oh, halloween

“Hey Woody! Whatcha’ doin’?”

“Oh, nothing mom. Just gettin’ ready to trick-or-treat.

“Like my costume, mom?”

“See my hat?”

I love it! You make a really cute Woody! But let’s go ahead and take your costume off. We don’t go trick-or-treating until tonight.”

“Yea, I look like a real s……Hold on, what did you just say?”

“I said let’s go ahead and take your costume off, because we’re not going trick-or-treating for a couple more hours, okay?”

“But mom….”

“I want to go NOW.”

“Well I’m sorry son, but we can’t go now.”

“I don’t care! I WANT TO GO NOW!”

“PB, now don’t do this. We’ll go this evening and we’ll have lots of fun, and mom will eat all of your candy you’ll get lots of candy.”

“NO! Take me NOW! You’ve got about 2.3 seconds to change your mind before I throw a fit!”

“P, Woody doesn’t pitch fits.”

“I don’t care what Woody does. I don’t even want to be Woody anymore. Take this stupid hat off!”

“And I don’t want to trick-or-treat anymore, either. I just can’t go on like this. My little heart is broken into a million pieces. I don’t know how I’ll ever recover…..”

I’d say my first day at home with PB has been a success so far……..

Happy Halloween, friends! Have a fun and safe day!


roasted rosemary and parmesan potatoes

I came across a really good idea on pinterest this summer. I don’t know why I’d never thought to do something like this. It was so simple, and so good.

I’m not smart like that, though.

I called them my ‘pinterest potatoes’, and I made them many times this summer. They were the perfect side to a grilled burger. Plus, I felt like I was eating something a little healthier than just plain fries. In my mind, this helped to offset the ridiculous amount of chocolate ice cream and oreo dessert that I consumed this summer.

The ‘pinterest potatoes’ were actually called “Oven Baked Parmesan Seasoned Fries” and they were good, folks. Real good.

I love the concept and the versatility of the recipe. So I’ve experimented with several different variations, and I’ve found one I love that’s perfect for fall and winter. It’s a yummy side dish, and easy way to dress up plain ole’ taters.

Here’s the recipe:
Please forgive the poor photo quality. These were taken at night, and I was too lazy to change lenses.

Roasted Rosemary and Parmesan Potatoes

Red potatoes (I use about 10 small potatoes)
Parmesan cheese
Rosemary (the fresh stuff is great, but the dried works just fine)
Seasoning Salt
Old Bay seasoning

Preheatcha oven to 400 degrees. Wash and cube your potatoes.

Toss the potatoes in a large ziploc bag and coat them with olive oil. I usually put 1/2-3/4 cup of olive oil.

In a bowl, mix your seasonings. I usually put 1 cup of parmesan cheese, 2 tablespoons of rosemary, 1 tablespoon of garlic, 2 teaspoons of Old Bay Seasoning, and seasoning salt and pepper to taste. Dump the seasonings in the bag and shake (what yo’ momma gave you), making sure the potatoes are coated with the seasonings.

Spray or coat a cookie sheet and dump the potatoes on the sheet.

Pop that baby in the oven and let it cook for 20-30 minutes, or until the potatoes are fork tender. Serve it alongside some grilled chicken or fish, and you’ll feel like a domestic superhero. Or at least I did.

So, so easy. And so, so versatile. Add whatever seasonings your want. Experiment! Explore the wild world of roasted potatoes!

Have a blessed weekend y’all!

scars that run deep

What kind of parent does this to a child?

What, in your obviously illogical mind, were you thinking when you did this?

Was this some sort of cruel joke, MOM?

Were you hoping to emotionally scar your child for life, causing her years of torment and agony at the hands of children with much better hair styles?




In the second photo, please also note the meticiously trimmed sideburns.

Is there some sort of support group I could join?

‘Children whose mothers thought it would be a good idea to give their child a mullet, and thus emotionally scar them for life’ Anonymous?

Really, who EVER thought to invent the mullet? How was that EVER a good idea?

Can I tell you something about my mullet? These pictures are very flattering mullet shots. I’ve got one mullet picture that’s a real doozy. I’ll try to find it. My mom, in her infinite wisdom, decided that a plain straight mullet just wouldn’t do. She, instead, gave my bangs a perm, and left the back part of the mullet straight. So, as many wise ones before me have noted, it was all business in the front, and nothing but a party in the back.

Twenty years later, I’ve finally been able to laugh, a little, about the mullet.

But the scars?

They run deep.


Check me out on Brandie’s blog! I shared Peggy’s fresh apple cake today. Brandie has some seriously good (and easy) recipes over there!

Have a blessed and mulletless Wednesday!


I wrote a guest post this morning, so I’m all blogged out today.


I have a question.

One of my dear friends suggested that I start using Twitter for my blog. You know, to keep up with all my cool blog ‘peeps’. And so I can use jargon like ‘LYLAS’ and ‘LOL’ and ‘WHTZ UP’. I don’t know if people use jargon like that on Twitter, but I’ll tell you a true story. When I was in elementary high school, my friends and I would write letters to each other about really important matters, like about what we did in math class, or what ‘fly’ after school-activities we were doing for the day. And then, in between periods, we’d slip each other the notes like we were total bad ‘butts’, rebeling against the ‘no note-passing’ policy. Yes, we were in high school. And no, the notes weren’t about boys or parties or other high ‘schooly’ things. They were about homework. And after-school activities. And other really, really nerdy things. Whitney, Crystal, Leslie, and all other friends I passed notes with-I hope you all feel as embarrassed as I do right now. Would you believe I still have all of these notes?

If you are in this photo, I may or may not have incriminating letters from you in high school. You better not tick me off or I’ll post them on my blog for all the world to see!

I digress.

Anyway, I went to the Twitter (or ‘tweeter’ as my mamaw calls it) website, and how in the @&$&@()# do you use it? And what does all the #iknowwhatyoudidlastsummer stuff mean? I thought I was pretty hip when I got Facebook, and then I thought I was just over the top when I got pinterest, but I just don’t know if I’ve got it in me for Twitter. It looks too complicated. Am I missing something?


and what about this @amitoolamefortwitter

Any expert twitterers care to clue me in?

I’m confused. And perplexed.

Oh well.


Have a blessed Tuesday!

a random friday

I’ve had a lot on my mind this week with, you know, quitting my job and all. As the day gets closer, I get a little more nervous. No matter how much faith I have that God is in control and things will be fine, my human mind still wants to panic. Isn’t that weird? My heart knows everything will be okay, but my head wants me to think otherwise. My head is a strange thing.

Anyway, I’m all over the map right now. And so shall be the same for this post. A bunch of random nothingness. My mind is jello for the moment.

1. I had a flu shot yesterday at work. I’m still wearing the bandaid today. I have yet to straighten my right arm. I’m thinking of wearing a sling. Would this be a little too dramatic? I hate shots. Have I ever told you that?

2. I haven’t had a hair cut in over a year.

3. Sometimes, I go 2 days without washing my hair. Okay, I’m lying. Until last night, it had been 4 days. Is this gross? In my defense, by days 3 and 4, my hair just goes up into a bun, so the nastiness is minimalized. Give me a break! It takes 25 minutes to completely dry my hair, which takes me back to point # 2. I believe its time.

4. This was me before we left to go to the hospital for induction:

This picture is obscene.

5. I was more terrified of the IV than actually giving birth. I tested positive for group B strep, so I had to have penicillin in my IV. I screamed bloody murder every time the pencillin went into my vein. I’m starting to get lightheaded, so I’m going to quit while I’m ahead.

6. This is my dad (and mom):

My friend’s husband thinks he looks like Sid Bream.

image via google.

I concur.

7. This was PB shortly after he was born. His face was swollen and red.

8. This is him again, still at the hospital.

He looks like he’s got 2 pounds of mashed potatoes stuck in his cheeks. It doesn’t even look like the same kid.

9. Have you ever wondered why people with Austrailian accents sound English when they sing? Like Keith Urban. You would never know he was Austrailian when he sang.

10. This is what the last month of pregnancy looked like:

You can’t see the fist-size spot of drool on the cushion. Ben tells me I look sexy when I sleep.

11. Remember when I challenged myself to make a new recipe over the weekend? Well, I did. And it was a total disaster. I made a red velvet cake, and the cake tasted great, but half of it collapsed and my mixer croaked while I was making icing.

12. My neighbor gave PB a Little Tykes car, and he LOVES it. He feels like such a big boy in it.

I call it the ‘pimp mobile’. I’m going to take a couple of pie pans and add some ‘rims’ to it.

13. My stomach is flatter when I first wake up in the morning. As soon as I eat or drink a single bite, it swells out like I’m 4 months pregnant. The next time I go to the beach, I’ll make a note to get up and head out 3 a.m.

14. I haven’t plucked my eyebrows in a several weeks. I’m thinking they might just grow together and I won’t have to worry about it anymore. I just can’t bring myself to do it. Every time I pluck, I sneeze.

15. I’ve been stocking my pantry and freezer with staples (not literally staples) to prepare for unemployment. I’m hoarding Crisco and chicken at the moment.

16. I think I’m done now.

17. Have a blessed weekend, and thanks for your sweet words of encouragement yesterday! I totally needed them 🙂

thankful thursday: i quit my job

Once upon a time, girl goes to college to get dream job. Girl goes to grad school and gets dream internship for dream job. Girl turns down dream job in the big city and moves back home. In a series of God-led events, girl gets offered dream job closer to home.

Girl’s dream becomes her reality.

And then, two weeks ago, girl quits dream job.

In a few days, girl will be unemployed.


Here’s what this looks like on paper:

I went to school, worked my tail off, and landed my dream job. I accomplished my goal. I worked with a bunch of really incredible people. It was a good job. I loved it, and loved what I did.

And then. Don’t you know there’s always a ‘and then’.

God started tugging at my heart. To teach. Which, compared to my job now, is a complete 180 degree turn.

Teach? What do you mean teach? I spent 5 years in school to get to where I’m at now, and You want me to quit and teach?

So back to school I went to get my teaching certificate. I finished in July, and now I have to complete my student teaching. So, essentially, I’m quitting my good job to pay money to do unpaid student teaching with no guarantee of a job in the end. Makes tons of sense, right?

But you know what? I’m excited. I’m thrilled, really. Without going into much detail, my job now is a far cry from teaching. I’ve realized that my idea of a ‘dream’ job has changed so much in the course of the last several years. My idea of a ‘dream’ job now is one where I can be a difference-maker, in a positive way. I feel as if I’m at the opposite end of that spectrum right now, and I’m excited for the change.

In a couple of days, I’m leaving this ‘dream’ job behind. I’m going to have a couple of weeks at home with PB before I begin student teaching. I’m so pumped about that. I forsee a lot of tickle time, ninjas, trucks, and snuggles in the near future.

I’ll student teach for 16 weeks, and then who knows what will happen. You know, it’s scary to quit your job, especially if you don’t know what the future holds. The job market isn’t stellar and the economy is less than thriving. But, I have such peace about this decision. I know God has brought me to it, and He’ll bring me through it.

So today is Thursday, and I’m thankful for the faithful Lord I serve. Sometimes, what we want doesn’t necessarily align with what His plans are for us. And I’ve learned that instead of fighting against His plans, its best to ‘let go and let God’. I can’t tell you how confused I’ve felt over this past year. I had my ‘dream’ job, and things were sailing smoothly. And then God started tugging at me to teach. I went back to school while I was pregnant and had PB while I was in the middle of the program. So here I was, a new mom, working full-time and going to school full-time. It was hard. And I questioned it several times. But now, as I’m about to make the final leap, I know that this is simply part of God’s plan for me.

I’m happy to be at a place where I can talk about this with pure faith that things will work out. It was a struggle for me as I dealt with letting go of what I thought was my dream. But my heart is not there anymore. God knows me better than I know myself. He’s knows the desires of my heart and He knows where my priorities lay. He knows where I find my satisfaction, and He knows what will truly fulfill me. Why not follow Him? He knows it all!

So, I’m quitting my ‘dream’ job, paying to student teach, and facing unemployment?


And God is in the driver’s seat.

Have a blessed Thursday 🙂


I’ve slacked. I know I have. Forgive me?

The truth is, I’ve felt ‘blogged’ out. A couple of weeks ago, I took a little break from the blogarooksi to reevaluate my blogging priorities. I just felt washed out.

Blogging is odd, you know? I started this blog as a journal for me. And then it evolved into a journal, plus a place to share my faith. Plus a place to share food. And laughs. And inspiration. And I love where it’s at right now. And even more than that, I love the friends that I’ve met through doing this. The encouragement, friendship, and inspiration you give means so much to me.

But sometimes, I still get discouraged with blogging. I’ve put pressure on myself for my blog and I don’t like it one bit. I think there’s a fine line between a ‘journal’ and a ‘blog’ and I think I’m hovering on that line. It’s odd. You really put yourself out there on a blog, showing friends, strangers, and the like, facets of your life. And you really don’t know how people take those things. Sometimes you get a reaction. Sometimes you don’t. You know people are there, but you don’t know how they feel. And for a while, this irked me.

I should speak more ‘bloggy’. 

I should probably sound more professional.

I should probably limit my personal feelings.

But you know what? That wouldn’t be me. If I did any of those things, this wouldn’t be my journal. I say ‘terd’ daily. I tend to say things exactly how I think them, and it often sounds far from ‘professional’ or ‘bloggy’. And for the most part, I’m a pretty open person. I like to talk about how I feel about things. It makes me feel better.

So my blog is what it is. It’s easy to put pressure on yourself to be something that you’re not. Or that you don’t even want to be. And that, my friends, is when I have to stop for a minute and reevaluate what I’m doing. There are some really, really incredible bloggers out there. They have super fabulous blogs, and have all kinds of awesome stuff on them. They devote lots of time to their blogs, and they have so much to be proud of.

But that’s not me. This blog is not a priority to me, so it won’t be a super fabulous blog with all kinds of awesome inspiration. I don’t want to put that time into it. It’s just my blog. It is what it is. My journal about my journey through marriage, parenthood, housewifery, and life. And that’s it.

This post is for me, really. I just needed to remind myself why I blog. And what I blog. I’ve put pressure on myself lately to be something that I don’t want to be. And I’ve been discouraged with blogging. I needed to refresh my priorities and my direction.

I’m thankful for the people I have met through this adventure, and I’m thankful for those who’ve taken the time to read this little ole’ thing. I appreciate, SO MUCH, your words of encouragement and support. You really help lift my spirits when I feel ‘blogged out’.

Have a blessed Wednesday 🙂