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I feel as though the men of the world are playing a joke on me. So, let’s be honest. Let’s get real. I remember a time, a simpler time, when men were MEN and women were WOMEN and we didn’t try to dress like the opposite sex! I am of course speaking of skinny jeans. I don’t wanna see men in them! I am going to leave it at that. I don’t wanna see men getting manicures. Sure, you can argue the word “man” is in “MANicure” all you want. BOTTOM LINE: I DON’T WANNA SEE YOU UP IN MY NAIL SALON, SITTING BESIDE ME LIKE IT’S ALL NORMAL, GETTIN’ YO NAILS DID! Not ok, sir! Can’t you go to like a dude salon?! THEY HAVE THOSE, YOU KNOW! I also don’t care to see men getting pedicures. I can appreciate that you don’t want your feet to look like…

Imagine if a job interview had a baby with a blind date. Now picture that baby. On crack. That is the very essence of an audition. It is the job interview for your dream job. You also want that person (or people) to fall in love with you and think they cannot do their project without you. But – they’re looking for something. They may not even know what “it” is until they see it. But you have to somehow be “it”! They don’t want you to do what you think they want you to do, they want to see your interpretation of the material. Or on the other hand, they will just flat-out tell you what they want you to do. Every situation is different! I have to say, one major component of this dream I have not looked forward to is the auditioning process. Especially for me, a beginner, trying to get my foot…

As I reflected upon my 9/11 memories and read others last week, I began to think. I saw countless tweets and Facebook status updates that read, “We won’t forget.”, and the like. Here’s my hypothesis: we can REMEMBER with our actions. Let’s honor lives lost on 9/11 by living lives that matter – making every moment count. Live a life of meaning and purpose by loving others. For our Firemen, let’s be people worth walking through fire for. For our Police Officers, let’s be people worth protecting and serving. For our soldiers, let’s be people with dying for. For our friends, family and neighbors, let’s love in a way like never before.

My dad, husband and I planned a trip in July 2001 for December of that year to take a bite outta the Big Apple. 3 months later, all of our lives forever changed as a Nation. As the date of our trip approached, many people asked my family if we still planned to go. We talked about it, and decided to proceed. Friends told us we were nuts. Especially after some idiot was arrested with a shoe bomb. (You can thank THAT moron for having to take off your shoes at airport security.) The experience that year will never measure up to any trip to New York since. The people of that city are remarkably resilient – made of steel and possibly teflon. And, for a few days, I got to share their pain. I was able to grieve with them. I got to see the damage at ground zero first…

Yesterday, I began a trip down memory lane. Here is my recollection of 9/11. To fully understand my heart on the matter, start here… The morning of September 11th, I rushed out the door to work, like most. Music blaring on my CD player. I had no clue that the world had just been turned upside down. I was a Sales Assistant for 2 franchise Marriott properties, and my office was located in the basement of a Portland area hotel. I entered down below, as I did every day, passing through the break room to go to my office. Something caught my eye this time. Several staff stood in front of the break room tv with open mouths at the sight of planes crashing into buildings. I gasped. What just happened?! At this point, it was not being reported that these were acts of terrorism. It was still very early. I immediately ran upstairs toward…

I debated writing this for almost a month. As the day approached I deleted multiple drafts. I feel like my 9/11 experience pales in comparison to those who reside in the great state of New York, and to those who lost loved ones. I in no way want to diminish or make light of any of this. I really want to honor the memory of those who lost their lives that day. But where do I start? 1997 was the first time I visited New York. I am from the San Francisco Bay Area. The hustle and bustle of Silicon Valley in its prime cannot even compare to the action of the Big Apple. New York is a living organism. It is a living, breathing thing. It has a personality. Boy, does it have an abundance of personality. Attitude. Loud. Never sleeps. There is truly no place like it on earth.…

I am not going to name names here, as that is not my style. I just want to float this out there to all service personnel. Why on earth would you think it’s ok to use the restroom in my home while conducting your business? A few years ago, a technician from a cable provider asked my husband to use the restroom. This made hubs feel very uncomfortable, and he reluctantly agreed. The tech proceeded to shift his weight (potty dance) and ask, “Are you sure? It’s number 2.” I affectionately call this “the time the cable guy pooped at my house”. UNACCEPTABLE, SIR! We recently moved, and I setup for several utilities to get activated at the new place before we moved in. When a tech arrived between the ridiculous window of time given (which will be ANOTHER blog for ANOTHER time) to perform his duty (pun intended) he asked me moments…

Meet my friend, Jeni Bullis. She has reluctantly agreed to contribute to my blog. She is incredibly humble. I admire her character and she inspires me to be a better person and Jesus follower. I am not at all sure why she loves me – because I am TURRRRRIBLE! But, I am thankful. Jeni and I have planned women’s events together and I have always enjoyed her teaching. So, that is what I asked her to contribute here. My only instruction to her was “Make it Jesus-y.” I love her. You will, too. Enjoy this intro into her contributions. I became a Christian at age 19.  The condition of my heart and life had become such that it was clear to me that I was broken and in need of a Savior.  It was a drastic change in every aspect of my life.  One thing that became very clear to me was…

Meet my friend, Jeni Bullis. She has reluctantly agreed to contribute to my blog. She is incredibly humble. I admire her character and she inspires me to be a better person and Jesus follower. I am not at all sure why she loves me – because I am TURRRRRIBLE! But, I am thankful. Jeni and I have planned women’s events together and I have always enjoyed her teaching. So, that is what I asked her to contribute here. My only instruction to her was “Make it Jesus-y.” I love her. You will, too. Enjoy this intro into her contributions. I became a Christian at age 19.  The condition of my heart and life had become such that it was clear to me that I was broken and in need of a Savior.  It was a drastic change in every aspect of my life.  One thing that became very clear to me was…

Today’s post is by one of my very best friends on the planet, Steve Glavan. Steve and I met about 6 years ago. He was a pastor on staff at our church and I got to know him as my choir director. His friendship and counsel played a major role in my husband’s and my return to ministry after 4 years. (For a brief stint, we even had cubicles next to each other when I came to work at the church 5 years ago, and I can neither confirm nor deny spontaneous song & dance numbers.) His family has become family to us, and I love and respect him and his amazing wife, Caryl. Follow Steve on twitter @sglavan. Let’s start with a simple truth: I am not a tool guy. To be more specific, I am a total loser when it comes to any kind of home repair, home…