Philanthropy Thursday – Giving Back A Community Effort

It’s Philanthropy Thursday, here at Glitter, Bliss, and Perfect Chaos. Philanthropy comes in all forms, from helping someone, letting someone cut in line at the drive thru, lending a kind ear, thoughtful words. Anything you can do to better other’s lives. There are many, many charities out there that we can donate money to, and I’m not here to tell you who to chose. I just want to share inspirational stories with you about people that have been successful in their own efforts to help others.

I think it was good timing that I got an accidental post from fellow blogger, Amber West of A Day Without Sushi today. Her blog normally posts on Friday, and the links to her blog and this story will be active tomorrow.

Her idea is simple.  Give something up, blog about it, and donate money to charity.

Please click this link to find out more and participate!!!!

Also, I’m going to give up Chick fil a for the month. I’m slightly addicted to their large diet cokes and waffle fries.

I’m planning on making my donation to MAKE A WISH…for those of you that want to Text your donation to them, it’s easy!

Just text WISH to 90999 to donate $5 to their cause!! And be sure to click the link above to go to Amber’s Blog to see lots of other great causes that are easy to donate to!

Philanthropy Thursday. This is something that I’m really excited about, but may take a bit to get going, so bear with me. If you are a Chi O active, alumni chapter, or anyone who is doing something to give back to the community in some way, I would love to share your fundraising successes on my blog. I also offer up my own book, That Boy, for you to consider using as a fundraiser. The book retails for $9.99. Your group will earn $8 per book sold. Please email me at ThatBoyJillianDodd (at) gmail (dot) com, if you are interested!

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Is it okay to lie to your love?

Here at Glitter, Bliss, and Perfect Chaos we like to push the edge of the envelope when it comes to relationships and love. Last week we talked about manipulating your man. Here’s the big question for today. Is it okay to lie to your love? Do you want to be lied to?

Now before y’all get bent out of shape and say, You should never lie, hear me out.  We’re not talking cheating on someone, major life changing lies. We’re talking everyday little white lie kinds of lies. I’ll be honest with you, I like to be lied to about some things. There are a lot of times I just can’t handle the truth. There have been many times over the years when I’ve asked my husband a question, and I’ve said, Just tell me what I want to hear.

Yes, tell me what I want to hear. In other words, lie to me. This was a difficult concept for my husband to grasp early in our marriage. He sees the world in black and white, right and wrong, good and bad. A lie is a lie. I tend to see shades of grey. I don’t lie on purpose, but I do believe that the truth can be packed in different ways.

For example, when I was pregnant with my son, I gained 77 pounds, almost 10 pounds a week in my last trimester. I had to wear my husband’s size 13 sandals to the hospital because I couldn’t get my normally 7 1/2 narrow foot into anything. My feet literally looked like square blocks, and they were probably the best looking thing on me. We’d get ready to go out to dinner, and I’d say, How do I look? Trust me, I didn’t want to hear what he was really thinking. (Which was that I looked a bit like a Weeble, and he wanted to push me to see if I’d wobble or fall down.) I wanted to hear, You look beautiful, baby, and that’s what he told me.

When I ask if these jeans make my butt look big, and I’m already completely dressed and ready to go out, I don’t want to hear the truth. I want to hear that I look amazing. And he knows that if he doesn’t say the right thing, I’ll be back in my closet for another 20 minutes trying on more clothes. So he’s learned. And for some reason, I find this really romantic. I love that he knows when I want him to lie to me. I love that he knows that there are times I just need to hear something to make me feel good, even if it isn’t exactly the truth.

And I lie for him as well. For example, he really doesn’t want to know what things cost. So sometimes I do creative rounding. He hasn’t shopped for himself since the eighties. He doesn’t have a clue, well, except for wine, scotch, cigars, and gas. Many times I’ll come home with something, and he’ll say, How much was it? I look up at the sky trying to find the answer there. He says, Never mind, I don’t want to know. 

“It’s a matter of survival,” says Ed Dunkelblau, a psychologist and director of the Institute for Emotionally Intelligent Learning in Northbrook, Ill. “If you don’t fib, you don’t live.”

In other words, sometimes lies—at least the little ones—can help our relationships, even help us to survive.

My son has figured this out already. If he does something wrong, instead of arguing with me that it was not wrong, like my daughter does, he tells me what I want to hear. He says, Sorry, my beloved mother, I won’t do it again. Then he kisses me on the nose and proceeds to do whatever he wants. If he gets caught at it, he makes me laugh and forget I was mad at him in the first place. He tells me what I want to hear.

H.L. Mencken said, “The truth that survives is simply the lie that is pleasantest to believe.”

Then I started thinking about all the other lies people have told me. Things I wanted or probably needed to hear.

From my friends: He wasn’t good enough for you.

From Disney:  Find your prince and you’ll live happily ever after.

From the restaurant hostess: Your wait should be about five minutes.

And even, the lies I tell myself: If I eat it standing up, the calories don’t count. Chocolate is good for you. It’s such a good deal, you have to buy it.

So what do you think? Do you want people to ALWAYS be honest with you? Or are you okay with people telling you what you want to hear? Or are you like me and sometimes prefer it? And the even bigger question, are you always honest with yourself?

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Movie Review – Drive

It’s movie review day here at Glitter, Bliss, and Perfect Chaos. We had a couple new releases to choose from. Drive and I Don’t Know How She Does It. Both look like decent options, but, well, Ryan Gosling is in this movie, and there’s the hope that he will be shirtless again, like he was in  Crazy, Stupid Love.

Here’s the trailer.

 

The Verdict: I just left this movie. And I gotta get it out there. This movie sucked. It sucked on so many levels. First of all, if you think this movie has anything to do with driving, it doesn’t. There are no hot cars, nothing fast or furious, and no racing. I love Ryan Gosling and quite honestly, I’m pissed he’d even do this movie. Surely when he read the script and saw that the whole thing consisted of: Driver stares at her, Driver glances at her, Driver looks at his friend, Driver sits in his car and stares into nothingness, that should have been his first clue that he should not have done this movie. Seriously, I didn’t count, but there were like 200 words spoken in the whole freaking movie. Instead it was looks and music, and the music evoked ZERO emotion in me. And I didn’t get his character at all. He seemed like a nice guy, but he was weird, probably because he wouldn’t speak, but then okay, there’s a hint of romance, there’s a few hints that if he spoke, he might say something nice. Then he kills some people. And it is so unbelievably bloody and gory, I was like WTF? I can’t even rate this movie, I hated it so much. Sorry Ryan, we love you here at Glitter, Bliss, and Perfect Chaos. Love most every movie you’ve done, but this one sucked.

Oh and to top it off, most of the movie he wore a Levi’s jean jacket as a shirt, like all buttoned up. I swear to you, I bought the exact same jacket for my boyfriend for Christmas in 1984. And then he got disgusting blood and probably brain matter on the white quilted scorpion jacket he wore over the Levi’s jacket, and left it on. Walked around LA with blood all over his jacket, and no one noticed.

The sad thing is this movie had a decent plot. It could have been good. The premise of saving the girl next door and her son from the bad guys and falling in love in the process, could have been great. It just wasn’t.

I even tried to make the most of my time with Ryan. Like I tried to fantasize it was just me and him there. But he rarely spoke, and rarely smiled. When he smiles, he lights up the freaking screen, but I couldn’t.

Last week we fell head over heels with the movie, Warrior. We had such an amazing time together, the kind that you think you’ll remember for the rest of your life. But then two days went by, and he hadn’t called. By day four, still no call and I’m complaining to my friends about it. They say call him, so I do. He doesn’t answer, doesn’t return my calls. By day six, I’m planning his demise. Finally today, day seven, my girls say, we’re taking you to the club. We’re standing outside waiting in line to get in, when the hottest guy ever pulls up in the hottest car ever.

He slaps the bouncer on the back, tosses his keys to the valet and walks inside. He’s tall, blonde, has the perfect amount of scruff on his face, and has the sweetest smile ever. By the time we get in there, he’s holding court at a table, surrounded by beautiful women. I make my friends watch him while I saunter by. When I get back they say he didn’t even notice me. Yeah, there’s other guys here, but this is the guy. We do a quick shot, and I make my move. Walk straight up to him, tell him that there’s an issue with his car, that he’s needed out front. Of course, he follows me. When he finds out I made him leave the club just to get his attention, he laughs. It’s a sexy, hearty laugh. He says, “Wanna ride?”

I assume he’s referring to the car, but will go with either way he meant it. Cuz I’m broken hearted, remember? Don’t judge. He drives way too fast, breaking every traffic law possible on his way to his place. He’s reckless and sexy. The way he’s holding the shifter and handling the car, I seriously was wishing I was a Ferrari. We get back to his place and……

I let you finish that on your own. Have a great weekend everyone!!

Just a reminder of how we rank movies here at Glitter, Bliss, and Perfect Chaos:

One Star = Walk of shame. I was in last night’s dress, carrying my shoes as I rushed off. I can’t believe I wasted my time on him and pray no one I know sees me.

Two Stars = Bad date. He didn’t really do anything wrong, we just didn’t have any chemistry. Maybe he just wasn’t my type. I probably won’t answer if he calls.

Three Stars =Hookup. We had a great night together. Don’t know if it will be more than that, but it was sure fun while it lasted.

Four Stars = Stalking him. What a night! We danced, we kissed. Now if I could just get him to call me.

Five Stars = Happily ever after. I love him! I want to marry him, have his babies, and live happily ever after.

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Philanthropy Thursday – Lunch on the Prairie benefiting Dwell with Dignity

It’s Philanthropy Thursday, here at Glitter, Bliss, and Perfect Chaos. Philanthropy comes in all forms, from helping someone, letting someone cut in line at the drive thru, lending a kind ear, thoughtful words. Anything you can do to better other’s lives. There are many, many charities out there that we can donate money to, and I’m not here to tell you who to chose. I just want to share inspirational stories with you about people that have been successful in their own efforts to help others.

One such charity is Dwell with Dignity. It’s another charity that proves whatever your talents are in life, there are really cool ways to share them and help others in the process. An interior designer named Lisa Robison started this charity, and it’s grown from there. Check out their website. And here’s a little about what they do.

Dwell with Dignity is a non-profit group of Interior Designers and volunteers dedicated to creating soothing, inspiring homes for families struggling with homelessness and poverty. We provide and install home interiors for families that include furnishings and art, bedding and kitchen supplies, and food in the pantry. There mission is to help families escape poverty and homelessness through design. One household at a time.

I recently learned about this charity through a blog I love to follow called The Hidden List. Kelley at The Hidden List shares all sorts of really cool and fashionable things. The Hidden List, Royer’s Round Top Cafe, and Rachel Ashwell of Shabby Chic have all joined up to do something called LUNCH ON THE PRAIRIE.

And guess what that means!! It means here at Glitter, Bliss, and Perfect Chaos we’ll soon be packing our bags and going on a ROAD TRIP!!

Myself, along with Tiffany White and thirty-three other amazing bloggers get to attend this great event. The event is being held in Round Top, TX. Round Top is home to great antiques, The Prairie by Rachel Ashwell, as well as the famous Royers Round Top Cafe.

Here’s the invitation cuz it’s like so cool.

So be sure to check back on Thursday, September 29th, when I will be blogging about my experience and about Rachel’s amazing B&B, The Prairie.

Below is a list of blogs that will be represented at the lunch. You can also follow everyone’s progress and tweets about and during the event at #theprairielunch.

rachelashwellshabbychic.blogspot.comthehiddenlist.comroyersroundtopcafe.comgypsyvilleblog.com

amodernglo.blogspot.comtiffanyawhite.wordpress.commyhousemygarden.blogspot.com

jilliandodd.wordpress.compatinagreen.typepad.comdallasmarketcenter.comyonderwayfarm.com

laurievansdesigns.blogspot.comretreauxgirl.blogspot.comlazytbandb.blogspot.comblessyourneighbor.com

junkology.wordpress.comannaleeper.blogspot.comjaxonivy.blogspot.commodernoasis.blogspot.com

thereelworldtx.blogspot.comgardenantqs.blogspot.comhollymathisinteriors.comartfulwhimsies.blogspot.com

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Do you manipulate your man to get what you want?

We all want a strong, fierce, independent man. The kind of man that can build me a deck, get in a bar fight because some guy slapped my ass, and win, then pick me up like a rag doll and carry me off to the bedroom. A guy with muscles, a sexy smile. A guy that won’t take no for an answer.

This kind of man is my dream man. Was my dream.

Until I decided to marry him.

As usual, here at Glitter, Bliss, and Perfect Chaos, there is A LOT going on. I’m working on a new six book series. It’s a big project, with lots of characters to profile, lots of plots to build. As you all heard last week, I’m redoing my daughter’s room. And college football season has started, so that means making the ten hour drive to Lincoln for the Husker football games. It’s also nearly homecoming, so we’ve been dress shopping, and I’m getting ready to create the traditional Texas homecoming mums. As in the bigger, the better. My son travels out of town to race his karts or practice most every weekend. I’ve written and am now editing the sequel to That Boy, called That Wedding, and am hoping to have it ready for a late fall, early winter release. Which means in my spare time, I’ve also been planning a WEDDING! The full thing. I’ve picked out her dress, the bridesmaids dresses, the table linens, the princess crown napkin rings, the cocktails. You name it, I’ve planned it! Oh, and I’m doing a blog tour in October, as well as writing this blog, taking care of the house, oh the piles of laundry…sorry, I’ll stop now. We were talking about weddings.

So, it’s been awhile since I planned my own wedding, but I’m trying to conjure up every feeling. From the pass my candle, giddy, happy, flash my sparkly diamond in love feeling, to wishing the diamond weighed more so that when I chucked it at his head in a fit a rage, it would do some damage. From taking my millions of Barbie dream weddings and making them a reality, to telling my dad not to make any deposits he couldn’t get back.

Hubby and I had a lengthy two-year engagement. There’s lots of feelings to remember. One strong memory was how, seemingly over night, he went from not being able to stand it when I stuck out my lip in a pout and was unhappy, to telling me NO and having an opinion on EVERYTHING!

Come on! It’s MY wedding. What happened to saying, Whatever you think is best, dear? Wasn’t he supposed to listen to all my amazing plans, get fitted for his tuxedo and just show up at the church on time? Apparently not. All of a sudden the independence, strength, and opinions that made me fall in love with him, were driving me crazy.

He had an opinion on everything and wanted to be a team while planning the wedding. When I suggested my dream of pink for our wedding color, he said, I’m sorry, I can’t do a pink wedding. He didn’t want chick food served at the reception. The beer needed to be free. When we registered, the tines of our forks had to be a certain length. I couldn’t get the dish pattern I loved because the bowl was too shallow for eating cereal properly. Um, excuse me, who cares? I just want them to be pretty!?

The boy Jadyn is planning to marry in That Wedding is also pretty strong-willed. He lets her have her way most of the time, but he also stands up to her and there’s an issue between them that he won’t seem to budge on. Her little pout and puppy dog eyes don’t work. Her getting mad doesn’t work. All her usual tricks can’t change his mind. I thought about what she should do, how can she realistically get her way, but grow up some in the process? I think that’s what relationships are all about. Learning to compromise. How much are we willing to give for the other person? We give too much, we lose ourselves. We don’t give enough, and they lose the qualities that probably attracted us in the first place.

After one particularly frustrating day, I found myself sitting in my grandma’s teeny yellow kitchen talking to her while she made dinner. This is the woman that could make delicious gravy for thirty people with a quarter-sized dollop of bacon grease. She also managed to get my stubborn grandpa to do what she wanted him to do most of the time, without fighting with him.

She gave me some advice that day. She told me that if I marry a strong, opinionated man that my patience would be tested every day. That I needed to learn to stop fighting him and start planting seeds instead. Of course, I had no freaking idea what she was talking about and dismissed her advice. I mean she was the woman who told me that if I didn’t learn to drink coffee, I’d become a social outcast, and that happily hadn’t happened so far, so I decided I’d just try using sex. Again.

A few days later, hubby-to-be and I were discussing cakes. Back then, there were two kinds of cakes at a traditional wedding. The wedding cake was white, the groom’s cake was chocolate. There were no fancy fillings, no different flavors. This is what was expected, it was tradition. I had seen a little article in a magazine where the groom’s cake was a different flavor. I said, You love carrot cake, wouldn’t it be cool if we had that for your groom’s cake instead? To which he replied in his that’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard tone, Why would we want to do that?

I flipped him off in my mind, vowed to have pink frosting on my cake, even though our colors were now black and gold, and forgot about it. A few weeks later, we were having dinner with his parents, and his mother asked him about the groom’s cake. This is what he said. I was thinking it would be cool to have carrot cake, you know it’s my favorite. 

I seriously about fell on the floor. My eyes got big, and I looked at him and was like WHAT!? I mentioned that to you a few weeks ago, and you thought it was dumb. He said, We never talked about that. I just thought of it. And something in the back of my brain clicked. Grandma’s words. Plant a seed and let it grow. Is that what just happened here? Did I plant a seed, and now all of a sudden he thought it was his own brilliant idea. And I JUST GOT WHAT I WANTED??

I quickly shut up. Something I don’t do very often. I conceded, said, Yeah, maybe I mentioned it to someone else. That’s a great idea, honey. And learned a very valuable lesson. How to get what I want. In That Wedding, Jadyn is also going to have to plant a seed to get Phillip to do what she wants, but she’ll learn a valuable lesson in the process. If you’ve ever seen the movie My Big Fat Greek Wedding, you learned the same lesson. The mother says something like the man is the head of the house, but the woman is the neck. She controls which way the man looks.

So what do you think? How do you feel about planting seeds? About slightly manipulating your man to get your way? Is it underhanded or a necessity?

Oh, and for those of you following the room decor journey, this week I made the beer cap tray that will become a coffee table in her room. The tray is 29 x 29 inches square and took about 600 beer caps to create. Here’s a picture 🙂

And be sure to check back tomorrow on Philanthropy Thursday, where we will be featuring the announcement of my ROAD TRIP to the opening of Rachel Ashwell’s new Shabby Chic Couture shop and bed and breakfast in Round Top, Texas!!

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Movie Review – Warrior

It’s movie review day here at Glitter, Bliss, and Perfect Chaos. Today we’re seeing the movie Warrior. I’m actually excited to see this movie. There’s gonna be a bunch of shirtless men fighting for my love, er, I mean for like glory or something. Anyway, I grew up watching boxing with my dad, so a good MMA fight doesn’t disgust me like it does some women. I really enjoy them. That being said, I’m thinking this looks like a really good movie.

Here’s the trailer.

 

I have no idea which fighter is going to win, but I’m kinda already hoping the fighter above doesn’t because I’m thinking I’d really like to console him.

The Verdict:
For all you single ladies. GO SEE THIS MOVIE!! Here’s why. The movie theater was filled with really hot guys. They all want to see this movie. Go a little early. Stand in line. Start talking. Drop a few names. Georges St. Pierre, Anderson Silva, Jon Jones. (They are three top fighters.) If that doesn’t work, just mutter loud enough for one of them to hear, I’m a little drunk. And get yourself a date, or you know, whatever it is you’re looking for. I’m just saying it’s like fishing with dynamite at this movie. If only I was single…..ah.

Back to the movie.

The thing that sets this movie apart from other fighting movies is that there isn’t a bad guy. It’s brother against brother. Both brothers had a shitty childhood because their dad was an alcoholic.

Dad trains one of the brothers. Tommy. He’s back from Iraq. Even though he hates his dad, he asks him to train him
This is clearly a guy’s movie.
It’s about fighting.
But it was wrapped around a drama. A family torn apart by alcohol. Brothers that hate each other. And that story was both heart breaking and heartwarming. Nick Nolte was amazing as the father.
The brother’s pain feels real.
Both are total underdogs against all the big names in the big fight.
I cheered for both brothers, but then I started getting nervous cuz I was afraid they would face off in the end.
Who would I cheer for?

You’re gonna have to see the movie to find out who you’ll cheer for.

It was one of the best sports related movies I’ve ever seen. I was in tears and I never cry at a movie. I wanted to stand up and cheer at the end.
I’m clearly in love with this movie. Really in love.
Five stars, Happily Ever After in love.

Just a reminder of how we rank movies here at Glitter, Bliss, and Perfect Chaos:

One Star = Walk of shame. I was in last night’s dress, carrying my shoes as I rushed off. I can’t believe I wasted my time on him and pray no one I know sees me.

Two Stars = Bad date. He didn’t really do anything wrong, we just didn’t have any chemistry. Maybe he just wasn’t my type. I probably won’t answer if he calls.

Three Stars =Hookup. We had a great night together. Don’t know if it will be more than that, but it was sure fun while it lasted.

Four Stars = Stalking him. What a night! We danced, we kissed. Now if I could just get him to call me.

Five Stars = Happily ever after. I love him! I want to marry him, have his babies, and live happily ever after.


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