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  • Not a work perk

    I have the best job on the planet. I have been blessed enough to be able to work with my stepdad for, gulp, 7 years. Due to his generous qualities, I am able to work part time to allow me mommyhood privileges like being able to spend chunks of time with my nuggets. {so thankful}

    Because of the nature of our business, our clientele is mainly 50+.  Every few months, we will get a phone call. A spouse, mother, or father has passed. And they don’t know what to do next. This time it was a spouse of a dear client. It was a sudden unexpected death-and I realized through the 15 minute phonecall, I had nothing to offer this poor woman for comfort other than me being on the other end of the phone. She had lost her soulmate, (her words), and there was no consolation.  She loves God, and praise Him for that. But she missed her man.

    I couldn’t help but fast forward to what I hope is 70 years, and got sad. Because I realized if C leaves me here without him, I am going to be one angry old bag. I don’t want to have to relearn life with out my hubs. One of my greatest gifts in this life IS stink.  I have a new heart for people who have spent a lifetime with their spouse and have to start over and be strong. Especially because C is strong for me when I am not, which is usually the direction of that merry go round.

    Wah, wah, wah.

  • Memorial Day Weekend

    Always seems so grand, no? We had big plans for a weekend of unreplicatable awesomeness. I had dreams of tanning, letting kids play on the beach, not growing leg hair at the rate of a wildabeast,  and warm weather.  God had another plan. We had been looking forward to family camp with about 200 of our closest church family. Pt. Magu was a wee bit irritable. Maybe she suffered from indigestion, or IBS. I don’t really know. I do know that the weather let us all down. Wind+dirt+kids+OCD about dirt mom=A BLAST FOR Big Stink. I am not sure if it was the cold showers, snakes or dirty pillows, but I have decided I am not a what you call a “trooper”. I have come to realize I am high maintenance, and pretty A-ok with that. I like to not have dirt under my toenails. And not to constantly watch out for deadly snakes, spiders and other unknown bugs that can kill you that may or may not exist.

    The main point of this post was how amazing it was to endure the conditions of the weekend with church family. The point was to come together and fellowship and glorify God. I think we did that. I say we with a little more emphasis on the other people, including my husband. He held me together. {I pretty much failed at doing anything fruitful this weekend, other than whine like a loser}. We leaned on eachother, laughed with eachother, ditched camp for the outlets together….oops, I blew your cover L;)  The planning was impeccable-catered meals, (yes please), coffee at all hours, plenty of food, chairs, campfires 24/7,  EVERY detail was thought out, it was a beautiful thing.  Best of all, little stink and Weeman had too much fun. Upon leaving, B was crying and moaning his life away b/c we were leaving our “new home”. Uhm, No B, playing indians is not going to be your lifelong aspiration. I love you enough to say cowboys are always the better option.

    Other items of note? Ashley’s water breaking IN THE CAR, and delivering baby Connor within minutes of getting to the hospital, no epidural!!!!! Bananas birth story. So proud of you Ash!!  And missing sweet Baby Cole’s 2nd Birthday. WAH! The weekend ended with a wonderful dinner at mamabird and Steve’s house with the fam.  And overstuffing myself in true turkey fashion. Perfect ending to a {fill in the blank} weekend.

  • Park

    Reason #47 why I love the park.
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  • Marriage Retreat

    Marriage Retreat

    So last weekend C and I joined our church family for a marriage retreat. Dah-dah-DAH. On the mothership-Queen Mary. What a huge blessing to be able to spend 2 days with full attention on our avocado tree, I mean, marriage. C & I both got a lot out of the weekend, but most appreciated was the last session on God’s love for us. And HOW He loves us, and what the implications of that are…I really needed to hear this. So, thank you Pastor Mike and Carlynn for pouring your hearts out into this weekend. We loved every minute of it.
      

    In the beginning; there was a girl with a cell phone and a can of attitude. We actually fought, (ok bantered) on the way up to a mushy mushy retreat over a series of texts. Whatever. 
     Clearly, I was in the right place.
      After a session on contentment, we hit up this jewel. I wanted gloves, C said no.
    John & Amy-everybody together now-“awhhhhh”
     Caesar & Linda – some of our closest friends. You know how I know they love us? They know what a thirteen year old I am and photoshop pictures before putting them on FB. That is what  5 star friends look like: 
     And this one is just precioso.  *Sigh* 

     Pastor Bobby ROCKED IT. He was our emcee/ host. I laughed my way to incontinence. *almost*

     James getting all defensive over ________?
     We played fun games where items of clothing were demanded off. Kind of. Just the shoes. It was good times for sure. But like all team games, C & I were out in round 2 of 8. We had 6 rounds to work out why I am a better driver.
      Pastor M was so gracious to take a picture with me when I looked like a bag lady. Who forgets a brush on a weekend away? ME. He will now always remember me as the vain frump who spazzed out when her husband took a picture. Schweet.
     Pastor Mike and my husband. I totally messed that up. Ergh! C was so excited to get a pic….minus 10 points for Michelle.
  • Flashback Friday

    Flashback Friday

    Love me some baby.