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Announcing The Month of 30: From Child to Mother

Hello readers!  If you have been paying attention to Facebook the past day or so, you know that I am supposed to be announcing something BIG today. If you have no idea what is going on, click here to join our community so you can stay up-to-date on all the happening's with the blog.  It will be worth it!

So, without further adieu, I would like to announce a new series on the blog for the month of April!


Here's the deal:  I am turning 30 on April 18th. Yep, that's right.  30.  I am going to embrace it.  I am not "29 and holding" nor will I stop telling people my age nor will I run out to the nearest teenager store and start cramming my post child body into skinny jeans that I can't even get over my butt.  I will be 30.  It's a milestone.  It's important.  It means I have thirty years of life under my belt and damn it, some of those were some rough years.  It's time to celebrate them, embrace them, and live my next thirty years out loud!

I wanted to share with all of you where I have been, what I have accomplished, and what I have learned on my adventure to 30.  I want to erase the stigma of 30.  I have discovered that, especially in women, 30 causes them to freak out.  It's a number, girls.  It really is.  That's it.  When you turn thirty, it means you have survived thirty years of what life has thrown at you.  Pat yourself on the back, embrace it, celebrate it ; don't run and hide.  

Starting April 1st, my readers are going to start seeing me peel away layers of myself and displaying them on the blog, for all the world to see.  Don't get me wrong, I am a little nervous, but I am excited at the same time.  I am going to talk about things that I keep close to my chest because I want to revel in what I have accomplished, what I have learned, and enter 30 to learn new things, face new things, and live my life.

Here is the breakdown for the next month:



In addition to my lists, (which will be chock full of things that some may not even know or realize about me) there will be posts and photos chronicling my last thirty years.  I am also going to talk about my dreams for the future and the husband and I's one year wedding anniversary on April 14th. 

If you really want to know the person behind this blog, pay attention to Facebook as I will be announcing new posts to the blog, photos from the past, and giving you all kinds of information to make you say, "So that's why she is the way she is!" HA! 

Mark your calendar's for April 1st, set an alarm on your phone, write it on a Post-It Note and stick it on your fridge; whatever you have to do to remember to come here every week and read, do it!  It is going to be something spectacular, I assure you! 

I am very excited for our journey to start!  Have a great Thursday everyone!

Until next time,

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The A to Z of Now

Last week, Shawn from Awesomely Awake posted an A to Z Now list and when I read it, I thought it was a pretty good idea.  She borrowed the idea and then encouraged all of her reader's to make their own list.  I think it is a good way to center ourselves in our busy, day-to-day lives.  So, without further adieu, here is my  A to Z Now list:

April. Next month is going to be a lovely, exciting month on the blog and in our home.  I am really looking forward to all that next month holds.

Balancing. Even though I am a SAHM, there is a lot to do in a day around here.  One child, three cat's, a husband, and me.  It can get a little crazy sometimes.  I am really trying to work on balancing everything in this house with my own needs.  It is a struggle, but I am getting there.

Coloring. L has found a new love for coloring and that makes this Mommy's heart super happy.

Diet. I am holding on very tightly to my "No snacking at night" rule.  I have failed a few times, but I keep trying!

Energy.  I have felt so depleted lately.

February.  Thank goodness that month is over.  That was a trying month with all the sickness that went through this house.

Grace. I am learning how to express it and be a pillar of it.  Grace is hard sometimes.

Hair.  I miss my long hair.  I wish it would hurry up and grow back.

Inspired. This was also what Shawn had listed on her list.  However, I am started to feel more inspired daily now that I am writing more.  I have started to really see things again, which is always lovely.

Junk.  Our garage is ridiculous, seriously.  It needs an overhaul.  Soon.

Keys.  Okay, so, we have a car that doesn't require the key be placed in the ignition to start the car.  The key just has to be present in the vehicle.  I know this.  I have known this for months.  I do it all the time.  Except for today, when I had a frantic search in my pockets for the car keys to start the car.  (As in, put the key in the ignition and start the car.) I was freaking out thinking I was going to have to take L back out of the car, go back into Target, report lost keys, and then call my husband to come get L and her dumb Mom for loosing the keys to the car.  Until I saw the ignition button and those nice words, "Push to Start."  *sigh*  Thank you, Nissan.  How many heart attacks have you given people this year?

Losing it.  Yup, Mommy loses her mind daily.  It's okay.  We just go on about our business like nothing ever happened.

March.  I love March.  It is the start of a new season, new growth, new projects, new fashion, new....everything.  I love March.

No.  I am learning to say this more.  I am also dealing with L doing it.  She has mastered the head nod and the head shake, ladies and gentlemen.  It's all downhill from here. LOL!

Optometrist.  Mommy needs an eye exam and new glasses.

Peace.  Yea, stole this one too, but we all need peace.  Peace within, peace from the outside world, peace at night when the baby is sleeping.....Peace.  Good word.  Good idea.

Quiet.  It is true what they say:  If your toddler is quiet, you better go check on them.  You may find a whole box of wipes in the toilet like I did! Or, hey, you may even find a stuffed Simon from The Chipmunks head first in the toilet with the lid closed like Daddy did!

Restore.  Restore myself, restore order in our home.

Silly.  L is silly.  She encourages Mommy and Daddy to be silly, too.  Everyone wins!  We all need to be silly once in a while, don't you agree?

Tea.  I love my herbal tea.  Oh, how I love it.

Up.  I think one day, when the weather is warmer, L and I are going to go outside in the backyard, lay on a blanket, and look at the sky.  It has been a long time since I have viewed the world from the ground.

View.  I need to pick up a camera again and start changing my view of the world.

Writing.  I love that I am doing this more.  I am feeling myself start to center again after taking a really long hiatus.  I missed writing.  I missed being able to understand what I am thinking through my writing.  I have a disconnect between my thoughts and my mouth sometimes.  It is better for me to write them down.  Always has been, always will be.

Xylophone.  L has a toy one that she bangs on a lot during the day.  She get's very excited that it makes noise.  She also loves her drum. LOL!

Year.  The husband and I will have been married for a year next month!

Zoo. I can't wait to take L to the zoo soon! It will be her first trip!  

And there you have it!  I encourage you all to write your own list, too.  I feel better after doing this.  It helps me to be present in the here and now and not think about all the other things that need to be done around here.

Until next time,

Three Years

Hello lovelies!  Now that L is feeling better (and she has displayed that by ransacking our DVD and Xbox game collections...HA!) I can get back into the writing business.

Before today's post, I would like just to thank Amy Bowman from New Nostalgia for plugging my blog this morning!  I managed to win a $25 Target gift card from her blog and she was kind enough to plug POP for me!  Isn't she great?  Go over and check her out!  Not only is she a cancer survivor, but through that journey, she has discovered ways to live a more healthy lifestyle.  She has tons of tips on organization, health and beauty (she was a hairdresser), crafting, etc.  She is also on Pinterest! A lot of great stuff over there!  What are you waiting for?  Go check her out!  

And now onto more serious matters....

I debated on writing about the following, actually.  However, the spirit of this blog is about being real and with that, sometimes I may have to write about things that are sad.  This is one of those times.  I haven't ever written about this event before, as a matter of fact, I have hardly ever talked about it.  I am not sure why.  I don't know if it is because the whole thing was a blur or if I was more prepared for it to happen than I thought I was.  Whatever the reason may be, I am going to talk about it today, because today has been three years.

Ladies and gentlemen, this was my grandfather back in the day. (Excuse the quality, it is a picture of a picture because my scanner is nowhere near me right now.  Yes, that is laziness talking. My apologies.) 


"Where to begin?  Let's start with the end
This black and white photo never captured my skin..."
-Carbon Leaf The War Was In Color

Three years ago today, he passed away.  The story goes as such:  He went to bed, woke up one time in the middle of the night, went back to bed, and then never woke up again.  He just went to sleep and that was that.  Looking back on it, I think that may have been one of the most comforting things for me.  He didn't suffer, he just went to sleep.  He had lived a good life.  He had done things, seen things, experienced things....I have no doubt in my mind that he was satisfied with his life and the way his children and their children and, in some instances, their children, turned out.  He was old and it was his time.  

And then I think of the little girl asleep in the room down the hall and I feel my heart clench.  She never got to meet him.  She never will.  He never got to see me (finally) graduate from college or get married.  He isn't at Christmas anymore.  Our family isn't the same.  It just isn't.  At least, not for me.  

He was the only grandfather that had been around my whole young life, teen years, and into my mid-twenties.  I had a relationship with him.  My brother and I did things with him and my grandmother.  They took us places.  They brought us M&Ms, Twinkies, and let us be little.  (This is when I add that I was devastated when Twinkies disappeared from the store shelves.  It was seriously a slap in the face.  I know that may be dramatic, but hey, that was a part of my childhood.  It hurt.) 

He has been gone for three years and I can still hear my dad on the other end of the phone that early Sunday morning.  (My mother couldn't speak.  It was her father.  Sorry Mom, but I am kind of glad it was dad that called.)  My dad was very cut and dry about it.  I didn't cry on the phone, but when I hung up.....there weren't enough Kleenex in the house.

Sometimes there still isn't enough Kleenex.

Grandpa, I think you would be proud of me.  I know I am the different one.  I know that I do things and say things that other's in the family don't approve of, but I don't need or want their approval.  I have a reason and a season for the things I do and you knew that.  Always.  I take the long way around and you knew that.  You always assured Mom that I would be okay.  I AM OKAY.  I wish you could be here to see L, to play with her, and to watch her be silly.  She would make you laugh, your whole face would light up when you would laugh, and she would do the same thing.  I wish you could bring her treats and let her be little like you did me and her uncle.  I wish you weren't just a photo in a frame and stories, but alas, we all become photos in a frame and stories.  That is life and they will have to do.

"In the ash, I found an ember
Something warm to help remember
A block of wood that used to be
A strong tall family tree...

A strong tall family tree
Blowing in the breeze..."
Carbon Leaf
Block of Wood

Now...where is that box of Kleenex....?

Until next time,






It's Nice To Be Nice

There is so much to be said today, so much in fact, that I don't know where to start.  Much like the snow outside my kitchen window, thoughts and words are piling up.

Words.

Have you ever thought about actual words?  Have you ever thought about the effect they have on those around you when they come out of your mouth or through your fingers?  Have you ever thought about the damage they can do?

Yesterday I saw damaging words attached to a photo.  I was enraged, heart broken, and sick.  Those five or six words attached to the photo were deafening as they reverberated through my soul.  I heard my daughter waking up in the next room and I thought to myself, "How does this happen?  How do people become so cruel and vicious?"

The photo, those words...they followed me around all morning.  Every time I would look at my daughter, flashing back to my hand holding my phone and seeing that photo, reading those words.....I couldn't take it anymore.  I had to set an example.  "I have to do something," I thought.

I knew what I would do.

I took a stand.

I stood up with a handful of other's and declared that we would not tolerate the kind of behavior that the user displayed.  You do not treat people like trash!

I took it upon myself to notify the person that the photo and the hurtful words were against.  It was hard.  I sat at my computer for what seemed like forever, trying to find the words. Once I did, it all came pouring out of me in a flood.  I couldn't stop.  I had to make myself stop or it would have turned into a novel about the injustice that had been raised upon this person without. them. even. knowing.

That's right.

They didn't even know what had been done to them.

Sickening.

After it was all said and done, the doer of the deed was confronted and the photo (magically) disappeared.

However, what has been seen, cannot be unseen.

I, and a handful of other's, know what happened, and that is enough for me.  There are people who joined with me yesterday in a show of fellowship to another human being.  That warmed my heart on so many levels.

We are all in this together in this great big world.  While the world spins out of control around us, we have to take it back.  We have to take our world  back.  How, you ask? You start by being kind.  I don't care how broke you are, how wrong  you think your life is going, you can still be kind.

Being kind is free.

Being kind is freeing.

When you smile at a stranger, hold a door open for someone, or offer a few dollars to the person in front of you in line at the grocery store who has come up short; that's being kind.

That's how humanity comes back.

What you put out into the world, comes back to you.

Until next time,




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