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If… then what?

Let me start by saying this post is my political opinion. I have so many friends (and a husband) who view politics differently than me. And I love and respect each of them– and their opinions. (Hi babe!! Hey Kristie!!)

I’m so confused by “the worlds” fascination with providing Donald Trump had an affair and that he is a racist. He IS racist and he probably has had multiple affairs. So– if “we” prove it– then what??

What is the end game with proving these types of “allegations?” I don’t care if we sleeps with half the world. I don’t need any other “alternative fact” to prove that {in my opinion} he IS racist.

Let’s put more focus on what WE as a nation want to happen and less on proving he paid off a Lady to keep quiet. Who cares? That takes me to Bill Clinton (❤️❤️❤️❤️). He admitted it. Okay it took some coaxing but he admitted it. Then what???

Why do we try so hard as a nation, in our friendships, in our marriages, to get that “I told you so” moment? When did proving someone wrong become more important than the bigger picture??

I don’t like Donald Trump. I don’t like what’s happening in our world. I want to throw a tantrum and cry out “IT WASN’T SUPPOSED TO BE THIS WAY!” 😭😭 But that solves nothing. Proving Donald Trump is a racist won’t do anything. Didn’t we already know that?

I don’t know people. I don’t like what’s going on in our world one bit. It’s sad. We’ve lost sight of the big picture and we are wrapped up in being right and have lost our direction.

Thoughts?

Thanks for reading,

Cara Roxanne

The day it happened!

I. Met. Hillary. Clinton.

I bought my ticket. Drove to Little Rock and waited in line for 3 hours.

All the emotions were going on simultaneously. Excited. Nervous. Thrilled. Scared. Talkative. Tongue tied. It was such a rush!

As I stood in line I kept thinking of what I wanted to say. I wanted to say so much… I needed her to hear me say how sorry I was that things turned out the way they did. I desperately wanted to share the pain I felt on November 8th and beyond… I wanted to know how inspired she made me feel! But I also wanted to be somewhat memorable. I had every reason to believe she would hear those things over and over…

So I told her I was sorry for what I said when I met her back in the early 90’s. My choir was singing at an event in Little Rock in which the First Lady and First Daughter (is that a thing?) would be attending. Hillary came up to my choir after it was over and said to me “what a beautiful voice you have!” I looked at the lady in a red pant suit with a pony tail AND a headband in her head and said “thank you. But my parents didn’t vote for your husband.” She smiled, kinda laughed and said “well– that’s okay!”

So as it’s my turn to walk up to the table I am prepared for my spill. She looked up and smiled, asked my name and shook my hand. She held my hand the whole time we spoke. She laughed after my story and said “well you shouldn’t feel bad for that.” She asked if I was still singing , released my hand, and I told her “Thank you for inspiring me to do more.” She smiled, said thank you and as I began to walk away she said “it was nice to meet you Cara(pronounced correctly) and I love your shirt.”

Best. Moment. Ever.

2017 will ALWAYS and forever bring fond memories.

Thanks for reading!

For now,

Cara Roxanne

Whole 30 and the Whole ugly truth

Today was Day 1 of the Whole 30.

I could be super positive and tell you it was so amazing and that I feel great. I mean I could tell you that… but I won’t. Because that’s a lie. And if it’s not your New Years Resolution to lie less, than it should be.

Today has been interesting to say the least. 

  1. I realized that drinking black coffee is going to be rough
  2. I’m still messed up over how much I spent at Kroger yesterday
  3. I need a bite of something sweet after dinner
  4. This is not glamorous
  5. I’ve spent a good bit of time in the bathroom (TMI, y’all.)

Okay so here goes… this is my story.

I have stomach issues. I have a stomach ulcer. There are literally days when I am going into a meeting or somewhere quiet and I pray beforehand that my stomach will not make “any of those weird noises” during the meeting. It sounds like my stomach is growling or like I am about to crap my pants. There really isn’t anything else it could be. It’s so bad! Anyway, so I have stomach issues. Tada!

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Over the Christmas break my husband, daughter, and myself drove to South Carolina to see my sister and her family. My sister is a health nut. (I mean that in the nicest way possible…seriously.) She eats organic, has her babies with midwives in her home, and is a saint. She prepares meals every single day using nothing processed. She buys the good meat (not the frozen bag kind). She has a fridge and pantry full of yummy, healthy, choices to eat, and I am totally envious. She’s also a personal trainer. Bottom line- I stand in awe of her. She eats well, she feeds her family well, and she’s fit. She has tried to convince me before that I needed to try the Whole 30. I attempted it about a year ago for 4 hours. Those were the worst 4 hours of my life. I wasn’t prepared, I had no clue what I was doing and I really was just doing it to make my sister proud. I failed. This trip the Whole 30 came up and I listened to what she had to say. I saw the validity in doing the Whole 30 {legit not half-a%%} and I began to understand that it could be a way for me to figure out my tummy issues. So I jumped in. Signed up. Even added a Pinterest board titled “Whole 30”. I-AM-LEGIT.

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I eat healthy. My typical day is oatmeal and a banana for breakfast, granola bar around 10, 2 scoops of peanut butter at noon, salad around 2, tuna around 4, something grilled and a veggie around 6 and nothing to eat or drink after 7. I mean come on- that’s not bad…right? Oh yea… lots of coffee for breakfast, no cokes throughout the day, and something sweet to eat after dinner.

My trip to Kroger was crazy. After I got all the veggies and meat that I needed, I went on a hunt for Coconut Oil and Almond Butter. (Apparently these are must haves for the Whole 30) I couldn’t believe the cost of these things. NO WONDER we are fat!!! No wonder we eat crap!! Good Lord it’s expensive to eat healthy. Oh well. I am doing this. I am not going to cave in. I-GOT-THIS!

Okay so here’s the deal… I will tell you more as we go along. I will tell you what I ate. I am promising not to cheat (on purpose) and I vow to be open minded. Today I feel pretty good. It was a strange day. I had to text my sister 30 times to ask if I could add Stevia to my coffee, or if I could have a piece of gum. It was weird eating salsa with a fork while everyone else used a tortilla chip. It was strange not having one of my cherry cordials <WEAKNESS> after dinner. I’ve never wanted a Reese’s so bad in my life and every time I open up the cabinet it is staring at me. SIGH…. I didn’t cheat. I’m tired and hungry and I’m going to bed.

BREAKFAST: 

14,000 cups of coffee. [okay like 5] Black. black coffee with no creamer or anything tasty in it.

One fried egg with salt and pepper on it

LUNCH:

Fajitas from a Mexican Restaurant with no cheese, sour cream, or tortilla.

DINNER:

Sausage and Shrimp pinterest recipe my sister sent me.   (Click on the link to make it. Super easy. Super yummy. Even my husband who is not on the Whole30 loved it!)

SNACKS:

2 scoops of almond butter. 1 apple. handful of almonds. handful of pistachios. and a crap ton of water.

8 minutes…8 months

I lost a bet during the 2nd debate

I had bet Donald Trump could make it 15 minutes being a “normal” person.

He made it 8 minutes.

8 whole minutes! He made it 8 minutes before the bantering, disrespectful, misogynous, attitude came out. I lost $10 dollars.

When it comes to Donald Trump being president, I have told my husband he could make it 8 months. 8 whole months before he gives up, says he quits, and realizes the enormous position that being President is. I give him 8 months. I want to note that I said that long before Hillary Clinton lost the election. I have said this for months now.

Today an article was posted on The Washington Post that Trump has already announced he doesn’t want to live at the White House full time.  He has ALREADY said this and he hasn’t even become the next President. I cannot understand this mind set. It’s insane. And therefore– I give him 8 months before he is ready to throw in the towel.

I pray I am wrong, but fear I am right.

8 minutes. Mark my words.

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Roxy

Sunshine in the rain 

In my grad class “Group Therapy” we talked many times about what we in the biz call “check-ins” (let me see I’ve longed for the chance to say we “in the biz”).

Check ins are simply that– checking in with your client. This is often done in the form of “go arounds”where the therapist (group leader) starts off and literally goes around the group

Here’s an example: “ok group- let’s do a check in using weather. I’ll start. Right now I am feeling partly cloudy”. Next person “it’s a sunny day”. Next person “thunderstorm rolling in”. You get the picture. By doing this, the therapist can gain insight into how group members are felling and also clients get to use very simple ways to express how they feel.

This week I have been cloudy. Thunderstorms at times, and I’m pretty sure an emotional tornado passed by me several times. There were a few times, I must say, when it raining while the sun was out.

Let me explain– in my mourning, heartache and pure devastation, there were rays of sunshine shining down on me. These rays are my friends and my acquaintances that chose to reach out to provide comfort when I needed it most. To each of you- and there are more than I can post– thank you. In my heartache you were there for me.

To protect their names and to not drag them into anything, I have tried my best to disguise who these “rays of sunshine” are. If they so choose to become public then that is perfectly fine, but it is their choice.

These rays of sunshine got me through this week. My friends cared about me. No matter what side of the political spectrum they were on- there was unity. They may have been delighted at the outcome but because I was hurting, they extended grace. Many were out of the blue and from “unusual suspects” 😉 But each of these words of kindness helped restore my faith in humanity. In a time when it would have been easy to gloat, they chose grace. When it would have been easy to celebrate, they chose to extend condolences.

From the bottom of my heart– I thank you. Now for a “check in”… I’m feeling partly sunny! 😊

A heartbreaking week 

This week has been nothing short of heartbreaking. I went to bed Monday night with an excitement I haven’t felt since I believed in Santa Clause. Honestly- I didn’t know if I COULD go to sleep.

“This is the last night I am going to sleep in a world where a female has never been President” I told myself as I drifted off to sleepy town with (undoubtedly) a smile on my face.

Tuesday morning I woke up PUMPED! I posted a meme where a lady has her hands in the air and the quote says “hallelujah! This is the final day of the election”. (Something to that affect). I was elated that THE day had finally arrived. I listened to “Fight Song” about 8 times and danced around my house. Literally danced. Elizabeth Banks posted a rendition of “Fight Song” that was acapella and was performed by HRC supporters. I could NOT have been more pumped. I felt pumped! I felt energized! I felt proud!

But we had a small problem… I had class at 6pm nearly an hour away. I had emailed and called my professor to protest holding class during such a monumental moment in our nation. We were about to shake up history and I didn’t want to miss a moment of it. Sure I knew it was going to be a “grand slam” win, but I didn’t want to miss a moment of blue being splattered over my tv screen. I never heard back from my professor so against my better judgement, I headed to class. When I was less than 10 minutes away, my buddy from class called to say she had sent us home to watch the election! Woot woot! Turned around, called the hubs to give him the good news, and began jamming! There it was again… “Brave” and “Fight Song” kept me going on the drive home. Tears were in my eyes and I began to (once again) try to soak in what HRC winning would mean to ME.

I came home, grabbed a slice of pizza and headed upstairs. To the best of my memory I remember seeing HRC at 90 votes and Trump at 30. Here we go! She was in it to win it and it was about to happen. In less than an hour I had already moved downstairs. I sat in the quiet and began to cry. I couldn’t fathom what was happening. How were reporters already talking about predictions of Trump to win states that are ALWAYS blue??

At 9:34 I gave up. I lost hope. I walked out into the garage and began too remove the “Women Can Stop Trump” sticker off my car. At 10:13 I got a text from my sister that contained a photo of her smiling from ear to ear with the caption “I love you BUT…” on it. (I love my sister. That’s how we roll. I would have done the same thing had the roles been reversed.  I’m not mad at her). I managed to stay awake til nearly 1:00 and I laid there and cried. I began to vent to my husband and bawl like a baby. He held me and heard me. While he didn’t vote for Trump, he also didn’t vote for HRC. BUT– this didn’t matter. He wanted to be there for ME.

I woke up several times throughout the night only to cry again. It wasn’t a dream. This was happening.

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As dawn broke on Wednesday morning… so did my heart. I began to weep and feel things inside of me I have never felt before. I was heartbroken, devastated, angry, confused… it is still too fresh for me to describe accurately how I felt. I watched a bit more of the news and cried while I ate my oatmeal. My husband had to leave town and held me one last time. He left, I cried, and my phone began to blow up. (That’s another post yet to come).

I sat in silence as I waited for her speech. I cried when she walked out and smiled while she held back tears. Her words were so poised and eloquent… and above all, heartfelt. My heart broke for me, for her, for her many supporters (according to popular vote there were more HRC fans than Trump fans). My heart was shattered for what this meant for women, for minorities, for members of the LGBTQ community, and many others.

My heart is broken over this devastating loss. And for me (and many others) that’s exactly what it is!… a devastating loss. We will recover. We will move forward. I will support Trump through prayer. I will give him a chance. And I will continue to chip away at the “glass ceiling”.

A broken hearted Hillary supporter,

Roxy

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