"Mommy...can I have cheese balls for breakfast?"
It's been over a year since I posted in this blog, but believe me, it's not for lack of content. Sometimes I think if I could write anonymously and rreeeeaaallllly share everything I want to say I would have a Kardashian-like blog following. I'd also end up in jail. Moving right along...
We're in the final countdown for the school year and I'm not gonna lie. I am TIRED. The other day a friend of mine shared a blog post about being the "worst end of school year mom ever." I laughed so hard I cried. If you haven't read this one yet you need to...even if that means sneaking into the bathroom with your iPad like I did.
Yesterday was errand day. In an effort to be productive, I chose to actually work while the girls were in school. The business side of my brain reminded the mommy side of my brain it was smarter to use my time to make money rather than spend it. My girls are 5 and 8. They are are finally old enough to survive a trip to Target without temper tantrums and bathroom breaks. We had a few different places to go, and Target was our final stop.
Everything was going smoothly until we turned down the snack aisle. It's pool season now and just like every other kid in our neighborhood, my kids want to bring snacks to the pool. This seems like a perfectly rational request.
As a member of the FFKA (Former Fat Kids of America) I refuse to keep junk food in our house. My kids know Doritos are like crack for me. Cookies and ice cream are a definite no-no. Mommy just can't control herself. You know it's sad when one kid asks for Doritos and the other one reminds them, "Sissssssssyyyyyyyy...you KNOW we can't get those because Mommy will eat them ALL!"
You're right, kid. I will. So I don't buy them. Period.
I'm guessing my affection for Doritos stems from my childhood, when my mother (bless her heart) was the biggest hippie on the block, never allowing processed foods or sugar in our kitchen. I was the girl that begged kids to invite me to their birthday parties, just so I could get a dose of processed orange cheese mixed with delicious chemicals and tons of sugar. Can't find Holiday? Oh, she's over there in the corner with the bag of Doritos. All by herself.
Therapists would probably deem this an "issue with food" but I chalk it up to reality. My mom was just doing what she thought was best for me. And I've gotta give her credit. If she had allowed Doritos in our house I probably would have been a super fat kid instead of just a chubby kid. Thanks, Mom.
Sooooo...there we were, browsing the snack aisle, approaching the pretzels...when BOOM. I was faced with a gigantic tub of cheeze balls (note the "z"...this is especially important because we all know it isn't real cheese). For just $2.50 you could be the proud owner of 50,000 cheeze balls. What is it with kids and orange cheese? I don't know how it happened, but somehow this barrel of cheeze balls ended up in our cart. I'm going to claim temporary insanity. And sheer exhaustion.
Don't get me wrong, they didn't have to bully me to buy these. It's almost like all THREE of us felt like we were in a dream...me, because I was actually approving this purchase, and them, because they have never, ever, ever, seen mommy agree to such an insanely junky snack.
But I did. I just gave in.
What gets me is this...all year long I have feverishly sliced apples and doused them in lemon juice because I refused to buy pre-packaged apple slices. I buy nitrate and hormone-free lunch meat because I don't want them getting boobs in second grade. Sandwiches are made with whole grain, whole wheat bread. And there is no such thing as Kool-Aid in my house, only water and natural juice...although I have been known to buy the low sugar Capri Sun every now and then, which is always exciting for them.
Yes, I have consistently busted my ass to teach my children healthy eating habits (is this that moment where I realize I'm turning into my mother?), only to turn around and buy CHEEZE BALLS ? Really?!?!
The voices in my head won't stop...especially the one that says, "Holiday, these are little balls of POISON!"
And then I find myself having a little conversation with this voice...finally telling it to SHUT UP.
They're kids. And orange cheeZe isn't going to kill them. At least not this week.
Thursday, May 14, 2015
Monday, January 27, 2014
Cleanse Update: I'd rather be dirty
I've always said...if only I could blog what I REALLY want to say without a filter...imagine what I would write...
Last week, during a moment of weakness (and hunger) I actually did it. I wrote without a filter, exactly what was on my mind...including sharing all of those crazy voices that were having a field day in my head. It was refreshing to be so real, so honest and so authentic. In an effort to continue my "filter free" blogging, I think it's only fair to give an update.
I've never been a skinny person and maybe this is why...the whole "cleanse" stuff is for the birds. It made me crazy, I heard VOICES (like lots of them!), and I came close to eating my children (not really, but I was taunted by every carb in my pantry and fantasized about eating Fruity Cheerios).
I've experienced a bit of a self discovery during this experience. Here are my conclusions:
Last week, during a moment of weakness (and hunger) I actually did it. I wrote without a filter, exactly what was on my mind...including sharing all of those crazy voices that were having a field day in my head. It was refreshing to be so real, so honest and so authentic. In an effort to continue my "filter free" blogging, I think it's only fair to give an update.
I've never been a skinny person and maybe this is why...the whole "cleanse" stuff is for the birds. It made me crazy, I heard VOICES (like lots of them!), and I came close to eating my children (not really, but I was taunted by every carb in my pantry and fantasized about eating Fruity Cheerios).
I've experienced a bit of a self discovery during this experience. Here are my conclusions:
- I would rather be chubby and happy than hungry and crazy.
- If you tell me I can't do {or have} something it will only make me want it more. Whether it's a limit on spending money, eating carbs, or dating Mr. Wrong...tell me I can't have it and it will become my main focus. Hence the whole you can't eat food all day thing redirecting my entire focus to wanting to EAT. *note: this doesn't always work in my favor but it is how my brain works.
- I figured out a way to make the shakes so they are edible (adding a little cocoa powder and almond butter helped) . I will continue to consume these until the canister is gone.
- Like most things in life, balance is key. I am finding a balance between the shakes, the cleanse juice (it's actually not that bad), and real food. The voices have stopped (well, they're much quieter now...)
- If you're concerned at all about your appearance (which most of us are), you probably hear the same voices I do. We have to be able to discern the ones that are valid and the ones that are a result of an addiction or bad habit (a voice telling me to eat Moose Tracks ice cream is not the right one to listen to...)
- If there was a magic formula, cleanse, pill, diet, WHATEVER, that could guarantee skinniness with little or no effort then Oprah would have it and she would be skinny. But she's not. I rest assured in knowing that anything worth having is worth working for (bikini body included).
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
I'm about to eat my children.
Apparently I'm a glutton for punishment.
Last week one of my super hot (skinny) girlfriends suggest I try a 9 day cleanse. I've never been the "cleanse" kind of girl but considering the fact my weight has plateaued a bit I figured what the heck. Why not. I'll try anything. Once.
I placed my order on Thursday, and the UPS tracking number politely notified me via email my package would arrive on Tuesday. This meant I would start Day 1 on Wednesday. My friend knew exactly when my shipment was arriving. She even texted me this morning to make sure I was on track.
On track, alright...the fast track to insanity!
Let's rewind a bit, shall we? For the past 5 days I've been dreading this day. It was like a huge dark cloud hanging over my head. THE 9 DAY CLEANSE WILL BEGIN IN T-MINUS 4 DAYS...3 DAYS...2 DAYS....CRAP....IT'S HERE. TOMORROW IS THE DAY (I would be lying if I didn't tell you I was very close to ordering pizza last night for a toxins going away party, but I resisted and went for the standard grilled chicken).
Like an athlete preparing for a big game, I knew I had to get my head straight. Attitude is everything, right? GET YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME, HOLIDAY. THIS COST YOU $200. PULL IT TOGETHER. Okay, after my pep talk I opened the box.
I rrreeeaaallly tried to get excited. The shake mix looked normal, the "accelerator" vitamin thingies seemed acceptable, but the bottle labeled "SNACKS" sent me into a tizzy. It was the size of an Advil bottle and I just couldn't fathom how any decent snack could possibly fit inside this tiny bottle. The label said "chewable wafers" so I briefly fantasized about chocolate wafer cookies. Maybe these were mini cookies...hhmmmmmm...Clearly my idea of a snack is much different than this company's.
From the minute I woke up this morning I suddenly heard voices. I had no idea there were so many voices in my head until today. No, really. They all came out to play today. It kinda freaked me out. This is how it went:
Wake up/Breakfast before school:
Okay, Holiday, you can do this! Today is going to be great! This shake is going to be deeeeelicious. Don't even look at your Keurig because you know you can't have coffee...but this shake is going to give you so much energy you won't even miss it!
They call this a shake? It's more like a cup full of foamy nastiness. Stop gagging. Just suck it up and drink it.
The kids are eating Fruity Cheerios...must be nice to be a KID. My mom NEVER let me have Fruity Cheerios. I got robbed.
Mid morning:
Really, Holiday...why are you doing this? Let's go to Starbucks. A latte won't kill you.
Good girl. Way to resist temptation. Time for a "snack"...
REALLY?!?! They call this a SNACK? A doody brown tablet that resembles a chewable vitamin is NOT MY IDEA OF A SNACK. Chugging water and hoping to get this down. The more water I drink the more I will pee, and the cleaner I will get....keep drinking...
Damn what I'd do for a pretzel. Or a muffin. Geeez I'd even be happy with an apple at this point.
Okay, feeling good...actually I'm not even hungry. Wait a minute...I think my brain is getting mad at me. My body isn't hungry but my brain wants to eat. AGGGGHHH. BRAIN- SHUT UP THIS CRAP WAS EXPENSIVE.
Holiday...you're a rock star. You can totally do this. Really really really really really fat people do this and they survive. You're not even that fat. You can do it. You're going to look so good in 9 days...
Lunch:
This is great...I can totally do this. This lunchtime shake is going to be waaaayyy better than the one this morning because I'm only going to use 2 ice cubes instead of 6.
Gross. This is so gross. I want a sandwich.
You go girl. We did it. Drink some more water. You're not hungry.
This is a mental game. I can't believe I have so many voices in my head. I didn't even know you guys were here! It's like a freaking party up here today...
Holiday- are you really talking to the voices in your head? Just feed me and we will shut up.
SHUT UP BRAIN.
Okay, really, Holiday...why are you doing this? Clearly you're going insane.
I want a cookie. Just give me a cookie and I'll leave you alone.
SHUT UP BRAIN.
Chugging water. Going to the bathroom. The jeans feel loose. I must have lost at least a pound by now...
Let's get on the scale! Maybe it's already working!
GET A GRIP HOLIDAY. Go back to work.
Mid afternoon:
I can't wait until dinner. This piece of chicken is going to be sooooo good...marinating in absolutely NOTHING.
Stop looking in the fridge. You can't eat anything that's in here so why are you even looking?
Drink more water. Stop thinking. SHUT UP VOICES.
Why are you doing this? Holiday, this is making you kinda crazy...who does this? Why do people do this? How is this fun?
Skinny people must be starving all the time. Like ALL THE TIME. I wonder if this is why skinny people are mean? Chubby people are always soooooo nice..........
Holiday-- you are perfect just the way you are. Why can't you just love yourself as you are? Let's channel Oprah here...Oprah is chubby...she is happy...she is nice. I think? Surely Oprah is nice...right? Yes, which proves your point...chubby people are NICE. Oprah is happy because she is chubby! No...wait...she doesn't want to be chubby and she's always on a diet...I wonder if Oprah has ever done this...I wonder if Oprah has voices in her head...........
EVERYONE HAS VOICES IN THEIR HEAD. YOU ARE NOT CRAZY.
Oh my God. I'm crazy. I'm going f%^&ing crazy. I'm on a crazy train.
FEED ME.
SHUT UP BRAIN. I AM NOT HUNGRY.
Why am I not hungry? Maybe this stuff actually works? Maybe, just maybe, I have to clean out this crap in my body and re-train my brain into listening to my body instead of the sugar carb addicted voices...
That's it! Skinny people have cleaned out their bodies and retrained their brains...
Okay, Holiday...this is great. We've figured it all out. Now ignore the brain and focus on your body.
HELLO. IT'S YOUR BODY TALKING. I'M HUUUUNNNNNGGRRRYY.
Yuuummmm....OREOS. Why does TARGET have to put OREOS on the end of every single check out line? I mean really? Don't they know how OBESE America is? No wonder there are so many fat kids...man, I'd kill for an Oreo right now.
The skinny girl behind me in line is buying Doritos. And Coke. And a Snickers bar. And the bitch is skinny. REALLY? HOW IS THIS FAIR? Bitch.
Holiday...that was mean. She is eating crappy food full of chemicals and bad bad things.
Hmmmmmm...Doritos...
Holiday- just because she's skinny doesn't mean she's healthy. You're healthy. And strong. Maybe she has a horrible life and God gave her skinny genes because he knew she was going to have a crappy life. You have an awesome life. Who cares if you're a little chubby...
YOU ARE NOT CHUBBY. You are beautiful. SHUT UP VOICES.
I'm crazy. It's official. I'm off my rocker.
This cycle of voices continued throughout the entire day. My friend called to check on me. I think my "maybe I'm destined to be chubby" text caught her attention. She gave me a pep talk and told me I could add cinnamon to the shakes. Awesome.
During tumbling practice I gave in to the voices and ate 5 pretzels from my kid's lunchbox. I felt like a criminal. The voices kept going. They had a field day.
My kids were running wild around the house and fighting with each other before dinner...when suddenly another voice chimed in...
If you don't stop fighting with each other mommy is going to eat you!
REALLY HOLIDAY?
You're not going to eat your children...you're just hungry. Eat your chicken. You've been dreaming about chewing since the minute you woke up...
This chicken sucks. Eat celery. Celery is okay. Chicken and celery. At least this is better than a foamy shake that makes you gag.
We're almost done with the day. All we have to do is get the kids in bed and then we have to go to bed. This day has been way too long.
Why are you doing this to yourself? Let's do Weight Watchers! Weight Watchers is for normal people. Weight Watchers has real food...and you can eat apples...and pretzels...and maybe even an Oreo...
HOLIDAY- YOU JUST SPENT A SMALL FORTUNE ON THIS AND YOU'RE NOT A QUITTER. WE DO NOT QUIT. THIS IS A MENTAL GAME. PULL IT TOGETHER. WE CAN DO ANYTHING FOR 9 DAYS.
You are beautiful. Listen to me, the voice of reason...life is too short to be this crazy. Do you hear all of these VOICES? These are the voices of CRAZINESS.
SHUT UP VOICES.
I put the kids to bed and decided to write this blog post...mostly because I know I'm not alone.
Even as I type the voices are going strong...
Do you realize you just wrote an entire blog post about us? Wow, Holiday...you look like a psycho!
You already blew it with 5 pretzels...let's go for the gold and end the night with a bowl of Fruity Cheerios...
Giiiiirrrllll...you are not going to blow it with stupid Cheerios. Let's go to bed.
Cheerios aren't even good. If we're gonna blow it we should dive into the ice cream...Moose Tracks in the freezer...yummmm...
NO ICE CREAM. ABSOLUTELY NOT.
I'M SO HUNGRY. FEED ME.
Your stomach is growling. You are hungry. This isn't your brain. This is the real deal.
GO TO BED. We will eat tomorrow.
NO WE WON'T!!!
SHUT UP VOICES.
So how will things go tomorrow? I'm not quite sure. I just might ditch the shake and have an apple with my coffee.
Last week one of my super hot (skinny) girlfriends suggest I try a 9 day cleanse. I've never been the "cleanse" kind of girl but considering the fact my weight has plateaued a bit I figured what the heck. Why not. I'll try anything. Once.
I placed my order on Thursday, and the UPS tracking number politely notified me via email my package would arrive on Tuesday. This meant I would start Day 1 on Wednesday. My friend knew exactly when my shipment was arriving. She even texted me this morning to make sure I was on track.
On track, alright...the fast track to insanity!
Let's rewind a bit, shall we? For the past 5 days I've been dreading this day. It was like a huge dark cloud hanging over my head. THE 9 DAY CLEANSE WILL BEGIN IN T-MINUS 4 DAYS...3 DAYS...2 DAYS....CRAP....IT'S HERE. TOMORROW IS THE DAY (I would be lying if I didn't tell you I was very close to ordering pizza last night for a toxins going away party, but I resisted and went for the standard grilled chicken).
Like an athlete preparing for a big game, I knew I had to get my head straight. Attitude is everything, right? GET YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME, HOLIDAY. THIS COST YOU $200. PULL IT TOGETHER. Okay, after my pep talk I opened the box.
I rrreeeaaallly tried to get excited. The shake mix looked normal, the "accelerator" vitamin thingies seemed acceptable, but the bottle labeled "SNACKS" sent me into a tizzy. It was the size of an Advil bottle and I just couldn't fathom how any decent snack could possibly fit inside this tiny bottle. The label said "chewable wafers" so I briefly fantasized about chocolate wafer cookies. Maybe these were mini cookies...hhmmmmmm...Clearly my idea of a snack is much different than this company's.
From the minute I woke up this morning I suddenly heard voices. I had no idea there were so many voices in my head until today. No, really. They all came out to play today. It kinda freaked me out. This is how it went:
Wake up/Breakfast before school:
Okay, Holiday, you can do this! Today is going to be great! This shake is going to be deeeeelicious. Don't even look at your Keurig because you know you can't have coffee...but this shake is going to give you so much energy you won't even miss it!
They call this a shake? It's more like a cup full of foamy nastiness. Stop gagging. Just suck it up and drink it.
The kids are eating Fruity Cheerios...must be nice to be a KID. My mom NEVER let me have Fruity Cheerios. I got robbed.
Mid morning:
Really, Holiday...why are you doing this? Let's go to Starbucks. A latte won't kill you.
Good girl. Way to resist temptation. Time for a "snack"...
REALLY?!?! They call this a SNACK? A doody brown tablet that resembles a chewable vitamin is NOT MY IDEA OF A SNACK. Chugging water and hoping to get this down. The more water I drink the more I will pee, and the cleaner I will get....keep drinking...
Damn what I'd do for a pretzel. Or a muffin. Geeez I'd even be happy with an apple at this point.
Okay, feeling good...actually I'm not even hungry. Wait a minute...I think my brain is getting mad at me. My body isn't hungry but my brain wants to eat. AGGGGHHH. BRAIN- SHUT UP THIS CRAP WAS EXPENSIVE.
Holiday...you're a rock star. You can totally do this. Really really really really really fat people do this and they survive. You're not even that fat. You can do it. You're going to look so good in 9 days...
Lunch:
This is great...I can totally do this. This lunchtime shake is going to be waaaayyy better than the one this morning because I'm only going to use 2 ice cubes instead of 6.
Gross. This is so gross. I want a sandwich.
You go girl. We did it. Drink some more water. You're not hungry.
This is a mental game. I can't believe I have so many voices in my head. I didn't even know you guys were here! It's like a freaking party up here today...
Holiday- are you really talking to the voices in your head? Just feed me and we will shut up.
SHUT UP BRAIN.
Okay, really, Holiday...why are you doing this? Clearly you're going insane.
I want a cookie. Just give me a cookie and I'll leave you alone.
SHUT UP BRAIN.
Chugging water. Going to the bathroom. The jeans feel loose. I must have lost at least a pound by now...
Let's get on the scale! Maybe it's already working!
GET A GRIP HOLIDAY. Go back to work.
Mid afternoon:
I can't wait until dinner. This piece of chicken is going to be sooooo good...marinating in absolutely NOTHING.
Stop looking in the fridge. You can't eat anything that's in here so why are you even looking?
Drink more water. Stop thinking. SHUT UP VOICES.
Why are you doing this? Holiday, this is making you kinda crazy...who does this? Why do people do this? How is this fun?
Skinny people must be starving all the time. Like ALL THE TIME. I wonder if this is why skinny people are mean? Chubby people are always soooooo nice..........
Holiday-- you are perfect just the way you are. Why can't you just love yourself as you are? Let's channel Oprah here...Oprah is chubby...she is happy...she is nice. I think? Surely Oprah is nice...right? Yes, which proves your point...chubby people are NICE. Oprah is happy because she is chubby! No...wait...she doesn't want to be chubby and she's always on a diet...I wonder if Oprah has ever done this...I wonder if Oprah has voices in her head...........
EVERYONE HAS VOICES IN THEIR HEAD. YOU ARE NOT CRAZY.
Oh my God. I'm crazy. I'm going f%^&ing crazy. I'm on a crazy train.
FEED ME.
SHUT UP BRAIN. I AM NOT HUNGRY.
Why am I not hungry? Maybe this stuff actually works? Maybe, just maybe, I have to clean out this crap in my body and re-train my brain into listening to my body instead of the sugar carb addicted voices...
That's it! Skinny people have cleaned out their bodies and retrained their brains...
Okay, Holiday...this is great. We've figured it all out. Now ignore the brain and focus on your body.
HELLO. IT'S YOUR BODY TALKING. I'M HUUUUNNNNNGGRRRYY.
Yuuummmm....OREOS. Why does TARGET have to put OREOS on the end of every single check out line? I mean really? Don't they know how OBESE America is? No wonder there are so many fat kids...man, I'd kill for an Oreo right now.
The skinny girl behind me in line is buying Doritos. And Coke. And a Snickers bar. And the bitch is skinny. REALLY? HOW IS THIS FAIR? Bitch.
Holiday...that was mean. She is eating crappy food full of chemicals and bad bad things.
Hmmmmmm...Doritos...
Holiday- just because she's skinny doesn't mean she's healthy. You're healthy. And strong. Maybe she has a horrible life and God gave her skinny genes because he knew she was going to have a crappy life. You have an awesome life. Who cares if you're a little chubby...
YOU ARE NOT CHUBBY. You are beautiful. SHUT UP VOICES.
I'm crazy. It's official. I'm off my rocker.
This cycle of voices continued throughout the entire day. My friend called to check on me. I think my "maybe I'm destined to be chubby" text caught her attention. She gave me a pep talk and told me I could add cinnamon to the shakes. Awesome.
During tumbling practice I gave in to the voices and ate 5 pretzels from my kid's lunchbox. I felt like a criminal. The voices kept going. They had a field day.
My kids were running wild around the house and fighting with each other before dinner...when suddenly another voice chimed in...
If you don't stop fighting with each other mommy is going to eat you!
REALLY HOLIDAY?
You're not going to eat your children...you're just hungry. Eat your chicken. You've been dreaming about chewing since the minute you woke up...
This chicken sucks. Eat celery. Celery is okay. Chicken and celery. At least this is better than a foamy shake that makes you gag.
We're almost done with the day. All we have to do is get the kids in bed and then we have to go to bed. This day has been way too long.
Why are you doing this to yourself? Let's do Weight Watchers! Weight Watchers is for normal people. Weight Watchers has real food...and you can eat apples...and pretzels...and maybe even an Oreo...
HOLIDAY- YOU JUST SPENT A SMALL FORTUNE ON THIS AND YOU'RE NOT A QUITTER. WE DO NOT QUIT. THIS IS A MENTAL GAME. PULL IT TOGETHER. WE CAN DO ANYTHING FOR 9 DAYS.
You are beautiful. Listen to me, the voice of reason...life is too short to be this crazy. Do you hear all of these VOICES? These are the voices of CRAZINESS.
SHUT UP VOICES.
I put the kids to bed and decided to write this blog post...mostly because I know I'm not alone.
Even as I type the voices are going strong...
Do you realize you just wrote an entire blog post about us? Wow, Holiday...you look like a psycho!
You already blew it with 5 pretzels...let's go for the gold and end the night with a bowl of Fruity Cheerios...
Giiiiirrrllll...you are not going to blow it with stupid Cheerios. Let's go to bed.
Cheerios aren't even good. If we're gonna blow it we should dive into the ice cream...Moose Tracks in the freezer...yummmm...
NO ICE CREAM. ABSOLUTELY NOT.
I'M SO HUNGRY. FEED ME.
Your stomach is growling. You are hungry. This isn't your brain. This is the real deal.
GO TO BED. We will eat tomorrow.
NO WE WON'T!!!
SHUT UP VOICES.
So how will things go tomorrow? I'm not quite sure. I just might ditch the shake and have an apple with my coffee.
Thursday, December 26, 2013
A Waffle House Christmas
Goodbyes suck, but saying goodbye on Christmas really really sucks. This is the third year I've had to kiss my kids goodbye on Christmas and I'm beginning to wonder if it will ever feel anything less than shitty. Sorry for the language but this is me being 100% real.
Last year I cried from 8pm Christmas eve until 2pm Christmas Day when my girls arrived on my doorstep. I was an emotional TRAIN WRECK. Looking back I feel kind of guilty for being such a Debbie Downer. Thankfully I was with people who loved me (sobbing tears and all), but still, I can only imagine sharing what should have been a celebrated morning with a crying lunatic of a woman (yes, that would be me.)
This year I was excited to have the girls for Christmas Eve and the whole morning with Santa shenanigans. Of course they wanted to talk to their daddy last night and I could tell by his voice he was sad and missing them. I don't care how long you've been separated, divorced, whatever...the pain of missing your kids doesn't really go away. Or maybe it does, and I just haven't reached that point yet.
Santa arrived with a ridiculous amount of toys, breakfast consisted of bacon, carbs and cookies, and everyone was happy. The family room resembled an American Girl war zone and while I did my best to clean up as they were ripping open presents, I decided to let it go. My phone was buzzing with text messages, Facebook notifications, and voice mails from family and friends. I ignored all of them because the clock was ticking. I knew I had a limited amount of time with my girls before it was time to say goodbye. Nothing was more important than cherishing this Christmas morning.
Even though they were exhausted, whining and practically killing each other by the time their daddy came to pick them up, I didn't want to let them go. The dark cloud of loneliness was hovering over my head and I just wanted an umbrella to shield my heart. The doorbell rang and I took a deep breath. "Holiday, you need a break...this isn't the end of the world" I repeated to myself. But no avail. The lump crawled into my throat and I choked back tears. As I buckled their car seats and kissed them goodbye I made the walk of shame with my head held low (faaaaarrr different from the collegiate one).
Here comes the shitty part. I walked into the family room, sat down on my couch, and cried (it was the ugly kind). Piles of toys were painful reminders of what was ultimately over. My family Christmas. In what seemed like a flash, the morning was over and my girls were gone.
If you know me personally you're well aware of my flair for the dramatic. Just last week my mom and I watched The Holiday and she giggled as Kate Winslet sobbed inconsolably over her kitchen sink. "Holiday, she reminds me of you!" Thanks Mom...I guess? If you've seen the movie you know the scene...and that was kind of me this morning.
Thankfully this is third time I've experienced this so there were a few things in my favor: 1) I knew it was coming 2) I knew any attempt to fight or deny myself the pity party would be a failure and ultimately postpone the inevitable and 3) I knew I had to get out of my house.
As the leading lady of my own life, I'm happy to announce there is, indeed, a love interest. He invited me to join him (and his children) for Christmas dinner, and I was happy to accept the invitation. Besides the fact that I absolutely love hanging out with them, it was nice to know I had somewhere to go tonight (if you're going through this process always always always plan ahead for times like this so you aren't alone). I was welcomed with big hugs, kisses, and presents.
And then we went to the Waffle House.
Yes. We went to the Waffle House for Christmas. Although it wouldn't have been my dinner location of choice, I quickly realized this was their sacred family tradition. Because, he, too, understands the pain and silence of an empty house, and, well, the Waffle House is pretty much the only restaurant open on Christmas day. Surrounded again by bacon and carbs, I embraced their tradition and ordered a Coke. A real one.
Even though I knew the evening would end with me returning to an empty, quiet house, my heart was full and the lump in my throat was gone. Maybe it was the bacon. Maybe it was something more. Whatever it is I realize Christmas isn't what it used to be anymore...and as sad as that can be I'm also learning time can heal most wounds. The pain of saying goodbye might never go away, but hopefully the empty house part will.
As I sit here solo, enjoying a glass of wine and Skittles, I can only imagine what 2014 has in store for me.
Last year I cried from 8pm Christmas eve until 2pm Christmas Day when my girls arrived on my doorstep. I was an emotional TRAIN WRECK. Looking back I feel kind of guilty for being such a Debbie Downer. Thankfully I was with people who loved me (sobbing tears and all), but still, I can only imagine sharing what should have been a celebrated morning with a crying lunatic of a woman (yes, that would be me.)
This year I was excited to have the girls for Christmas Eve and the whole morning with Santa shenanigans. Of course they wanted to talk to their daddy last night and I could tell by his voice he was sad and missing them. I don't care how long you've been separated, divorced, whatever...the pain of missing your kids doesn't really go away. Or maybe it does, and I just haven't reached that point yet.
Santa arrived with a ridiculous amount of toys, breakfast consisted of bacon, carbs and cookies, and everyone was happy. The family room resembled an American Girl war zone and while I did my best to clean up as they were ripping open presents, I decided to let it go. My phone was buzzing with text messages, Facebook notifications, and voice mails from family and friends. I ignored all of them because the clock was ticking. I knew I had a limited amount of time with my girls before it was time to say goodbye. Nothing was more important than cherishing this Christmas morning.
Even though they were exhausted, whining and practically killing each other by the time their daddy came to pick them up, I didn't want to let them go. The dark cloud of loneliness was hovering over my head and I just wanted an umbrella to shield my heart. The doorbell rang and I took a deep breath. "Holiday, you need a break...this isn't the end of the world" I repeated to myself. But no avail. The lump crawled into my throat and I choked back tears. As I buckled their car seats and kissed them goodbye I made the walk of shame with my head held low (faaaaarrr different from the collegiate one).
Here comes the shitty part. I walked into the family room, sat down on my couch, and cried (it was the ugly kind). Piles of toys were painful reminders of what was ultimately over. My family Christmas. In what seemed like a flash, the morning was over and my girls were gone.
If you know me personally you're well aware of my flair for the dramatic. Just last week my mom and I watched The Holiday and she giggled as Kate Winslet sobbed inconsolably over her kitchen sink. "Holiday, she reminds me of you!" Thanks Mom...I guess? If you've seen the movie you know the scene...and that was kind of me this morning.
Thankfully this is third time I've experienced this so there were a few things in my favor: 1) I knew it was coming 2) I knew any attempt to fight or deny myself the pity party would be a failure and ultimately postpone the inevitable and 3) I knew I had to get out of my house.
As the leading lady of my own life, I'm happy to announce there is, indeed, a love interest. He invited me to join him (and his children) for Christmas dinner, and I was happy to accept the invitation. Besides the fact that I absolutely love hanging out with them, it was nice to know I had somewhere to go tonight (if you're going through this process always always always plan ahead for times like this so you aren't alone). I was welcomed with big hugs, kisses, and presents.
And then we went to the Waffle House.
Yes. We went to the Waffle House for Christmas. Although it wouldn't have been my dinner location of choice, I quickly realized this was their sacred family tradition. Because, he, too, understands the pain and silence of an empty house, and, well, the Waffle House is pretty much the only restaurant open on Christmas day. Surrounded again by bacon and carbs, I embraced their tradition and ordered a Coke. A real one.
Even though I knew the evening would end with me returning to an empty, quiet house, my heart was full and the lump in my throat was gone. Maybe it was the bacon. Maybe it was something more. Whatever it is I realize Christmas isn't what it used to be anymore...and as sad as that can be I'm also learning time can heal most wounds. The pain of saying goodbye might never go away, but hopefully the empty house part will.
As I sit here solo, enjoying a glass of wine and Skittles, I can only imagine what 2014 has in store for me.
Saturday, November 30, 2013
Full tummy, full heart
Thanksgiving rocks. Yummy food, family, friends, football, and the possibility of an afternoon nap are all reasons this just might be my favorite holiday of the year. Oh, and let's not forget the 30 days of Facebook postings from people publicly sharing what they're thankful for....
This time of year is filled with nostalgia. Whether it's the smell of turkey and stuffing (dressing, as they call it in the south), or the twinkle of Christmas lights on the tree, memories are everywhere. Do you ever think back to the year before, and remember where you were, who you were with, and what you were doing? For some reason the holidays trigger memories for me like this...am I the only one?
Last year on Thanksgiving my dad came to visit and we spent the weekend playing, talking and just enjoying each others' company. The year before that was the first Thanksgiving I spent without my girls (they were with my ex), and instead of crying all day I hopped on a plane and surprised my family in Florida. This year I journeyed out to the "Country" and was surrounded with love by an incredible family who welcomed me with open arms. I even got my hands on a shotgun.
My life has been full of blessings, and I am truly thankful. It isn't always easy, especially when I don't get to share these special holidays with my children, but I do my best to be thankful in all circumstances. One of my favorite scriptures is 1 Thessalonians 5:18:, Give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus.
With a full heart (and a full tummy) I give thanks :)
This time of year is filled with nostalgia. Whether it's the smell of turkey and stuffing (dressing, as they call it in the south), or the twinkle of Christmas lights on the tree, memories are everywhere. Do you ever think back to the year before, and remember where you were, who you were with, and what you were doing? For some reason the holidays trigger memories for me like this...am I the only one?
Last year on Thanksgiving my dad came to visit and we spent the weekend playing, talking and just enjoying each others' company. The year before that was the first Thanksgiving I spent without my girls (they were with my ex), and instead of crying all day I hopped on a plane and surprised my family in Florida. This year I journeyed out to the "Country" and was surrounded with love by an incredible family who welcomed me with open arms. I even got my hands on a shotgun.
My life has been full of blessings, and I am truly thankful. It isn't always easy, especially when I don't get to share these special holidays with my children, but I do my best to be thankful in all circumstances. One of my favorite scriptures is 1 Thessalonians 5:18:, Give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus.
With a full heart (and a full tummy) I give thanks :)
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| {disclaimer: no animals were harmed during the holiday shotgun show} |
Thursday, November 14, 2013
Me vs. the Rainbow Loom
It's amazing what a little peer pressure can do. Thankfully I have a first grader who is teaching me how to be cool all over again. First it was the need for a certain pair of shoes. Then it was pigtail braids "like Maddie" (easily solved after a quick text to her mom with detailed description and instructions). Next it was the Rainbow Loom. I should have known it was only going to get worse.
When Elizabeth came home begging for this particular item I had absolutely no clue what she was talking about. The only thing I could really make out of her babbling conversation was friendship bracelets...okay, I thought to myself...I get it. If the Rainbow Loom is what we need, then the Rainbow Loom is what we'll get. After all, you won't receive friendship bracelets unless you give friendship bracelets. Nostalgia kicked in as I remembered the days of summer camp, friendship bracelets and my desire to be cool.
The next day I went to Michael's on a mission. I was going to buy this Rainbow Loom and all of the necessary accessories for my daughter to make the coolest friendship bracelets ever. The minute I saw the giant display I realized this must be the cool thing. I could tell by the herd of mommies sorting through the shelves, chit chatting about rubber band colors, different styles, etc.
I had no clue what I needed to buy to make this bracelet thing happen, so I asked the salesperson for a translation. Here's what I got:
Her: The Rainbow Loom is a tool used to make bracelets from small rubber bands.
Me: Ohhhhhh, okay. I get it. So we loop these rubber bands on this loom thing and magically it all connects into a bracelet?
Her: Yes ma'am. But you may want to watch the YouTube tutorials...the instructions in the box aren't very good.
Me: YouTube? Really?
Her: Yes, really. The directions are awful and you'll never figure it out. Watch the tutorials on YouTube.
OKAY. At this point I should have known I was in over my head. Little did I know I was up s*#@'s creek without a paddle.
Elizabeth was excited to get started, so we got on YouTube. If you're a mom, chances are you know exactly what I'm about to say. The tutorial is basically some bootleg video with cute asian (I think?) kids, teaching us (clearly the ADULTS) how to make the "basic" bracelet.
I'm not too proud to say it- I had to pause, rewind, and restart the video several times. Of course by now Elizabeth has lost interest and relocated to the television while I slaved away like a kid in a sweat shop.
Fast forward 5 days...
I made far too many friendship bracelets than I care to admit, Elizabeth still didn't have a clue, and there were rubber bands EVERYWHERE. Even my vacuum agreed. The Rainbow Loom had to GO.
It's been tucked away nicely, somewhere really really high, where little fingers can't reach and where rubber bands can't escape. Surprisingly enough no one has missed it.
When Elizabeth came home begging for this particular item I had absolutely no clue what she was talking about. The only thing I could really make out of her babbling conversation was friendship bracelets...okay, I thought to myself...I get it. If the Rainbow Loom is what we need, then the Rainbow Loom is what we'll get. After all, you won't receive friendship bracelets unless you give friendship bracelets. Nostalgia kicked in as I remembered the days of summer camp, friendship bracelets and my desire to be cool.
The next day I went to Michael's on a mission. I was going to buy this Rainbow Loom and all of the necessary accessories for my daughter to make the coolest friendship bracelets ever. The minute I saw the giant display I realized this must be the cool thing. I could tell by the herd of mommies sorting through the shelves, chit chatting about rubber band colors, different styles, etc.
I had no clue what I needed to buy to make this bracelet thing happen, so I asked the salesperson for a translation. Here's what I got:
Her: The Rainbow Loom is a tool used to make bracelets from small rubber bands.
Me: Ohhhhhh, okay. I get it. So we loop these rubber bands on this loom thing and magically it all connects into a bracelet?
Her: Yes ma'am. But you may want to watch the YouTube tutorials...the instructions in the box aren't very good.
Me: YouTube? Really?
Her: Yes, really. The directions are awful and you'll never figure it out. Watch the tutorials on YouTube.
OKAY. At this point I should have known I was in over my head. Little did I know I was up s*#@'s creek without a paddle.
Elizabeth was excited to get started, so we got on YouTube. If you're a mom, chances are you know exactly what I'm about to say. The tutorial is basically some bootleg video with cute asian (I think?) kids, teaching us (clearly the ADULTS) how to make the "basic" bracelet.
I'm not too proud to say it- I had to pause, rewind, and restart the video several times. Of course by now Elizabeth has lost interest and relocated to the television while I slaved away like a kid in a sweat shop.
Fast forward 5 days...
I made far too many friendship bracelets than I care to admit, Elizabeth still didn't have a clue, and there were rubber bands EVERYWHERE. Even my vacuum agreed. The Rainbow Loom had to GO.
It's been tucked away nicely, somewhere really really high, where little fingers can't reach and where rubber bands can't escape. Surprisingly enough no one has missed it.
Thursday, November 7, 2013
Afternoon quickie
Every now and then you just need one. All it takes is fifteen, twenty, or, if you're lucky, thirty minutes in bed and wham, bam, thank you ma'am...it's a whole new me.
Get your heads out of the gutter, people. I'm not talking about that kind of quickie (although...never mind...I'm not gonna go there...) I'm talking about a good old fashioned power nap.
Isn't it amazing how a short little snooze can totally re-energize you? The other day I was working at my desk when the cement eyelids kicked in. You know the feeling, like when you're sitting in church and your head starts bobbing back and forth...and suddenly your entire body twitches and wakes you up...yeah, that was me. Rather than fight the inevitable snooze, I surrendered. A flash of guilt crossed my mind, but I got over it.
Thirty minutes later I was back at my desk, knocking out the to do list like it was my job (ummm, yeah I guess it kinda is). I was much more productive post nap than I would have been fighting cement eyelids/bobbing head syndrome for an hour.
So today, my friends, I challenge you to embrace your inner toddler and go for the power nap. You'll wake up refreshed, energized, and ready to tackle the rest of the day. If only our businesses were modeled after preschools, life might be much easier.
P.S. Welcome to my new and improved blog...take a look around and check back often...I'll be dishing on all sorts of fun stuff these next few months :)
Get your heads out of the gutter, people. I'm not talking about that kind of quickie (although...never mind...I'm not gonna go there...) I'm talking about a good old fashioned power nap.
Isn't it amazing how a short little snooze can totally re-energize you? The other day I was working at my desk when the cement eyelids kicked in. You know the feeling, like when you're sitting in church and your head starts bobbing back and forth...and suddenly your entire body twitches and wakes you up...yeah, that was me. Rather than fight the inevitable snooze, I surrendered. A flash of guilt crossed my mind, but I got over it.
Thirty minutes later I was back at my desk, knocking out the to do list like it was my job (ummm, yeah I guess it kinda is). I was much more productive post nap than I would have been fighting cement eyelids/bobbing head syndrome for an hour.
So today, my friends, I challenge you to embrace your inner toddler and go for the power nap. You'll wake up refreshed, energized, and ready to tackle the rest of the day. If only our businesses were modeled after preschools, life might be much easier.
P.S. Welcome to my new and improved blog...take a look around and check back often...I'll be dishing on all sorts of fun stuff these next few months :)
Thursday, June 27, 2013
life lessons from the itsy bitsy teenie weenie yellow polka dot bikinis
My girls are the sunshine of my life, and this picture perfectly captures the essence of our family dynamic. As sisters, they want to be just alike, but what amazes me is how different they really are. Here you can see the little one, chasing after her hero...longing to be just like her sissy...complete with ponytail and yellow bikini.
What I love most about this is their ability to let go and be free...even in teenie weenie bikinis. When I think back to my childhood days some of my fondest memories involve building sandcastles and playing with my sister. As a mother it has come full circle, especially as I watch my girls grow, learn, admire, and most of all, love each other.
Children learn many lessons from their parents, but sometimes we miss the lessons they are teaching us. Today I embrace the lesson of being carefree, taking time to play in the sand, and admiring my little sister.
Thursday, June 20, 2013
usernames, passwords, failed logins, oh my!
It's been over a year since my last blog post, and while I've had several life changes I can't blame my MIA status on anything other than a simple 7 digit code....yes folks, that would be my password.
Seeing how everything these days requires a log in, username, and password, it's nearly impossible to keep everything straight. Security measures encourage you to change them regularly, but holy cow, my brain can only keep track of so much. I think I even managed to stump Google a few times with multiple failed attempts and password resets.
Now that I've successfully hacked into my own blog I'm excited to announce my return to the blogosphere. Yippee! (Don't freak out, I am not a hacker. I owe my blog return to the tiny hot pink post it note stuck to the bottom of my desk drawer...complete with my login info. Phew!)
While I would like to avoid a cheesy paragraph, I feel it necessary to send a shout out of thanks to everyone who read my blog consistently, and most of all for your support and encouragement over the past year. Your kind and loving words, comments, emails, {and hugs} have not gone unnoticed. Please know they helped me smile when all I wanted to do was cry.
Enough of that. Let's get to the good stuff. Life is good. No regrets.
The Holiday blog is back : )
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Checking Out
Hello all...first, let me begin by thanking you for being such awesome blog followers. I know I've been MIA for the past few months, and for those of you who know me, well, I think you understand : )
As we enter a new year I am embracing change. This is a new season of my life and I'm welcoming it with open arms. I am focused on being the very best I can be...for myself, my children, my friends, and for my company. Sure, the fear of the unknown creeps up on me every now and then, but I'm confident I'll figure it out.
I plan to launch a new blog sooner than later...but thought an update was overdue.
I want to wish all of you a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year...here is my inspiration for 2012...
As we enter a new year I am embracing change. This is a new season of my life and I'm welcoming it with open arms. I am focused on being the very best I can be...for myself, my children, my friends, and for my company. Sure, the fear of the unknown creeps up on me every now and then, but I'm confident I'll figure it out.
I plan to launch a new blog sooner than later...but thought an update was overdue.
I want to wish all of you a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year...here is my inspiration for 2012...
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
you are my sunshine
Our sweet little Kennedy recently celebrated the big T-W-O and in lieu of her nonexistent (a.k.a. slacker mom) first birthday party, I thought a proper celebration was overdue. The very first lullaby I ever sang to her was "You Are My Sunshine", so when I stumbled upon this party theme it was love at first sight.
With an August birthday it seemed fitting to host the party at our neighborhood pool pavilion. The space was absolutely perfect- picnic tables, a rustic stone fireplace, ceiling fans to keep the air moving, and best of all, a pool.
Now...for the details...here we go!
Any great party begins with a fabulous invitation...after all, you're setting the tone for the event, so it better be great! I fell in love with this one right away- thank you to loralangdesigns for helping me create the perfect "You Are My Sunshine" invitations!
This picture doesn't do them justice but you get the idea : )
We welcomed our guests with the infamous chalkboard easel...this thing really comes in handy!
(Even Elizabeth helped with the sign...can you tell?)
I borrowed this chalkboard from my friend Kristy- it looked so sweet on the table!
Somehow I managed to keep this party really simple...think hot dogs, hamburgers, chips, and fruit.
You can't have a sunshine themed birthday party without sunflowers! I used small galvanized pails as our table centerpieces and filled them each with a bushel of sunflowers. As a finishing touch, each bucket received a small bouquet of balloons (one yellow, one white, and one gray). Perfect!
It was kind of hard to get a good picture of the entire space...but you get the idea : )
loralangdesigns also created a matching banner that coordinated with our invitations...all I had to do was print and assemble. Thank you Kristy and Amanda for solving my banner-hanging challenge : )
This ribbon plate is one of my all-time favorite purchases. It makes a great decoration for just about any celebration. I love being able to change the ribbon and the message on the plate- so fun!
Just like the invitations, the party favors are a huge deal to me! I love putting the finishing touches on a great party with a fabulous favor. I packaged lemonhead candies in cellophane cones, tied together with yellow ribbon and a favor tag.
I also created a party play list CD with all songs "Sunshine". The CD played during the party and each guest took one home. And of course, no sunshine party is complete without sunglasses! The kids loved these!
I snagged this vintage tea cart last year at an antique store (once again...thank you Kristy, my favorite shopping partner in crime!). This served as our "lemonade stand". Notice the chalkboard detail on the yellow cups- I couldn't believe it when I found these...now that's what I call perfect!
Last but certainly not least, I have recently become obsessed with over-the-top birthday cakes. My friend Lori makes the most incredible cakes and her creative talent is amazing! She and I worked together to come up with this concept...I just love how this turned out!
Best of all...the cake was DELICIOUS! It seemed almost sinful to slice up this beautiful masterpiece, but after a bite (or two...or three...or ten...) you kinda don't care : )
Throughout the party the kids had a blast in the pool- it was a perfect day for a pool party!
The birthday girl herself had zero interest in swimming...all she really wanted to do was play in the ice bucket. Hey, whatever floats your boat, kid. It's your day, you can do whatever you want!
But yes, I'm gonna make you take at least one picture with me!
Happy birthday my sweet little one...you are my SUNSHINE!
Friday, August 5, 2011
Favorite Fridays: Firsts
You know the saying...there's a first time for everything. Whether it be good or bad, happy or sad, lovely or a full blown train wreck...it's true. Having a first is inevitable.
Today is my daughter's first day of preschool. Under normal circumstances I wouldn't be caught up in this, however, this particular school is also where she will most likely attend Kindergarten. So in essence, today might as well be Elizabeth's first day of Kindergarten.
I am totally prepared for a morning filled with butterflies, tears, and flash photography. It's okay. I'll breakdown, have a little moment, and get on with the day. After all, I still have a baby at home.
Or not.
You see, this week I've already experienced a first. My so called "baby" recently made the brave and daring decision to jump ship from her crib. After careful investigation my husband and I agreed- it was time for a bed. Within a few hours the crib was moved, disassembled, and tucked away neatly in the attic...just like that. As if it never existed.
I stood in the doorway, watching my sweet little girl cuddle into her toddler bed, and fought back the tears. This was the first night my baby slept in a bed. Feelings of loveliness and train wreck bombarded my heart, all at the same time. Watching her grow is a beautiful blessing, but it doesn't make it any easier on the heart. It almost made me want to have another baby (key word...almost).
In an effort to embrace the first day of school and the first days of my baby's toddlerhood, I've come to realize something important. If we avoid those "firsts" we can never move on. If we stay where we are and continue to do the same things every day, we will never realize our full potential. And although some firsts might be painful (think first love, followed by first heartbreak)... I'm confident these experiences will lead me to somewhere even better. I want my children to embrace change, challenge themselves, and trust that no matter how old they are (or how heartbroken), they will be just fine. There's a first time for everything.
So instead of running away or dreading these firsts, I'm taking the bull by the horns and hanging on tight. This journey we call life is quite a wild ride.
Today is my daughter's first day of preschool. Under normal circumstances I wouldn't be caught up in this, however, this particular school is also where she will most likely attend Kindergarten. So in essence, today might as well be Elizabeth's first day of Kindergarten.
I am totally prepared for a morning filled with butterflies, tears, and flash photography. It's okay. I'll breakdown, have a little moment, and get on with the day. After all, I still have a baby at home.
Or not.
You see, this week I've already experienced a first. My so called "baby" recently made the brave and daring decision to jump ship from her crib. After careful investigation my husband and I agreed- it was time for a bed. Within a few hours the crib was moved, disassembled, and tucked away neatly in the attic...just like that. As if it never existed.
I stood in the doorway, watching my sweet little girl cuddle into her toddler bed, and fought back the tears. This was the first night my baby slept in a bed. Feelings of loveliness and train wreck bombarded my heart, all at the same time. Watching her grow is a beautiful blessing, but it doesn't make it any easier on the heart. It almost made me want to have another baby (key word...almost).
In an effort to embrace the first day of school and the first days of my baby's toddlerhood, I've come to realize something important. If we avoid those "firsts" we can never move on. If we stay where we are and continue to do the same things every day, we will never realize our full potential. And although some firsts might be painful (think first love, followed by first heartbreak)... I'm confident these experiences will lead me to somewhere even better. I want my children to embrace change, challenge themselves, and trust that no matter how old they are (or how heartbroken), they will be just fine. There's a first time for everything.
So instead of running away or dreading these firsts, I'm taking the bull by the horns and hanging on tight. This journey we call life is quite a wild ride.
Friday, July 29, 2011
Favorite Fridays: Got Sprinkles?
I've never met a person who doesn't like ice cream. Ice cream is one of those go-to desserts that you know will make everyone happy. Pumpkin pie? No thanks. Tiramisu? Pass. Cheesecake? Tempting...but it's not ice cream. Give me an ice cream cone with chocolate sprinkles (yes, I said sprinkles...preferably the chocolate kind), and I'm a happy girl.
You see, grown ups have given up the sprinkles...and I'm here to tell you, you guys are missin' out. The next time you're in ColdStone or Brewsters take a look around- how many adults do you see ordering their ice cream with sprinkles? None. On the flip side, almost every single kid in the place will have their cone or cup drowning in either rainbow or chocolate sprinkles.
People think I'm crazy- my husband just laughs. But the first thing I look for at an ice cream joint is confirmation of chocolate sprinkles. Some people scan the topping bar in search of Reese's or cookie dough...not me : )
I'm gonna go out on a limb and make the assumption that men don't order sprinkles in an effort to maintain their manhood. It's not every day you see a tall, dark, handsome dude enjoying an ice cream cone with sprinkles. Too bad for him.
If you're a sprinkle lover like me then you're aware of the magical sprinkle power. Sprinkles make everything better. Ice cream, cupcakes, cookies, whatever. Chocolate coated waffle cones with sprinkles are definitely a little piece of heaven.
I realize I have just dedicated an entire blog post to sprinkles. But it's okay. They're my favorite.
You see, grown ups have given up the sprinkles...and I'm here to tell you, you guys are missin' out. The next time you're in ColdStone or Brewsters take a look around- how many adults do you see ordering their ice cream with sprinkles? None. On the flip side, almost every single kid in the place will have their cone or cup drowning in either rainbow or chocolate sprinkles.
People think I'm crazy- my husband just laughs. But the first thing I look for at an ice cream joint is confirmation of chocolate sprinkles. Some people scan the topping bar in search of Reese's or cookie dough...not me : )
I'm gonna go out on a limb and make the assumption that men don't order sprinkles in an effort to maintain their manhood. It's not every day you see a tall, dark, handsome dude enjoying an ice cream cone with sprinkles. Too bad for him.
If you're a sprinkle lover like me then you're aware of the magical sprinkle power. Sprinkles make everything better. Ice cream, cupcakes, cookies, whatever. Chocolate coated waffle cones with sprinkles are definitely a little piece of heaven.
I realize I have just dedicated an entire blog post to sprinkles. But it's okay. They're my favorite.
Monday, July 25, 2011
The Pink Bubble
I've been floating around in a pink bubble for the past week, and it's been absolutely divine. Every July Mary Kay hosts their annual Seminar Conference in Dallas, Texas. I've been lucky enough to attend this event for several years, and it just keeps getting better.
Although I am not "in Mary Kay", I do own a company that provides services for Mary Kay Sales Directors (ya know...those Pink Cadillac driving beauties!). My friend Dacia happens to be among the elite, ranking as a top tiered National Sales Director (#5 in Emerald Division to be exact...AMAZING!) She is the epitome of a Mary Kay Rock Star. What I love most about this girl is her ability to motivate and inspire others, and in turn these women continue to pass it on.
Seminar is a time where everyone comes together for motivation, inspiration, and best of all, recognition (hello, DIAMONDS!) Being able to celebrate my clients, cheer them on, and spend a little quality time with friends is just what I needed. Besides, it was the perfect excuse to throw on a little more lipstick than usual, bling out with some sparkles, and wear a killer black dress (or two). What more could a girl possibly ask for?
It's Monday morning and although my to-do list is a mile long I know one thing for sure...I'm gonna bask in the haze of the pink bubble for as long as I can. I think these girls are on to something.
Although I am not "in Mary Kay", I do own a company that provides services for Mary Kay Sales Directors (ya know...those Pink Cadillac driving beauties!). My friend Dacia happens to be among the elite, ranking as a top tiered National Sales Director (#5 in Emerald Division to be exact...AMAZING!) She is the epitome of a Mary Kay Rock Star. What I love most about this girl is her ability to motivate and inspire others, and in turn these women continue to pass it on.
Seminar is a time where everyone comes together for motivation, inspiration, and best of all, recognition (hello, DIAMONDS!) Being able to celebrate my clients, cheer them on, and spend a little quality time with friends is just what I needed. Besides, it was the perfect excuse to throw on a little more lipstick than usual, bling out with some sparkles, and wear a killer black dress (or two). What more could a girl possibly ask for?
It's Monday morning and although my to-do list is a mile long I know one thing for sure...I'm gonna bask in the haze of the pink bubble for as long as I can. I think these girls are on to something.
Friday, July 15, 2011
Favorite Fridays: Kaylie
Today is the day. It's really here. My amazing assistant of 5 years is moving on to bigger and better things, following her dreams and conquering the world of High School Spanish classes.
Kaylie has been a part of my life for so long, I can't even begin to think of how things will be without her. When I interviewed her I had just found out I was pregnant, and I could barely remember anything...not to mention keep my breakfast down. Within a few weeks she was finishing my sentences, and delivering Coke products on an as-needed basis. Kaylie was here the day we brought our first baby home from the hospital...she witnessed all of the newborn madness, from breastfeeding to pumping to changing diapers and walking around the house like a zombie, Kaylie was there.
Kaylie was our very first babysitter. I will never forget the night my husband called her and begged her to come rescue us. Within an hour she was pushing us out the door, assuring us everything would be fine. She was right.
I could go on and on for days about how amazing she has been, not only to me, but to my company, and also to my family...here come the tears. She will always be a part of us, and I know I will always be able to count on her. It's not every day you meet someone like her. Someone who will drop what they're doing to come and help you, or put in the effort to make something GREAT, not just good.
She has become more than just an employee to me, she is truly a friend, and I will treasure her forever.
So I dedicate this Favorite Friday post to my favorite assistant, friend, confidant and cheerleader (not to mention my brain on several occasions). Thank you for FIVE amazing years- we have been through so much together and I am so incredibly proud of you. Thank you for my endless checklists, organized computer files and an office full of memories...I am forever grateful to you.
Kaylie has been a part of my life for so long, I can't even begin to think of how things will be without her. When I interviewed her I had just found out I was pregnant, and I could barely remember anything...not to mention keep my breakfast down. Within a few weeks she was finishing my sentences, and delivering Coke products on an as-needed basis. Kaylie was here the day we brought our first baby home from the hospital...she witnessed all of the newborn madness, from breastfeeding to pumping to changing diapers and walking around the house like a zombie, Kaylie was there.
Kaylie was our very first babysitter. I will never forget the night my husband called her and begged her to come rescue us. Within an hour she was pushing us out the door, assuring us everything would be fine. She was right.
I could go on and on for days about how amazing she has been, not only to me, but to my company, and also to my family...here come the tears. She will always be a part of us, and I know I will always be able to count on her. It's not every day you meet someone like her. Someone who will drop what they're doing to come and help you, or put in the effort to make something GREAT, not just good.
She has become more than just an employee to me, she is truly a friend, and I will treasure her forever.
So I dedicate this Favorite Friday post to my favorite assistant, friend, confidant and cheerleader (not to mention my brain on several occasions). Thank you for FIVE amazing years- we have been through so much together and I am so incredibly proud of you. Thank you for my endless checklists, organized computer files and an office full of memories...I am forever grateful to you.
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
25 Things You Don't Know About Me (or maybe you do?)
During a random cleaning binge last week I stumbled upon a pile of old magazines. Blog inspiration hit while flipping through an outdated issue of US Weekly Magazine.
25 Things You Don't Know About Me: Paris Hilton
Sure, I'm not Paris Hilton. And I doubt the masses will really care much about what I have to say. But for those of you who want a little window into the real me, here we go.
- I grew up in a small fishing town just outside of Boston (Gloucester, MA). It's the home of Gorton's Fish Sticks. The book/movie "The Perfect Storm" was based on the true story of real Gloucester Fishermen. The movie was also filmed there.
- I used to be a tomboy. Big time. In 5th grade I was the pitcher for an all-boys little league team
- My favorite food is pizza.
- I love to make lists...I write every little thing down, just so I can scratch it off the list. It makes me feel accomplished.
- Singing and performing on a stage is one of my favorite things to do. Ever.
- I never knew how much I could love someone until I had a baby. And then I had another one.
- I am an obsessive compulsive flosser. My dentist loves me.
- I enjoy reading books but I never finish them. It doesn't matter how far into it I get, I never ever finish a book.
- Frogs totally freak me out. I will do anything and everything to avoid an encounter with a frog.
- I used to be an elementary school teacher. My colleagues and students taught me so much- I am forever grateful.
- Skydiving in New Zealand (or somewhere comparable) is on my bucket list.
- I auditioned for the Mickey Mouse Club and didn't make the cut (obviously). My friend A.J. McClean did, though. (Yes, the AJ McClean from the Backstreet Boys).
- I have a slight celebrity obsession with Britney Spears. I'm pretty sure she stole what should have been my spot on the Mickey Mouse Club. One day she and I will discuss this : )
- I never drank coffee until I had kids. Now I can't wake up without it.
- I love to ski- especially spring skiing in Utah.
- The sound of the ocean puts me to sleep. I especially love hearing waves hit the side of a boat at night.
- My favorite shoes are flip flops. And I never leave the house without sunglasses.
- Being creative and thoughtful when choosing a gift for someone makes me happy. I never just buy something for someone just to buy it. There's always a reason behind it.
- Photography fascinates me. A good picture of a treasured memory is priceless.
- One day I would love to write a book. Lord knows I have plenty of stories to tell.
- I used to be a competitive swimmer.
- The Money Pit is one of my all-time favorite movies.
- I absolutely despise pink powdered soap. If this is the only option for washing my hands in a public place, I will take my chances.
- I'm a lefty, I love any and every shade of blue, and ice cream is a weakness
- I absolutely love surprises...but only the good kind : )
Friday, July 1, 2011
Favorite Fridays: The Extra Mile
As you all know I am definitely one of the most inconsistent bloggers in the blogosphere. But rest assured that no matter what, I will eventually resurface with a post. This time it happened to take a month...but today I'm back : )
As a wife, mother, teacher, volunteer and business owner, I have collected various "secrets of success" over the years. I think one of the greatest lessons I've learned is the value of going the extra mile. It really doesn't matter what you do, but taking the time and making the effort is what makes good GREAT.
I am abundantly blessed to be surrounded with people who continuously go the extra mile. I watch my clients achieve excellence, breaking records and belief barriers...all because they've gone the extra mile. I see mothers go the extra mile with their families- sacrificing personal wants and needs for the benefit of their children. Teachers, who stay past the last bell rings, to sit with a student and explain the lesson...for the 5th time.
And let's not forget those friends who go the extra mile. You know who they are. Not only do they send you a happy birthday text message, but they take the time to call you, or better yet, send you a card a few days in advance. Instead of talking about themselves, they ask about you.
In my business I do what I can to accommodate special requests, even if it means I work a little later, or profit a little less. And because I do this for others, I am blessed in return. I have also been lucky enough to work with people who return the favor. Just last week my rock star accountant took the time to write out step by step instructions for my assistant in linking QuickBooks to my business accounts and credit cards. Blah blah blah. This is Chinese to me. Sure, he could have invoiced me for his time, or sent me to an online tutorial, but instead he went the extra mile. This is what makes him a rock star (looking for a good one? Let me know...if you're lucky I might share him with you =)! ).
This post isn't intended as a business plug, or a special shout out to friends, but rather a gentle reminder that going the extra mile, in whatever you do, really makes a difference. Don't be good. Be GREAT. This is my mantra...at least for today.
As a wife, mother, teacher, volunteer and business owner, I have collected various "secrets of success" over the years. I think one of the greatest lessons I've learned is the value of going the extra mile. It really doesn't matter what you do, but taking the time and making the effort is what makes good GREAT.
I am abundantly blessed to be surrounded with people who continuously go the extra mile. I watch my clients achieve excellence, breaking records and belief barriers...all because they've gone the extra mile. I see mothers go the extra mile with their families- sacrificing personal wants and needs for the benefit of their children. Teachers, who stay past the last bell rings, to sit with a student and explain the lesson...for the 5th time.
And let's not forget those friends who go the extra mile. You know who they are. Not only do they send you a happy birthday text message, but they take the time to call you, or better yet, send you a card a few days in advance. Instead of talking about themselves, they ask about you.
In my business I do what I can to accommodate special requests, even if it means I work a little later, or profit a little less. And because I do this for others, I am blessed in return. I have also been lucky enough to work with people who return the favor. Just last week my rock star accountant took the time to write out step by step instructions for my assistant in linking QuickBooks to my business accounts and credit cards. Blah blah blah. This is Chinese to me. Sure, he could have invoiced me for his time, or sent me to an online tutorial, but instead he went the extra mile. This is what makes him a rock star (looking for a good one? Let me know...if you're lucky I might share him with you =)! ).
This post isn't intended as a business plug, or a special shout out to friends, but rather a gentle reminder that going the extra mile, in whatever you do, really makes a difference. Don't be good. Be GREAT. This is my mantra...at least for today.
Friday, June 3, 2011
Friday Favorite: Summertime
As soon as I decided to dedicate each Friday's post to a favorite thing, I knew this would be a routine I could stick to. Finding things I love is easy. I'm surrounded by them.
Of course, this is only my second Favorite Friday post, and I've gotta admit...this week there were several front runners. Then it hit me. All of my favorite ideas for this week had one common theme: Summertime.
When I think of summer so many favorite memories come flooding back to me. Warm sunshine and the smell of sunscreen. Popsicles and ice cream cones. Campfires, canoes and sleeping bags. Beach chairs, flip flops, sand-filled bathing suits. Hotdogs and hamburgers cooking on the grill. Friends, family, sleepovers and movie nights. Falling asleep the second your head hits the pillow, just because you're that tired.
While scrolling through my iphone pics, I came across a few from last summer. I can't believe how much my girls have grown and changed this year.
Of course, this is only my second Favorite Friday post, and I've gotta admit...this week there were several front runners. Then it hit me. All of my favorite ideas for this week had one common theme: Summertime.
When I think of summer so many favorite memories come flooding back to me. Warm sunshine and the smell of sunscreen. Popsicles and ice cream cones. Campfires, canoes and sleeping bags. Beach chairs, flip flops, sand-filled bathing suits. Hotdogs and hamburgers cooking on the grill. Friends, family, sleepovers and movie nights. Falling asleep the second your head hits the pillow, just because you're that tired.
While scrolling through my iphone pics, I came across a few from last summer. I can't believe how much my girls have grown and changed this year.
backyard swimming...redneck style
poolside glamour...sporting the chubby leg rolls!
there's nothing like a good old fashioned ice cream cone with sprinkles
By creating these experiences and memories for my children, I'm able to relive them myself. So if we go to bed a little late or swap our turkey sandwiches for popsicles, it's gonna be okay. After all, they don't call it sweet summertime for nothin'. Definitely one of my favorites.
Friday, May 27, 2011
Favorite Fridays
Hello gang...well, it's Friday again and I am excited to write my first "Favorite Friday" blog post. I'm totally ripping this idea off from a friend, but we all know imitation is the finest form of flattery.
So here we go---in my finest "Oprah's favorite things" voice...my very first Favorite Friday post is dedicated to the one and only...
So here we go---in my finest "Oprah's favorite things" voice...my very first Favorite Friday post is dedicated to the one and only...
Hello, gorgeous...
I do believe this is love at first sight...
I walked into the Apple store last week on a whim, and walked out with this beautiful display of perfection. From the minute I stepped foot on the sales floor I knew I was doomed. My poor bank account just didn't stand a chance. It was almost as if the skies opened up, and for a brief second I could hear angels singing.
I checked in at the front of the store, and was then released to play with the gadgets. After breathing the apple air for a few minutes, I was greeted by a super cool geek (oxymoron, for sure, but he was actually kinda cool). Thirty minutes later I was congratulated with a wild round of applause, followed by the presentation of a gorgeous white box. From there, I was redirected to the registration station and welcomed by a team of geeks. "Mac virgin" was the term they had given me...and this was, in essence, my wedding night.
It was pretty fabulous, I'm not gonna lie. There were a few other "virgins" at the table and together we celebrated in our newfound mac glory. All it took were a few clicks, downloads, and I was on my way home.
It's been a week since I brought her home, and I must say, she is simply fabulous. I know she's got a lot of tricks up her sleeve, but like all marriages, it takes time to figure each other out ; )
So there you have it...my very first favorite Friday post. If you're reading this from your mac, then I know you get it. If not, well, it's time to make a trip to the Apple store.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Class of 2011
Many of you know I used to be an elementary school teacher. During my first year in the classroom I fell in love with a group of seven year-olds and vowed I had found my lifelong calling as a second grade teacher.
After a year of second grade bliss our Principal came to me with a proposal. She asked me if I would give fifth grade a shot for the following year, and if I hated it, I could have my second grade classroom back. I'm always up for a challenge, so I took her up on her offer.
I would be lying if I said it were easy. It wasn't. But there's a saying in life about a silver lining...and, well, with that fifth grade class I certainly found the silver lining in the form of a few really great kids.
These kids and their families have truly made a difference in my life. Over the years they have participated in my wedding (my 5th grade room mom even caught my bouquet!), showered me with baby gifts, and remained in touch with me (gotta love Facebook).
Here's the kicker. These kids are not kids anymore. In fact, they are High School Seniors...preparing to graduate and head off to college.
I fought back tears of joy when I received this beautiful announcement in the mail:
Corey and I attended their graduation party on Saturday and all I have to say is WOW. I am so proud of you- Ellie, Jake, Mackensie, and all of my other former students! You have made this [former] fifth grade teacher super proud : )
After a year of second grade bliss our Principal came to me with a proposal. She asked me if I would give fifth grade a shot for the following year, and if I hated it, I could have my second grade classroom back. I'm always up for a challenge, so I took her up on her offer.
I would be lying if I said it were easy. It wasn't. But there's a saying in life about a silver lining...and, well, with that fifth grade class I certainly found the silver lining in the form of a few really great kids.
These kids and their families have truly made a difference in my life. Over the years they have participated in my wedding (my 5th grade room mom even caught my bouquet!), showered me with baby gifts, and remained in touch with me (gotta love Facebook).
Here's the kicker. These kids are not kids anymore. In fact, they are High School Seniors...preparing to graduate and head off to college.
I fought back tears of joy when I received this beautiful announcement in the mail:
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