let them do their thing. No fuss, no muss. And as a reward for her good behavior she got a Cinderella toothbrush and a chocolate cookie. That's right the dentist gives out cookies after the exam, perhaps to insure some return business. (I got a plain yellow toothbrush and a bottle of water. Somehow I feel like I got shortchanged in the deal.)
When we got home, she asked if we could brush her teeth after lunch because it was fun. And then she asked if she could have some gummi worms so I know she's still normal.
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