I leaned into the mirror this morning, as I do every morning, and began my usual pick/pluck/squeeze/smooth inspection and dissection of my face. I lamented the fact that my roots were once again growing in which means it's time for another coloring. Despite the fact that I started going grey at 15, my vanity still has not come to terms with it. I tell myself that one day I'll wear that grey (ok, mostly white) with pride, but then I admit, today ...
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The Dating Game
Sassy doesn't have her own phone. According to her, she is the only person her age who doesn't have one, but we still aren't giving in. However, she does have friends she would like to talk to sometimes and so I've let her give out my number before so they can call and text on my phone. Apparently I should have been more specific as to how and to whom she gives my number to. Yesterday, I received a "hey" text from a number I didn't recognize. ...
Dear Daddy
I realize it's the day AFTER Father's Day, but is there ever a bad time to praise your daddy? I'm not close enough to hug on my dad on Father's Day, too far away to enjoy a nice dinner with him or offer him a present, and he will never be on Facebook, but what I can do is share with everyone all that he's done for me as I've grown up. There's something different about fathers and daughters. As a little girl I loved my daddy and wanted to grow ...
Last, But Not Least
MC and I are going to camp on Sunday and we are excited. It's a camp for Middle School and High School kids at church so we got Howdy and Bubba signed up. We were asked to be teachers/chaperones and we agreed as long as Sassy could go with us. Now we have our family vacation for the year planned and we didn't even have to take care of transportation, housing, or food! Nice! We had a last minute meeting last night with the youth ministers, ...
The Gospel According to Mom
I just read an article in which Admiral William McRaven, a 36 year Navy Seal, addressed the graduating class at UT Austin and shared life lessons he learned while in the Seals. They were all very good, all sound advice. But I couldn't help but think he missed some vital information. I couldn't fault him since he didn't grow up in the same house as I did, but I want to take a moment to correct the mistake. I'd like to round out his lesson plan ...
Master of Its Domain
Yes, it's another fitness-inspired post. I figure, even if I don't manage to work myself into some kind of buff mama with freakishly strong calves and arms void of chicken wings, at least I will be able to pass on any hard won wisdom to my readers. And today I would like to offer one particularly important piece of advice: avoid the Stair Master. The Stair Master looks like a bite-sized portion of an escalator, but in reality, it's a torture ...
Superhero Training
I've started working out with a trainer, I'm taking Muay Thai classes, I've cut out white flour and starches, I'm down to half a Dr. Pepper and up to 5 bottles of water a day, my lunch staple of Chik Fil A has been replaced with grilled chicken salad, and, most impressive of all, I'm EMBRACING the change. If that's not the road to Superhero-dom than I don't know what is. But the Training continues; today was gym day. One of the biggest ...
Pimptastic!
4:01pm on Saturday was a most glorious time as it found me loading up my last Girl Scout cookie booth sale...at least for a few weeks. As far as everyone else is concerned, cookie season is over. But what we don't tell you, the unsuspecting public, is that if any troop still has cookies after our payment deadline, we can keep selling them until May 31st. That's right, you just thought it was to safe to start prepping for bikini season. Think ...
Thunderstorm Ahead
The weather in Texas is as unpredictable as the lottery. You'll have warm temperatures and clear skies, a perfect day to be outside. But then, as your eyes make another pass across that ocean of blue above you, you realize it's not as blue as it was a moment ago, not as bright. And that's when you see that wall of grey advancing. It's a thunderstorm heading right in your direction. With little to no warning you are suddenly under a deluge of ...
My Turkey’s Name is Murphy
It's 8:02am on Thanksgiving. I have been up for exactly 32 minutes and already I have laughed and I have cried. And I'm the only one awake. It started with me randomly waking up enough to look at the clock and realizing that I overslept. I was supposed to be up an hour earlier to get the turkey in. Jump out of bed, race to the kitchen, dig out the only-used-once-a-year roasting pan from where it is stored on top of my hutch and beneath all the ...