One step closer.
I can’t believe it’s only been one week since Clint was laid off. One week ago, we were still in shock… we were still coming to grips with what his unemployment could mean for us. It’s incredible what a difference a week makes. Ready for some good news? Me, too. Read More Read More
I slept 11 hours (& our church rules).
Immediately after I blogged last night, I fell asleep on the couch next to Clint who has, for some reason that still remains a mystery to me, decided to start playing Shining Force on the Sega Genesis again. Yes, Sega. Like, the old-school video game console. Sonic the Hedgehog style. (Warning: Digression ahead.) One thing I find incredibly comforting is falling asleep on the couch. It took a long while of being married before Clint understood that.... Read More
My ladies.
Day Two of Clint’s Unemployment: The day of le sigh. This was my fortune at dinner. I'm not sure I want *everything* to come my way. Sounds overwhelming. It didn’t occur to me until much of the day had passed, that I had been sighing a lot more often than I normally do. These were big sighs, too, and at random times. It was almost as if I had been trying to work things out in my head so thoroughly that I had forgotten to take adequate... Read More
Well, yesterday got worse.
‘Member my terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day yesterday? ‘Member how Zander pooped in the toy bucket and the whole day seemed hellish, but my friend Renee saved the day by being so awesome? Yeah, well, yesterday got worse. Read More Read More
Being judgemental? Or trusting a gut feeling?
Something happened at church today that has never happened to me before… at least not to this extent. I’m still trying to figure out why I reacted the way I did. I had already dropped the twins and Lily off in the nursery and Colby and I were sitting together in the church service. We were singing a few songs and I happened to glance over and see a man, dressed all in hunting clothes and carrying a hunting sack, walk swiftly in and sit... Read More
Sometimes my daughter gives me the heebiejeebies.
I love my daughter. She’s funny, she’s sweet and truthfully, sometimes, I am even a little envious of her amazing blue eyes and completely perfect wavy blond hair. She also creeps me out. Take scenario one, for instance: It was the middle of the night and I heard the familiar bump of feet hitting the floor and then creeeeak of the kids’ need-to-be-WD40′d door. I knew it was Lily. I heard a whimper at the door. I knew it was... Read More
The Truth Is… We’re Broke.
Clint and I used to be awesome with our money. We budgeted, we scrimped, and we saved. Like the teenager who can lose weight in a week simply by cutting out milkshakes, our bank account could be boosted with little sacrifice because we didn’t have many responsibilities. I remember just before we bought our current house, we had almost $10,000 in our savings. Then, we got lazy. Worse, we added expenses and payments. And kids. Lots and lots of... Read More
Breaking News & My Mixed Feelings
I had a blog post all set to write. It was probably going to be something tongue-in-cheek and silly. I actually even sat down to begin writing it when the news erupted all over the TV, cyberspace and my phone. Osama bin Laden: Dead. Woah. My entire adult life has been lived in a post 9-11 world. September 11th, 2001 was my 19th birthday. That day, I abandoned all birthday plans and sat glued to my television screen in horror, in tears, in disbelief,... Read More
Interview me.
First of all, thank you for all of those nummy meal ideas last week! We ended up making the pork roast in the crock pot and it was insanely delicious. Yuuum. I’m going to be coming back to that post next time I need dinner ideas. You guys are awesome! So, tomorrow I’m leaving for North Carolina where I’ll be joining my humor writing partner in crime Tracy Beckerman. We’ll be attending the Raleigh Southern Women’s Show... Read More
Dark Mom Thoughts
My Disclaimer: I’m going to get real down and dirty with you guys in this post for two reasons: I need to write this down for my own mental processing and I think that it might help others to read it for various reasons. Before I begin, you should know this is going to be a dark post, likely void of my usual banter, and I’m going to go to a place that I only just last weekend admitted out loud that I’ve been. If you’re in... Read More
Christmas Quirks
It’s totally cliche, but this really is one of my favorite times of year. Even this year, with things being pretty dreary for us on the financial front, I am insanely excited for Christmas morning. At the same time, I almost like the build-up to the big day even better! Here are some little quirks of mine around Christmastime. I hope you’ll share yours, too! Read More Read More
I’m a person, too (and other things I learned).
40 hours of absolute freedom. What parent of four under six would pass that up? Not this mama, that’s for sure. I learned about our church’s marriage retreat a couple of months ago. It cost less than $200 for 2 nights in a nice hotel, meals included, plus a promise of some interesting speakers… To be honest, although I was truly looking forward to the marital insight part of it, what I needed, what Clint and I absolutely craved,... Read More
Stop. Preaching. At. My. Door!
I am not close-minded about religion. If you choose to believe different than I do, that’s totally 100% fine in my book. In fact, I think there are some amazing aspects of religions other than mine. However. Do not come to my door at 11am on a Saturday morning, hand me your leaflets, start reading from your bible, and preach to me. It makes me so, SO angry. There’s this woman who has been coming to my door at least once a month for the... Read More
Rah-rah-rah!
Note: I am not singing Lady Gaga. Oh… how I despise Lady Gaga. Ridiculous, repetitive oh la la-ah, rah, rah, rah-ahaah. No. Thank. You. Instead, I am rah-rah-ing in a peppy cheerleader sort of way. I have been taking Colby to and from VBS this week (except yesterday when my superawesome neighbor helped me out). Every time I pick him up, it’s a chore and a test of my patience and strength. Getting Colby from VBS means loading the twins... Read More
PhotoBlog: Sometimes I don’t pay attention at church…
My apologies, in advance, to Pastor Ken and Pastor Chad, who follow my blog. I hope you can forgive me… (and maybe get a little chuckle out of this too!) I admit, sometimes I don’t pay as much attention at church as I should. It’s tough when suddenly I have no children to entertain, feed, burp, and change because my mind starts going a bazillion directions. Sometimes it’s too much to try and focus! Whew, so glad to get that... Read More
