i ran for her

Several months back, I got myself in trouble. Well, at the time I probably wasn’t in trouble but now that several months have passed, I’m feeling like I’m in trouble. See, a couple of my mom friends are uber-crazy runner people. And I don’t use terms like ‘uber-crazy’ lightly. We’re all ‘friends’ on Fitbit and when I compare my weekly step count to theirs, well … let’s just say I feel like a lahoo-saher. And then I don’t want to be ‘friends’ with them anymore. Yet, I continue to wear my Fitbit so I can dream about keeping up. Continue reading

from the inside out

I spent a good number of hours yesterday sorting and organizing things in a utility room in my basement. I would call the room a closet but it feels as though half of the lower level is made up of this room that houses the furnace and other important make-the-place-function things. I would be far underselling my efforts if I just called it a ‘closet.’  Continue reading

perception is only skin deep

I watched her get out of the vehicle as we jumped into ours. I had just shut my door and she was exiting the passenger side. What struck me first was that she had a gigantic sucker in her mouth. The way it was positioned was, honestly, not flattering. But, that was really my last thought.  Continue reading

freedom isn’t free

One more celebration of our nation’s independence is in the books. I blogged about oohing and aahing over several fireworks displays and enjoying a small-town parade. But, it was a conversation I had with an old friend today that reminded me again about why freedom is worth celebrating.  Continue reading

a little before and after


Let me start by saying … I am not a fan of “selfies”. For those who are not all up to speed on the kids’ lingo, Urban Dictionary defines a selfy (why yes, there is a plural and singular version of this made-up word) as follows: A strange phenomenon in which the photographer is also the subject of the photograph, in a subversive twist on the traditional understanding of the photograph. Usually conducted because the subject cannot locate a suitable photographer to take the photo, like a friend.

Basically, I didn’t have anyone to take a photo. Like a friend. At the moment. Well, I have friends. I think. Continue reading

the power of the side part

I have very long, very straight hair. Close friends and family know that it’s also very painful for me to consider cutting my hair. I’m thankful to have donated my hair to charity a couple of times, but even on those visits I ensured that the stylist kept to the absolute minimum to enable the donation.

I did get a cut earlier this summer (oh wait, I was supposed to preface all of this with, “don’t judge me.”) when people started calling me Rapunzel. It had been a year (or so-ish) since I last let scissors touch my locks. A reminder: don’t judge me.

Anyway, I was running behind Monday morning and couldn’t curl my hair. I usually try to put some curls in it to give it a little boost because my hair? Is very straight. Instead, I took my brush and found some hair just left of my normal center part. Long. Straight. Center. Trendsetter much? In a burst of courage, I took that hair and pulled it over and behind my ear. Voila. I had a side part.

I really thought nothing of it. To be honest, I don’t spend a lot of time looking in the mirror. It’s just … better that way. Anyway, I got to work and a friend commented that she liked it (I also learned in that conversation she didn’t know i typically curl my hair. The horror!).

I did it again Tuesday.

Then, I did it again today. And I curled. And it was like the floodgates of compliments opened. Several co-workers mentioned they liked it. I think one may have even said I looked pretty. Or maybe they said silly and I wanted to hear pretty … regardless, I really appreciated the positive feedback. When you really only live with a six year old, the “you look pretty” comments don’t abound. Actually, if I throw on workout clothes, Connor tells me I look hot. *sigh*

The truth is, the whole side part story is just really a ploy for me to ask that you make the effort to say something kind to someone tomorrow. I almost literally tear up every time I look at my news feed on Facebook or when I watch the news because of the junk that’s happening. Today, I read that a dear friend almost lost someone to a suicide attempt. It makes me so sad. But what if we all just spent a little bit more time encouraging each other? I think it would help; I really do.

I know that I spend a lot of time making sarcastic comments. It’s how I roll. But I also try to make sure people know I care about them. Because I do. I care so much that it hurts sometimes. And that’s the God’s honest truth. So, again, I’m asking you to do the same. Just say something nice. Help a friend. Hug someone. Encourage someone just to keep going. Because the fact that you took a moment to care may just save that person’s life. You never know. But, what I do know is that I’ll likely be parting my hair to the side more often.

addition and subtraction

Connor and I finished up our addition flash cards the other night and I couldn’t help but beam with pride at my boy who’s quite adept at math. I’ve mentioned it before but he just has a way with numbers … adding, subtracting, even some simple multiplication.

It got me thinking. There are things in life that need to be added and those that need to be subtracted. For some, that list is pretty small. They are in balance. For me, the list gets longer. I’m still much, much too hard on myself and I get frustrated when I feel like I know what I need to have more of and alternatively, less of, but I just.can’t.do.it.  Continue reading