Look what I got:

Holla!
I think my wedding cake will be made out of Reese's Peanut Butter EGGS!

In MY dreams.

About 3 years ago I traded in my 2dr Tahoe for a more up to date SUV, that was the worst decision I've ever made. It was my first car and it was my "dream" car. Things were constantly falling apart but it maintained its beauty on the outside. I am currently shopping for a new car and I find myself missing my Tahoe like crazy. I wish I could hunt it down and offer the owner a couple thousand cash and be on my way. That might not be a good idea since the car would be 14 years old and probably still falling apart. Whatever. I often have dreams of this vehicle, I don't think that is normal but I don't mind. I dream that I still own the car, in addition to the current car that I am driving, so I always have a choice of two cars to drive. In my reoccurring dreams I find myself taking it out for a Sunday drive, much like an old classic car. I am sure this all seems weird to you, but to me it does not seem weird at all. Moral of the story: Don't sell things that you love, like your husband or babies, because in the end you will always want them back.

Blogging from the bed...

I thought the title sounded catchy...but it could also be creepy. So let's go with the former.
The oak in the air has my allergies in a frenzy! I would love to go out and enjoy this beautiful day but instead I have been in bed since getting off of work at 8AM. I am catching up on all the shows I've missed this week on BRAVO. I love that station, it is my new favorite! There is really no reason for a blog today, just thought I would since it's been a couple days. I haven't had anything exciting happen so ya...I'm boring. I am excited that Reese's Peanut Butter Eggs are back in stores! Just another reason why I love spring!

Woohoo.

By the way...

Andy Roddick came into my Starbucks this week and he is just as pretty as he looks on TV or pictures. He is currently sporting a mohawk right now...but I was feelin' it.

Beauty For Ashes, huh?

I began to wonder how many people completely understood the meaning of my blog title, so if you don't this is for you.

About a year ago I began reading "Breaking Free" by Beth Moore, wonderful book! If you have never read a book by Beth Moore, boy do I recommend getting on that! She is an amazing writer, very down to earth and has a way with words that makes you love Jesus even more! Anyway...I love to read her books because she has a way of digging into God's word and making it real to me! I can definitely feel God grabbing me by the face and saying THIS IS FOR YOU! Funny how He is always right. :)

Breaking Free is about breaking the chains of our past that weigh us down and limit us from doing the will of God. One chapter is about God restoring our heart that is dirty from the stains of sin and making it beautiful again. Old Testament verses speak of people covering themselves in ashes and crying out to God for repentance. God says that He will replace our ashes and make us beautiful again.

Two years ago a messy break up left me in the pit of depression. I felt like I was covered with filth from the sin that got me into that pit. After weeks of prayer I began to hear God calling me by name and telling me that I do not belong there. He began to transform my thoughts and replaced my figurative ashes for beauty! I love the fact I can look back at this time and smile. I smile because during the toughest time I have faced so far, I began to develop a relationship with my Savior. I was more than a believer, I was becoming a do-er of the word. People think it is weird that I can reflect on a period in my life where I was cheated on by a boyfriend that I considered marrying and just laugh...God is just that good! I laugh at how ridiculous I was for putting more hope in him than in a God that has provided me with so much.

God is good. End of story. This is the verse that has gotten me out of that pit and the reason I will never follow anyone or anything else!

"I love the LORD, for He heard my voice; He heard my cry for mercy. Because He turned His ear to me, I will call on Him as long as I live."
Psalm 116:1-2

Conversation I had with my dad today via text messaging.

Dad: Sister, how are you doing today?
Me: Sister?
Dad: Isn't that what Brandi calls you?
Me: No, Brandi calls me Beech.
Dad: Oh...well that isn't very nice.

No feedback please.

I don't really know how I feel about President Obama. I mean, he looks like he would be a nice guy and he is smarter than me so that is pretty cool but I am ready for him to stop being a celebrity and start being a little more respected as a President. That was an extremely long run on sentence but I do not care to correct it at this time. I am not saying that he has made himself a "celebrity" but the media sure has. Was Bush ever on Jay Leno? I want to say no but I am not completely sure. (Do you like how I check my facts before I blog? Haha) I think it is funny how the general public adores Obama but if Bush did some of the same things he has, he would have definitely been called out for it. I am just ready for America to get over their infatuation for our current President and start seeing him as a man in power instead of a celebrity. I do admit, the more I hear him speak the more credit I give him....I don't hate the guy, I just don't agree with him. Just like liberals didn't agree with Bush...I am allowed to have those opinions, however I hardly ever voice them because I hate hearing peoples crap about it. We don't have to agree, the world won't end if we don't, I won't hate you if we don't agree...therefore stop acting like you are going to change my political stance with your mumbo jumbo. :) As I sit here and reread this blog, it doesn't really make a whole lot of sense to me but I am too tired to rewrite it so I think you get my point and if not my point is:

America, Barack Obama is our President, not a celebrity. Please stop putting him on the back of your over-sized hooded jackets and outlining it with rhinestones and slang words. I am sure he doesn't think it is flattering.

(I did see that on a 20-something year old guy in Denver...true story.)