The Hair Cut

This blog is new - and I don't have that many friends who read my blog faithfully. Therefore my readers are few.

However...
Two of you actually took the time to phone me to ask about my hair cut.
So to me this says:
"Bethany, you need to post a photo (or two, or three!) to show your friends what the heck it looks like! (and Bethany - that wee little photo from your last post just doesn't cut it)"

So here you go!

The Hair Cut

Before:

The Hair Cut:

After!

it's up in a pony just in case you think it's all been chopped off!

see you in a week or so!

ok so i did it anyway.

after my rant about not cutting my hair - I cut it.

and I like it!

it took a while to get used to. It's more "stylish" than what I have sported in the past.

this means I actually have to style my hair most days now.

OR

I can just throw it up in a pony and let it be messy.

after all

Ruth doesn't care!

We went to the park today:

we're off on vacation soon so no post for a while -

but I promise it will be a good one when i get back.

That's (my) Entertainment!

http://www.mitchellrose.com

check.it.out

funny.

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Personality Flaws...

I have always thought it important to be a friend who is honest and kind. I will put this into practice when someone needs to be told kindly the truth about a "problem" that they do not clearly see. In the past I have taken this too far (thanks dad, for the inherited "confrontational" attitude), and I can focus to much on the "honest" part and forget the "kind" part. But lately, since I am trying hard not to insult too many people with my "honesty", I haven't ruined too many people's days.

I have a dear friend who I very intelligent and I respect her opinion very much. I trust that she sees me as I really am. This person is Vanessa (I am html stupid and don't know how to make this a link - you can find her on the right side bar of this blog).

While talking with her about our much anticipated trip to Banff for a little vacation, I mentioned (again) about how I am looking forward to visiting my old place of work - just to show my ex-coworkers that I am not living a depressing crappy life.

I am this way with other people too. I am this way with almost anyone who has hurt me or shown me that they do not belive in me, or that they care less if I exist or not (primarily when I really care that they exist).

I don't know if I can really explain where all this comes from. It's partly competitive I guess. But Vanessa pointed out that this attitude I have is damaging and that it shows a deep set insecurity that I have with myself. She made such a big stink about it that this time it really hit home.

I have always been viewed as a "confident" person - sometimes "over-confident" (thanks again dad!) I have never really seen myself as insecure until recently. At this point in my life I feel confidence needs to be spread a greater distance. It's hard to spread it that thin sometimes.

But now, as I write this, I think about where my confidence comes from. It comes from knowing that I cannot be perfect, that I am loved for who I am regardless, and that there is a purpose for my imperfect life on this planet.

And now after writing that I see clearly the bigger picture. As a Christian, my confidence comes from Christ alone.

Guess I better go work on that some more...

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*thank you Vanessa for your friendship - it means soooooo much to me!

3 or so Years Ago...

On the road to massive change... fall 2003

I think a lot about that time of my life.

When I look back I get embarrassed by myself. I thought I knew what life held for me for the most part. I saw school, a boyfriend from NZ, a cute apartment. I saw myself as someone who was important and influential within the Christian community I was part of. I saw someone who had it together and was on the way up up up!

If some was to tell me then that I would make a speedy decision to move to Banff, partially due to chasing a boy, and that I would stay there for 2 years and drop all the above dreams - I probably wouldn't have believed it.

Then if that someone would go on to tell me that I would go on to work in -35 weather as a photographer at a ski hill, start to forget the one who gave me life and live accordingly, quit the sucky job and land a fancy job, fall in love with a man 8 years older than me from England, get pregnant before we were married and then move like lightning to tie all the loose ends together and make a move to the Comox Valley to start a family... I would have dropped.

Life's like that. It's taken me a while to come to terms with the fact that what I think is in store for my life never really becomes reality.

One thing HAS stayed consistent. Jesus has always remained by my side whether I liked it or not. It's a good thing too because he has made my life better than I dreamed it could be.

Hey Bud...

Our rose bush has buds on it. And it's January. This is why I love life on the Island. It may be wet wet WET in the winter, but hey winter here only lasts 4 months at the most. Oh and of course you can always escape the rain by going here (look to the hills!):

To celebrate the first day of SUN for 2007 we spent the morning sipping coffee whilst wandering around Comox and admiring God's creation at the Filberg Park. Ruth seems to be an outdoor gal already. She experienced frost laden leaves, mossy sticks, "play-fighting" deer, kissing deer, splashing ducks and noisy gulls! Wow - everything is so much more interesting through the eyes of a toddler!

Hope all of you had a chance to enjoy the sunshine today too!

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Art is Personal

While I was working at the art gallery (during the only period of my life when I had a REAL job) I met a lot of people who thought they knew art. They would walk around the gallery telling me what was good and what was crap. I would tell them "art is personal".

Art speaks to everyone differently of course. What one may like, another may detest.

This is true for Joe and I. He REALLY doesn't like this:

I however - LOVE IT. This is Jesse Reno.

www.jessereno.com

This art is called "outsider" art. Typically it's created by people who are self taught and it usually doesn't fit into traditional art categories - except maybe "abstract". Anyway - if you are bored with nothing to do try a search on Google for "outsider art". It can be somewhat dark... I guess the style attracts those kinds of people.

But I'm not dark - azam I? At least I don't think so!

But I love it.

And one day I may just have my very own. Until then - I will buy prints.

What's your favourite artist or style of art?

Leave a website when you comment!

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Chitty Chitty Bang Bang

It is decided. I shall not bang.

Test results show that it's not such a great idea.

Late night hair-change experiments should not be allowed.

My mom once did this up-do in her hair as a "surprise" for my father when he got home from work. He screamed in terror.

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Oh - and welcome to my blog.