The Dying Art of Modesty

Modesty struck me tonight.

Am I now trying to win the approval of human beings, or of God? Or am I trying to please people? If I were still trying to please people, I would not be a servant of Christ.  -- Galatians 1:10

As I set aside my workout clothes for the morning, I stopped to think of what here would be considered "MODEST"... well this shirt is a bit tight. and this top rides up.. these shorts are um well short. Pants are tight. You get the point... a lot of my workout clothes aren't "modest" and for the longest time I've said "well everybody wears these and it's no big deal" and had a locker room mentality about it all. As a woman, I have a responsibility to be modest. God doesn't say "hey cover up when it's cold," He says...

Do you not know that your bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own;  you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your bodies. -- 1 Cor 6:19-20

Therefore, I urge you, brothers and sisters, in view of God’s mercy, to offer your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God—this is your true and proper worship. --Romans 12:1

As obedient children, do not conform to the evil desires you had when you lived in ignorance.-- 1 Peter 1:14

I also want the women to dress modestly, with decency and propriety, adorning themselves, not with elaborate hairstyles or gold or pearls or expensive clothes, but with good deeds, appropriate for women who profess to worship God -- 1 Timothy 2:9-10

Your beauty should not come from outward adornment, such as braided hair and the wearing of gold jewelry and fine clothes. Instead, it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God's sight. --1 Peter 3:3-4

For God did not call us to be impure, but to live a holy life.-- 1 Thessalonians 4:7

Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit, but in humility consider others better than yourselves. Each of you should look not only to your own interests, but also to the interests of others. -- Philippians 2:3-4

I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me. -- Galatians 2:2-20

Let us not become conceited, provoking and envying each other. -- Galatians 5:26

May I never boast except in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ, through which the world has been crucified to me, and I to the world. -- Galatians 6:14

Since, then, you have been raised with Christ, set your hearts on things above, where Christ is, seated at the right hand of God. Set your minds on things above, not on earthly things.-- Colossians 3:1-2

Therefore let us stop passing judgment on one another. Instead, make up your mind not to put any stumbling block or obstacle in the way of a brother or sister. -- Romans 14:13

Don't you know that you yourselves are God's temple and that God's Spirit lives in you? -- 1 Corinthians 3:16

Rather, clothe yourselves with the Lord Jesus Christ, and do not think about how to gratify the desires of the sinful nature. -- Romans 13:14

Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is--His good, pleasing and perfect will. -- Romans 12:2

Test everything. Hold on to the good. Avoid every kind of evil. -- 1 Thessalonians 5:21-22

You, my brothers and sisters, were called to be free. But do not use your freedom to indulge the flesh ; rather, serve one another humbly in love. -- Galatians 5:13


We put no stumbling block in anyone’s path, so that our ministry will not be discredited. -- 2 Corinthians 6:3


Are we honoring God with our bodies? Standing in front of the mirror, picking out the clothes that look sexy? That compliment our best features so others can "feast" their eyes? Are we getting dressed thinking consciously that our choice can potentially lead someone to sin? That this sin is on us, for being vain and conceited? Do we stop to think if God is pleased with our appearance? Or are we purposely trying to provoke others, getting dressed out of envy to compete with other people? Are we so obsessed with fitness and outward appearance that those who are considered fit must always show off their bodies, like trophies? Why is the "unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit" not enough?

Let us PLEASE take a little longer when we're getting dressed. Let's please ask ourselves "is this pleasing to God?" and "God, am I wearing this to please others or to please you?" and CHANGE. CHANGE CLOTHES. You may have to be that person sweating the most. You may have to purchase a larger size than the world says "fits" so clothes aren't so tight. You may have to choose a t-shirt instead of the tight top that rides up. You may have a farmer's tan! You may not get the second-glance!! But please please PLEASE think of your brothers in Christ, TRYING so hard in this filthy world to be holy men of God. COVER UP. I have a little brother, I say little but he's a grown man. It's my prayer that he trains his eyes to find beauty in discerning, modest women. It is my prayer for all my brothers in Christ.

Women, let's make a vow to God to serve others, to be submissive, even in how we dress. That we make a choice to declare MODEST = BEAUTIFUL, and no longer conform to the sad, degrading pattern of this world. That we may store up passion and honor our husbands, keeping our bodies holy, safe from prying eyes. We should desire God's attention, and God's approval. I'm going to start saying a quick prayer after I get dressed, asking God to help me be an ambassador for Him, not a stumbling block.


She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come. Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised. -- Proverbs 31:25,30

Life's Not Fair

I always hear people say "life's not fair" when something doesn't go their way.
Today, I'm saying "life's not fair" because my day is going too good to be true.
I have had a smile stuck on my face for longer than I can remember, and honestly I don't feel like I deserve this much all at once. Not fair! This should be evenly distributed somehow. But alas. I'm not in charge :)
Sometimes God just pours blessings over me. It's like He's looking right into my heart and answering my repetitive prayers in bundles. My God of hope is so loving. Ahhh!! I can't stop praising Him today, nor do I want to!!
Life may not seem fair to us as it's happening, but I think it's because we can't see the end result. Our God certainly is loving and just. He's very much in control. He's always working for the good of those who love Him, and our ultimate good is to be in His presence. Redefines tragedy. Redefines sickness. Redefines death. Redefines heartache.  For to me, to live is Christ and to die is gain (Phil 1:21). So I won't take for granted these small answered prayers that He's thrown at me today :) I trust Him with all my heart and with all my future.

He is the Rock, his works are perfect, and all his ways are just. A faithful God who does no wrong, upright and just is he. - Deutoronomy 32:4

Righteousness and justice are the foundation of your throne; love and faithfulness go before you. -- Psalm 89:14

The works of his hands are faithful and just; all his precepts are trustworthy. -- Psalm 111:7

How to Give Birthday Flowers

Most of my posts are directed toward women but this is an exception.

MEN,

As most of you know, there are expectations of you. Women expect to be remembered on their birthday. Women love flowers. Correction: ALL WOMEN love flowers. Here's my how to on giving birthday flowers.

Just Do It

If you consider yourself attached in any way, shape, or form, you should probably give the lady some flowers on her birthday. No need to confess your undying love or anything. Just some flowers to be sweet.

Choosing the Flowers/ Size of Arrangement/ Card

This gets confusing, and you never want to overdo it or not go with enough. No need to break the bank here, Don Juan, but be thoughtful please.

• if you're just "talking" - go with something cute and light. some Gerbera Daisies, Carnations, or Sunflowers would be more than appropriate. small bouquet here, nothing crazy!! Keep it short on the card. "Happy birthday" suffices, really!
  
  
• if you're "dating" or "going out" but not facebook official, no title - you can stick with the "talking" flower selections and small bouquet, but make sure the note is a little more meaningful. Call her beautiful, lovely, or gorgeous. Say something sweet. Being funny is always a great route as well.
  
  
• if you're totes offish - look into an arrangement. Go a little bit bigger. A cute combo of flowers. Throw some roses in the mix. Bright colors are great. If you're lovy dovy already, go ahead and be pretty romantic on the card.
• if you're long-terming it - you know what she loves. If you don't know her favorite flower, go by her personality. If she's more introverted, go with delicate flowers like peonies, hydrangeas, or creamy roses. If she's a firecracker, get her more exotic flowers. Fun colors. Dahlias, lillies, tulips, get creative. Don't get too crazy on the size because those are usually more expensive flowers. It's the thought that counts. Make the note meaningful.
• if you're engaged or married - ahhh. Don't mess it up!! Honestly, a bouquet of peonies is just about the most romantic thing in my book, if all fails, go with that. Roses are fool-proof. Get an arrangement if you're having trouble. Take your time on the note, dig deep buddy.

a little extravagant, but peonies are incredible

When & Where

If your woman is employed, your flowers must be delivered while she is AT WORK.  It is extremely important to women to have her birthday flowers in public at work. This is her day. She wants to feel acknowledged at work, and to be honest, she wants to show everyone at work that SOMEBODY cares enough to send flowers. It speaks volumes. Just do it.

Here's where it gets tricky....

If she's not at work on her birthday, you must ANTICIPATE and give her the flowers before her birthday, when she is at work.

• birthday on a saturday or sunday: give the flowers on friday at work
• if she works monday and tuesday, and her birthday is thursday: give the flowers on tuesday at work

If she doesn't work, give the flowers in an appropriate manner. If you're taking her out on a date, give them when you're picking her up. Basic.

Details

• Delivery is optional. You can hand deliver it to her work or have it delivered.
• Be aware that flowers wilt. And die. You don't want to buy them too far in advance!!
• Don't spend a fortune. That's not the point!
• Don't read into it too much if you're talking or dating. You're just being thoughtful.

THE END!

DEFRUMPATHON

I have been hiding in a lab coat. I've been getting up in the morning, putting my glasses on, hair in a bun, and heading out the door. I heard my Chi straightener crying in the bathroom. My curling iron was trying to hang itself. My makeup bag sounds like people trapped in a trunk. And my contact lenses... well that's too personal. They've asked me not to write about it. They're on medication now and they promise it won't happen again. Needless to say (but I will) they have been neglected and unused.

While I can't guarantee that I will look like a Dallas Cowboys cheerleader everyday, I can say that I'll do better than frumpy nerdy boring.  I wouldn't recognize myself back in high school. Heck I didn't even know what a straightener was back then. My makeup was hilarious. White eyeshadow. EVERYDAY. I think I learned everything in college. And now, 2 years after graduation, Helenasaurus is gonna pick up the slack. I'm not being shallow. I know I don't "need" makeup and it's not a self-esteem issue (I was voted 'most confident' on facebook when they used to rank people, and I'm confident it's accurate). Getting complimented is nice, although that's not what I'm doing it for. It's really for me. The rest is consequential.
This is day 2. Let's see how it goes :)


‎'I'm pretty sure there's a lot more to life than being really, really, ridiculously good looking'
- Derek Zoolander

Competition?

I have a love/hate relationship with competition.
I was raised in a sports family. The men are all incredible athletes, my grandmother is a diehard watcher of sports. She keeps up with EVERYTHING during the Olympics haha every Brazilian medal!
My grandfather, who was my father figure growing up, was an amazing soccer player and coach.
My other grandfather (biological) was a great athlete as well. My dad was an athlete.
So go figure that I take on challenges with a "bring it" attitude... My confidence is ridiculous. I've done 2 marathons, and my finishing time was exactly that. a FINISHING time. Competitively, horrible time. But it's 26.2 miles. At some point, your brain says "YOU WILL DIE" and you just put one foot in front of the other, time becomes the last concern. Watching sports... oh gosh. If it's MY TEAM I go nuts. My poor cat is terrified. He hid behind the Christmas tree during tonight's game. Go Mavericks ;)

But to stay on point, I was raised around competition. It isn't something that my family tried to shelter me from. Academically, I competed like nobody's business. In elementary school I had medals from math olympics. I'd beat the entire grade for it. I won it 3 of 4 years. That second grade loss was catastrophic. The kid who won got BOTH the math and language medals. BUT I was also a swimmer. I got swimming medals and somehow in my 8 year old head, knowing that kid probably couldn't swim made it okay.
High school was a beautiful nightmare in the competition arena. I did everything. I lettered in sports and I have medals in various events, from science to band to calculators to powerlifting. You name it. I was used to placing. NOT WINNING. placing. I won a couple of things, but silver seemed to be a common theme.
The second best. Next best. Almost.
During college I rebelled against most of that. I didn't time my runs. I didn't freak out when I made a B... or a C (depending on the class) and I stopped trying to win things. Keyword trying. I still got out with an honors diploma and the bells and whistles, but something inside me changed.
I no longer felt that need to compete. I didn't see how it would prove anything, really, if I won or not.
Now that I do races again, I push myself, but it's for self-improvement and time goals. It's not about running faster than the sweet lady in front of me. It's not about my worth being dependent on how well I do.

I like to look back and say "I finished. I finished as strong as I could" and let that be that. I ran hard. That's really the best I can offer. I'm so tired of competing. A proud, confident, borderline arrogant part of me thrives on it. But the realistic, anti-me part says "it doesn't matter how you stack up against other people. it's a one-Man show." In relationships, I could sit there and tear someone else to shreds. I could say "well she's not this and she's not that, and I can do this and I've always done this...." and go on for days. DAYS. I can tear someone apart with words. I find weakness. I have the potential to be a terribly mean person, and I have been before! God help me to not be that person again. To realize my worth is only dependent on the cross. And that if anybody wants to compete with me, I refuse. I won't play games for attention. I won't pry and push and shove. There's only a true winner if every strong contender plays the game. Well. I choose to not compete. I hope to God that my pride won't get in the way. I pray that I hold tight to my worth in God's eyes. That looks don't matter. That no matter how pushy, convenient, available, and um easy someone can be, that it won't affect ME, who I am, what I can offer, and that God is the strength of my heart and my portion. I am tired of compromising because of the urge to compete. I'm tired of the anxiety. I want to love others, not see them as enemies. I want to look at other women and think "God loves her just as much as He loves me. Christ died for her the same way He died for me. Grace washes over her in the same, undeserving way that it washes over me." and move on.

From scripture, God secures victories. He fights for His people. He delivers them from death. He ensures their inheritance is delightful. If God is with me, who can be against me?! If God wills me to have something, nothing and no one can stand in the way. I need not compromise my purity, my heart, and my peace, worrying that I won't be enough. Through Christ's perfection and righteousness I have been made perfect and righteous in the sight of God. I need to keep repeating that to myself until it sinks in. God will fight for me, I need only to be still and wait for my certain victory.

Beach to Bay Relay Pick-up Lines

Hello girls and boys!
Helena is bored and laughing and speaking in the third person, um so I'm waiting for my baton by the ocean and my mind is already racing w funny lines that i wont use but wow. i need share.

• here ya go, *hands water bottle* you've been running through my mind gotta stay hydrated!
• *hands water bottle* you look hot!
• do you know where i can get a life jacket? im drowning in the ocean of your eyes.
• *throw out the line in their direction and start reeling and walk closer * if i caught you, i wouldnt throw you back! keeper! ... or..... looks like a great catch!
• you look like my next boyfriend!
• nice bib, whats your number?
• *bump the person* nice running into you! 
• *set timer on watch to go off* beep its about time i met you!

there are more, but im out of time :)

Home Sweet Home

I struggle deciding which I love the most: reading or writing.

Reading takes me away. I lose myself and someone else’s world surrounds me. Relating to the characters, depending on the story, and not knowing how it ends. It’s extremely exciting.

Writing is a glimpse into MY soul. It brings me out into the open. Vulnerable. My sense of humor, my perspective, whatever wisdom (or lack thereof) I choose to share with everyone. I’m much more guarded. I see before me a skeleton, the framework, and I fill in the rest. The meat and the outward appearance. I decide how it ends. It’s enthralling.

It’s much easier for me to read. It’s what I do the most of the two.

When I want to hide, I read. But then… it happens! That moment when I’m finally tired of hiding and I want to explore and share. I run out, confident that I can contribute something that will benefit a reader. Whether it’s funny or meaningful. An analogy. A spontaneous exhale, getting it off my chest. An update on my life. A moment. A thought. An event.

Today, it’s the smell on my shirt.

My mixed feelings. How happy I am, yet my feet are so firmly planted on the ground. How my heart still winces.

My walls are sky high, yet this managed to stick to me. This smell on my shirt, from one brief, awkward hug.

Now it’s lingering, against my will. It makes me face it. Forgiveness. Can I forgive and push away at the same time?

Can I say “it’s alright” but avoid it all? Does it count? Is it fair that I’m relieved it’s almost over? That I can go home soon and change shirts and put this in the wash and never deal with it again? All this makes me think. What’s the outcome for me, God?

Does forgiveness make everything new? Yours does. Why is my human forgiveness so handicapped? Why doesn’t it erase the past? Why doesn’t it promise a bright future? Why doesn’t it ease the present? It’s easier to let it all go, say “it’s alright” when there are no constant reminders.

Forgiveness is looking at a pile of rubble and saying “home sweet home.” It’s a radical, drastic change inside of me. My change of perception. How I feel about something which may or may not be deserving, repenting, or regretful.  It may promise a repeat. Regardless, you absolve it. You forgive the past, the present, and the future. But should it be allowed this close ever again? God, how do You allow me to be this close again? How am I not repulsive? How can You love me so much?! Your ways are so much higher than my ways. Your thoughts are so much higher than mine. How do I make sense of all this? Why am I being exposed to this? Help me to be gracious and patient. Help me not to wish I could run away. Work in my heart. This is a change that needs to come from your handiwork. This is a gift only You can give me, a pure forgiveness. Frankly I could go get a lobotomy and try to erase all the trigger points. But what good would that do for Your glory?

Even in my agony, I want to glorify You. I want to do what pleases You. Guide me.

Who has two thumbs and is a work in progress? *points to herself with thumbs* THIS GIRL.

Women's Dress Code for a Country Concert

Dear Women of America,
I've recently experienced my very first major country concert: Kenny. Nothing could be more exciting than finally seeing the new Dallas Cowboys stadium and a great lineup of country artists. I was fortunate enough to know what to wear, but I wouldn't want to miss the opportunity to share with you the

Official Women's Dress Code for a Country Concert
I now consider myself an expert. My data was extensive. And I mean EXTENSIVE!
Let's go from head to toe, do si do.

Hair

1) GO BIG OR GO HOME

No in-between is going to cut it here. Either massively volumous (curls or poofs) OR dead straight (poof optional)  If you can find something with rhinestones to put in your hair, that's bonus.

2) Wear your hair DOWN!

No pony tails, this ain't a trip to the grocery store, ma! Put some effort into it.


 Stay away from braids and pigtails, unless you're 15 and under.  It's too close to a stereotype! Modern country women don't walk around in pigtails! Hats are for men. You're supposed to look like country barbie, for Pete's sake!

You can wear your camo hat when you're doing the things the songs are about, but do NOT wear it to a concert. All the other ladies are gonna do their hair, just sayin.

refer to Country Strong for further hair references

                                                                       
    
Face

put on some Carrie U. makeup, yall!

Wear makeup.  Seriously. WEAR MAKEUP. If you have a painful sunburn, don't bother. Just put on some mascara and look hardcore. Yeah, you outdoorswoman you! Wear it proud! But still, no hats. Make sure if you do have a sunburn, you overcompensate with amazing hair or........







 Neck

...CHUNKY JEWELRY, BABY!

Oh yeah, weigh that junk, if it ain't pulling you down, you don't have enough rocks in it!

Try vibrant colored rocks, like turquoise and coral! They ALWAYS MATCH.

BONUS!!

Also, you get amazing bonus points if you get a GIANT rhinestone cross hanging on your rock necklace. It's the country woman's bling bling, and it's not optional.







Torso
Here's a list of outfits that would make you look legit country. No woman wants to look white trash, but you may be wanting to show off a little bit... Here's how to go about it.

• The simplest way is to go with a dress. Find a cute, loose fitting dress. No short/tight stuff, this ain't the clubs!! A belt in the middle is a great idea. Strapless dresses are all the rage. Flowery, antique fabrics, think "would Taylor Swift wear this dress?" and if the answer is yes, that is a sure-fire way to know your dress will impress. Oh yes. Stress. Mess. Caress. Sorry, I just wanted to keep rhyming.

• Compromise!! If you're going with a 2 piece ensemble, do NOT go with all tight/short or long/loose. You're gonna want to find a happy medium. If you're gonna wear daisy dukes, make sure your top is flowy and NOT A WIFE BEATER. I can't say it enough. NO DAISY DUKES w/ WIFE BEATERS. If you're gonna go with a flowy skirt, go ahead and find a tighter or strappy top.
  
• Be oh so wary of button downs shirts.
  
• Do NOT overdo plaid. Don't wear plaid flannel, that's for pajamas. It may be comfortable, but this isn't a guide to dressing comfortably. Respect the Code. What would Carrie do?
  
• Frills are cool, ribbons are neat, paisley print is tuh-tuh-tuh-totally in.
  
• Camo... be classy about camo. Think camo-chic.
  
• NO PANTS. Get it through your head. Pants have no place on a woman at a Country concert. If you got jiggly legs, get you a long dress. If you have good legs, congratulations, you should wear shorts. Pants are for men. Yes, primitive. Don't argue.
  
• Bermuda shorts are okay, but MOM, please wear them with RHINESTONE FLIP FLOPS and NOT BOOTS. Boots and bermuda shorts DO NOT MATCH.
  
• This is the opportunity to wear your jean jacket and look super hipster. Dig it out of your closet if the weather requires it.
  
• On that note, if it is acid wash..... still okay!!! Yes, acid wash is cool. Acid wash daisy dukes are double cool. Go crazy!
  
  

Arms

bangels bangels bangels! CHUNKY JEWELRY! CHARMS!

 

                                                                                   

Legs
Show'em off, they better be some tan legs, hunny child. Orange you glad?! If you're pale white it works too, more Taylor Swift points!


Shoes
This isn't the time to show off how hipster you are with your little flats. Save those for the mall. If you wanna get down to it, you have 2 choices.
BOOTS or RHINESTONE FLIP FLOPS.
None of the tennis shoes/strappy heels junk. This ain't a club, it's a country concert.
Simple is best here. And by simple I mean lots and lots of rhinestones.

Accessories
You're good if

• -it's heavy
• -it's shiny
• -it's got charms on it
• -it's a color you find in a coral reef
• -it's a coral reef
• -it's got a giant cross
• -it's got a giant coral cross
• -it's got a rhinestone cross on it
• -it screams "I'm country strong, hard to break, like the ground I grew up on, you may fool me and I'll fall, but I won't stay down long, cause I'm country stroooooong." Amen.
  

There it is. I've done my best. Now when you go see amazing live country music, you will dazzle and fit right on in. Yeehaw :)

Must be easy...

Must be easy to be a flake. People don't expect anything out of them. They slide by with no expectations.
Sometimes it feels like if I weren't here, the world would fall apart. I'm sure that's not what would really happen, but I am the one people depend on. Being that person is okay, I'm alright with it, but oh my gosh the few times when I actually need help and feel overwhelmed there is no one. I have to make such a fuss to get one tiny sliver of a compromise. My family is amazing, don't get me wrong. I'd do anything for them. But when I do "anything" maybe I get exhausted and I need a break. Today it feels like I just can't catch a break. I have to turn into sourpuss drill sargent to be heard. I got to a cracking point and thankfully and unfortunately my brother was the receiving end. I'm sure guilt will flood me later on in the day. It's like put more weight on my shoulders, go ahead, apparently I can handle it. But today I haven't had my coffee. And I'm running on 3 hours of sleep. Today is not the best day to make me logistics coordinator. My phone is off for all intents and purposes. Yall figure out it without me for once. When nobody answers the phone but me, you're gonna run into some trouble. I'm gonna be over here at work. Trying to block out of my mind what all is about to go on today. My apartment is not up to my standards. My hair is up in a terrible updo and I have not the slightest hint of any makeup on. I'm terribly nervous, uncomfortable, and anxious. And I officially don't care. My brows are furrowed beyond recognition. Here's proof that I am not ALWAYS in a good mood. Once in a blue moon. I wish I had a helper. I pray about it a lot. Somebody to steady me and help share the burden when it gets so heavy. I trust God to help me but I'm talking about a real-life scheduling crazy life event that I need a human being to help me. He hears my prayers, He'll answer when it's time. Til then He'll carry me on days like today when I feel like collapsing and yet I find enough strength to power through. I love you O Lord my strength.

Glorious, Notorious Nicknames

My name is Helena... a strong, fiery name! Thanks mom ;)

HOWEVER... I'm very prone to getting nicknames!

Here's a list of ridiculous names I've been called through the years...

Porquinha cor de rosa-- pink little piggie... thanks mom.

Marmota-- marmot. Yes, I had a fat face as a child, thanks.

Cara de Lua-- moon face. yes. theme. my face is remarkably fat.

Leninha/Lenita/Lenovisk etc-- variations of my name with strange endings.

Lenar Beaner - um brazilian. i like beans? thanks Lesley

Evil Brazilian - middle school nickname. I think they meant well.

Jawbreaker - either bc I could break a jaw, or because of the candy. 

 Roadrunner - back in the day I was actually decent at running.

Nurr - originated with "Helenarrr" and then shortened to Nurr.

Bah & Nurr, as mimes, 2006

Spark Plug - Honors Hall staff coined it, I got called this my entire junior year of college!

High-speed - started out as a sarcastic nickname at work, but then grew into a compliment ;) boo ya!

Small & Mighty - very powerful nickname. unfortunately got shortened to S&M, without me knowing what it stood for. Thanks... thanks.

Gypsy Princess - I'm not a fan of gypsies. I'm very open about it. They always wear green and purple together and have beads and smell like cheaply perfumed garbage. They dance circles around you and steal your stuff. And they always jingle. I could go on for days about gypsies, but why would I want to?

Little H - self-explanatory, I'm a little tiny human.

very cute Tiffany's necklace... I accept late birthday gifts

H-FABB - inspired by Step Up 3D, when they said "remember BFABB!" and Brandi and I coined ourselves B-FABB and H-FABB. So I'm from a boom box.

Karnage - my new nickname at work, umm basically blood got everywhere and it was my fault. My boss was quick to nickname me Carnage.... "but wait, let's spell it with a K" he said, so Karnage.

 There ya have it folks :)