My Little Gentlemen

I'm embarrassed about how late this is, but here's their official introduction. Meet Jack and Walter. They're named after the famous Odd Couple duo- Jack Lemmon and Walter Matthau. I got them back in October, and they've been such a wonderful addition to my life! They're brothers, they're about 9 months old, and they are full grown. At first look, they're identical, but the more you get to know them, the easier it is to tell them apart. Jack is significantly smaller than Walter and has smaller features. His ears are shorter and his face is more smooshed (is that a word?). Walter has longer ears and a pointier nose. He's a bit more adventurous than Jack, but he is also friendlier. Jack is still really timid, but he's opening up.

Here are some pictures Jack:

And here are some of Walter:

 

 

They make an adorable pair:

 

We've really been bonding as of late, since they're getting a lot more comfortable with me petting and holding them. My favorite moment with them so far happened last Saturday night. I was hanging out with them (I usually sit or lay on the floor so that we're at the same level), and they came over and started licking my forehead. That was the first time they ever licked me, and it was glorious. I'm holding out for more licking sessions in the future.

Wednesday Makeovers

Little did I know when I woke up yesterday morning that I would be the victim of a Mary Kay makeover and consultation session. Had I known this, I would have stayed in bed.

It was a normal day. I cringed when my alarm clock went off and waited my turn to jump in the shower. I got to work and shuffled papers around to pretend I was busy. Ok, that part is a lie. I was actually busy, but not too busy to grab lunch with one of my lovely lady friends. I always look forward to our lunches together. This lunch was particularly special, because she told me about a "free makeover session" that she had been invited to by another friend. She asked if I wanted to join, and since I didn't have any plans for the evening, I reluctantly said yes, not knowing what I was getting myself into.

We weren't really sure what to expect, since we didn't have any details. I was hoping for a haircut and some major skin rejuvenation. But when we pulled up to the place and saw that the car in front of us had a Mary Kay sticker on it, we knew we were doomed. This is exactly what we were dreading. No haircut for me. So we plastered smiles onto our faces and walked into the party, leaving our wallets in the car lest we be guilted (or tempted) into buying anything. The table was set up with 5 mirrors and little makeup kits, ready to be used.

We all sat down at the table, ready to get this over with (I mean, for the fun to begin). The Mary Kay consultant started explaining what each squirt of liquid on our makeup pallets was for, and then demonstrated how we were to cleanse, exfoliate, moisturize, and apply makeup to our faces. There were about 12 steps in total, a bit above average for my daily makeup routine. During her demonstration, she proceeded to explain how necessary it is that we all start using these age-defying products now, because it's much easier to prevent our faces from aging than to repair them once we look like grandmothers. I was enlightened on the fact that once I turned 18, my skin started to age, and that by the time I'm in my 50s, all the color will be gone from my lips and cheeks, and I'll essentially be gray, which will, of course, require that I use even more Mary Kay products. How convenient for Mary Kay.

Some of the products that we sampled.

After we gave ourselves the makeovers (definitely not as fun as having someone else give you one), we each had to meet with the consultant to discuss any questions we had or to order any products we were interested in. I passed on both accounts. Sorry, but my Dave Ramsey budget (I'll have to write a blog on that experience) just won't allow for the purchase of any more makeup this month.

On our way back from the makeover party, my girlfriend and I could not stop laughing at how ridiculous the whole thing was. The makeup she had given me to use was the wrong shade, so my face looked at least 4.3 times darker than the rest of my body. Not my best look. Thankfully, I was going home to bed and did not need to show my face to anyone but the bunnies. They seemed to take it ok.

I survived my first (and last) Mary Kay makeup consultancy, leaving with the same amount of money in my wallet as I came with. Not too shabby, but certainly not how I would spend a typical Wednesday evening.

*To all you Mary Kay lovers out there: I'm not trying to hate on you. I wear makeup just like anyone else. The difference is that I don't throw parties to celebrate it. :)

A Christmas Reminder

It's Christmas Eve, and from anyone's perspective, it's been a successful one. The whole family is together to celebrate, there is a rather large pile of presents under our tree, my mom prepared a Christmas ham for lunch, and we all sat by a cozy fire and ate pumpkin pie and homemade fudge while opening presents  (one of our family traditions is for each person to open one present on Christmas Eve, but to save the rest for Christmas day).

To end our evening, we went to a Christmas Eve service. Not only is this another family tradition, but it's also an obligation, at least for my dad. He's the pastor of a small church in Dearborn, Michigan (think ghetto Detroit). It takes about an hour to drive from our cookie cutter home in the suburbs to the church, which is in the middle of a hurting community in which about one out of every three buildings is borded up, there are liquor stores on every corner, and I would actually encourage Albert to bring his gun along (if you know me, you know this rarely happens).

So we went to church, enjoyed a Christmas skit by the children, sang a number of Christmas hymns, and lit candles to commemorate the night when Jesus came into the world. It was nice, but I would hardly say that I was moved. In fact, I was really just looking forward to starting the hour-long drive back to our cozy house to partake in more Christmas festivities. After a few minutes of post-service mingling, we piled back into our 2002 Toyota minivan and took off for home.

The only good thing about driving through the hood is that gas is cheap, and my dad made sure to bring cash. There's a particular gas station where he always stops. We pulled up, and he got out of the car to pump gas. Since he was paying with cash, he had to go inside to give money to the teller. So he walked toward the station and as he did so, I noticed a man who was loitering outside the store approach him. I reacted the way I typically do when I see people like that.

"He's just going to ask for money," I thought to myself. "They all ask for money, and they all use it for the same thing." A neon lotto sign flashed in the background as my dad came out of the store. When he did, the man approached him, and I could see that he was saying something. He followed my dad to the car, and my dad handed him a couple of bucks. When I saw the man's face, he became real to me. He was no longer just a bum on the corner begging for change. He became a person. A person with needs and wants and hopes and dreams, just like me. And he is spending Christmas Eve in the freezing cold at a gas station.

I asked my mom if we had any food in the car, and it just so happened that we had some apple sauce. So my mom got out of the car to talk to him as my dad continued pumping gas. She asked if he wanted some apple sauce, and he said "Yes, that would be great." As they exchanged words and my mom handed him the apple sauce, he gave her a hug. Tears started flowing down my face, as the reality of what so many people are facing this time of year really hit home. Here I was wearing a flashy new watch and anticipating all the other presents I would be opening tomorrow, while this man-and so many others like him-are just looking forward to their next meal.

Wow. This really put things in perspective for me. With all the hustle and bustle of Christmas preparation-shopping for presents and planning nice meals, trimming the tree and decking the halls-I failed to prepare for the most important part of Christmas: Christ. Preparing for Christ means getting our hearts ready to not only receive him, but also to share him. It's about remembering who he is and why he came. He came to serve the least of these. Christmas presents are nice, but they have no intrinsic value. And when I'm surrounded by hurting people, presents really aren't even that exciting to receive. I failed, once again, to focus on the true meaning of Christmas. Shame on me for being so selfish that during this Christmas season, I haven't looked beyond my own wants to find a way to bless those around me.

I still love all the sentimental things that surround Christmas, and I'm sure I always will. But I need to add another tradition-sharing the love of Christ with those in my community who are less fortunate that I am. It's a simple gesture that can mean a lot, both for those I reach out to and for me. As we drove away from the gas station, I prayed for that man and his family. Only God knows what his needs are, and only God can bring healing in his life. But I am so thankful that God put him in my path to remind me about what's really important.

I hope that as you celebrate Christmas, you, like I was tonight, are reminded of the true meaning of Christmas. Celebrate the birth of Jesus, God's Son, who came not to give shiny presents, but to bring hope to the hopeless and new life to those who are lost.

Merry Christmas.

Making a Fall Wreath

If you haven't yet, read my last blog about Getting into Fall. It will set the mood for this fun activity. As I thought about decorating for fall, I realized that I didn't have a fall wreath, and everyone needs a fall wreath! So I googled it to see if I could find any cool ideas to copy. I found one! It's from a blog called Crafting Mom (I know, I know. Totally nerdy. But I loved it!). Her idea was to make roses with felt and hot glue them onto a wreath. Perfect. So I picked up some felt in a few fall colors and got to work. 

A couple of years ago, I found a 10' strand of branches at a garage sale. I figured I would find a use for it one day. And I did!

 Here are the colors that I used for the wreath: burgundy, brown, tan and gold.

I cut a piece of the branches that was the size I was looking for. I think my wreath is about a foot to a foot and a half in diameter.

Then I had to find a way to bind the branches together. I figured a rubber band would probably be the best choice, and it ended up being pretty easy to do. It would obviously be much easier to start with a pre-made wooden wreath, so I recommend doing that.

To disguise the rubber band, I found a golden yellow ribbon that added a really nice touch to the wreath.

 Now to make the roses. I cut the felt into circles (anywhere between 4" and 8" in diameter). It helps to have special fabric cutting scissors, but as long as your scissors are sharp, you should be fine.

Then I cut the circles into fairly wide swirls. Starting from the center and working my way outside, I begin to wrap the felt swirls into the shape of roses. I used my hot glue gun occasionally to glue the roses together.

 It ended up being easier than I thought it would.

 Baby roses!

I arranged the roses the way I wanted them and hot glued them onto the wreath. My only regret is that I didn't buy use any gold/orange felt roses. I might add some next year, but for now, here's my wreath! 

Getting into Fall!

Man, I've really been slacking on the blogs recently. Life just keeps getting in the way. I've been intentional about documenting things with my camera, but I haven't actually had the time to share them on my blog.

To recap- It's fall. I LOVE FALL! It's not something that I had the opportunity to fully partake in growing up in southern California, and although southern California is one of my favorite places on earth, I truly do enjoy fall on the east coast. Reasons I love fall: the cool, crisp weather (no more humidity!!!); the beautiful colors; anything and everything pumpkin; apple picking; Halloween; Thanksgiving; and coziness. I've been doing my best to enjoy all of these things this fall.

Since I'm new to the whole having my own place thing, I'm still figuring out how to decorate seasonally. I don't really have many warm colors around my house (I love bold and bright), so I decided I needed to tone things down a bit in order to create a suitable environment in which to enjoy the things I love most about fall. So, I went out and bought a few mini pumpkins and gourds, as well as a beautiful golden colored mum. I also found some beautiful leaves and acorns around my neighborhood and have used those as decorations in my table centerpiece.

While all of those things are great and added fall flavor to my house, I felt the need to get a bit more creative, so I took a trip to JoAnn's and found some lovely fabric. Table runner time!

I'm a bit rusty on my sewing, since I haven't pulled out my machine for almost a year, but after a good deal of effort and a lot of seam ripping, I finished my table runner. You can see the miniature  cheesecakes displayed on the final product:

So, to sum it all up: Fall is great, and I've been enjoying it immensely. Stay tuned for upcoming blogs about some great fall foods!