Wednesday, October 31, 2012

random for me

Hmm. For future reference, when I have cravings. 

"Did you know that many conventional and commercial brands of ice cream contain car antifreeze solution? Propylene glycol is an ingredient used in many ice creams. Propylene glycol is also used in radiator fluid (antifreeze). Propylene glycol is also used in many other so-called foods, such as cup cakes commonly found and sold at most conventional super caskets (oops, I mean, super markets).

Other additives found in ice cream include Piperonal, which is used in place of vanilla. Piperonal is a chemical used to treat lice. Diethyl glucol is a cheap chemical used as an emulsifier instead of eggs. It is used in antifreeze and paint removers. Butyraldehyde is used in nut-flavored ice cream and is one of the ingredients in rubber cement. Amyl acetate is a chemical used for banana flavor. However, it is also used as an oil paint solvent. Ethyl acetate is used for pineapple flavor. However, it is mainly used in industry as a cleaner for leather and textiles. Aldehyde C17 is a chemical used to flavor cherry ice cream but is used industrially as an inflammable liquid used in aniline dyes, plastic and rubber.

link
http://www.dherbs.com/articles/ice-cream-52.html"


Sunday, October 28, 2012

A Guatemalan Tale

I am working on my informative speech. After a week, I have finally chosen a topic.
I am so happy this topic was chosen, it brings back a flood of memories, faces and feelings.

Such an eye-opening week, my fear is to forget it. Names and details have already slipped away.

My greatest shame is not having been in prayer; being selfish with my time and self-focused. 

March of 2010, I traveled to Guatemala City with a group of strangers and my aunt. My first time out of the country, nervousness had settled in a couple of weeks prior. Fear of the unknown, fear of not being capable or accepted, fear of not being prepared. By the time the travelling was set in motion, the nervousness was lost. 

On arrival, we piled into the back of a van and our luggage thrown into the bed of a truck. On our way to the lodging, we passed a truck on the highway. A few men were sitting in the back of the bed, large guns in their hands.

I want to document my week in Guatemala. I want to tell the tale of the boys in the workshop, the children in the sewers, the workers in the dump, the man in the wheelchair, the lady who stole, the crazy and lively elderly lady, of the ladies from my team, of the the homes and the heartaches of the Guatemalan people. 

And so it begins.



Friday, October 26, 2012

random post: makeup

 
 That cream foundation, above, is pretty powerful stuff. I love it and the coverage it gives.
 

Makeup. I'm quite glad that I work at a salon that carries Jane Iredale. It is expensive (having a discount helps a bit) but it is quality. By quality, I mean mineral makeup with no artifical dyes, no artifical scents or 'fillers' and all the foundations have SPF in them. They don't irritate and actually benefit your skin and allow it to breathe, hence why it is called the 'skincare makeup'.
The model before the pin-up tutorial.

I have a lot of friends who don't wear makeup. I do. I don't think either one is 'right' or 'wrong'. I have to wear makeup for work and I love playing with it. In fact, red lipstick is one of my favorite accessories. Yes, I always wear powder or concealor, but other then that, there are days when I don't wear it. 

Saturday, October 13, 2012

running

I love running.
In fact, I think it is up there with racquetball and ice skating.
That doesn't mean it isn't hard. 

Yesterday I ran 3 miles in a row. The first mile I ran in 6 minutes and 15 seconds! 2 weeks ago, I ran 5 miles in under 45 minutes, I believe.

I am documenting this so I won't forget, as well as for accountability.

You see, yesterday was the first time I've run in a couple of weeks.

Someday I would love to run a half-marathon.

In order to even start working towards that goal, I need to work on three things...

1) Pacing myself. I run faster then I think, and my competitiveness makes it difficult for me to slow down when I ought to. It makes it hard to run long distances.
2) Consistency. I will run a few times a week for awhile, then I will get swamped or very tired and put it on hold for too long. Even though running helps me memorize and clear my mind and helps with being tired! Even if it is a goal like running for 3 times a week and walking a couple other days, I need to stick to something.
3) Eating well. I can eat pretty well at home for my meals. As soon as I go somewhere though, or I don't plan meals for school/work, I am in trouble. Snacking and dessert always gets me too. At home, away, anywhere. So I need to learn to cut back on sugar and dairy for my running, to take care of the body I have been given and to feel better.  

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

a puncture

 My parents have always had the rule that we couldn't get our ears pierced until we are 18. I believe they just wanted it to be our decision, and something we had to think through.
I never really had a desire to get them pierced, until this year. I had been debating back and forth and finally decided to do it.
 I was scared of the pain, and of the fact it seemed like a permanent decision. What if I go to a country where having holes in your ears is a mark looked down upon? I have SO many bizarre scenarios in my mind. I guess ultimately, I trust in God and His Freedom.
 

 So many people have been with me the last few months have encouraged me to do it at point of time, so they could be there. But I wasn't financially or emotionally ready. Although it seemed like a big and courageous step for me, it is not why I wanted to write this post. No, I wanted to share my failings.
I am needy. I am not independent.

 Sometimes I ///.really/// want people and support. I don't want to appear persistent and needy. Actually, when I realllllyyy want to talk about something, when something is really important to me, or when I am really emotionally involved in something, I try to talk about it casually with my friends. I don't want to appear self-centered. If I begin to talk about it, and somehow the conversation gets interrupted, I don't bring it back up again. Instead, I will think about it for the next 30 minutes, "I hope (my friend) will ask me to finish what I was saying." I want it to be their initiative. I get disappointed when they don't. 



This happened with the ear piercing. Because it was a big decision for me, and so many friends had been available before, I REALLY wanted someone there. I REALLY REALLY wanted someone there. Someone to share this big moment, to hold my hand when I was scared. I told people my plans a few days before. Even the day of, I sent a few texts to people second-questioning the decision to go through with it. Looking back, I realize a lot of the hopes behind those texts were so that they'd remember I was going to do it, and so they would recognize I was scared and wanted someone. 
No one came. I ended up being fine and living with having coworkers there.

I am here to say though, I am sorry to say I shed tears over it and similar situations this week. I made a small issue something big. Ultimately, this isn't important. The ONLY person who is going to completely understand my feelings and needs, the only one who CAN fulfill all my needs is Jesus. Why do I build up expectations from humans? Lord, I want to find my all in all in YOU!