When We Make Plans, God Laughs!

God_LaughsToday, I have it on my heart to share with all of you an amazing story of love and blessings. One of my younger sisters has always wanted children since we were very young. It was something she always spoke of and could hardly wait for. Her huge heart was ready to love lots and lots of babies, but unfortunately, soon after she was married, she found that her dream family was going to be a lot more difficult than the average family.

After going through all sorts of medical treatments, her and her husband decided on Invitro Insemination as the method to start their family. I wont go into too much detail, but her twin boys were born happy and healthy. A bit later, they decided to have another child through this same method. Another son was born and they now have three beautiful and healthy children.

They felt so blessed and overjoyed to have all those little feet running around. They felt that their family was complete, and they were so blessed. However, just when we decide that our life is exactly how we want it to be and everything is planned out, God tends to laugh, and remind us that really, our lives are in his hands.

Recently my sister called to share some news with me. She was feeling very sick, gaining wait, and decided to take a pregnancy test. The miracle in all of this was that, without any help, any medical care, and certainly without their usual method of invitro insemination and lots of prayers, they had become pregnant! Fast-forward to today when she was finally able to get an appointment with her doctor to check everything out. Today, she found that she has a healthy little baby growing inside her! What a fantastic little miracle.

This little story serves as a reminder that in our darkest hours, we are still loved. When we least expect it, miracles happen. When we make plans, God laughs! And most importantly, love is all around us.

Don’t forget to head over to With Love Paper Goods for Sara’s post today as part of our 28 Days of Adding Happiness series. Much love!

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Monday’s are Magical – Pink Hair Don’t Care

As some of you probably know by now, I recently colored my hair pink. It was a decision many, many years in the making, and the right time was finally now. Although I certainly don’t feel that I must defend this decision, I do have an explanation.  Even my husband is on board with my #pinkhairdontcare choice! Pink Hair Don't Care  Coloring my hair was something I had always wanted to do. To be honest, the first memory I have of colored hair was actually done on a dog. I thought it was so cute, and I really wanted it for myself, however, it never really made sense. Under the roof of my parents, I probably would have been grounded until I was 50, and after graduation and my move to California, I was still trying to figure everything out and get a decent job. It had always been impressed upon me that “normal” was the only way to be if I wanted a good job and “normal” did not include colored hair.

The first time I ever went crazy with my hair, it really wasn’t crazy at all. I was with my gal pal, Charlie at the mall and found some Mohawk hair product. We went straight back to my place where I proceeded to give myself a short Mohawk and die it so black that it almost looked blue. Since I was in the army at the time, I had to cut it in a way that I could wear it down at work, so I didn’t get in trouble for the cut, but I did get in trouble for the color which I had to immediately change. Here’s a picture of me growing out the Mohawk:

Mohawk Hair After that experience, I stayed inside the lines for the most part. I only used hair colors that were basically natural until I got out of the military. Then, I decided to put one small streak of hot pink in the front of my hair. I liked it, but it didn’t last long. Again, the boss wasn’t pleased, so I had to get rid of it pretty quickly. About a year later, I decided to go blond. It wasn’t very pretty on me. Going from a dark brown to blond overnight produces an ugly warm blond color in my hair that just wasn’t attractive. After a few months, I went back to normal. Then, a few days later, I decided to put a few streaks of blue and purple in my hair. That was a lot of fun until again, I got a corporate job and the boss frowned upon my colorful hair. Back to normal again!

Are you beginning to see a pattern here? It seems like every time I do something fun with my hair, my boss gets mad. For some reason, colored hair is frowned upon, and those that have colored hair get strange glances from people wherever they go. I almost feel as though colored hair is more horrific to the average boss than a body full of tattoos. At least that’s how it feels!

However, I have found myself intrigued by both tattoos and colored hair. I’ve never seen either as a bad thing, or looked at either with a raised eyebrow. I love when I see someone with tattoos or colorful hair. I think it’s beautiful. For the most part, I don’t even think that they do it for attention. I think they do it because they can and because they want to. Everyday people wear their favorite color clothing, drive their favorite color car, and decorate their homes with their favorite color, so why must it be so taboo to color your hair with your favorite color?

Back in June I announced my new, full-time job – working for myself from home as the CEO and Creative Director of Pretty Much (See that post here). I no longer had a corporate job in which I had to keep the boss happy. I was finally in charge and could do what I wanted with my hair. I’d been waiting forever for this opportunity, and I was pretty darn excited. I talked to my husband about it, and even he was on-board. So, just before we left for vacation, I went in and had my hair colored pink. I had a professional do it to ensure that despite the wild color, it would still look good and wouldn’t look tacky or trashy.

pinkhairdontcare2 pinkhairdontcare3My thought process, and the argument I used to win my husband over on the idea was that if I were given the choice between two different creative professionals to decorate my wedding and create my stationary, the first one I would check into would be the one with pink hair over the one with regular brown hair. I’m not saying that brown hair is bad or boring or that you shouldn’t have it, but I know from my personal experience that pink hair defiantly makes a create statement and brings out my personality.

So far, after nearly two weeks as a pink headed lady, I still love every inch of the pink. I still feel confident in my choice as well. It makes me really happy to know that there isn’t a single person that can tell me to change it or to fix it. I love that I can have pink hair. In a way, you might say “I left my 9-5 for this!”

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20 Things You Probably Don’t Know About Me

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  1. I have studied at 9 different colleges and universities because I’ve moved around that much!
  2. I once had a Mohawk, and it was blue.
  3. I have eight younger siblings:  5 sisters and 3 brothers.
  4. In middle school, I won the read-a-thon- three years in a row just so that I could donate the grand prize ( a mountain bike) to our school’s huge fundraiser auction.
  5. I’m addicted to The Voice despite it being rigged.
  6. I try my best to follow a vegan lifestyle for the amazing health benefits it has given me, but every once in a while I indulge in real Ice cream or a steak. I know – I’m horrible!
  7. I celebrate my birthday for a week because I love to celebrate, and I even celebrate my half-birthday. This year, I’m not quite as excited to do that though – it will be the big 3-0!
  8. I have a small heart. No, literally! My heart is slightly smaller than normal.
  9. In fourth grade I got my hair chopped off. When my husband saw that school picture for the first time he said, “I didn’t know you had a twin brother!”
  10. In my early twenties, I survived on monster coffees and milky way candy bars for long periods of time.
  11. I lost a really nice pair of glasses (before I had PRK) in the Rhine River in Germany while I was there after being medevac’d from Iraq.
  12.  The lowest grade I ever received in school was a B+ until my senior year when I got a D on my final exam in World Religions. I went to a Catholic School. The next time a ever got a low grade was when I got a C at the age of 29 because apparently when you are excused from class to have a major surgery, that doesn’t mean that you can make up the work. I cried!
  13.  I have an unreasonable and irrational fear of heights. I have had numerous conversations with my brain about getting over this silly fear, but it refuses to listen.
  14.  I got my first gray hair at age 21 and it was in my eyebrow!
  15. It is best for the greater good of the world to not argue with me. I will not let you win. We will argue, even if I am wrong, until you give up and agree that I am right. I have attempted to break this awful habit, but thus far, I have failed.
  16. I should have hit adulthood during the roaring twenties. During my teenage years and into my twenties, I was a true flapper at heart. I even dressed as one to go to my senior prom.
  17. I have a crush on Robert Downey Jr.
  18. I hate carpet. I think it is the most disgusting flooring option available. We have carpet in our house. Yuck!
  19. I have a very (un)healthy attraction to glitter, especially gold glitter. I once glued glitter to my eyelashes with super glue. Please do not ever do that.
  20. My studio has enough craft supplies within it to open a small craft store. You think I’m kidding…but I’m really not!