so what if Jesus is wearing boots?

happy easter weekend, shugs.

this video always comes to mind around easter.

and i always cry.

thankful for Jesus's ultimate sacrifice, and everything He does for me every single day.

i came across this in southern living - well, not the picture, but the mention that this statue is in evergreen cemetery in paris, tx.

check out the footwear.

via

apparently, there was some controversy about Him wearing cowboy boots.

who gives a shit if He was wearing boots?

i don't get it. 

that's just it - Jesus wasn't all snobby and critical - talkin crap about people who didn't have sandals like his.

He wanted to tell all about God's love to everyone - drunks, prostitutes, thieves, everybody.

He hung out with people that some of us would just judge and avoid.

He spoke his piece, but He did not spread hate and go around gossiping.

a lot of people are turned off to any thought of Jesus because of how some of His followers behave - with the pressure to do this, do that, come to this, come to that, and the self-righteousness and the constant talk of burning in hell.

humans made organized religion.

humans are the ones all caught up in which religion is 'right'. well, we all believe that our own belief is the 'right' one, or else what is the point, no?

and it's human nature to judge and be selfish and try to correct others - i don't care who you are.

i have to pray against selfishness and passing judgement daily.

there are churches out there that i wouldn't set foot in because you feel judged and gossiped about from the second you walk through the door.

this is not how Jesus taught us to be.

it's easy to get caught up in the church you attend, and lose sight of Jesus himself.

none of us is perfect, myself included fo sho! 

Lord knows I got plenty that needs workin' on.

i read crap everyday on facebook and on blogs and whatnot that pisses me off.

but, if I'm going to follow Jesus, then i need to love people anyway.

i need to pray for them because i love them, and not because i think they need to be 'fixed' in some way.

and i need to pray for me - that i can be an example of love, and patience, instead of judgment and frustration.

i need to trust Jesus.

and let Him worry about the judging (of myself included)

hope y'all have a great weekend.

lookin' forward to seeing family, church, and hopefully eatin' some deviled eggs.

 

sh%t southern women say - rounds 2 & 3

they made a second and third episode, y'all.
obviously, some of these sayin's are regional. and not all southern accents are the same, but i dig it. me & the brunette could be friends.

here's the first one if you missed it.

y'all come on n go wit us.

{i used to think it was so weird to invite people to go with you after a visit, 

and rude for them to always decline.}

;)

you liable to find it at davis sto

today, i decided to tackle this here madness @ davis store

first up ...

never know when you might need to douse oneself in escada, swish with some listerine, or hit up some advil - conveniently housed in a tidy cardboard box

you know you wanna wash all 2000 of your parts with this

creepy as hell loofah 

or do whatever it is one does with
some mineral oil from like the 60's

label some shiz with some
old school seed stamps

repair some overalls, pants, or jacket with some

miscellaneous carhartt parts

and these, well, just check out these

crazyville hanes ads ... 

1) just look how she's gazing obsessively at him while he stares off into nowhere in his mayjahly high water slacks

2) is it her job to keep him warm? seems like she could think of somethin a lil better than hanes thermals, no?

and how bout this one?

i know my man be sailin' like a boss with his tshirt tucked into his draws

never a dull moment, y'all.

happy wednesday.

shut up, little girl.

this. little. girl. makes. me. wanna. bang. my. head. into. a. wall.
repeatedly.

i mean holy snapple.
we have to mute it every time it comes on.

- however - 

i do love this one:

i love when the mini shugpie says, 'mmmmmmmhmm'
i also enjoy that the other shugpie is totally shocked/offended that he high fived her ass when she was tryin to raise her hand.

and while we're at it,
this child is the cutest thing i have ever seen.
shut the front door with that haircut and cardigan.

deuces.

life lately

i don't really know what's happened with me and le bloggy. my 'omigod, i want to post every single day' thing clearly ain't happenin' here lately. but, i never wanted this blog to be a chore and i'm not a follower whore, so i guess that makes it fine for me to publish once in a blue moon. mmm, blue moon ...

here's what's been goin' on in my world lately:

my dad had a bday.
we did a lil celebratin'.

the bro and i ended the night with some bone crusher and a garage dance party.

my meemaw, hazel came to visit us in sc that next week.
we went to the store and she bought lots of goodies,
including these sweet ass overalls.

we went junkin' and i managed to talk myself out of this rocking chair.
i may or may not be obsessed with vintage items for a nursery for the baby that i am not pregnant with.
is it rude to ask for cash donations in lieu of frou frou baby outfits when you are preggo?
i just wanna spend scrilla makin my kid's space awesome sauce and full of magical vintage things.

hazel found her a poppy painting {and tablecloth i forgot to take a pic of} to go with her poppy craze she is on as of late. i told her to holla at a shugpie whenever she gets sick of that painting. ;)

i'm still 'sprucin' up' the store.
the organization and de-clustering are totally worth the black boogers i blow out for days afterward.
tmi?

hubs and i had us a little downtown charlotte date night.
silly anj wasn't thinking about having a pocket knife going into the bobcats game, so we had to hide that shiz.
it was totally still there when we got out.
we hit up a lil pub afterward.

let's talk about my mind bein' blown by this craziness.
anj was like, 'they filled my beer from the bottom up.'
i'm like, 'ughh, according to gravity, a glass always gets filled from the bottom up, no?'
but they actually fill it from a hole in the bottom!
#ibeenlivinunderarock

we ended our weekend at church for the Easter musical.

my BIL sang.

i cried off and on, like i always do in church.

i cannot imagine my life without Jesus and knowing that He's got it - no matter how big or small.

i hope your life has been titillating and awesome.

find the positives in all situations, y'all. 

there's always somebody out there whose struggles are bigger than your own.

be kind.

you never know where people are comin from.

and on that note, have y'all heard this song?

makes me cry every time.

love me some eric.

bloglovin. fine.

Follow my blog with Bloglovin

Okay, fine. Misty twisted my arm. No, she didn't. (She's probably readin', like, "Bitch is crazy. I didn't make her do anything.")
Know how I just swore in my last post that I was sick of this switchin' shit around and such? Screw you Google! Who the hell died and made Bloglovin boss? #ihatechange

Well ... I just decided I shouldn't take my aggression toward Google for screwin' shit up out on myself or my readers. Ugh. As usual, I'm back to not knowin' what the deuce I'm doin. But, what else is new?  

this post has no point.

yep, this is one of them where i wanna blog but have no coherent thoughts.

enjoy.

no offense to darius, but his jazzed up, cheery, studio, non-bluegrassy version of this song just ain't gettin' it.

the original is the shiz:

 

get some

thanks Nikki for playlist recommendations.
i am updating my itunes for the first time in like 6 months.
also, special thanks to boeger for song recommendations, and to my cousin shelley who helped me locate a song whose title is exactly the lyrics that i was using to try to find it. #ituneshatesme
and seriously, if y'all have headphone suggestions, PLEASE HOLLA.


oh, and

no offense to anybody out there, but i am so over google's shit and takin' stuff away randomly.

i doubt i'm going to do the whole 'bloglovin' thing. if i like you, i'll bookmark your shit, or subscribe by email. i don't get why google does the crap they do.

that's all.

i'm goin' to eat a chicken salad sandwich and walk my fat ass in this cold weather.

weekEND

how bout a lil weekend update for y'all now that the week is half over?
this past weekend, hubs went to CO to get his ski on, and my brothers' girlfrands came to play.

1//  palmetto cheese paired with
2//  munchos = heaven in ya mouf
3//  yep. this happened. circle of death. i am too old fa dis shit.
 4//  trip to the grocery. somebody needed approximately 10 mixers/chasers. #itwontme
5// phallic symbols on the fridge w/ magnets
6//  elijah takes the plunge into a margarita glass
7//  there was tons of sweet tea left over, which is bad news bears. i never keep this shit in my house for a reason.
8//  davis general store shirts were purchased
9//  new use for lodge cast iron cookware

continued ...

1//  somebody thought santa came when she spotted a 7 eleven

2//  naturally, slurpees were purchased. sylvia was plowin through traffic like a boss to get to them slurpees.

3//  me and the girlfrands

4//  me and the SIL, who met up with us for a bit

5//  who's on a gluten free diet? i ain't drinkin whiskey all night. sorry.

6//  it was a good time

somewhere in the mix were

some naps

coyote ugly

bomb ass sub sandwiches, chips, and grown up grilled cheeses

a search for clarifying shampoo (thanks ulta) ... do y'all use a clarifying shampoo? i got this one (for only $8.50 ... cheap from the others I saw), and i am in love:

oh, and i got these on our outing to target:

excited about that.

on sunday, i caught up on some sleep.

and picked up hubs who made it back from CO a lot easier than he made it out there, stupid airlines.

still drinkin' on some of that tea now. mmm

hope y'all are havin' a magical week, shugpies! 

happy, happy, happy

yesterday was my pooh-pooh post.

so for today's post, i thought i'd share with y'all some stuff that gets me out of my funk.

rihanna // shine bright like a diamond

 

diet mountain dew. the colder the better

going for a walk. outside. i just don't get a 'gym high'

talking to one of a select few friends on the phone

writing in my planner - to feel accomplished about things that've already happened, and to look forward to things to come

pinterest - photography, home, beauty and fashion inspiration make me smile - oh, and my entire animal board in and of itself

new nail polish

peanut m&m's

duck dynasty {especially phil, he's my fave}

how i met your mother

happy

happy

happy

y'all, i'm sick of thinkin

i mean, honestly, i hate it.

but, i have a really hard time turning it off.

i am tired of thinking about:

what my blood sugar is right now.

is it on the way up?

is it on the way down?

i took insulin an hour ago and still haven't eaten anything because the insulin hasn't kicked in yet - why?

what day of "the month" is it?

am i ovulating?

if i did ovulate, where did the egg go?

should i have had that caffeine?

should i have had that beer?

why are all these things such a big deal now, when back in the day people did these things, not even knowing they were bad, and we seem to have more mental, emotional, and developmental problems in children now?

how do people accidentally get pregnant?

is my analyzation more stressful than caffeine and alcohol?

how come the curl in my hair came back and then left again?

why do some become obsessed with church and then start judging people even more than before they knew as much about Jesus?

how come i used to want to blog all the time, and now, not so much?

do i miss teaching? mehh.

what is going to happen to nita nikon in the long run?

should i trust those people in new york who have her?

why do people choose to spend almost every day of the week with someone who drives them nuts and causes them to cuss?

how come people who can't even stand to be alone with their kids have them, and i don't?

why do i whine so much?

how do other people keep on keepin' on when shit gets hard?

why do i cry every time i go to church (and have done so for years)?

how can people pansy ass pussies be mean to animals? 

why do people like/hate someone because they are or are not a specified race, when in fact, they are biracial?

and on that note, why do people only focus on the details that support their argument, and ignore all the ones that don't?

why do people randomly use apostrophes, like they are optional, or just for decoration?

why do i enjoy ignoring capital letters?

why doesn't my pump have an alarm to let me know when it's completely out of insulin?

some people - men especially, it seems, have the ability to just stop thinking.

i would love to be like that.

it's what God says we should do. 

stop analyzing, and instead pray and trust.

i am a lot better than i used to be.

do you analyze?

did you find a cure for it?

how did you turn it off?