When I was little, all I wanted to be was an adult. It seemed like as an adult, you could do anything and it looked powerful to someone who is little. When I was 5 years old, I'd sit in the bathroom with my mom and watch her every move. Watch her put on her makeup, watch her curl her hair. I told my mom "Mom, I can't wait to be a woman." She'd chuckle at my comment, kiss me, and say "Trust me, you will want to be five again when you are a woman". I'd shake my head and say "Nope".
No matter how you look at it, Mom's are always right....
Being a responsible adult is one of the most challenging things I have ever encountered. Of course, everyone has to go through it. I felt prepared when I was eighteen. Voting? easy. Car payment? easy. Adulthood. easy.
As I get older, I look back when I was eighteen and shake my head. How could I be so naive? I didn't even know the half of it. Now at twenty three, I'm still rusty at adulthood. It's something that I may never catch up with.
Yesterday, as I was heading home after a long day in the heat at work, I drove past a cop on the road and I did what everyone does when they see a cop. I got that horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach and looked directly to see how fast I was going. Dang it. Over the speed limit. I look behind me and see those red and blue lights flashing. Swell. I went through the questionaire that they always give you(where are you heading, do you know why I pulled you over). Since, I am normally a very careful driver, I figured she would let me off with a warning after seeing that my license has no points. I was wrong. She wrote me a beautiful pink ticket that said to call to find out how much I owe. As I drove away, my gas light came on. Then out of the middle of now where, numbers, money signs were going through my head. Rent was due, car needed gas, pile of bills sitting at home that need paid, and wedding alcohol needed paid this week. As I drove to the gas station a single tear fell down my cheek. How am I going to afford the next few months? I want to be 5 again in the worst way....
Weddings are a 40 billion a year industry. Sean & I budgeted our wedding as best as we could. We did away with things that we didn't need or were not important to us. But when it comes down to it, this is still going to be very expensive.
After a lovely evening mass with Sean, we talked about our fears and our finacial status. It makes me feel so much better when he tells me "I will forever take care of you, and money will never be a worry of yours, we will make it".
I went to bed knowing that everything would be ok. Just a bad day. Nothing I can't control. Tomorrow will be better. Money just buys stuff. All I want is Health and Happiness.
My mother was right when she told me, that when adulthood finally hit, I'd be ready for 5 again. Sure, getting that ticket made me feel aweful, but coming home to Sean makes me not ever want to be a kid again. Being in love is by far the best gift. Money cannot buy what we have.
Thank you, Mom for the advise as a little girl. But I am ready to kick adulthood in the behind.
I've got this!
-Lindsey
Monday, August 27, 2012
Friday, August 17, 2012
Count Your Blessings...
This week has taught me a lot and you may laugh to as why. You may think doesn't she know to do this already? Of course I know. But I forget often as many of you may have as well.
Counting your Blessings.
This Tuesday, I came down with a horrible cold. At first, it was just a slight cough, that turned pure aweful later. I was in bed for 2 days, eating chicken noodle soup for every meal, and drinking water by the gallon. I was determined to knock it before it got any worse, because we all know that colds get worse before they get better. Sleeping was close to impossible due to the fact that I couldn't breathe at all. By Thursday evening, I was getting very impatient. I told myself that if I eat one more bowl of chicken noodle soup, or if I blow my nose one my time, or if I watch one more re run of Dawson's Creek, I may go insane. Then I realized, there are people in nursing homes everyday that have this life. Never get out much, or on bed rest. It was then, that I said a small prayer to God thanking him that I can get out of bed to use the bathroom or to shower without assitance, and I will be able to eat normal everyday food, and that I have the ability to do many other things that nursing home residents do not have. So thank you God for everything that you give me the ability to do.
On Monday Night, I received terrible news, that my ex- co worker's 33 year old husband had passed away in his sleep. I have met her husband on numerous occasions and he was such a nice man and was always smiling and even better, he loved his wife with every fiber of his being, and everytime you were around them, you could feel it. I have send numoerous prayerse that God helps her through this very difficult time. I said another prayer Thanking Godfor Sean and everything he is for me, and everything he will be for me soon.
If you havn't already, make sure to Count your Blessings.
-Lindsey
Counting your Blessings.
This Tuesday, I came down with a horrible cold. At first, it was just a slight cough, that turned pure aweful later. I was in bed for 2 days, eating chicken noodle soup for every meal, and drinking water by the gallon. I was determined to knock it before it got any worse, because we all know that colds get worse before they get better. Sleeping was close to impossible due to the fact that I couldn't breathe at all. By Thursday evening, I was getting very impatient. I told myself that if I eat one more bowl of chicken noodle soup, or if I blow my nose one my time, or if I watch one more re run of Dawson's Creek, I may go insane. Then I realized, there are people in nursing homes everyday that have this life. Never get out much, or on bed rest. It was then, that I said a small prayer to God thanking him that I can get out of bed to use the bathroom or to shower without assitance, and I will be able to eat normal everyday food, and that I have the ability to do many other things that nursing home residents do not have. So thank you God for everything that you give me the ability to do.
On Monday Night, I received terrible news, that my ex- co worker's 33 year old husband had passed away in his sleep. I have met her husband on numerous occasions and he was such a nice man and was always smiling and even better, he loved his wife with every fiber of his being, and everytime you were around them, you could feel it. I have send numoerous prayerse that God helps her through this very difficult time. I said another prayer Thanking Godfor Sean and everything he is for me, and everything he will be for me soon.
If you havn't already, make sure to Count your Blessings.
-Lindsey
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Zumba Fitness
Zumba is by far, my favorite thing to do. I started going to classes about 4 years ago at my local YMCA. My mom saw it on an infomerical and said "Lindsey, you need to start doing this". I went to my first class, stood in the back, scared to death that I wouldn't know what to do. It was a 1 hr class, and the instructor moved so fast. She was doing dance moves I havn't done since I quit hip hop dance classes. It was high performance and I felt like I would never be able to keep up.
Naturally I quickly became obssessed with it. I was going to class 7 days a week at an hr at a time. My instructor noticed how much effort I put into her class and she said "You would make one great instructor, you should do this". I smiled politely and said "No thank you, I LOVE doing this, and if I make it a job, I may learn to hate it". She understood, but told me if I changed my mind that she could be my personal trainer. I said "You need personal training to do this"? She said "Well, of course you do. In order to get certified to do this, you have to attend a 10 hour training day where you do this for 4 hours at a time with little breaks and they score you on performance, stamina, teaching ability, and if they don't think you can do it, you will not get certified. Holy Crap. Ten hours?
I came home, thought it over and said "I am doing this". I want to have my own class, and I want to change peoples lives like it changed my life. You may be laughing at me right now when I say this. It changed everything about me. It taught me how to lead and not follow, it taught me discipline, it taught me that I can do anything as long as I work like crazy to get there. I trained with my Barb for 6 months. Then came the day to go to my last class/try out day which took place in Akron for 10 hours.
I walked into the Akron YMCA(which is 3 floors by the way) and saw over 80 people there at least. We started dancing at 9am and didnt break until 12pm. Biggest work out of my life and so much fun. This contiued all day until 7pm. Along with speakers and then try outs at the end of the day. I went through 3 pairs of clothes by the time I had to try out. Nerves began to set in. I was trying out for co founder of Zumba Fitness(who happens to be a billionaire and has their own Zumba Fitness Studio).
Try Outs went better than expected. the judges loved my performance, my facials, my energy, and everything. After 30 minutes of evaluations, I walked out proud with a beautiful license in hand.
My friends joke around with me often regarding my voicemail. (You have reached Lindsey Wagner, Zumba Fitness Instructor) My class always tried to contact me regarding Zumba classes, times, prices etc. People have no clue how difficult it is to be an instructor. This is not aerobics. This was not cheap. This took a great deal of time & effort. I also had to get licensed in 4 other classes just to teach Zumba. Zumba is an art.
If you have never even heard of what Zumba is, or have not seen it performed before, It is a mixture of all latin dancing, irish dancing, belly dancing, hip hop, and different dances that are performed world wide. It also helps you learn different cultures and why they dance the way they dance. It may look silly to us, but there is always a beautiful story that goes with each dance I teach.
I have lost 25 pounds since doing Zumba. A lady in my class just had a baby and has lost 30 pounds in under a month.
Zumba is Success.
So the next time you see a Zumba instructor and say something in your head about how lame it is. Remember how much time and effort, practice, training and performing we have to go through just to help others.
Here is a quick video to help you understand what Zumba is-Enjoy!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ySbf8-bAQF4&feature=relmfu
-Lindsey
Naturally I quickly became obssessed with it. I was going to class 7 days a week at an hr at a time. My instructor noticed how much effort I put into her class and she said "You would make one great instructor, you should do this". I smiled politely and said "No thank you, I LOVE doing this, and if I make it a job, I may learn to hate it". She understood, but told me if I changed my mind that she could be my personal trainer. I said "You need personal training to do this"? She said "Well, of course you do. In order to get certified to do this, you have to attend a 10 hour training day where you do this for 4 hours at a time with little breaks and they score you on performance, stamina, teaching ability, and if they don't think you can do it, you will not get certified. Holy Crap. Ten hours?
I came home, thought it over and said "I am doing this". I want to have my own class, and I want to change peoples lives like it changed my life. You may be laughing at me right now when I say this. It changed everything about me. It taught me how to lead and not follow, it taught me discipline, it taught me that I can do anything as long as I work like crazy to get there. I trained with my Barb for 6 months. Then came the day to go to my last class/try out day which took place in Akron for 10 hours.
I walked into the Akron YMCA(which is 3 floors by the way) and saw over 80 people there at least. We started dancing at 9am and didnt break until 12pm. Biggest work out of my life and so much fun. This contiued all day until 7pm. Along with speakers and then try outs at the end of the day. I went through 3 pairs of clothes by the time I had to try out. Nerves began to set in. I was trying out for co founder of Zumba Fitness(who happens to be a billionaire and has their own Zumba Fitness Studio).
Try Outs went better than expected. the judges loved my performance, my facials, my energy, and everything. After 30 minutes of evaluations, I walked out proud with a beautiful license in hand.
My friends joke around with me often regarding my voicemail. (You have reached Lindsey Wagner, Zumba Fitness Instructor) My class always tried to contact me regarding Zumba classes, times, prices etc. People have no clue how difficult it is to be an instructor. This is not aerobics. This was not cheap. This took a great deal of time & effort. I also had to get licensed in 4 other classes just to teach Zumba. Zumba is an art.
If you have never even heard of what Zumba is, or have not seen it performed before, It is a mixture of all latin dancing, irish dancing, belly dancing, hip hop, and different dances that are performed world wide. It also helps you learn different cultures and why they dance the way they dance. It may look silly to us, but there is always a beautiful story that goes with each dance I teach.
I have lost 25 pounds since doing Zumba. A lady in my class just had a baby and has lost 30 pounds in under a month.
Zumba is Success.
So the next time you see a Zumba instructor and say something in your head about how lame it is. Remember how much time and effort, practice, training and performing we have to go through just to help others.
Here is a quick video to help you understand what Zumba is-Enjoy!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ySbf8-bAQF4&feature=relmfu
-Lindsey
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Trying to be Audrey Hepbern in a Paris Hilton World
What comes to your mind when you think of Class? In 1950s when men saw an attractive woman it was because they had to take a double take because she was so classy. V neck dresses that came just below the knee, pearl necklaces with matching earrings, hair in a french twist, red lipstick on their lips. The intrigued guy asks her on a date, opens doors for her, lets her walk first, because that was the gentlemen like thing to do then. They would get married, have ten kids, and 50 years later when his great grandchild asks him "What most do you love about grandma" He would say "Everything".
Women is 1940-50s were not judged on their weight, appearance, plastic surgeries etc. They were naturally beautiful.
Then comes the topic of women of today. Rehabs, alcohol, sex, weight, appearance, 10 children from different men, eating disorders, panic disorders, suicide. What happened to class? What happened to abstinence? What happened to being ok to wear longer dresses and pearls and hair in a tight bun with being judged?
It's Audrey vs. Paris and Paris is in the lead.
In my very own world, Audrey wins. I own more high neck dresses, pearls, and heels than one should. I do sometimes get judged by others for being a "Goody Good". I like to dress classy, and act like a lady. Am I perfect? No. Do I swear more often than I should? Yes. No one should swear, and when they do, it does make the person look like they are lacking intelligence. Having a truckers mouth is never attractive when you are a woman. But when you live in a world where Paris Hilton is right, it is hard to do the right thing. I refuse to live in a world where Paris Hilton is right.
Natural Beauty. There is nothing wrong with it. When I come home from teaching a dance class or going for a run, I am not going to look like one of those gals in a Nike shoe ad. People believe that makeup is the only thing that makes them pretty and makes them feel better about themselves.
Shame on you.
My Fiance taught me that even when I am sweaty, gross, just waking up, cooking breakfast, giving the dog a bath, that I have natural beauty. No Makeup. No cover up. No concealer brush and mascara. Just. Plain. Me. As my father would say "Well, Lindsey, if Sean thinks you look beautiful after teaching dance class, then you need to hold onto that fella, because no one else will ever think that". Gee, thanks Dad.
What are your thoughts on natural beauty and class? Do you find it more attractive to be all natural?
-Lindsey
Women is 1940-50s were not judged on their weight, appearance, plastic surgeries etc. They were naturally beautiful.
Then comes the topic of women of today. Rehabs, alcohol, sex, weight, appearance, 10 children from different men, eating disorders, panic disorders, suicide. What happened to class? What happened to abstinence? What happened to being ok to wear longer dresses and pearls and hair in a tight bun with being judged?
It's Audrey vs. Paris and Paris is in the lead.
In my very own world, Audrey wins. I own more high neck dresses, pearls, and heels than one should. I do sometimes get judged by others for being a "Goody Good". I like to dress classy, and act like a lady. Am I perfect? No. Do I swear more often than I should? Yes. No one should swear, and when they do, it does make the person look like they are lacking intelligence. Having a truckers mouth is never attractive when you are a woman. But when you live in a world where Paris Hilton is right, it is hard to do the right thing. I refuse to live in a world where Paris Hilton is right.
Natural Beauty. There is nothing wrong with it. When I come home from teaching a dance class or going for a run, I am not going to look like one of those gals in a Nike shoe ad. People believe that makeup is the only thing that makes them pretty and makes them feel better about themselves.
Shame on you.
My Fiance taught me that even when I am sweaty, gross, just waking up, cooking breakfast, giving the dog a bath, that I have natural beauty. No Makeup. No cover up. No concealer brush and mascara. Just. Plain. Me. As my father would say "Well, Lindsey, if Sean thinks you look beautiful after teaching dance class, then you need to hold onto that fella, because no one else will ever think that". Gee, thanks Dad.
What are your thoughts on natural beauty and class? Do you find it more attractive to be all natural?
-Lindsey
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
Their is Always a Tomorrow
Whenever anyone ever talks about "the case of the Mondays" I always roll my eyes and say "It's all a mental thing". People know it's Monday, therefor it HAS to be a bad day. I should pay more attension to my peers..because yesterday was a serious case of the Mondays.
Nothing seemed to go right yesterday. Whether it was an excel spreadsheet project, or an abudant amount of e-mails/phone calls I had to return, my ten hour work day made me irritable. One of my co workers asked me "What's with you today, you seem more stressed than usual". I realized I had a case of the Mondays. Oh no, I thought. People are right. As I was gathering my items to leave for the day, and completing my last project, a big, beautiful, colorful boquet of flowers were being delievered to my desk. Clearly they can't be for me, I thought. I work at the most romantic inn in Stark County, they have to be for a guest. To my surprise, in big bold letters, the card said "Lindsey Wagner" on them. Who sent me this beautiful boquet you may ask? My best friend. My bridesmaid, Ashley. Reminding me that in just 60 days, I will be making the most rememorable, amazing, committment to the love of my life. Tears welded up in my eyes and all I wanted to do was hug her so hard because just earlier I had texted her telling her about my lousy day. Only a best friend would know how to help.
Last night, as I got home from enjoying a relaxing evening with out of town family and eating Panera, Sean told me "Their is always a tomorrow honey.."
How lucky am I to have such wonderful people in my life to help me realize the things I already know but may not see on a daily basis?
I am not Lucky, I am Blessed....
.
Nothing seemed to go right yesterday. Whether it was an excel spreadsheet project, or an abudant amount of e-mails/phone calls I had to return, my ten hour work day made me irritable. One of my co workers asked me "What's with you today, you seem more stressed than usual". I realized I had a case of the Mondays. Oh no, I thought. People are right. As I was gathering my items to leave for the day, and completing my last project, a big, beautiful, colorful boquet of flowers were being delievered to my desk. Clearly they can't be for me, I thought. I work at the most romantic inn in Stark County, they have to be for a guest. To my surprise, in big bold letters, the card said "Lindsey Wagner" on them. Who sent me this beautiful boquet you may ask? My best friend. My bridesmaid, Ashley. Reminding me that in just 60 days, I will be making the most rememorable, amazing, committment to the love of my life. Tears welded up in my eyes and all I wanted to do was hug her so hard because just earlier I had texted her telling her about my lousy day. Only a best friend would know how to help.
Last night, as I got home from enjoying a relaxing evening with out of town family and eating Panera, Sean told me "Their is always a tomorrow honey.."
How lucky am I to have such wonderful people in my life to help me realize the things I already know but may not see on a daily basis?
I am not Lucky, I am Blessed....
.
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
The Last Get Away before the Big Day
Gevena on the Lake. This has probably always been one of my top most favorite places. I think it is because we spent every summer there as a family when I was younger. Tomorrow, Sean and I will look forward to a nice, relaxing day at the lake. Just us.
Since our wedding is in 2 months, we have no time to just take a breath and be together to enjoy our last months being fiance's. I realized this evening that this will be the last small day trip we take together before we become husband and wife. Wow. The word Husband rolls off my tongue quite nicely. It has a nice ring to it, don't you think? With our busy work schedules and last minute wedding planning this is just what we both needed.
Today was one of those "get things done that I have been putting off" kind of days. I love those mornings when you get all your e-mails awnsered, paper work done, bills paid, and you still have four hours left before you leave for work. I am still looking for another great book. Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated.
Our apartment is really coming along nicely. The bedroom and 2nd bedroom are the only rooms we need to really work on decorating. The living room is mainly complete, I just would like to buy a nice new flat screen.
It is hard to believe that my Bridal Shower is in a week, and were getting married in two months. Where has that year an a half gone? I couldn't be more thrilled than to be spending my life with Sean Noland.
Song of the evening: Loving you Tonight, by Andrew Allen(My new obsession)
I'm thinking about a red wine buzz and takin' it easy,
And I got you in my arms, takin' a break from crazy.
*Lindsey
Since our wedding is in 2 months, we have no time to just take a breath and be together to enjoy our last months being fiance's. I realized this evening that this will be the last small day trip we take together before we become husband and wife. Wow. The word Husband rolls off my tongue quite nicely. It has a nice ring to it, don't you think? With our busy work schedules and last minute wedding planning this is just what we both needed.
Today was one of those "get things done that I have been putting off" kind of days. I love those mornings when you get all your e-mails awnsered, paper work done, bills paid, and you still have four hours left before you leave for work. I am still looking for another great book. Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated.
Our apartment is really coming along nicely. The bedroom and 2nd bedroom are the only rooms we need to really work on decorating. The living room is mainly complete, I just would like to buy a nice new flat screen.
It is hard to believe that my Bridal Shower is in a week, and were getting married in two months. Where has that year an a half gone? I couldn't be more thrilled than to be spending my life with Sean Noland.
Song of the evening: Loving you Tonight, by Andrew Allen(My new obsession)
I'm thinking about a red wine buzz and takin' it easy,
And I got you in my arms, takin' a break from crazy.
*Lindsey
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