Updated on May 25, 2017
A friend of mine posted this to Face Book last week. The responses were thoughtful and entertaining. I of course couldn’t come up with only four words. I’m not sure if it’s because I talk to much or because my 16 year old self needed a LOT of advice!
As I was reading through all of the responses, I couldn’t decide which would have been most pertinent to myself at 16. Or to my child, who is not too far off from sixteen (hold me Jesus). Admittedly, he’s a boy and girls have oh so many more issues I believe than boys, but still a lot of the advice holds.
Posted on April 3, 2017
Today is officially Opening Day for the MLB! I am so excited about this- I even bought my kids “Opening Day” gifts in honor of the occasion ( a pack of baseball cards, of course). Here in the South, however, we have been playing ball for about a month already at this point. The school golf season starts this week too, as does league baseball for little man, and the new swim season is in full swing too.
Posted on March 25, 2017
Last year I was blessed to be on Ann Voskamp’s launch team for The Broken Way . In this book, Ann talks about spending her 40th birthday doing Random Acts of Kindness. I thought it seemed like a great idea and filed that idea away as my 40th was rapidly approaching.
Many of my friends are already 40 and many are hitting the milestone within the next few months. As this new decade approaches, I have seen several “Fit by 40” or “Lose 40 by 40” challenges. I’m too lazy to get fit and I didn’t feel the need to lose 40 lbs, but I knew I wanted to have a Random Act of Kindness Day.
Posted on March 6, 2017
If you’ve been with me on this journey for awhile, you know I’ve been on the struggle bus trying to figure out my “purpose” and what I should be doing with my life. About a year ago, I wrote about it here. As my 40th birthday approaches (rapidly), it has been weighing on me even more heavily. So I am happy to report that this week I finally figured it out!
It’s gonna take a minute to get there, so bear with me…
Updated on February 22, 2017
Please tell me y’all are watching This Is Us. If this is not the BEST show I’ve ever watched on TV, I don’t know what it is. Every writer on this show is brilliant and it is so superbly cast. The concept is genius, the story lines are so real, and the characters are so relatable I just can’t even….
Let’s also talk for a moment about the men on this show. Justin Hartley just may be one of the prettiest people that the Good Lord has ever created. Sterling K. Brown is not only beautiful, he is truly a genius. And then there’s Milo. His character is truly like PERFECTION! I have even switched my allegiance from Team Logan to Team Jess (Gilmore Girls) in part because of Milo’s portrayal of Jack. Jack is like the world’s best father and husband and he’s hot to top it all off!
Posted on January 22, 2017
As I was listening to the bottles being flipped (relentlessly), the XBOX game being played, cleaning urine off of the bathroom walls (yet again), and trying to explain to my 6 year old why it would not be a good idea to tie the rope around the finial on the second floor and try to do a rope climb up it, it hit me…. I live in a fraternity house.
My husband and I met in college, where he did, in fact, live in a fraternity house, so I spent a fair amount of time there. It was completely disgusting and the boys (men?) did some pretty stupid crap- think furniture being sawed in half and tossed from windows, spraying rooms with fire extinguishers…. I could go on, but I have tried to block the images from my memory. At the time, I realized that they were living in filth and and had zero sense, but they were drinking, so I blamed the alcohol, not the fact that they were boys. I thought once they were sober for a fairly extended length of time they might make better choices.
Posted on January 15, 2017
We moved into our house in July. We are the first people to have lived in our house. So one would think that we could keep it nice and new(ish) for awhile at least. But one would be wrong. Ever since October, for example, we have had an eyeball on our ceiling. Yes, you read that correctly. We have an eyeball on our ceiling, right in the front room, so everybody can see it.
I like to decorate for holidays, so I bought a bag of eyeballs to keep in a jar for Halloween. My eldest, precious buy thought it would be fun to try to throw an eyeball up into the air to see if it would stick to the ceiling. Well, it did. And it won’t come down. So we now have an eyeball on the ceiling. I have tried to lean over the railing of the second level with a broom and swipe it down, but only succeeded in kind of smearing it further along the ceiling. We will have an eyeball on our ceiling for awhile I’m afraid. I think it adds character…or something.
Posted on December 23, 2016
To my dear friend,
This is it. The week that papers will be signed and you will officially be single. I’m not a “Congratulations on your Divorce” kind of person. I don’t think you congratulations are in order for suffering a loss. For hearts being broken. For feelings being hurt. For dreams not turning out the way people thought they would. Even if it was the right thing, or for the best, people still got hurt.
Posted on November 2, 2016
My kids have never lived near grandparents or aunts and uncles. This is not normally a challenge for us. We’ve had lack of babysitters in the kids’ early years, but we got by. . But here is where the family situation presents a challenge:
Including preschools, my 13 year old, has now attended six schools in five states. My 6 year old is on his 4th school in 3 different states. With each of these new schools, at some point in time, there will be sent home an Emergency Contact Form. So we have to find people. People willing to and trustworthy enough to help with our children in Case of Emergency.
Posted on September 12, 2016
Nine years ago we moved to North Carolina. At the time, we had an almost 4 year old and a nearly 2 year old. The moving truck arrived at our new home, where my husband was left to deal with the movers and two little boys. I was in the Urgent Care with gallstones, feeling guilty for leaving him alone, yet anxious that I was possibly going to have my gall bladder removed. While all of this was going on, a neighbor came over to introduce herself to my husband. Not bearing a casserole, or cookies, or offering to help with the boys….no, she had a brochure for her church. We never became friends with her really, nor did we ever attend her church.