Reminder.

Don't forget!!  I live at this blog now!!  http://shabbysparrow.blogspot.com/2011/05/unread-letters-personal-musings.html

Blog Switch!

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Thirty One.

Today, I am 31.

Thirty one.

31.

It's strange to say it. 

But, this year, I believe, will be fabulous.

I'm so thankful for the blessings, and God has brought me far in this journey of life.

And I know He is taking me places. 

I'm excited to see what will unfold in this year, this 31st year, of my life.

xoxo

I Really Do!

I have some blog posts mulling around in my brain.

I really do!

I just haven't had the time to post them! 

But, I WILL!!!

I've missed you, blog readers!

Meanwhile, the drawing closes on Friday for this Giveaway.

Until next time!

Giveaway!

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There I am!

Where have I been??  Sorry blog, for the neglect...

I've been updating here.

Take a peek!

It's been a busy few weeks!  Lots of pictures to share!

xoxo

Thrill the World 2010

I participated in this year's Thrill the World event!  My friend Christy did as well!  It was a BLAST!  Seriously, you've got to try it. 

Basically, it goes like this:  once a year, on a specific date, at a specific time, all around the world, people dress up as zombies and dance MJs Thriller dance.  This year the creators of the event were trying to get it in the Guinness Book.  Hopefully we made it.

A couple of videos:

And some pictures:

This is our zombie pal Carol, we met her at the rehearsal.

So much fun!  Check out the website for next years Thrill the World, and DO IT!!

http://www.thrilltheworld.com/



Why I Came Back.

I wish there was a simple, completely understandable answer as to why I returned to San Diego. 

There is not.

To start with, I truly felt led to go to Texas.  And then, nothing.  I sent out numerous resumes, which were kindly accepted with the following statement:  "I'm sorry, we filled all of our positions for the upcoming school year, but we would love to keep your resume on file for next year."

That's sweet, but not very helpful. 

I finally got the photo website up and running, and printed some promo cards, and delivered them to businesses and schools in the area.  And that was a dead end street too.

I had looked into Nanny positions, but $5 an hour does not an income make.  Seriously.

Texas.  Not at all what I hoped for, or expected it to be.  I began to long for my friends, for California, for the life I took for granted.  (Because I did).

If I take away one lesson from this experience, it would be this:

Faith in God outweighs everything else.

I took a step of faith in going there.  I took a step of faith in waiting and seeking and listening.  I took a step of faith by admitting that I made the wrong decision.  And I took a step of faith by coming back and being willing to start over.

Faith didn't come easily in this.  At all.  In fact, if I may be brutally honest, after the 'honeymoon glow' of the first couple of weeks there, after the newness began to wear off, I was angry.  I had never in my life been so angry with God than during the first month there.  I felt like I had listened and acted accordingly, only to end up in a place of confusion.  I was so angry, I couldn't pray, except out of obedience and the bitter confession of my own anger.  I didn't understand what it all meant.  Why I had made the choice.  What was going to happen next.  Why I felt so far from God when I needed Him the most.

It took time for the anger to begin to subside, and I was able to come to Him in prayer without that barrier.  And then, in the bleakest of moments, in each decline of the job search, I began to have utter, blind faith in Him.  I knew in my heart He would provide, and give me direction, but until then, I'd have to be willing to go as far as He wanted me to in the journey of faith.  I was anxious, terrified, remorseful, and sad.  But, I was trusting Him, with all my broken soul.  He helped me identify my pride and fear of judgement, and the need to prove that I was right.  I had built a house of cards around my myself, each card stating "I was right", "I am strong", "I will not give up".  And that house began to crumble, until it was just me, face to face with God, my sin of self righteousness fully exposed. 

And you know what?  It didn't matter.  I repented, and my pride didn't matter anymore. 

But, what mattered then, was faith in my God, the God of love, of miracles, and of provision. 

And, in turn, He was faithful to me. 

Part 2.

That first part was written before I left for California.  I am humbled, and so thankful that I haven't had a large influx of people say to me:  'What did you do that for?  Why did you go to begin with??'  No, I told you so. 
Nothing but open arms, 'I'm so glad you are back', love, encouragement, and the 'at least you tried, and now you know.'
I'm glad I tried.
God wanted me to come face to face with Him.   
I can see it now, how He stripped me of my comfort zone, in many different ways, so that I would seek Him, and Him alone.  To trust Him and find peace in the midst of circumstances that we are surrounded by.
To have faith.
Do I still believe that I listened to Him and that He led me to Texas?  Absolutely.
That's not to say that I don't occasionally question it, but I believe I did what He asked of me.
It's not as if He told me how long to stay there.
Life is a little bit different now. 
But it, and God, is good.

Beside the spiritual journey, I am truly a California girl at heart. 
Texas is a wonderful place to visit, and for many, a great place to live.
I prefer the CA frame of mind, the nearby beaches, the weather, and the education system in which I work.  It's home, through and through.

I'm glad to be back.


p.s.  new blog link Angela is Artsy.  Take a peek.

xoxo

Website!

The photography website is up and running!!

Take a look!

Thanks!

http://www.angelarichardsonphotography.com/

Confessions of a Shopaholic.

In my mind, there's always a reason to buy a new outfit/accessory.

Always.

And that, my friends, is the sign of a shopaholic.

Sad, but true. 

First, let me say this:  I do tend to lean towards 'designer' labels, but, I always use store coupons, hit the sales, and what not.  I keep my credit cards paid off or very low, and have worked very hard at not going into debt because of my...addiction...

Are you ready for the true confession of a shopaholic? 

Here goes...

Right before I moved, I decided the move equaled two new pairs of Steve Madden shoes, courtesy of DSW:

I wanted to drop of some resumes at some schools in Austin, which equaled a new dress and sweater shrug, from the Dress Barn and LB outlet:

Naturally, as I prepare to launch my photography business, I want to be ready with some cute and comfy outfits, which ended up being 2 pairs of bootcut jeans, 3 neutral tanks, and 2 embellished tanks, courtesy of Lane Bryant and Macy's:

{I opted not to photograph the jeans, we know what jeans look like}

I've started attending a new church, which means a new dress, courtesy of Macy's:

I had to visit my eye doctor for a follow up, and he was attractive, so, obviously, a hip dress was in order, found in 2 colors, thanks to Ross:

{It's hard to tell, but the dresses have a small, white polka dot pattern and the top is trimmed with small ruffles and buttons...I wore the black one to the doc's office}

A new camera bag that can accomodate my equipment, personal items, and business paperwork is important to the start up and flow of the photo business, found at Sears:

A fantastic new 'Coach' bag, courtesy of the Coach Factory Outlet:

A killer dress for any professional occasion, tossed aside in clearance due to the stain on the front, could not be passed up, as a trip to the dry cleaners would revive this beauty (my favorite steal, originally $110, marked down to $13), thanks to Macy's:

And, throw in a couple of statement rings, a la Lane Bryant:

I think I'm set for awhile. 

Thank you for letting me whisper my confession into your ears. 

 I'm a shopaholic, fully aware, and fully willing to admit it!

Flowers in the Attic.

Does anyone remember V.C. Andrews?  The author of 'thriller' books, most often, but not always,  paperbacks?

I'll be honest.  I've always looked at her books and thought they seemed silly, sort of like the romance section.  Now, if you love romance books, that's great.  But I'm talking about the kind of books that seem to fall on the lowest part of the totem pole of popularity.

Many years ago, and a couple of times since, I saw the movie "Flowers in the Attic", based on the book by V.C. Andrews.  I finally decided to try reading it. 

And you know what?  I really enjoyed it.  The writing was excellent, the story was interesting, and it was not at all what I expected.  Truth be told, I most likely would never have even considered the book had I not seen the movie and therefore knew the plotline (Crazy mom + crazy daughter = 4 children locked away in the attic).  It sounds disturbing, I know, but it really wasn't as bad as that little synopsis.

I stand corrected on my assumption that the books were nothing but silliness.

I don't consider it a thriller or horror, but maybe to some?  Give it a read, and see what you think!

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P.S.  I'm now reading the second in this particular series, 'Petals on the Wind'.

What Ever Happened To...?

What ever happened to WWWednesday and Friday Fondness??

They will be back, I just haven't had much time to concentrate on them!! 

Sorry!

Soon!!

xoxo,

Angela

Tube Adventures.

Well, it appears that the major 'summer thing to do' here in New Braunfels is 'tube the river'.  Basically, you throw on your swimsuit, slather on sunscreen, grab some cold beverages and your tube, catch the river current and float downstream.  All in all, a 'lazy river' in a real river, with fish and everything.

Here's a picture example: 

My mom and I decided to give it a try.  It wasn't at all crowded.  It looks like that picture on the weekends, but not weekdays.

First off, so much fun.  The next best thing to the beach. 

I bought a nice $20 tube (from the grocery store, hehe).  Catching the first current was so fun, as it shoots you off into the river. 

Typically you pick the designated 'public river exits' to get out of the river and either walk to your car (or start your tube adventure again), or the free 'tube' buses will come and pick you up and drive you to central drop off spots. 

I caught the current at a much faster pace than my mom did, so she was quite a ways behind me.  I paddled toward the shallow side of the shore, only to get stuck in the rocks.  She finally caught up with me, and the same thing happened to her.  We got out of our tubes to discover a new river must:  wear water shoes.  The rocks were so sharp, and slippery, and you fight against the current to steady yourself to get back on the tube.  At last, we were back on track, after some stubbed toes and tumbles. 

We came to the 'last public exit' sign, and decided to get off and walk back.  I was stuck in a current away from the exit side, and decided to get out of the tube and walk across.  I put my flipflops on to help against the rocks, and edged my way off the tube, which is relatively large.  The river is, after all, waist deep...

Not.

I slid off the stupid tube in what was probably the deepest part of the whole stinkin' river.  I went all the way under, and instictively opened my eyes to get my bearing.  I'm tall, and even sinking completely under the water, I still could NOT feel the bottom.  My first thought was 'oh my gosh, I just fell into the river!'  My second thought was 'Eeeewww, I just fell into the river!'  And then 'My eyes are burning!'  I surfaced and my mom was on the shore laughing hysterically.  Thanks.  All of a sudden, I saw my shoes floating downstream, and my tube had been caught in a current going upstream.  I swam after my shoes, grabbed them, and swam after the tube. 

Swimming against a river current?  Not so fun. 

All that to say, we walked about a half mile to the car, put my mom's tube in the trunk, and tied my tube to the roof.

And that is how I lost my awesome $20 river tube after it's maiden voyage.  It was secured, but a gust of wind took it on a busy road, where it met the front tire of a large pick up truck, and got stuck.  The fellow in the truck was very nice and apologetic, as were we. 

Lessons learned:
1.  Wear swim shoes.
2.  If you see the rocks really clearly at the bottom of the river, you have entered a very shallow point.  You will get stuck.
3.  If you don't see any rocks at all, don't try to get off your tube.  You will be submerged into murky darkness.
4.  If you are going to tie a tube to the top of your car, triple tie it. 
5.  If the man who runs over your tube is cute, and in a doctor's uniform, don't be an embarrassed chicken like me.  Get out and say hello.
(I'm just saying).


The End. 

Sometimes It's About Forgiveness.

Sometimes, it seems, we...

{I...}

refuse to see the brighter side of situations.

And sometimes, we...

{I...}

get swallowed up in the 'why' and 'what for' of the past.

And sometimes, we...

{I...}

miss the people I myself have said 'you cannot be a part of my life.'

Because of misunderstanding.  Hurt.  Anger.

And sometimes...it's simply a matter of

Forgiveness.

And just perhaps, we...

{I...}

will stop letting the past taint the future.

It's time to be a good friend, to show compassion, forgiveness, acceptance of what cannot be changed.

It's time to fully embrace the 'what could be' instead of holding onto the 'what was.'

New Photo Blog!

Since life has finally settled down here, I thought I'd 'reopen' the photo side business!  New name, new logo, new blog!!  And, in a couple of weeks (fingers crossed), a brand-spanking-new website!! 

I really want to get the business going strong, and ideally make it into a career, instead of just a 'side' deal. 

Please check it out, and feel free to follow, comment, etc!

Thanks!

http://angelarichardsonphotography.blogspot.com/

Settling In.

As the days pass, it's beginning to feel more and more like 'home'. 

Everybody is alarmingly friendly.

And helpful.

I'm busy 'decorating' my space and making it feel like a sanctuary.

I miss the family that I left behind.  But visits will come soon enough.

The weather has been crazy!  Humid, with bouts of pouring rain, and real, true, Texas style thunder/lightning storms.

And the hum of the cicadas? 

Perfect.

I'm only slightly disappointed that I won't get to make my summer SF trip. 

I love, love, love to visit this time of year. 

Oh, well, there is plenty of fun adventures awaiting on this side.

xoxo

Here At Last.

It has been the craziest week and half, what with the packing, the goodbyes, the loading of the moving truck, the rental papers to read and sign, the forwarding of addresses, etc. etc. 

We are here at last.  Our goal was to split the drive out here into 2 days, but we split it into 3.  It worked out, but if I have to be in a car any time soon for more than an hour, I may scream!  My 2 cats were troopers.  They rode in my mom's car because it could accomodate the pet cage, but I was in charge of them in the hotel rooms.  They were so good, considering each night we were in unfamiliar territory.  They stayed with me, roamed around, checked out the room, and slept on the bed.  They hated being put back into their cage each morning and loaded into the car, but they got over it.

Our house is lovely, in a great, quiet neighborhood.  The neighbors are friendly, and we are halfway down the cul-de-sac.  I am continuing to rent from my parents, and I have one end of the house with my bedroom, bathroom, and an office.  We split the groceries and general expenses, so it's a pretty decent set up.  I have more privacy than before, because of the floorplan of the home.  I am aiming to move out as soon as I am settled and find an area closer to Austin.  I'll be beginning to church shop next weekend, plus find a weight watcher meeting.  Next month, the job hunt will start. 

For now, my days are filled with 'to-do' lists.  During the time I'm here, I want it to still feel like home, so I'm sorting through packed boxes, figuring out what I want out, or what stays packed.  Needless to say, I will not unpack every box until I do have my own place and the room for all of it.  Lots of trips to the store to pick up basic odds and ends that you don't tend to pack.  (Well, I didn't anyway).  But, it's been good.

I am excited about visiting churches and getting involved in Bible studies and ministry.  I'm still undecided about what to do for a job, as I am still trying to build the photography thing.  In the meantime, there are bills to be paid! 

Thank you for all the prayers and support.  I will keep you updated, and will eventually add pictures of the house, when it is finally all decorated!! 

xoxoxo

Angela

Five Alike. {I Carry Your Heart With Me}.

To you, my four darling friends, my sisters and brother,

We were brought together by chance, by work, by God.  How quickly the years have passed.  From moves, to babies, to overnights and long talks, food and laughter, and the occasional tears. 

You are family.  My family.

We are five alike, five different.  We bring out the best in each other.

I thank God for each of you, from the depths of my soul, and the corners of my heart.

I will miss, miss, miss you.  But, the times we will spend together will be cherished even more. 

It's not goodbye, after all. 

"I carry your heart with me.  I carry it in my heart"

I love you.

xoxoxo (a million times over)

Angela

Come Tuesday.

The house is nearly packed (finally).

The days are ticking by rapidly (yet so slowly).

Come Tuesday morning, I will be on the road...

with 2 angry cats...

Crossing state lines.  Following the path ahead.

Following God's call.

There will be

tears.

sorrow.

fear.

excitement.

joy.

peace.

Come Tuesday night, I will be resting in an anonymous hotel room in New Mexico.

So much in one day.

In the past month.

And past year.

When I get there, to the house God has provided...

I will take a NAP.

(Yup, that's the big plan for the arrival in Texas...so far).

Closer.

The closer it (moving day) gets,

the more I want it.

And the fear

is

inevitable.

And the goodbyes are approaching.

And my mind can't seem to

stop.the.questions.

What if, what if, what if...

{positive and doubt combined}.

Change is constant.  Hard.  Invigorating.  Exciting.

Closer.