Glitter Jar!

O.M.G! I am completely and utterly smitten!

I am always a little hesitate about recreating something that I have seen on Pinterest but this one grabbed my attention awhile back and had been thinking about it again for a week or so – I decided to take Phoenix with me to the shops to go and buy all the goodies {fingers crossed behind my back that this would actually work – she doesn’t take disappointment very well}

My main reason for wanting to do this was because Phoenix can be explosive and volatile when she is upset so I wanted to find something that she could redirect her attention on and that would calm her down … seems we have a winner for both her and I.

It turned out so well that I am going to make more – and maybe one for my desk at work … makes you forget about the world and makes your heart smile like a childs… so beautiful. And I am SO going to be doing the glow in the dark one this weekend too! {cut open a glow stick – throw the contents in the jar – add glitter – close jar – DONE!}

It’s a swirling vortex of glittery paradise!

Check out the instructions on instructables.com and remember you can use ANY colour glitter! {We didn’t add any food colouring either}

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xoxo

Only way is up …

Thank you to Living Ripped for this!

So here we are in the 4th week of 12.

#IronCupCakeWorld {That is me} is on target and setting herself up to take out the record holders in the gym.

One armed push ups like a boss!

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90 kg Deadlift!

Chasing Down the board leader – Tammy @ 24kg Turkish Get up.image

Only one direction from here and that’s UP!!

A mother’s prayer…

 

I may not be religious but Tina Fey is awesome so I will post it!

First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches. {I will sway on this one … but ONLY when she is 18}

May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the Beauty.

When the Crystal Meth is offered, May she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half and stick with Beer.

Guide her, protect her when crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age.

Lead her away from Acting but not all the way to Finance. Something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes and not have to wear high heels. What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking You, because if I knew, I’d be doing it, Youdammit.

May she play the Drums to the fiery rhythm of her Own Heart with the sinewy strength of her Own Arms, so she need Not Lie With Drummers. Grant her a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen. Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long, For childhood is short – a Tiger Flower blooming Magenta for one day – And adulthood is long and dry-humping in cars will wait.

O Lord, break the Internet forever, That she may be spared the misspelled invective of her peers and the online marketing campaign for Rape Hostel V: Girls Just Wanna Get Stabbed.

And when she one day turns on me and calls me a Bitch in front of Hollister, Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends, For I will not have that Shit. I will not have it. {Damn straight!}

And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 A.M., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back. “My mother did this for me once,” she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck. “My mother did this for me.” And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a Mental Note to call me. And she will forget. But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes.

Amen.

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29 things to do before 30!

yes, yes, yes … I know … I am 3 months late for this post which means I only have 9 months to do this {please excuse me while I fall off my chair with laughter} “3 months late” “9 months” … I made it sound like I am having a baby! 🙂 LOL! Well, that it not the case – my post is obviously about a list of 29 things to do before I am the big three.point.oh!

1) Do something for someone who can never repay me
2) Do something anonymously that will make more than one person smile
3) Push myself past my limit
4) Learn to play at least one song on the guitar
5) Skydive
6) Crack an egg into a bowl without having a piece of shell fall in
7) Wear a shirt that says LIFE while handing out lemons {anyone care to join me on this one?}
8) Compete in a show jumping show
9) Get a new tattoo
10) Get my name on the benchmark board
11) Grow a veggie garde
12) Go on a cooking course
13) Grow a herb garden
14) Wear a bikini at the beach and be TOTALLY ok with it!
15) Run the ‘green mile’ twice
16) Skinny dip in the ocean
17) Sleep outside under the stars
18) See a rhino again before they are all gone… 😦
19) Ride on the Sight Seeing Bus
20) Take the train to Simon’s Town
21) Hug a complete stranger *I did this last year but it was so much fun, so I’m going to do it again*
22) Go away for a weekend *last years camping did NOT count!*
23) Write (pen to paper) a letter and post it to a friend or family member
24) Solve a rubix cube
25) Stop smoking *um…well…ya*
26) Make a shell necklace
27) Play a prank on someone {harmless of course}
28) Learn to do a french plait
29) Learn a whole sentence in sign language {anyone know anyone who knows sign language?}

Ok, so that’s it! I know I have cheated a little by adding a few things from last year but I never completed them so I think it’s fair to have them back? yes? yes! ok!

AND … I vow to do this everyday …
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xoxo

Meh…

Obstacles… Obstacles… Obstacles.

As a child, riding horses, I was always taught to get back on the horse when I fell off.. and I fell off many times and every time I did, I would get back up on the horse, once even with a broken arm and dislocated shoulder. So that quote was never just words for me – it was something physical.

With that being said, WHY am I finding it so hard to get back on now that there is no actual horse involved? Every time I start getting somewhere with my training something happens that hinders me and throws me back 500 steps when I have just managed to complete 300 steps! First it was my teeth in February then it was bronchitis and now a stupid ass sprained pelvis! {if you are sensitive to swearing close your eyes now} FUCK! I know it may sound super petty, it’s not like I was in a terribly accident and lost a limb or something but it’s not petty too me … not when my heart, soul and will are put on the line!

I am struggling to stay positive … I feel so utterly defeated … Even pretty much force feeding myself motivational quotes and trying to make them a mantra doesn’t seem to be working, I make one movement that reminds me that my back hurts and I am back to feeling as though all my hard work has been thrown in the bin and I just don’t know if I have the courage to ‘start again’ – I say that in inverted commas because I know that I won’t REALLY be starting over again – it just feels that way.

Do I just throw in the towel and call it a day? Saving myself from further disappointment or do I fight through it?

It’s actually pretty stupid that I even pose that question because my heart knows the answer … I won’t, can’t, give up but it’s just SO hard. I have come so far … *hangs head and shoulders heave*

When the morning alarm goes off and I just want to creep into the duvet and stay there – I can’t train for another week … *SOB* There are a few people who totally understand how important my training and goals are to me so they will understand the utter sorrow in this post – for those of you that don’t – that’s ok too because I know that somewhere a nerve was tweaked {figuratively of course} because obstacles have a way of getting under everyone’s feet at a pivotal time in our lives …

But we MUST get up and keep on going! It’s not about whether you fall down, it’s whether you get back up! Right? RIGHT?

There is this fire, this voice, this insatiable hunger inside of me that tells me ‘No, you are NOT done and that is the reason I don’t hide… I will have moments of utter defeat during this time {like right now, hence the post} but it’s the moments that I feel I won’t give up that I will try to hang onto for dear life! I will get up … I just want to lay here for a moment – that’s ok too right? Give life a running start for when I do? 🙂

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xoxo

A letter …

I don’t normally ‘borrow’ other people’s blogs but in this case I must! It is so damn beautiful!

Even though this was written by a dad to his daughter – It can come from Mom too …

Dear Cutie-Pie,

Recently, your mother and I were searching for an answer on Google. Halfway through entering the question, Google returned a list of the most popular searches in the world. Perched at the top of the list was ‘How to keep him interested’.

It startled me. I scanned several of the countless articles about how to be sexy and sexual, when to bring him a beer versus a sandwich, and the ways to make him feel smart and superior.

And I got angry.

Little One, it is not, has never been, and never will be your job to ‘keep him interested’.

Little One, your only task is to know deeply in your soul — in that unshakeable place that isn’t rattled by rejection and loss and ego — that you are worthy of interest. (If you can remember that everyone else is worthy of interest also, the battle of your life will be mostly won. But that is a letter for another day.)

If you can trust your worth in this way, you will be attractive in the most important sense of the word: you will attract a boy who is both capable of interest and who wants to spend his one life investing all of his interest in you.

Little One, I want to tell you about the boy who doesn’t need to be kept interested, because he knows you are interesting:

I don’t care if he puts his elbows on the dinner table — as long as he puts his eyes on the way your nose scrunches when you smile. And then can’t stop looking.

I don’t care if he can’t play a bit of golf with me — as long as he can play with the children you give him and revel in all the glorious and frustrating ways they are just like you.

I don’t care if he doesn’t follow his wallet — as long as he follows his heart and it always leads him back to you.

I don’t care if he is strong — as long as he gives you the space to exercise the strength that is in your heart.

I couldn’t care less how he votes — as long as he wakes up every morning and daily elects you to a place of honor in your home and a place of reverence in his heart.

I don’t care about the color of his skin — as long as he paints the canvas of your lives with brushstrokes of patience, and sacrifice, and vulnerability, and tenderness.

I don’t care if he was raised in this religion or that religion or no religion — as long as he was raised to value the sacred and to know every moment of life, and every moment of life with you, is deeply sacred.

In the end, Little One, if you stumble across a man like that and he and I have nothing else in common, we will have the most important thing in common:

You.

Because in the end, Little One, the only thing you should have to do to ‘keep him interested’ is to be you.

Your eternally interested guy,

Daddy

*tissue time*

xoxo

Rise and Shine!

This. Is. Amazing! YOU are amazing!

“Rise and shine.
6am and your hand can’t make it to the alarm clock before the voices in your head start telling you that it’s too early, too dark, and too cold to get out of a bed.
Aching muscles lie still in rebellion, pretending not to hear your brain commanding them to move
A legion of voices are shouting their unanimous permission for you to hit the snooze button and go back to dreamland, but you didn’t ask their opinion.
The voice you’ve chosen to listen to is one of defiance.
A voice that’s says there was a reason you set that alarm in the first place. So sit up, put your feet on the floor, and don’t look back because we’ve got work to do.

Welcome to The Grind!

For what is each day but a series of conflicts between the right way and the easy way,
10,000 streams fan out like a river delta before you, Each one promising the path of least resistance.
Thing is, you’re headed upstream
And when you make that choice, when you decide to turn your back on what’s comfortable and what’s safe and what some would call “common sense”, well that’s day 1.
From there it only gets tougher.
So just make sure this is something you want.
Because the easy way out will always be there, ready to wash you away, all you have to do is pick up your feet.
But you aren’t going to are you?
With each step comes the decision to take another
You’re on your way now
But this is no time to dwell on how far you’ve come.
You’re in a fight against an opponent you can’t see
Oh but you can feel him on your heels can’t you?
Feel him breathing down your neck
You know what that is?
That’s you…
Your fears, your doubts and insecurities all lined up like a firing squad ready to shoot you out of the sky
But don’t lose heart
While they aren’t easily defeated, they are far from invincible
Remember this is The Grind
The Battle Royale between you and your mind, your body and the devil on your shoulder who’s telling you that this is just a game, this is just a waste of time, your opponents are stronger than you.
Drown out the voice of uncertainty with the sound of your own heartbeat
Burn away your self-doubt with the fire that’s beneath you
Remember what you’re fighting for
And never forget that momentum is a cruel mistress
She can turn on a dime with the smallest mistake.
She is ever searching for that weak place in your armor
That one tiny thing you forgot to prepare for
So as long as the devil is hiding the details, the question remains,”is that all you got?”, “are you sure?”
And when the answer is “yes”. That you’ve done all you can to prepare yourself for battle THEN it’s time to go forth and boldly face your enemy, the enemy within
Only now you must take that fight into the open, into hostile territory
You’re a lion in a field of lions
All hunting the same elusive prey with a desperate starvation that says VICTORY is the only thing that can keep you alive
So believe that voice that says “you CAN run a little faster” and that “you CAN throw a little harder” and that “you CAN dive a little deeper” and that, for you, the laws of physics are merely a suggestion.

Luck is the last dying wish of those who wanna believe that winning can happen by accident, sweat on the other hand is for those who know it’s a choice, so decide now because destiny waits for no man. And when your time comes and a thousand different voices are trying to tell you you’re not ready for it, listen instead for that lone voice in decent the one that says you are ready, you are prepared, it’s all up to you now.