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About tracye1

A wee bit about me, Tracy. Married to my high school sweetie for a looooong time. Mama of 4 beautiful kiddos, now ADULTS!!!! This blog is a potpourri of posts. Some wax on about my Catholic faith, others family, some are just a “diary” of life updates. Life is a journey, taken one day at a time (sometimes one step at a time) and my blog is about my personal trek through life. Peace!

Beauty and the judge

At a football game for my daughter’s cheer squad I saw a young girl (maybe a mom, not sure) with the tiniest of tank tops (barely covering the important parts) and the shortest of shorts in white.  She sat with the football players.  I sat with my jaw to the ground.

At the produce store, a young girl in a barely there t-shirt and bikini bottoms prancing around.

At an interview and struggling to maintain eye contact as cleavage joins in the interview process. 

I have a confession to make.   I am incredibly judgemental.  I try not to be, but truth be told; I judge.  Hard.  It’s a struggle.  Sometimes, it’s because I care enough to point out the obvious, i.e. shorts too short/tight/ripped, etc.  Sometimes it’s within the limits of my own children and setting boundaries and sometimes I turn the ugly, judgemental eye….think along the lines of “What not to wear”.  The irony of it all, is I am no fashion maven and have had enough “what not to wear” moments that Stacey and Clinton should be here yesterday with their $5000 and help a sister out. But.  It’s not the fashion mishaps that concern me (mostly, I find THOSE highly entertaining and educational) it’s the blatant sexism in fashion and the lowering of the moral bar in what should be deemed acceptable. Starting in the toddler section and it doesn’t stop there.

Our girls have been blessed some truly awesome hand-me-downs in the past, however, a large portion of those clothes just kept on going out the door to the thrift store due to inappropriateness.  I mean, do we REALLY need to see ass-crease with every pair of shorts???  We’ve had several talks.  Together. One on one.  At the table.  In the car.  In the stores.  They know exactly where Dad and I stand in what’s allowable (basically school dress code=family dress codes for most things…but not flip-flops, I mean, c’mon…we live in Florida!).  For the most part, they abide by the rules.  In truth, they do each own a pair or two of hootchie shorts, however, they are mainly for the house or sleeping in.  Sometimes, they make it out though.  The point is, we and they are trying and trying hard.

Most importantly, I think they are receiving the message of modesty and the importance of what you wear and the message it sends.  Incredibly difficult is short shopping, dress shopping and back to school shopping (which sadly is upon us).  Challenging also in peer circles and learning to stand your ground and making your parent’s message yours.

Such a tough battle and a constant fight in staying modest.  We can’t advertise sex 24/7 from age toddler up and expect no problems.  Yes, I know that what you wear should be what you want to, but this is life and life isn’t fair.

So I judge.  And I use those judgements as teachable moments.  Mostly.  For the other times, well…..I’m working on that and I have this handy-dandy Matthew to keep me company.

Matthew 7: 1-3  (NASB)

7 “Do not judge so that you will not be judged. For in the way you judge, you will be judged; and [a]by your standard of measure, it will be measured to you. Why do you look at the speck that is in your brother’s eye, but do not notice the log that is in your own eye?

Matthew 7:1-5 (The Message)

1-5 “Don’t pick on people, jump on their failures, criticize their faults— unless, of course, you want the same treatment. That critical spirit has a way of boomeranging. It’s easy to see a smudge on your neighbor’s face and be oblivious to the ugly sneer on your own. Do you have the nerve to say, ‘Let me wash your face for you,’ when your own face is distorted by contempt? It’s this whole traveling road-show mentality all over again, playing a holier-than-thou part instead of just living your part. Wipe that ugly sneer off your own face, and you might be fit to offer a washcloth to your neighbor.

**Bible verses from the Bible Gateway

And then…this video making ALL the noise.  And it really fits in.  With the immodest dressing.  Overmakeup.  Trying too hard.  I shared it with my girls and I want to work harder by leading by example, otherwise it’s just words, right?  So, thank you, Colbie!!

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/07/13/colbie-caillat-try_n_5581951.html

 

Hide

Does Google Earth freak anyone else out besides me?  The street view is kind of neat and all and comes in handy when looking for someplace when traveling but I find it completely creepy that the Google car can drive by when you are mowing your lawn (looking at you Hubs) and snap, preserved for posterity.  So, I really jumped all over this link a while back  (since I am stealing Hubby’s computer for a few hours and cleaning up my “drafts”)  I thought I’d throw it out there in case it’s not just me.  It worked for me when I initially logged in and followed directions, so if the you are creeped like I am you might want to follow the link and blur out your house from the street view also.

hiding your house

http://video.foxnews.com/v/2721901886001/how-to-hide-your-home-from-google-maps/?playlist_id=940325739001

Seasons of friendship

I am blessed with friends.  So very, very rich in friendships going all the way back to early elementary where I still keep in touch with friends from the old neighborhood.  I collect friends along the way.  Cherish them.  Keep in touch.  It’s why I send so many Christmas cards and the dang post office sure keeps me saving my pennies so I can continue to do so.

Friendships have many seasons though.

Right now I am in a dry season.  We are in a dry season.  Not to say we are out of friends, but merely because life is so busy.  Everyone.  So. Busy.  We are just in a season in our life where our kids keep us rockin’ and rollin’ and that’s not going to stop anytime soon and guess what?  Our friends.   They’re in the same season.  With their kids.

Of course, we live 4-7 hours from our dearest friends and so I think sometimes we just feel it more acutely.  The friends we have here are nice, but so very different in beliefs and seasons in life than we are and so it puts us in a weird place.

Someone once told me that the friends you make when your children are very young are friends for life.  I agree.  I just wish we weren’t so dang spread out.  That we would get more visitors.  That money wasn’t always an issue and we could go nilly willy and visit whoever and whenever we pleased.  That life would slow down a little.  But then, that IS life isn’t it?  Always ebb and flow. Change and change again.  It’s the way it is.

I’ll likely take a trip north in a couple of weeks to visit friends and hope to get in a maximum number of hugs and chats in my always too short trip.  I’m scheduled to shoot across to the state another weekend to have some one-on-one with an old friend.  It’s all good.  I’ll take what I can get, when I can get it and soak it in.

Completely and totally M.I.A.

When your son feeds your Macbook a chocolate protein smoothie it turns out it’s not so good for the laptop.  or the chair.  or the carpet.  but the wall cleans up nicely.   I’ve not yet purchased another laptop, although Hubby has offered up his for the evenings and/or weekends.  Until now, I’ve not taken him up on it mainly because my blogging urge doesn’t always hit during those times and the desktop has been working fine for my computer needs.  ish.  I can pay bills. Print documents.  Upload pics.  Blog occasionally.  But…..it’s just.  meh.  Not so great for blogging.  I can’t get cozy on that damn exercise ball or desk chair like I can in my big comfy chair.  My phone suffices for my Facebook stalking and Insta fixes, but I’ve never, EVER, EVER really EVER loved typing/texting on the phone.  Don’t get me wrong.  I do.  But.  So. Tiny.  Therefore, I get lazy and keep it to the bare minimum necessary.

Short story long, I think I might actually be ready for a laptop again.  Of my own.  The budget doesn’t support another Macbook.  So I’m tossing around the idea of a tablet versus a laptop.  Mainly for pics, blogs and surfing.  Down the road, maybe some “Word” business, but pretty basic.  Then maybe I’ll get back to blogging.  A little bit.

So, bloggers….and anyone else interested….what do you use??

Now….I think Imma gonna pre-blog.  Or catch up on twitter.  Or Bloglovin’.   So many choices!!!

#WIWS, blue eyeliner and more….

Joining up with the lovelies at Fine Linen and Purple for a little Mass-wear edition and some Sunday Funday pics.

And so sadly, I don’t have a full shot of my dress, mostly because I thought I had blogged it and was going to steal it from a previous post and yet…..not so much, but I’ll give you what I got!

My super cute-knee-length scoop neck  and black cardi from Kohl's.

My super cute-knee-length scoop neck and black cardi from Kohl’s.

Fave necklace, fun ring and BOOM blue eyeliner...b/c I couldn't find my brown.

Fave necklace, fun ring and BOOM blue eyeliner…b/c I couldn’t find my brown.

Then we had some World Cup and birthday thank yous going on

Then we had some World Cup and birthday thank yous going on and mango salsa making for fish dinner

then we had some of this going on, b/c great waves for jumping over and under and well worth the itty raspberry on my knee from a poorly caught wave

then we had some of this going on, b/c great waves for jumping over and under and well worth the itty raspberry on my knee from a poorly caught wave

Some lovely snapdragons from our Trader Joe's trip..and some yumminess

Some lovely snapdragons from our Trader Joe’s trip..and some yumminess

lastly.....the 44 yo eyes were kicking in this morning, thankfully better by the afternoon.  OY.

lastly…..the 44 yo eyes were kicking in this morning, thankfully better by the afternoon. OY.