I went to 2 funerals in 4 days. Funerals for strong people of faith, people that touched lives and became Jesus to others. We call them funerals, but they were truly celebrations of lives well lived. As always happens during these occasions, my thoughts turn inward, and I wonder, "What will people say about me when I die?" Sure, lots of people will probably talk about the funny posts I make on Facebook or Instagram, or they'll talk about my ...
Ordinary Me
Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick….
You know when you're watching TV and a commercial comes on for a local burger joint, and they keep flashing close ups of that big, juicy burger? The one that's all loaded up with your favorite condiments and even though it's close to midnight and you already had dinner all you can think is, "Man, I have GOT to have a hamburger!"? But it's too late and so you just go to bed...but you wake up craving that burger and it's all you can think ...
Reading Between the Lines
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
Explicitly Yours
I'm bringing Flashback back! Yeah, it doesn't have the same kind of zing as bringing sexy back, but I have to work with what I've got. And what I've got is a new Flashback. Today I present to you one of my more humiliating moments (and that is truly saying something). And it's actually pretty recent. So buckle up for another ride on the "Why does this have to happen to me?" train. MC and I have now celebrated our 18th year of marriage. (Go ...
It’s Amazingly Awkward Girl
I literally just got back home from listening to a band play at a bar in Dallas and all I can think is, "Man, it's a good thing I got married young." I met MC when I was 18 and we were married when I was 20. I had a lot of boyfriends in school but I never really did the dating thing. I never went out and tried to pick up a guy, or try to get picked up by a guy. After tonight I realized that if my getting married had hinged on my ability to do ...
There’s a Badge for That
I recently read that a study shows 69% of parents say raising boys is easier than raising girls. I happen to have 2 boys and 1 girl and was one of 3 daughters myself; I would have to agree with that claim. And if any additional proof was needed, I would encourage any doubters to take over my Girl Scout troop for the weekend and then tell me how much easier boys are. Last weekend I took 11 of my 14 Girl Scouts on our first primitive troop ...