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Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Monday, February 27, 2012
Music Monday 2/27/12
Today is Angela's Favorite Things first ever (and possibly last...who knows?) Music Monday!!
Title: God's Not Dead (Like a Lion)
Artist: Newsboys
Album: God's Not Dead
Let love explode and bring the dead to life
A love so bold to see a revolution somehow
Let love explode and bring the dead to life
A love so bold to bring a revolution somehow
Now I'm lost in Your freedom
And this world I'll overcome
My God's not dead, He's surely alive
He's living on the inside, roaring like a lion
God's not dead, surely alive
He's living on the inside, roaring like a lion
Roaring, He's roaring, He's roaring like a lion
Let hope arise and make the darkness hide
My faith is dead, I need a resurrection somehow
Now I'm lost in Your freedom
And this world I'll overcome
My God's not dead, He's surely alive
He's living on the inside, roaring like a lion
God's not dead, surely alive
He's living on the inside, roaring like a lion
Roaring, He's roaring, He's roaring like a lion
He is roaring, He's roaring
Let heaven roar and fire fall
Come shake the ground with the sound of revival
Let heaven roar and fire fall
Come shake the ground with the sound of revival
Let heaven roar and fire fall
Come shake the ground with the sound of revival
My God's not dead, He's surely alive
He is living on the inside, roaring like a lion
God's not dead, He's surely alive
He is living on the inside, roaring like a lion
God's not dead, He's surely alive
He is living on the inside, roaring like a lion
God's not dead, He's surely alive
He is living on the inside, roaring like a lion
He's roaring, He's roaring, He's roaring like a lion
He is roaring, He's roaring, He's roaring like a lion
Roaring like a lion
If you could take 2 seconds and give this a click, it would mean so much to me! Thank you!!
Title: God's Not Dead (Like a Lion)
Artist: Newsboys
Album: God's Not Dead
Let love explode and bring the dead to life
A love so bold to see a revolution somehow
Let love explode and bring the dead to life
A love so bold to bring a revolution somehow
Now I'm lost in Your freedom
And this world I'll overcome
My God's not dead, He's surely alive
He's living on the inside, roaring like a lion
God's not dead, surely alive
He's living on the inside, roaring like a lion
Roaring, He's roaring, He's roaring like a lion
Let hope arise and make the darkness hide
My faith is dead, I need a resurrection somehow
Now I'm lost in Your freedom
And this world I'll overcome
My God's not dead, He's surely alive
He's living on the inside, roaring like a lion
God's not dead, surely alive
He's living on the inside, roaring like a lion
Roaring, He's roaring, He's roaring like a lion
He is roaring, He's roaring
Let heaven roar and fire fall
Come shake the ground with the sound of revival
Let heaven roar and fire fall
Come shake the ground with the sound of revival
Let heaven roar and fire fall
Come shake the ground with the sound of revival
My God's not dead, He's surely alive
He is living on the inside, roaring like a lion
God's not dead, He's surely alive
He is living on the inside, roaring like a lion
God's not dead, He's surely alive
He is living on the inside, roaring like a lion
God's not dead, He's surely alive
He is living on the inside, roaring like a lion
He's roaring, He's roaring, He's roaring like a lion
He is roaring, He's roaring, He's roaring like a lion
Roaring like a lion
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Friday, February 17, 2012
Fashion Friday 2/17/12
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Vday Card 2012
Since my hubs reads my blog, I couldn't post this yesterday.
We originally had reservations for Bleu, a swanky restaurant here in Winston-Salem, but Vance wasn't up to par. SO, he called back to change the time. The only time he could get was 9:30pm, so he made it. When he told me Monday about his initial plan and how it got all screwed up, I seriously almost cried. He put so much effort and thought into it! He had been saving money and planning for weeks! Now, I am no a huge Vday fan. It's never been a huge deal to me, but we try to celebrate special holidays as well as celebrate every day we have together. Anyway, I asked him yesterday evening (when he came to see me at work since I was working 5-10 at Old Navy) to cancel our reservation so we could go another night. I can't wait to eat dinner until 9:30pm and I honestly have to get up too early on Wednesdays (today) to eat dinner at 9:30. Ha. I'm 26 and already old. Anyway, we are going out to Bleu later this week/early next week as well as hopefully seeing The Vow. (We're totally being cliche' here.) I hope you had a fabulous Valentine's Day and your special someone treated you right! :-)
If you could take 2 seconds and give this a click, it would mean so much to me! Thank you!!
Here's the card I made for him for Valentine's Day.
(The pic of us on the card is our first kiss as husband and wife!)
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Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Happy Valentine's Day
Happy Valentine's Day from Angela's Favorite Things!
If you could take 2 seconds and give this a click, it would mean so much to me! Thank you!!
WOW!
I saw this on YouTube yesterday. It's a group of kids from a local church who had a "flash mob" at Hanes Mall, where I work. I was actually working at Old navy when this happened, but I had no idea it took place, since the food court is on the opposite end of the mall of Old Navy. I LOVE that they chose the song, "The Earth is Yours" by Gungor. I LOVE Gungor. What an awesome testament of faith. Apparently, it was a huge hit. P.S. I am exceptionally proud of these teens even though I don't know them. To speak (or sing) so freely of your faith is NOT easy. These must be some pretty cool kids. :-)
If you could take 2 seconds and give this a click, it would mean so much to me! Thank you!!
Monday, February 13, 2012
I Don't Have a Lot To Say
I don't have a lot to say, which isn't normal for me.
I'm sad. A lot. I think I'm struggling with Depression. It happens every time around this year, but just like every other year, I don't remember it until it's hit. It's also a lot worse this year, because of the whole infertility thing. I don't think I'm ok, but I'm also not a self-harmer or suicidal or anything, so please don't worry about me, too much.
One of my Old Navy managers said to me on Saturday, "Are you not happy today, Angela?" Instead of getting into why I'm not happy (she's one of the managers who knows about our issues TTC) I just said, "Oh. Well, I'll fix that." I slapped on my happy "I'm working with customers" face and moved forward. Most customers do make me happy, though. The nice ones anyway. The rude/uninterested customers really should go to another line, because those are the customers that annoy me, so thus, I annoy them by laying the sweetness on extra thick. Heh. Killing them with kindness, eh, Mom?
I constantly feel the struggle to get up and do something when I'm alone. I just want to sit. All day. Do nothing. It isn't laziness. It's sadness. It's heavy. Sometimes I feel some anxiety over it. I don't think that's exactly healthy, but I'm not having anxiety attacks, so again, please don't worry about me, too much.
Vance has been amazing through all of this. He is so compassionate, understanding, loving, generous, and patient. If I were in his shoes, I'm not sure I would put up with half of what he's putting up with from me. Sometimes, when I'm exceptionally sad, I get angry, and I have an outburst. It isn't pretty, but he's there. He holds me even when I tell him to go away. He tells me he loves me when I'm not being lovable. He lets me cry. He let's me take up 3/4 of the bed because that's how I fell asleep. He is the best.
I don't want to be at church. We haven't been in Sunday school for a couple of months now. It's painful for me. It stresses me out. It isn't like anyone cares if we're there anyway. No one has reached out and asked us to come back...did I mention my best friend is in the class? Not even she has reached out. It's sad, but whatever. We got to service every once in a while, but I have to force myself to go. I don't want to be around a lot of people and at a church of 1400+, that's not exactly easy to avoid. My mom and dad...and my 16 year old sister...keep getting onto me about not being there. I know they have good intentions, but I just CAN'T do it right now. I think they worry about me, but they don't know how to express it. My dad is terrible at communicating, so it turns into a demand and possible yelling. My mom has backed off some and just lets us know she missed us, which I appreciate. My sister, Hannah, is hit or miss with whether she's going to be compassionate or demanding. She's a teenager. I expect that. Heh.
We have these things called Legacy groups on Sunday nights. Each year, at the beginning of each year (usually around February) the entire church signs up for home groups. Everyone goes to their home group each week for 5 weeks. We all do the same daily devotions, written by church staff, elders, deacons, and church members. We then meet up on Sunday night at the home we signed up for and go through the same lesson taught by different teachers. It's a pretty cool way to get to know people outside of the church building, in a smaller setting. Oh and we also eat a meal each week. Gotta love food and fellowship, right? On the 6th week, we all meet at the church and have a sort of celebration conclusion. People share how the Legacy groups have impacted them. We sing praises to God. We celebrate how God has sustained Pinedale (our church) and how he keeps growing us in numbers and in spiritual maturity.
Vance and I didn't sign up for one this year because I work 2-7 at Old Navy almost every Sunday. Legacy groups are 6-8. It just didn't seem fair for us to sign up and only show up once or twice. Well, Saturday evening, my grandma called me. She and my grandpa are a host home. She invited us to sign up for their home and to just come after I get off work each week, even if it's just for dinner (which is around 715 or so.) To say that I was touched she thought of us and invited us, would be an understatement. After we hung up, I cried. Seriously. My grandma reached out to me. She thought of me. She remembered me. I have a feeling she's seen a change in me and wants to help. I don't know though, and I'm not ready to ask. We agreed to go.
I normally get off around 6-615 lately because it's been so slow after Christmas; last night, I didn't get off until 6:45. We were short staffed. We did $4000 over the projected sales. We had over 1100 people come into the store when we've been averaging 700-800 people on a Sunday. I almost called Grandma and said we wouldn't be there since it was so late, and I was tired. I didn't though. I realized that her reaching out like that was a big deal to me and that I wasn't going to let her down. I am really glad we didn't bail. Although we only made it for about 5 minutes of the lesson and then prayer time, I'm glad we went. Oh and we also ate dinner, which was delicious Italian beef, scalloped potatoes, green beans, salad, and dessert. (I ate some of my mom's leftover spice cake she made for lunch...which was at Grandma's house earlier that day with the whole family.)
I'm glad we went last night. I hope I don't have to work next week, though. I also hope I don't have to work the following week, since I signed Vance and I up to bring stuffed shells. :-)
Ok. I guess I had more to say than I thought I did.
If you could take 2 seconds and give this a click, it would mean so much to me! Thank you!!
I'm sad. A lot. I think I'm struggling with Depression. It happens every time around this year, but just like every other year, I don't remember it until it's hit. It's also a lot worse this year, because of the whole infertility thing. I don't think I'm ok, but I'm also not a self-harmer or suicidal or anything, so please don't worry about me, too much.
One of my Old Navy managers said to me on Saturday, "Are you not happy today, Angela?" Instead of getting into why I'm not happy (she's one of the managers who knows about our issues TTC) I just said, "Oh. Well, I'll fix that." I slapped on my happy "I'm working with customers" face and moved forward. Most customers do make me happy, though. The nice ones anyway. The rude/uninterested customers really should go to another line, because those are the customers that annoy me, so thus, I annoy them by laying the sweetness on extra thick. Heh. Killing them with kindness, eh, Mom?
I constantly feel the struggle to get up and do something when I'm alone. I just want to sit. All day. Do nothing. It isn't laziness. It's sadness. It's heavy. Sometimes I feel some anxiety over it. I don't think that's exactly healthy, but I'm not having anxiety attacks, so again, please don't worry about me, too much.
Vance has been amazing through all of this. He is so compassionate, understanding, loving, generous, and patient. If I were in his shoes, I'm not sure I would put up with half of what he's putting up with from me. Sometimes, when I'm exceptionally sad, I get angry, and I have an outburst. It isn't pretty, but he's there. He holds me even when I tell him to go away. He tells me he loves me when I'm not being lovable. He lets me cry. He let's me take up 3/4 of the bed because that's how I fell asleep. He is the best.
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I don't want to be at church. We haven't been in Sunday school for a couple of months now. It's painful for me. It stresses me out. It isn't like anyone cares if we're there anyway. No one has reached out and asked us to come back...did I mention my best friend is in the class? Not even she has reached out. It's sad, but whatever. We got to service every once in a while, but I have to force myself to go. I don't want to be around a lot of people and at a church of 1400+, that's not exactly easy to avoid. My mom and dad...and my 16 year old sister...keep getting onto me about not being there. I know they have good intentions, but I just CAN'T do it right now. I think they worry about me, but they don't know how to express it. My dad is terrible at communicating, so it turns into a demand and possible yelling. My mom has backed off some and just lets us know she missed us, which I appreciate. My sister, Hannah, is hit or miss with whether she's going to be compassionate or demanding. She's a teenager. I expect that. Heh.
We have these things called Legacy groups on Sunday nights. Each year, at the beginning of each year (usually around February) the entire church signs up for home groups. Everyone goes to their home group each week for 5 weeks. We all do the same daily devotions, written by church staff, elders, deacons, and church members. We then meet up on Sunday night at the home we signed up for and go through the same lesson taught by different teachers. It's a pretty cool way to get to know people outside of the church building, in a smaller setting. Oh and we also eat a meal each week. Gotta love food and fellowship, right? On the 6th week, we all meet at the church and have a sort of celebration conclusion. People share how the Legacy groups have impacted them. We sing praises to God. We celebrate how God has sustained Pinedale (our church) and how he keeps growing us in numbers and in spiritual maturity.
Vance and I didn't sign up for one this year because I work 2-7 at Old Navy almost every Sunday. Legacy groups are 6-8. It just didn't seem fair for us to sign up and only show up once or twice. Well, Saturday evening, my grandma called me. She and my grandpa are a host home. She invited us to sign up for their home and to just come after I get off work each week, even if it's just for dinner (which is around 715 or so.) To say that I was touched she thought of us and invited us, would be an understatement. After we hung up, I cried. Seriously. My grandma reached out to me. She thought of me. She remembered me. I have a feeling she's seen a change in me and wants to help. I don't know though, and I'm not ready to ask. We agreed to go.
I normally get off around 6-615 lately because it's been so slow after Christmas; last night, I didn't get off until 6:45. We were short staffed. We did $4000 over the projected sales. We had over 1100 people come into the store when we've been averaging 700-800 people on a Sunday. I almost called Grandma and said we wouldn't be there since it was so late, and I was tired. I didn't though. I realized that her reaching out like that was a big deal to me and that I wasn't going to let her down. I am really glad we didn't bail. Although we only made it for about 5 minutes of the lesson and then prayer time, I'm glad we went. Oh and we also ate dinner, which was delicious Italian beef, scalloped potatoes, green beans, salad, and dessert. (I ate some of my mom's leftover spice cake she made for lunch...which was at Grandma's house earlier that day with the whole family.)
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Ok. I guess I had more to say than I thought I did.
Friday, February 10, 2012
Fashion Friday 2/10/12
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