As a Manner of Fact

I was making some breakfast this morning, waiting in front of the toaster and next to the refrigerator which I'm blocking entry access. I sensed someone walk up behind me and stop; they don't say anything, but just stand there, waiting...no "excuse me" or anything. So, providing satisfaction at their attempt of non-verbal communication as to what they want, I stepped aside and they opened the fridge. I was nonplussed at their lack of manners - they are an adult. Ridiculous. Unbelievable. I must say though, that this is not just one occassion they've done this. Several times before they've walked up to my desk and just stood behind my chair and wait until I turn around. Um, aren't you the one disturbing me? Can you atleast say my name or something so that I know you're there, because I may not hear or see you standing there. I don't know why this bothers me so much, but it does. There are few things that irk me to no end and things like this happens to be one of them.

We Ought Naught Worry

Many times I've worried about what the next day will bring. On occasion I'd wonder: what am I going to eat? Where am I going to find that important document I misplaced? What is so-and-so going to say to me which I might not have a retort? How am I going to make it through an arduous day? Then, when tomorrow is here I find myself smiling because I worried so much about it and I shouldn't have; because I know that all my needs will be met & and my concerns will come to naught. Just yesterday I had forgotten to grab something to eat for breakfast and as I was driving I was mentally kicking myself for not getting something - but God provided. Someone had made a German chocolate baked dish and it was in the employee kitchen - aha - breakfast! Unfortunately, it wasn't a very healthy accompaniment to my coffee, but it stymied hunger pains until lunch! When things like this happen I'm reminded of Matthew 6:25-34, which specifically states that we're not to worry about things like this - oh you of little faith! Yep, sometimes that's me, having little faith. But it's the little things like that which constantly remind me that my faith may be the size of a mustard seed, but God can move a mountain - or what may be mountain-like to you.

Compulsive Shopping

Something dawned on me this morning as I was getting ready for work. I think I may have figured out why I like clothes and shoes so much, why I like to have more than one pair of each kind of shoes, why I like to buy things. To put it simply, I didn't have alot of new stuff growing up. Of course my parents bought me new things like shoes and underwear, all the necessities, but being the second girl in the family I was given hand-me-downs, LOTS of them, and not just castoffs from my sister, but from other families too. Could it really be as simple as that, or do I have a genuine compulsive problem that is clothes shopping?

Maybe it has to do with being an adult, I can make buying decisions for myself now, and not hear my mother constantly say "We can't afford that", "I'm not buying that", or "You don't need that". One thing I think I did adopt from my mother is bargain shopping. It is one thing I'm happy to have learned from her. Every time we'd go to a clothing store she would always make the sale rack our first stop. Seriously, why pay full price if I can get it at a discount, use a coupon, or wait until it goes on sale? If it's still there when the sale occurs I'm meant to buy it, right? No, I know that's not right. What's wrong with me? I know I'm getting better though, because every payday I'd go clothes shopping, and I don't do that anymore. I wish I had an answer to these questions, or a diagnosis as to whether or not I have a compulsive personality about shopping. One thing is for sure though, I'm not going into credit card debt to buy myself things. If that were so then I'd know I really do have a problem and I should get some help.

I have been doing a lot better in this area of my life in the last few months. I'm asking myself questions before buying that cute top that I have to have: how many different things will this go with that I already own? Do I really need to buy this, or am I buying it just to buy it? Do I really want to pay that much for this? Can I get this cheaper somewhere else? Do I already own something just like this? After I've asked these questions I usually don't end up buying the item, and admittedly, I do feel good about my decision. In addition to my own 'buying questions' and a few eye catching, unique tops & bottoms, I am trying to follow this guideline which I think is fabulous: The Essentials of a Well-Balanced Wardrobe.

Now, time to go shopping! ;)

Shoes - oh how I love and loathe thee

I wore a new pair of shoes today that rubbed on my toes and the back of my heel all day whenever I walked, not to mention they made all my mosquito bites itch because of the style of the shoes. So, I decided that when I got home I would add them to the pile of clothes and shoes that are going to be consigned. But what does my hubby say when I get home and he sees them?: "I like those shoes. They're cute." Rarely does he think or say that about any of my clothes or shoes that I am now compelled to keep them. I think they're cute too, dang it. Alas, I guess being fashionable is painful at times, in more ways than one.

You are the weakest link

Today I must confess one of my weaknesses: I have a hard time admitting when I've done something wrong. I will admit to it, but I feel ashamed. Today for example, at work I never followed up on an email that a coworker sent me five months ago. Why did I never take care of it? I have no clue. So just now I had to set my pride aside and follow through with the request, furthering my embarrassment that I dropped the ball. This has happened a few times within the last year, luckily there have only been a couple and I haven't had any major repercussions come of it. Now that I have identified a weak area in my life I'm going to take the steps to make sure it doesn't happen again. I hope to adopt this for more areas of my life too, because God knows there are so many more :)

I have a blog?

It has been over a month since I created my blog and I thought I'd have more to say than what I shared in my first post...apparently not. That being the case, I've decided to blog about what I've been doing recently: reorganizing and purging each room in my house. I've decided to tackle the office first, it being one of the most lived in rooms in our home for the past three years but recently has been abandoned as a catch-all place for items to deal with at a later date (more to come on why this room's constant occupancy has changed).

Now, off to blogging about, and organizing the office! :)

First blog post!

First off I'd like to say that I don't have very many expectations of what I'd like to be doing with my blog. Mostly, I think it will just be a place where I'd like to capture my thoughts on certain topics thus removing them from my head, I hope. Isn't that what a blog is supposed to be?

Why did I choose the blog name 'Random Ramblings of a Blonde Brunette'? I tend to have random thoughts rambling through my head at any given part of the day, and even though I'm a brunette, I still have blonde moments which may accumulate to saying off the wall things, and doing things that are usually only done by the stereotypical blonde. You'll see what I mean ;)

With all that said, let the blogging commence!