Monday, June 28, 2010

A Hot Mess


On Sunday.

A culmination of many stresses that have been stuffed down deep came spewing to the surface Sunday. I stuffed them there because I have this incredible sense of...

  • independence that says to me..."you will eventually figure it all out with enough time and there is no need to talk about it with anyone. Besides, you'll just end up blowing things out of proportion and unnecessarily dragging someone into drama that does not need it."

  • fear that says..."if you do have a valid concern then there is a possibility that you might have to face a world of hurt, honey. Are you ready for that right now?" or "what if you bring up some irrational thought or idea that was potentially hormonally induced because of this 'woman brain' you have and you end up looking like a complete idiot?"

  • insecurity that makes me feel like I am going to be a total disappointment to anyone I approach with my seemingly trivial stresses in this big, bad world of pain and suffering.
So guess what happened?

I couldn't hold it in anymore and I ended up a blubbering idiot about my own irrational ideas that I had blown completely out of proportion in my own mind which were in the grand scheme of things, trivial indeed!

Stinks when that happens. Downright. Nasty.

Here's to a new week with a fresh start, my friends.

Leaving the Hot Mess behind,

Friday, June 18, 2010

Friday Love

Today I'm glad it's Friday because...

1. Tomorrow I do not have to wake up to an alarm. Although, I will. I just know I don't have to and that makes it so much sweeter.

2. My most handsome boy comes home today from being gone for the week to ther ultimate adventure known as Beach Retreat. You can check out some of what he's been up to here.  Seriously, my summer camps were never like that. Ever. Not even my weeks at Forst Glen for GA Camp or Mt. Carmel. But, those are posts for another day. DISCLAIMER: Those websites do not do justice to the "roughing" it we did over 20 years ago. YIKES! That sounds like a loooong time ago.

3. My to do list for today isn't too long.

4. I'm looking forward to a Sunday dinner for the Pops in honor of Father's Day and spending sweet time with family and friends. Besides, there is major food involved with these plans. How can one not hold a special place in their heart for a scrumptious meal prepared with Dad in mind? Meat, potatoes, and something sweet to top it off. mouth is watering already and my waist line is screaming!

Lovin' It,

Monday, June 14, 2010

Dear Babies,

Dear Babies,

Thanks for being so adorable.  Even in utero. Your sweet little black and white profile melts my heart and leaves me longing to pinch your sweet little toes soon.
(Polly Belle scheduled to make her debut in August.)

And thank you for having such an adorable little nose and fat cheeks and for being all cuddly and warm.
Brylie's debut 6/14

But, let me give you a stern warning about how you make my womb ache. Seriously. You must stop that. Now.

Much love,

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

2010 Summer Bucket List

run barefoot through sprinklers | spend a day or two on the beach with my toes in the sand, the breeze in my hair and a good book in my hand | sip on fresh squeezed lemonade | go to an outdoor concert | sing louder | make homemade ice cream | smell the fresh cut grass | climb a tree | watch fireworks and play with sparklers | kiss under the stars | dip my toes in the pool | visit the farmers market often | go to a festival or fair and eat funnel cake | take the dog for a run | make a dinner entirely of fresh veggies from the farmers market | wear cowboy boots with a cute summer dress | ride the masterblaster at schlitterbahn at least 5 times in one day | do more living | take a boat ride | go fishing with my dad and son | go for a long hike in a beautiful place | hold hands with someone special | watch an outdoor movie | go to a baseball game and eat hotdogs | eat something new and unexpected | wear out a pair of flip flops | rid my house unnecessary junk and have a garage sale | go shopping for new unnecessary junk at as many flea markets as possible | drive with the windows down and sing at the top of my lungs | give more love | do cartwheels on the beach | eat popsicles | fly a kite

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Catching up...again

Blog neglect. That's what it is. Plain and simple. I've put you on the backburner and I need to apologize. Grovel, in fact. On. my. knees.
Oh loyal sweet community of five, can you please find a way in your heart to forgive me?

I'm feeling as if we have this conversation frequently.

Without further ado, let's just catch up a little, shall we?

This somewhat asmathic boy wasn't feeling well one day, so we made a trip to see our favorite pediatrician.

...and on the way out of the office, he spied this winged, talonned, and injured predatory bird that captured his heart. Captured. his. heart. After begging for a chance at rescuing the winged, talloned, injured creature we spent no less than an hour tracking down a rescue group, gathering supplies for subduing and transporting the bird, and attempting to lure the sweet little thing into the makeshift crate. Only to be mesmerized by his beauty and grace as he flew to the tallest branch of a nearby tree.

Apparently, as the sweet lady from the rescue explained, he may have just been a little shell shocked from flying directly into a paned window moments before we came upon him. But, rest assured he would be just fine.

It's crawfish season, y'all. Spicy, tasty, juicy mud bugs, ready for the eatin'.

And there is no better date night, than crawfish and pool with a 13 year old boy.

He's a shark. Don't ever let him fool you. He'll leave you high and dry. Except maybe when he's had a cold beer or two. Oh, wait. That's me.

This insanely good looking group made their way to a local carnival in hopes of fidning some quality entertainment on pieces of equipment that are taken down, put together, taken down and put together again, taken down; put together (you get the idea) and moved from location to location by the most qualified of all traveling carnival peoples you have ever met. Don't let the fact that they are missing a few teeth fool you. They are absolutely the most proficient ride putter-togetherers you will ever come across. 

Does he meet the height requirement?


We even put our lives in their hands on this one. Call me crazy, but it was all kinds of fun. I promise.

But this. This was pure heaven. Melt in your mouth goodness. Good thing I made it through that ride without meeting my sweet Jesus so I could savor one more of these in my lifetime. 

A road trip ensued that entailed much in the way of laughter, good tunes, wine, food, and navigational assistance of all sorts. Plus a little dancing in the streets. No road trip is complete without that.
Now go forth and dance in the streets. It's an exhilerating experience that you will never forget. Imagine the possibilities if everyone just stopped occasionally and danced in the street?