A New ‘Most Embarrassing Moment’

I woke up the other day, needing some “Me” time.
So, last week, I grabbed a babysitter and set out for a girl’s day out.  We shopped, had pedicures and ate lunch.
At Cracker Barrel.  Because we’re Southern.  And because there’s sweet tea.
I had a Veggie platter.  Don’t applaud my healthy choice.  My veggies were deep fried.
We were simply stuffed full of southern fried goodness, but we couldn’t pass up the dessert of the day.
The waitress brought this out.  With multiple spoons:
I know.  I had the same response.
We giggled like silly girls when she dropped this off at the table.  
I love sweets.  I, mean, love them.  Even when I’m dieting, I buy all the Weight Watcher’s desserts because I-must-have-sugar.  It’s an autoimmune disorder and I’m seeking medical attention. 
Let me just say.  Treat yourself.  Find the nearest Cracker Barrel now.  Drive 149.3 miles, if you must.  
This strawberry shortcake was divine.
When I took the first bite, an explosion-of-sorts, happened in my brain.
And I let out a noise.
It sounded strangely like a moan.

Oh, yes.  I did.

Well.  We laughed.
And, I ate more.
The waitress came over.  Put her hand on my shoulder.
She gave me a knowing smile and said, “Moan if you must.”
Oh, yes.  She did.
I licked the platter clean, picked up my babies and decided I need to have a girl’s day out more often.  
Giggles, shortcake, and all.
For more great me moments, visit Tammy at My Life.

Sometimes We Just Need a Lift

Psalm 40:2
He 
lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; he set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand.


Thank you God for helping me out of the muck of my own making.  I get in sticky places often and You set my feet on stable ground.

Make an Impact

I’ve been in the bloggy world for less than a year.

I loitered for a long time.  I bookmarked 3 or 4 blogs and I read them faithfully every day.
The blogs were popular Mom blogs.  I remember thinking, “Hmmm, this person has 97 comments today. Do they really care what I will think?”
And then one day, I was so moved, I couldn’t help myself.
I dipped my toe in and left a comment.
At some point, I actually had enough courage to open my own blog for comments.  I’m so glad I did.
I’ve noticed a hierarchy in the blog world.  I’m sure you have too.
The huge traffic-gobbling mom blogs set the trends.  They offer amazing giveaways, write great posts and well, they deserve to be at the top. It doesn’t take a good blog long to become a shining star.  A few of my favorite reads are at the tippy top.  And I leave them comments on a regular basis.
Because they impact me.

I think my heart would stop beating for a millisecond if they left a comment on my blog.  I’m a small fish in their great big e-pond.
I’ve grown my own small collection of readers (You-whoooI love you-see I’m waving frantically!!).  I don’t know what my blog will become.  This may be it.  And that’s okay, because I like myself.  I’m nice that way.
But I discovered something the other day.  As I hovered over my sitemeter results, I recognized a blog that kept resurfacing.  I thought the name was catchy and I had a spare minute, so I visited.  It was a cute little blog and I left a comment on the post she’d written.
About 4 seconds later, I got a new comment on my blog that went something like this, “OMG!  I can’t believe YOU left a comment on MY blog. I visit you every day and you inspire me.  It means so much that you left a comment for me. I’ve always wanted to leave one for you, but I didn’t think . . . Thanks so much . . . . “
I impacted her.
Well.
I was shocked.  This person saw me as a big mom blogger.  I didn’t exactly correct her.  She was a small fish (or so she felt) in my e-pond.
It just made me want to give my best to my blog.  I’ve been tempted to rant, vent and spew about life’s little upsets.  I’ve tried to refrain because this is not an anonymous blog and that is not my purpose for blogging.  I don’t want to make an negative impact.  Ever.
You may have certain goals for your blog or it may be a helpful outlet to you. Whatever the reason, people are reading your words, whether you know it by their comments or not.  
So, blog well. 
Because you are impacting others.


Food for the Soul:
Psalm 19:14 “May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight, O LORD, my Rock and my Redeemer.”

Just Keeping It Real!

Every once in awhile, I get the impression from some of the comments left on my blog that people think I ‘have it together.’  
Excuse me.
I was just guffawing.  Because that is funny.
Now, there are fleeting moments of peace and complete sanity.  They are usually late at night. When the children are fast asleep.
But during the day?  When there are little people awake, calling me Mom?  Well.  Anything can happen.
Like yesterday.
I woke up in a fine mood.  It lasted for about 9 minutes.  And then the toddler woke up.
My normally happy girl had morphed into a strong-willed, temper-tantrum-throwing beast. For several hours, I did every thing to appease.  I offered snacks, pulled out toys, read books, took her temperature-  Nothing worked.  
I watched the clock and wished for nap time.  It was 11 a.m.  I couldn’t stand one more minute of it.
And so, I strapped her flailing arms and legs into her car seat.  Grabbed my favorite book. Turned on a Baby Einstein movie in the car and drove to Taco Bell.  I ate until I felt ill, read my book while she watched TV and stayed there until it was nearly nap time.

Just keeping it real.

Sincerely ‘Fro Me to You- Miniature Brides

Welcome to this week’s Sincerely ‘Fro Me to You Carnival. If you want to join in, you can read the guidelines here
I grew up going to church.  The same church my entire childhood.
It was average size, but small enough where everyone knew everyone else’s business. 
My sister and I were the only set of twins in the church.   And of course, this was before multiples and fertility drugs were so common. 
So, we were special.  (At least we thought so.)
The youth pastor and the pastor’s daughter decided to marry.  They were special and so they needed something special for their special wedding.  
I’ll never forget the day my sister and I were asked to be in their huge wedding.  We were going to be miniature brides.  Because we were special.
The bride ordered our matching dresses, miniature replicas of her dress.  I remember they were $100 each, a small fortune even now.
Even with  my ‘fro, I felt like a wedding cake topper:  Perfect.  
We were a hit at the wedding.  So much so, that we became the hottest wedding accessory!  Everyone asked us to be in their wedding.  I mean, if one is cute, two is adorable!
And, we already had the adorable mini bride dresses!  See?  We were asked again and again!
Sincerely,
‘Fro Me
Show me what you got!

The Horror That Lies Within

My mini-van is like our mobile home.

We eat, sleep, watch movies, travel, communicate, make decisions-and much more, in our home-away-from-home.
We are going to Grandpa and Grandma’s farm for Memorial Day.
It is time to clean out the van.  You didn’t see it, but I just shuttered.
I will spare you pictures.  Because dried food and nastiness is so easy to visualize, isn’t it? You’ve got a mental picture, right now.  See?  
You’re welcome.
Here’s what I cleaned out of my vehicle:
  • Portable high chair, featuring 4 dried food varieties
  • 2 Hot Wheels cars
  • a McDonald’s Happy Meal treasure
  • 3 pictures of my first-born, from 3 years ago
  • 19 cheerios
  • 8 goldfish crackers
  • numerous candy wrappers
  • pieces of a popped balloon
  • 2 books
  • one clean diaper
  • one pair of underwear (none of your business who’s)
  • a dirty sock
  • 4 hair clippies
  • one hair bow
  • an empty Capri Sun
  • a dried-up strawberry fruit snack
  • 5 game pieces from travel monopoly
  • one french fry from 2004
  • 1,000,000 crumbs
To read about other disgusting things found in people’s cars, so you don’t feel so alone and ashamed, visit Rocks in My Dryer for her What’s in Your Car Carnival?

It’s Almost Summer and I Have Anxiety Zones

This week it hit 95 degrees. Yes, you read that correctly. 95, as in 5 away from 100.
It was hot.
My kids started their annual campaign to go swimming. Of course, the community pools aren’t open yet. Like that matters. They just started talking about it, planning, dreaming . . . it is the way God created them.
I find this amusing.

God created babies to grow in the tummies of Mommies. These babies love water. These Mommies have to squeeze their tummies into swimming attire to accompany their babies. In the water. Can you see the sick cycle?

Oh, yes, my friends, our God has a sense of humor. HE does.
I love this time of the year. It makes me feel frisky. But not enough to get half-naked on purpose
Nope, I just don’t see that desire in this post-baby body.
And so, call the prayer chain, please, because I started to bathing suit shop. Three-way mirrors and all.
I have one word for you: D-E-S-P-A-I-R. (Guess where all that winter sweet tea went?)
It was so discouraging, I turned to the internet and decided to shop online.  Because, the three-way mirrors can’t mock me there.
And I found a friend at Land’s End dot com. I saw words like, “anxiety zones, petite plus, tummy control, all over control” and I felt safe. Secure. At home.
Land’s End introduced me to this amazing lady.
Her name is Virtual Model. And she is helpful, indeed.
You can enter your, um, personal data and your virtual body appears. Land’s End is kind enough to pick out swimsuits that will look nice on your virtual-ness. Not one bikini appeared in my choices. They are nice that way.
Before I entered my actual, rather depressing, measurements, I decided to enhance my figure. I just made a few small changes to my height, weight, age, and lips. Oh, and I grew my hair out. Because I could.
Here is the pretend me:
I’m pretty hot, huh?
And yes, the bikini popped up in my virtual closet, so I decided to live a little.
Back to reality, ’cause I really do need a swimsuit for all that swimming my kids plan to do in a couple of weeks.
Here’s my virtual body. I’m going with black (that’s pretty much all the choices I was given because it’s slimming). But, I think it will work.
So, go on, and try it. It is almost summer, you know!

Virtual swimsuit shopping works for me.  Visit Works for Me Wednesday to see what works for everyone else.

And, I have an amazing giveaway going on right now.  Click here, leave a comment and you’ll have a chance to win a gorgeous custom charm bracelet valued at $60!
*Update*  To use Land’s End’s Virtual Model, Pick a suit and click try it on to get to the virtual model.