Bad hair days and crooked tiaras...ALL righted by God's grace!!

After thinking about it all day long, I had finally made up my mind.  Sitting in my conference I had hardly been able to  concentrate on anything except the beautiful yellow Dana Buchman  jacket  I had seen the day before.  The leather had been so soft - it felt like butter in my hands.  Why had I hesitated when the $80 price tag had seemed so reasonable for a garment of such quality?  At the end of the conference my friends and I fought the Memphis rush hour traffic to get back to the mall.  I promptly plucked the jacket from the display and proceeded to the sales associate to pay for my purchase.  As she and I chatted, I must have been euphoric at the excitement of getting such a nice jacket at this price-but the euphoria didn't last long.  I scanned my debit card and entered my pin number-then I was prompted to confirm the amount.  After quickly hitting "accept" I realized that there were more digits in the ...

Addiction?  I choose to believe it is just my quest for the fountain of youth. Open my bathroom cabinets and you can find them spilling over with beauty products, all of which make huge claims.  It may be the tooth whitener guaranteeing a beautiful, whiter smile or the body moisturizer which claims that it's firming agent helps revitalize aged and wrinkled skin.  Recently I began using two other products which assure me that not only will my skin have a healthy rosy glow, better elasticity, an improved appearance of deep wrinkles, but also that  the results will begin to be seen and felt in a few days!  Oh, and how could I forget my most recent product,  the lip plumper, which promises fabulous fuller-looking lips instantly. Big claims with fast results-that seems enough to make the consumer in me propel into action.  Certainly this next product will be the one that is the solution for my thin lipped, st...

Give me a good tune and I will dance to it.  I have always loved to dance and at times when I am home alone a can really "bust out some moves."  Last year several of my close friends and I took a country line dancing class.   One of the girls had taken dance lessons for many years and as you watch, her moves are beautiful and precise.  My second friend has an impeccable memory and seems to effortlessly remember the steps.  I, on the other hand, have never taken dance, my moves are not graceful nor are my steps precise. Most of the time I can't even remember many of the steps without much repetition.  Unfortunately, when I can't recall the moves I am prone to simply stop moving.  My third friend, Stephenie, has rhythm and a good memory, yet unlike me, when she forgets the moves-instead of stopping- she throws her hands up in the air and dances with abandon, making up her own moves (we call it "free styling") until she catches back up with th...