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  When you're a little girl, no one has to tell you you're beautiful. You know it. It's a part of who you are. I remember when I was little, I would play around and pretend I was a princess and any old boy that came along could be my prince. If I recall correctly, I also thought I was pretty darn gorgeous. Basically I was a little party girl, and we have pictures to prove it.
 
  Somewhere along the line, that changes. You get older and more self-conscious...then your first real crush decides he doesn't like you and calls you a freak. Suddenly you're unbeautiful, and you feel lost. You want to know what beauty is and how you can achieve it. You want to know how you spent your whole life never knowing you were a hideous pig that no one liked.

  That's when American culture swoops in on its vulnerable prey. It offers you a solution to your 'ugly' problem. "If you're slim enough, he'll like you!" "If you buy this makeup, you'll be pretty!" "If you wear this type of clothes, he'll want to go out with you!" You buy into it, not knowing that beauty cannot be defined, and even if you look like Angelina Jolie, not everyone is going to faint in your presence.

  You want to be pretty, so you do whatever you can. Even if that means starving yourself or throwing up your food after you're done eating it, or popping dietting pills.

  It doesn't end there, either.

  You have to match up the color of your eyes to the color of eyeshadow that would best bring out the color. You have to find the right top for the kind of top to go with your body shape ('Are you slim, pear shaped, or curvy?'). You have to go to the store and buy a tshirt, just HOPING that it doesn't show up in TeenPeople on a 'What Not to Wear' list. And because beauty is based on perception, one person might say purple goes best with green eyes, and someone else might say blue. What are you to do then? Geez-o-pete, that's a catastrophe...You mean there isn't a set answer for these kinds of things??? Is it purple or blue, come on people!!!

  Did you know that in the early 1900s, it was considered beautiful to be of larger size? Yeah, that's right, LARGER size. Things changed in maybe the 20s, when you were supposed to have a sort of boyish figure. Then came Marilyn Monroe...Suddenly 'big' isn't so bad anymore. You have to have *****, like her. And in order to have *****, you have to have a little meat on your bones. You know what the standard is now? A mixture of both. It's 'beautiful' to not only have huge *****, but a really tiny body. Good lord, how are people supposed to keep up???

  You want to know something even more 'bizarre'? I was reading in a magazine the other day that in some country in Africa, it's considered beautiful to color your teeth black and put a big clay disc in your bottom lip. No lies.

  Want to know something else? Did you know that if a woman had a neck as small as Barbie's, it wouldn't be strong enough to hold up her neck? If she had a waist as small as Barbie's, it wouldn't be strong enough to support her huge chest? And if someone had feet as small as Barbie's they wouldn't be able to walk?

  The point of all this? Beauty is based on perception. If a guy doesn't like you for who you are, who cares? Find someone that does, but always be yourself. Someday, someone's going to come along that things you're the most gorgeous thing on the planet, no matter how much you weigh or what your hair looks like or what kind of clothes you wear. Why would you want to miss him because you're too busy barfing up your lunch for Mr. Arrogant???

  "Beauty is in the eye of the Beholder."

leaving

Hello all, I have decided to quit using HSB. I do however have a Battlecry the URL is http://battlecry.com/battleplan.php?username=Chimpzrool. Come and visit me!

God bless

~Kameron

NEW Blog

Hey everybody -
For the last few weeks I have been blogging elsewhere - and I just wanted to come here and let you know how much I hope you'll visit me there.  I heard that great new things are happening here - like a new server, which is really exciting - but I am not sure if I'll be back to this blog or not at this point.
If you are interested come visit me here at my new blog!  
Hope to see you there! 

Thank you Secret Sister

Today I got a beautiful hand-made card from my Secret Sister.  It was very beautiful - and a kind note.  I wanted to say thanks!

Also, I am attempting to start a new blog elsewhere as it took me three attempts and more time than I care to mention to log in just to post this simple note.  I'd like to have a more reliable and less frustrating blogging experience.  I have appreciated Homeschoolblogger so much - and met some great women here - but I do hope some of you will come and visit me at my new blog.    Until further notice, this blog is orphaned.     What a shame - as you can tell from what all has been done here, my archives and the number of posts I have made - I have put my heart into this blog - but it does me no good if I cannot reliably access it.  I have not even enjoyed blogging in a couple of months because of it.  I hope to find the joy of blogging again soon! 

updating

ok, so i finaly decided i would update my blog. ok, i am not going to make it to Italy and France, God had his ways of saying that it was not my time to go on this trip, but he did not say that he doesn't want me to go there, i still believe that i am supposed to go to France, just not this year. Global expeditions got me on track of where God wants me to go. We will see what happens in a year or two.

 

But any way, about a month ago i tried out for a play at a local theater called the Old opera house.  And i got in the play, my role is a 15 YO catholic boy living in the 50's, and the basic story line is that my little brother, Rudy decideds he doesn''t want to be Catholic, so long story short, Rudy sends the Family into turmoil.

 

This weekend i am going to be going to winter camp with my youth group, this will be my second year going. Last year was incredible! It got people on fire for God in ways you can't possibly imagine. So, i am escided about that.

 

and lastly, I had an unforgetably expiercience at the Doctors office the other day, i went in just for a check up, everything was going fine, and I also had to get a tetnis shot, Tetnis shot, no big deal right? So i got the tetnis shot, and left the room, and when i walked into the lobby, the room started to fade, and i figured it was nothing, it will pass. but then the next thing i know, there are three nurses standing arround me asking how many fingers i see, i wanted to go all litteral about it and count all of the fingers in the room, but they didn't seem like they much of a sence of humor, so i answered 2, like everyone could see that there were 2 fingers that she was holding up, but anyway, i was waited on, i mean i got a free sprite, they brought me a pillow, and 2 cookies, how can you beat that? So, that was quite an adventure.

 

Well that is all for now, i will try to post better from now on.

 

~Kameron 

Pics of my Hair

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and without further adieu ......   - Okay - it's not me - but this is pretty much what I look like right now - only a LOT less cute.  I caught my girls making fun of me behind my back while I was reading aloud this afternoon!   How rude!?!

What a Day!

Today started off with a bang!  Quite literally!  A grouchy husband dropped something on his way out the door at 6:30 am and I never went back to sleep.   I decided to use my nervous energy (I never really do recover when I wake up with a start like that!)  to clean out the area around my desk.  Around 7:30 a lady that I met at church called – Kendra has been making friends with her daughter and telling her she should “quit school and get a REAL life” – and giving her the whole “unschooling” schpiel.   The mom said that they had been reading a book that Kendra loaned to her daughter, and she wondered if she could stop by and talk with me.  My first thought was “Oh no!”  I thought we had made her mad.  But when she got here it was a pleasant surprise – she is considering letting her daughter pull out of school and Homeschool/unschool!     This girl is the head of the flag squad, and very involved in so many activities at her school, but her mom said that school has gotten harder and harder – too much workload, and too much pressure – and never any time to live a life.  What a fun job to get to be the one to tell her it didn’t have to be that way! 

I looked some things up on the HSLDA website – because as I spoke with this woman, I wasn’t sure that I had a full grasp on the Texas state Homeschooling laws.   I found more about them on the THSC site.  However, when I was perusing the HSLDA site, out of curiosity I found out that a secretary in Jefferson County where I used to live had sent out letters to homeschoolers in that county that contradicted Homeschool law.  Just a reminder to those of us who Homeschool to stay informed about the laws of your state!

THEN I had to go and pay our taxes.  I got a little education about the differences in how things work here and what I was used to in WV.    That was a difficult check to write!  OUCH!  When we refinance in 2 years, I am going to have the taxes and insurance rolled INTO our loan.  I’ll never do it the other way again!

             Late this afternoon – I did it.  I have debated about it for months now – on and off again.  I have worried that I would hate it – but I don’t.   Actually I love it – once it stops stinking – yep – I went and got me all permed up!   J  Ha haa!   I have been so frustrated with my hair l   Anyway – my husband says he loves me and I’m cute even if I do stink! 

                Okay – I’ll post more later – I have some pictures of the kids updated bedrooms that I wanted to post later – but there was just way too much that went on today!   Sorry about the rambling post – thanks for hanging on until the end.  I bit you adieu!

Save Me a Seat in the ADD Section

We have been attending a new church that is actually right around the corner from our house, and while it has paramount differences from everything we are used to, we are definitely feeling our hearts tugged, our souls warmed and our spirits fed while we are there.  The service and style are far more traditional than we are used to, in many ways.   The music is ALL hymns when we were used to a more contemporary service, and while I find “worship” slightly strained at times, I find the meditation on these long standing hymns of the faith is a joy.  Kullen and I had a “lightbulb” moment one Sunday when I pointed out that one of the hymns we were singing was by Fanny Crosby, whose biography we had read a couple years ago.   I am also thankful that my children seem to know more of them than I thought, considering that they seldom heard hymns in our previous churches.  The congregation has a majority of older folks, but they are unexpectedly warm and gracious with our whole family, including my 9 year old son.   (Oh yeah, and they never snubbed me, not even once because I wear jeans every Sunday!)   One thing that is taking some getting used to is sitting in the middle the ADD section at church – meaning my hubby and my son.  Kullen puts his feet on the pews in front of us, uses his clipboard to fan himself in wide, sweeping motions distracting other parishioners up to 3 or 4 pews back, and just about any disruptive thing he can think to do.  I am sympathetic, as I know how difficult it is for him to sit still – but it makes it VERY difficult for me to fully engage my brain in the sermon.  My hubby, while not up to the same antics as his son, gets restless at times, and I can feel it.  Isn’t that weird?  There is no such thing as “children’s church” where the children are dismissed to their own mini-sermon and activities – the children actually *gasp* sit through church with their parents.  And while I am distracted, I am trying to remember that this is a season of training for our family. 

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