It’s my 200th post, y’all!

I still can’t believe I’ve kept this going for so long. I was fairly certain that this blog would have the lifespan similar to that of my Giga Pet. Side note, does anybody remember Giga Pets? It was a little digital keychain where you ‘took care’ of a digital pet. I remember for a very short period of time that I was obsessed with my Giga Pet. My 4th grade existence was to feed that dern dog and clean up the digital poop. After a while, I got tired of all of the beeping and hid it in my toy box. By the way, that’s really not an option with children 😉
Anyway, to follow up with my 100th post and a blogging tradition, here are 20 more pointless, useless, and random facts about myself.
1. I have a bad habit to leave clothes in the dryer, and instead of getting them out and folding them, I just restart the dryer, hoping they’ll magically fold themselves while on their 167th cycle in the dryer.
2. I’m a hypochondriac. Seriously. If I read about a disease, I’ve got it. I can make myself have practically any symptom I want. I watch a commercial about osteoporosis? I’ve got it. Erectile dysfunction? Yep, had that too.
3. I took the LSAT. Once upon a time I wanted to be a lawyer. I also wanted to be on the Price is Right. I set lofty goals.
4. I have 5 wisdom teeth. I guess I should be smart.
5. I’ve already tried to write 3 things I already used on my 100 post. Shows how exciting I am.
6. I don’t like tea.
7. Or coffee.
8. I think about adoption a lot.
9. I have LOTS of gray hair. Really. I do. It’s starting to get pretty noticeable, too.
10. I love Betty White. I loved her even before it was cool to love her.
11. I hate watermelon.
12. Somehow, after I had a baby, I can eat or drink anything and immediately look 4 1/2 months pregnant.
13. I’m running out of things I know about myself.
14. I’m currently reading Matthew in the Bible. I really like Matthew. This is my 3rd time reading this book (Matthew, not the Bible). It’s easier for me to understand.
15. I love yard sales and thrift stores. I can’t ‘bargain’ though. I don’t know how to ‘negotiate’ prices.
16. I hate to work out. I prefer to go chase my boy outside and call that my exercise. And pushing a toddler out my mile-long road in a stroller is a serious workout. I don’t care who you are, it hurts!
17. I want to go on one of those Murder Mystery retreats. I know, nerdy.
18. I never understood how there were two graduations on Saved by the Bell. Remember? Kelly graduates with them one time, and then they graduated when Tori is on the show, too. I’ve always wondered about that.
19. I’m terrible at math. Terrible.
20. I drink milk right out of the jug. My mom still fusses at me for this.

So there’s a little more about myself. Maybe in a couple of years I’ll build up to the traditional ‘100’ things about myself. Yea. Probably not. Anyway, thank you so much for sticking with me through these 200 posts. You guys are really just so awesome and you make this so much fun for me. I hope you get half of encouragement and inspiration from me as I get from you all.

Now, tell me some of you do #1 and #20!!!!

Have a blessed Wednesday 🙂


a boy and his worm.

“Hey PB, what are you boys doin’?”

“Oh, nothing mom. We’re not doing anything. We’re just playing. We’re fine. You can go on back to the house now”.
“Are you trying to get rid of your mama? You wouldn’t be doing something you’re not supposed to be doing, would you?”

“No mama. I don’t know what you are talking about. I’m completely innocent”.
“What’s that in your hand?”

“What are you talking about mama?”
“Your hand. Let me see what’s in your hand”. 
“But mama-“………
“No buts. Open your hand, son.”
“Parker Boone, what on earth is that?!?!?!”

“It’s just a wittle worm, mama”. 
“Put that thing down right now! That’s nasty! You’ll get germs! Go wash your hands now! Where did you get that? Who gave that to you? Why do you have a worm? You’re too little to have a worm!”

“But mama, me and daddy were just huntin’ for some frogs and I found this worm. I got it for you. Don’t you like it, mama?”
You’ve just got to love little boys…..
I’m on spring break, y’all! The first spring break I’ve had as an adult, and I must say, it is vaaaanderful! Ben’s not on the same break as I am, so it’s just me and the little guy all week. After I emerge from my Benadryl coma, we are planning to build some forts under the kitchen table, dig in the dirt (looking for more worms, do doubt), and eat lots of ice cream and other sugary things. I’ll probably stay up a little past my 9:17 p.m. bedtime. Just a little, though. If you’ve never taken a spring break, I would highly recommend it! Work can be overrated 😉
Have a blessed Monday 🙂

on blogging and time.

In about 1 month, I will have been blogging for one whole year. Geeeeez. That’s a really long time for me. And it’s a really big deal for me, as longevity is not my strong suit. I tend to get on a ‘kick’ about something and go full steam ahead until I fizzle out.

For me, that’s usually 2 weeks or so. 
So this is a pretty big deal to me. And, I’m quickly approaching 200 posts, too, which is another realllly big deal to me. 
As I’m heading towards this blogging milestone, I’ve been thinking about what I’ve been doing, and what I want to do. I’m sure its pretty apparent my blogging has been hit or miss since I quit my job back in November. Part of that is due to the fact that my schedule and routine flew out the window when I started staying home. Of course, I’m back interning right now, but I’ve still not gotten back in to a groove that gives me a time to write each day. The other part of it is just due to the fact that I don’t have time. And the lack of time I have is a choice that I make. I’m simply not making the time. I have 24 hours in my day. Work is going to take a chunk each day, guaranteed. The rest of the time I want to spend as much time possible with my family. And eat! And sleep a little too. So blogging is around #47 on my daily priority list.
And that’s totally fine with me.
I’ve talked about it before on here, and as I’m approaching my first full year of blogging, I feel it’s only right that I mention it again. I blog for a couple of reasons.
1. To share my faith. I love Jesus. He loves me, and you, too! I look around at my life and I feel so overwhelmingly blessed. He has done so much for me. What am I doing for Him? I feel like this is the least I can do to share my faith.
2. To record my life. I think of this as a virtual scrapbook for me. It’s much easier than a paper scrapbook for my creatively challenged self. I love looking back on things I wrote a year ago, and thinking how much has changed.
3. To connect and share. Blogging has introduced me to a unique community of friends whom I cherish dearly. I’ve met so many wonderful people through this blogging experience. I’ve been able to share ideas and advice, and I’ve been able to receive way more encouragement, inspiration, and guidance.
So as I’m nearing my blogging birthday, I’ve been thinking about this little blog’s future. I can’t promise I’ll post 5 days a week. Nor can I promise I’ll post anything worth reading. But I can promise that I’ll continue to do it as long as I enjoy it. I have really enjoyed it this year. I love to connect and share. I love the friendships I’ve made, and I love the dear readers I’ve met along the way. I’m not sure what direction this ole’ blog will take in the future, but I’ll buckle up and enjoy the ride. Thank you for reading. And thank you for sticking with me through these past few months when I have been so sporadic. You are all so wonderful, and I’m blessed to count you as my friends 🙂
Have a blessed Wednesday 🙂

oh, sleep.

Do you remember nights when you slept like a soft, white unicorn on a fluffy cloud? When you dreamt of fairies and chocolate covered cookie dough balls and butterflies? When your head hit the pillow and you didn’t move until morning?

I don’t. 
Just when we were about to hi-five our parenting selves for having a good schedule with our boy, PB threw us for a big ole’ loop. And this loop is called the ‘I don’t want to sleep because I don’t have to sleep because you don’t need to sleep’ loop, and it’s been going on for over a week now. We have always been very lucky to have a sleeping boy. For the most part, he’s always had a pretty good sleep schedule. And then out of nowhere last week, it hit.
It’s 3:43 a.m. I’m dreaming of building big wooden things with my new table saw (yes, I actually dream about things like that). All of the sudden, I hear, “Mama, mama, mama, mama, mama?” I roll over and look at the clock. I think it’s still part of my dream. “Mama, dadda, tacta (tractor), papaw, nana, moos (cows), doose (goose-what he calls my brother), ball, hat, toot (shoot), dow bow (brown dog), mama, dadda, moooooooos!”
This proceeds for 5 minutes. He’s not crying. He’s not fussing. He’s simply reciting all of the words he has in his vocabulary. I drag my lifeless body out of bed and peek in his room, ever so quietly, as not to let him see me. Because, if he sees me, then it’s over, right?!
Shoot! He sees me. It’s over. I try patting his back. No dice. He’s trying to climb out of the crib. It’s 3:57 a.m. for Pete’s sake! So then I climb in his crib. Yes, I know. I’m waiting for the night it collapses with us. I lay with him and try to pat him back to sleep. He picks my nose. He laughs. I cry. I tell him to lay still and fall back asleep. He tries to dittle (tickle) my chin. I think this must really be a dream. However, it is not. I am reminded of that as he sticks his little fingers deep in my eye sockets. 
This goes on until I hear our alarm clock go off. I lay in the crib, swearing I won’t go to work that day, until Ben comes and drags me out. This has gone on for over a week, people. Every morning, like clockwork, he wakes up ready to play. He’s been going to bed over an hour later every night, too. I don’t know what is going on. I’m blaming the time change. Is it winter yet?
Last night, at 3:23 a.m., as we laid in bed listening to PB recite the names of everyone he knows, half mad, half laughing, and fully delirious, we were reminded how much parenthood had changed our lives. Gone are those nights where we slept so peacefully. Whether we’re interrupted by a baby who likes to talk in his sleep, or we’re laying awake wondering when our teenage boy will get his butt home, life is no longer the same.

But it’s okay, because no matter what he does, he still looks cute. And nothing screams cute like riding your rocking horse in the bathroom 38 minutes past your bedtime:

Seriously, when ‘they’ say, ‘enjoy your sleep while you can’, for CRYING OUT LOUD, LISTEN PEOPLE! ‘They’ know what they are talking about!
So for those of you with kiddos, have your kids ever had problems adjusting to the time changes? Do they ever randomly have periods where they don’t want to sleep? Is this normal? Are we doomed? Can I please have some toothpicks to hold up my eyelids?
Have a blessed Monday 🙂

that dang skinny belt.

A couple of days ago, Ben and I had a spontaneous date night (thanks, mom!). It was technically our Valentine’s date after our ‘Valentine’s Day to remember‘, aka, the Valentine’s Day from you know where.
Anyway, I was pumped. It’s funny, but I jump at an opportunity to get ‘dressed up’ now. And by dressed up, I mean anything other than my sweats. I’m still a hermit, and would prefer to spend 98% of my time in or around my house, but sometimes, a girl just wants to have someone else cook for her. So I took my time getting ready. I even put on eyeliner.
And then it came time to pick out something to wear.
Let me stop here and say for the 993871 time, I’m so not fashionable. I wish I were. I wish I could put outfits together like the ones I see on Pinterest. I wish I could spot stylish outfits at the stores. But it’s just not in me. 
A while back, I noticed girls wearing those skinny belts. I don’t know, are those even popular anymore? I went out and bought a couple of them, still not really sure how to wear them. I played around with them, and wore them a couple of different ways, most likely looking like an idiot who forgot where her belt was supposed to go. 
So as I was picking out my Saturday night date-night outfit, my skinny belt caught my eye. That’s stylish, right?! I picked out a plainish shirt, greased into my skinny jeans, and put my little skinny belt on a little below my bra line. Is that where you’re supposed to wear it? Help??
We went to eat first. We ordered appetizers. Big mistake. Then, I ordered some chicken and some vegetables, and proceeded to drink 4 glasses of lemonade. Yes, 4. Halfway through dinner, I noticed that my skinny belt was restricting my ribcage and I was having trouble breathing. I loosened it a notch, but refused to take it off. I wanted to be stylish, dangit!
After dinner, we headed to the movies. I was so stuffed. I felt so full. Literally, I was having trouble breathing. That dang skinny belt was totally causing me to have breathing problems. I couldn’t get a deep breath. It was like someone had put a lock on my diaphragm. But we were at the movies, and every time I go to the movies, I must have a Sprite and a popcorn. It’s part of my religion. I can’t resist. At this point, I wasn’t the least bit hungry, in fact, the thought of food was kind of repulsive. But it’s like an unspoken rule, when you go to the movies, you’ve got to have popcorn. Ahhh…..
We saw ‘Safehouse’. It was really good! Together, Ben and I finished our popcorn, and drank most of the Sprite. By this point I was miserable. Literally, I was almost sweating from the lack of oxygen I was getting. The dang skinny belt was so tight on me at this point that I was taking shallow breaths to keep from blowing it loose. Still, I refused to give in. I was going to wear the skinny belt with the skinny jeans and feel skinny, man!
We walked around the mall for a few minutes after the movie was over to do some people-watching. Nothing like going to a mall on a Saturday night to make you never, ever, ever miss your teenage years. Plus, I was hoping the walking might relieve some of the serious pressure on my ribs. 
No dice.
As we rounded the corner near the mall entrance, where approximately 238817 teenagers and young adults were standing within mere inches of us, I couldn’t take it any more. My lips were probably turning blue from lack of oxygen. I took a deep breath.
All of the sudden, I felt the most glorious feeling I have felt in a long time. Freedom! I felt like an uncaged bird, free to fly into the wide heavens.
Right there in the middle of all of those teenagers, half of whom were wearing skinny belts themselves, the dang skinny belt had busted with that last breath of air. I could breathe again. My lungs sang with happiness. My lips starting turning pink again. It was a miracle.
Needless to say, the old gray mare just ain’t what she used to be. Skinny belts are for the skinny. This, I am not right now. It’s the middle of Girl Scout Cookie season for crying out loud. I’m going to keep the remains of the dang skinny belt as motivation for working out this spring. 
So are skinny belts still ‘in’? Have you ever popped a belt?! Come on, make me feel better about myself!
Have a blessed Monday!