"I'm a real girl"

Hello Joyflakes!

A few weeks ago I told my sister that I would go glasses shopping with her. Any of you who wear glasses know that taking someone along with you when you shop is an absolute MUST. What you think looks good can too easily be swayed by what styles you've always loved even if they don't actually fit your face. After finding a pair of specs that we both agreed were just the right size and shape, we ordered them and then had an hour to kill as they got her lenses ready so we headed over to Sephora.

There's something about the relationship between sisters that just makes saying "what's wrong with your face" not only rude, but acceptable. In the case of that day, it was my foundation. I've gone back and forth about make up forever. I go from barely wearing any (case in point: today), to contouring more often than a Kardashian at least twice a year and there are multiple stages in between.

On this particular day, I was on my way back to wearing a full face of makeup and hadn't purchased foundation in long enough that putting it on would have made me look sun kissed everywhere above my neck and pale as casper below.

Needless to say, I needed some help. And as always when I need makeup advice, I turned to my sister. She is like my own personal beauty guru. She bought me my first real makeup (bare minerals about 10 years after everyone else had started using it) and was just the person to force me into finally getting officially matched.

For those of you who are not familiar with the process, here's a quick and dirty rundown. You walk in to the shop filled with shiny tubes of things you can't really afford, admit your ignorance and inability to make your face look like a celebrity, they sit you down, take a couple of pictures and voila. You've got a perfect shade of foundation to match your face. The technology is actually pretty fantastic. And the people who work there and match you are knowledgeable enough to know when the technology is just a little off and find you literally the perfect shade.

I don't know that they've officially turned me into a Sephora addict like my sister (just admit it sister, you know you are) but they have introduced me to some fantastic new products.

I'll be doing an "empties post" soon so I'll let you know just how my Sephora spree worked out.


A Poetic Night Out #ThanksMonth Vol. 2

Last night was date night. After a delicious dinner at one of my favorite restaurants in town, we headed over to the Englert Theater. The theater has been beautifully restored and always makes me feel like I've stepped back in time when I walk in so date nights there are always extra special. We were going to see a spoken word poet that Misha loves named Andrea Gibson. She had seen her perform before and I was really excited to get my first taste of listening to her and seeing her live.

Getting a drink at Deadwood before the show

I was too busy getting march and autographs to get the bill lit up...

In preparation for the night I had been listening to youtube videos of her performances all day so I knew that I was in for something special but I didn't realize just how amazing it would be. Sitting there in the audience, a room of LGBTQA people, I found myself glued to my seat, unable to look away from the tiny person standing at the mic. The emotion pouring out of their soul made me laugh and cry as the night went on I began to feel more inspired than I had in a long long time.

When I was younger I loved poetry but as I grew up, life got in the way and I kind of forgot about it.
Sure, I kept writing, but I didn't write any poetry. So today, I sat down and wrote my first poem in over 7 years. I don't know how good it is, or if anyone will ever see it, but it felt so good just to do it.

If I ever get brave enough, maybe I'll start to post my poetry on here...


#ThanksMonth Vol. 1

November is a month of giving thanks and today I'm kicking off #ThanksMonth. I know that I'm a little late to the game since it's already the 18th but as far as I'm concerned it's the thought that counts so here goes.

Today, I'm giving thanks for one of my best friends. We've been best friends since sophomore year of high school when we bonded over our failures to understand math and until college we were pretty inseparable. We went to different colleges but no matter how much time passed between seeing each other or even talking on the phone, things don't change with us.

Last summer she moved to Colorado with her fiancé for his shiny new post-grad job and we started up our long distance best friendship again. We're back to playing phone tag for weeks on end but no matter what, we eventually manage to make contact. And when I'm having a bad day, or I'm struggling with the fact that I'm 25 and I don't have anything figured out, she is there. Ready to hear me out, give me a reality check, make me laugh, and remind me that no matter how old or stressed out I get I did that thing senior homecoming that she'll never let me live down.

Friends like her are incredibly rare and I am lucky enough to have a few friends like that so today I'm saying thanks for her but also for all of my amazing friends. I'm blessed to know all of you.

Happy #ThanksMonth!


P.S. Hashtags mean that you can join in on #ThanksMonth with me. I'd love to know what you're thankful for! I'll be checking the hashtag and can't wait to see what you come up with :)

How to move from Wordpress to Blogger

Hello Joyflakes!

I have rarely, if ever, done a tutorial but after all of the struggles I had getting my blog back to blogger from Wordpress, I thought I'd give it a shot. There are all sorts of post and suggestions for moving your blog from the lovely orange and white space that is blogger, to the blue land of Wordpress. There is even a specific section of the Wordpress help section titled "coming from blogger?"

But what if you want to go back to blogger? or you're on Wordpress and realize that you don't need everything that the platform has to offer and you don't feel like paying for it? Then, switching from Wordpress to blogger is the way to do it. As I said in my last post, I love blogger so here are the 4 (yes only FOUR) steps to making the switch from Wordpress to Blogger.

1. You'll need to export your blog from Wordpress

This simply means that you are going to download your blog as an .xml file to your computer from the internet. To do so, log into Wordpress, look under settings/tools and click export. It really is that simple.

2. Convert your .xml file into a blogger export file

I will be the first to admit that I am not an internet wizard like some of my fellow bloggers *cough Dana cough* so I won't get into the nitty gritty details because I'd probably mess them up. What I do know, is that there was at one point an app which let you convert your blog into blogger formatting from Wordpress but that app is no more. The good news, is that the app is still out there as a website called Wordpress2Blogger. If the link I've just put doesn't work, as it did most times i tried it from other peoples blogs, simply google "Wordpress 2 Blogger" and you should be able to access the site.

3. Create your blogger or log into your existing blogger

If you are a gmail user, this is incredibly simple and all you have to do is log in with your gmail. If you do not want to use your personal email (completely understandable...I have a different email for each endeavor I take on) then create a google account for your blog.

4. Import your converted blog file to your new blog

This may sound complicated as the word Import can often lead to confusing places but it really is quite simple.

Click on your blog, go to settings, other, click import, look for the file on your computer and voila! You should have all of your posts right at home on blogger.

One important note...If you, like me, are moving everything BACK to blogger, importing will give you duplicate posts. Just make sure that you choose the option that doesn't publish immediately after importing. Then, you can delete the duplicates without anyone knowing the difference.

The only thing that this doesn't do, is import you pictures properly. Because of the way that Wordpress handles images, they won't transfer over the way they were before. If you, like me, don't have a huge amount of pictures this wont be an issue but if you're a photographer or fashion blogger you're going to have some work ahead you. The good news is that there is a TON of information out there for you to help you get them back.

I hope you've enjoyed this quick and easy how to and I hope you find your blogging home.


Welp...that was short lived

Hello Joyflakes!

You may currently be noticing that there is a lack of pink, and the sleek design that was up just a couple of hours ago is nowhere to be seen. That is because after being so excited to move up in the blogging world to Wordpress, where the "serious" bloggers are, I have returned home to blogger.

I made the change to Wordpress in a fit of annoyance that my blog has fairly low readership. I had been reading blog after blog after blog saying that blogger is "dead" and so I said to myself, "You know what self?! It's time to move on to bigger and better things!"

But the moment that I had exported and imported and made everything work out (seamlessly and smoothly, thanks GoDaddy!) I started to have this nagging feeling that something wasn't right. I had found a theme I liked and I knew how to post and add images and all of the lovely things a blog needs from the blog I write for as my big kid job but the thing is, I didn't feel like I had the control to make things look and feel the way I wanted them to. It was easy, but I felt like I had lost a part of what makes me love blogging, learning how to make my site look and feel the way I want it to.

So after just over a month, I'm back on blogger. And it's like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. The transition wasn't easy. Every single time that you google "wordpress to blogger" it switches the words around and you get results for "blogger to wordpress" but I finally figured out converter and it ended up being INCREDIBLY easy. I may not have the sleek, beautiful theme anymore, but I have the opportunity to make my little corner of the internet world my own again.


Low Expectations

A few summers ago I was given the most unexpected advice of my life. We were celebrating my aunt's and uncle's wedding anniversaries (I have two sets and we were celebrating both sets) and asked them what advice they had for everyone on having a long and happy marriage. Among things like "say I love you" and "remember to say please and thank you" my aunt came up with something incredible that I have tried to remember in all aspects of my life. It sounds crazy, but once explained it makes a lot of sense.

"Low expectations."

She said it almost immediately and we all burst out with nervous laughter not quite sure how to respond. But she just smiled, and explained to us that if she didn't expect my uncle to be home at 5 o'clock ready to have dinner and spend time together, she wasn't disappointed when he had to work late, or things didn't go according to plan.

I've given the same advice to my friends who have gotten married and regularly try to remind myself that the only reason why I'm upset or feeling disappointed may be that my expectations were too high. I don't want you to think that what I'm saying is that you should settle. That is not at all what I think of when I think "low expectations".

I like to think of it more as communication advise and ultimately a communication goal. If I never express my expectations for a day or an event, how can I legitimately expect other people to have the same expectations?

Since leaving my job at the jewelry store, I've managed to be working three different jobs. So when I'm not working, I want to spend my time enjoying my life and the people in it. This past week I only had one day off of work so I had been looking forward to it all week. The problems arose when I didn't express my excitement or expectations that my day off would include a dinner date and hike or some other type of fun activity with my PIC.

From the moment the day started, things didn't go as planned and I ended up feeling grumpy and let down all day. Had I lowered my expectations that things would go perfectly (because lesbihonest, they never do) and communicated what my expectations were more clearly, I probably would have had a much better day.

It's hard to take your own advise sometimes and even harder to admit that you might be the one that caused your bad day. But the amazing thing is that it's actually easier than letting it ruin the rest of your day, or night, or starting a fight over the fact that someone didn't do something they didn't know you wanted them to do.

So next time you're having a bad day and everything seems like its going wrong, ask yourself about your expectations for the day. Were they realistic? Does anyone but you know that they're your expectations?

Food for thought...


I'm turning into my mother

I recently read a post by my favorite blogger, Taylor who writes The Daily Tay, about the ways she is turning into her mother. Taylor’s post was written in honor of her mom’s birthday but I found it interesting because they say by 25 women start to really turn into their moms...and I’ve increasingly found myself doing things that my mom does. So thank you Taylor, for the idea of just how to put what I’ve been feeling myself do into words. Here are the 16 ways that I am turning into my mom.

  1. I listen to NPR so loudly that with the windows rolled up you can hear it perfectly outside of the car.

  2. I may not immediately agree with you, but I’ll hear you out with an open mind. We don’t have to have the same thoughts or feelings and I’m glad we don’t, it adds spice to life.

  3. My makeup routine often consists of some concealer and mascara only. That is if I bother to put on makeup at all.

  4. Thankfully, I’ve inherited her amazing cheerleading skills. If there is someone or something I believe in, I will be the most dedicated and loudest cheerleader for them/it.

  5. I eat popcorn before bed almost every night and it may or may not be my favorite food.

  6. When I get mad, I clean. And if I'm really mad...you're going to be cleaning too.

  7. Although my nails may not always be painted (mine are more often than hers), they will always be perfectly kept, clean, and short.

  8. My thermostat in the winter will always be set around 61 degrees (65 degrees max). If you're cold, you probably need to put on more clothes or invest in some slippers.

  9. My earring collection is slowly growing larger and larger but I usually just have my diamond studs in my second holes and nothing in my first. If I do have something in my first hole…it’s probably dangly and looks like it came from New Mexico.

  10. I firmly believe that there is no better feeling than “getting easy” and putting on my jammies at the end of the day.

  11. My independent (and stubborn) streak comes directly from my mother. I’ve never met a more independent, strong, and stubborn woman in my life and I like to think that all of those traits are a good thing. In myself and in her!

  12. I wear slippers around the house at all times. I’m especially partial to the fleecy ones.

  13. I always take a “light wrap” with me when I leave the house. You never know when you’re going to need it so it’s better to have one than complain about being cold.

  14. I’m hypersensitive. But I don’t see that as a bad thing…I just feel things very readily. Sometimes that means I get hurt more easily but it usually just means I’m very aware of other peoples feelings, both good and bad.

  15. Sweaters, vests, corduroys, and scarves are my jam.

  16. I look exactly like her. I always have, and I hope I always will. It would mean that I’ll age gracefully and have just the right amount of smile lines to show how blessed I’ve been in my life.
Yes, it's blurry, and yes, I'm crying...but my mom had just shown up on my birthday!

There you have it. 16 ways that I am turning into my mom. I know that there are more and I know that there will be more as time goes by. Thanks again to Taylor for the inspiration for this post and thanks to my mom, you’re one heck of a role model and I’m incredibly proud to be turning into you.