Every season seems to have a few "hot" colors. This fall I'm so happy teal is among them. I kinda LOVE jewel toned colors and teal is my favorite. Maybe I'm channeling the early 90s. I can't be sure.
Anyhoo, for fall, add a tiny splash of teal to your wardrobe with a cute bag, functional scarf, bold top, or statement jewelry piece.
Teal with mustard
Teal with neutrals
Teal accessories (because small pops of color make a BIG statement)
Friday, September 16, 2011
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Things I Love: Pumpkin Spice Latte from Starbucks
I am not a coffee drinker though I will admit to having more than my fair share of coffee during my mom's whole ordeal. A girl's gotta stay awake, after all.
There is a caveat to this rule.
Pumpkin. Spice. Latte.
That's right. The time of year when Starbucks rolls out that pumpkin flavor and offers 380 calorie hot drinks I go nuts. I love them. Love love lovey love 'em. Some days when I know I'm going to get one, I like to wear an outfit that naturally looks good with my hot drink.
I'm considering counseling for this.
Oh, you thought I was kidding. Thanks for giving me the benefit of the doubt.
So, hey--go get a pumpkin spice latte and maybe pray for me :)
There is a caveat to this rule.
Pumpkin. Spice. Latte.
That's right. The time of year when Starbucks rolls out that pumpkin flavor and offers 380 calorie hot drinks I go nuts. I love them. Love love lovey love 'em. Some days when I know I'm going to get one, I like to wear an outfit that naturally looks good with my hot drink.
I'm considering counseling for this.
Oh, you thought I was kidding. Thanks for giving me the benefit of the doubt.
So, hey--go get a pumpkin spice latte and maybe pray for me :)
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
What I Think About: When People Say Stupid Stuff
Guess what?
On Facebook I have no filter. I say exactly what I want to say when I want to say it. I know, I know. You're shocked. Or maybe not.
Anyhow, on Saturday I'm texting with my old college roomie Ami, the one I had the traumatic coffee ice cream making experience with, and we were chatting about the stupid things people say when you are grieving.
You've heard it.
"It's part of God's plan."
"It must be God's will."
"Everything happens for a reason."
"She's in a better place now."
"Let go and let God."
I've heard it. A lot actually. Because when you are grieving people want to help but don't know how. So they say something trite and you are supposed to smile and agree when what you really want them to know is that comment just cut you to your freaking core and they've just heaped more pain and burden onto your shoulders than you know how to bear.
So I posted this on facebook:
Life Lesson #122: If you can't support someone who is grieving without talking about "God's will/plan," "God's timing," or "Let go and let God" then you shouldn't say ANYTHING. It's true that people who mean well don't verbalize well. It's equally true that people who are mourning aren't inspired by your trite responses. Be wise; be quiet.
To be honest I expected a bit of backlash but you know what I got? SUPPORT. A ton of it! Everyone around me who has experienced loss knew EXACTLY where I was coming from. It wasn't just me struggling in faith--it was fellow Christians. A pastor. People every where saying that in loss it's okay to be hurt. It's okay to question. It's okay to want that person on earth and not in heaven.
Funny how one crazy Facebook status can let you know that people really do understand.
As I reflect on what has meant the most to me during this time of loss I know it is the friends who don't treat me differently--who let me talk when I want but don't force the issue. It's been the meals and childcare. But the single thing that touched me the most was the beautiful card my friend Carla gave me. It was blank inside. She had no words for me. And that blank card brought me more comfort than she might ever know.
What I think is that when someone is hurting and you want to help, be quiet. Offer a hand to hold. A shoulder to cry on. A meal. A blank card. But whatever you do, be quiet. It'll speak volumes.
Thanks, Shell for letting me Pour My Heart out with you!
On Facebook I have no filter. I say exactly what I want to say when I want to say it. I know, I know. You're shocked. Or maybe not.
Anyhow, on Saturday I'm texting with my old college roomie Ami, the one I had the traumatic coffee ice cream making experience with, and we were chatting about the stupid things people say when you are grieving.
You've heard it.
"It's part of God's plan."
"It must be God's will."
"Everything happens for a reason."
"She's in a better place now."
"Let go and let God."
I've heard it. A lot actually. Because when you are grieving people want to help but don't know how. So they say something trite and you are supposed to smile and agree when what you really want them to know is that comment just cut you to your freaking core and they've just heaped more pain and burden onto your shoulders than you know how to bear.
So I posted this on facebook:
Life Lesson #122: If you can't support someone who is grieving without talking about "God's will/plan," "God's timing," or "Let go and let God" then you shouldn't say ANYTHING. It's true that people who mean well don't verbalize well. It's equally true that people who are mourning aren't inspired by your trite responses. Be wise; be quiet.
To be honest I expected a bit of backlash but you know what I got? SUPPORT. A ton of it! Everyone around me who has experienced loss knew EXACTLY where I was coming from. It wasn't just me struggling in faith--it was fellow Christians. A pastor. People every where saying that in loss it's okay to be hurt. It's okay to question. It's okay to want that person on earth and not in heaven.
Funny how one crazy Facebook status can let you know that people really do understand.
As I reflect on what has meant the most to me during this time of loss I know it is the friends who don't treat me differently--who let me talk when I want but don't force the issue. It's been the meals and childcare. But the single thing that touched me the most was the beautiful card my friend Carla gave me. It was blank inside. She had no words for me. And that blank card brought me more comfort than she might ever know.
What I think is that when someone is hurting and you want to help, be quiet. Offer a hand to hold. A shoulder to cry on. A meal. A blank card. But whatever you do, be quiet. It'll speak volumes.
Thanks, Shell for letting me Pour My Heart out with you!
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Days of Play: Mod Podge Hand Trees
Things I'm obsessed with:
1. Mod Podge
2. Fall
3. Artwork
4. Handprints.
Things I love?
THIS activity because it combines the aforementioned 4 obsessions. YAY!
I found this activity on pinterest and then went to the blog At Second Street for directions because it was, well, love at first sight.
Yes that's right. Those are handprint trees made from fabric.
In general this will take a bit more time than the normal "days of play" activities I post. BUT it will be a life-long heirloom documenting the size of your children's hands. And it's art. And it's beautiful. And you get to play with Mod Podge.
Convinced? Click a blue link. Go. Get directions. Create. Reminisce. Make a Christmas gift Grandma's will cry at.
1. Mod Podge
2. Fall
3. Artwork
4. Handprints.
Things I love?
THIS activity because it combines the aforementioned 4 obsessions. YAY!
I found this activity on pinterest and then went to the blog At Second Street for directions because it was, well, love at first sight.
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| Photo from At Second Street |
Yes that's right. Those are handprint trees made from fabric.
In general this will take a bit more time than the normal "days of play" activities I post. BUT it will be a life-long heirloom documenting the size of your children's hands. And it's art. And it's beautiful. And you get to play with Mod Podge.
Convinced? Click a blue link. Go. Get directions. Create. Reminisce. Make a Christmas gift Grandma's will cry at.
Monday, September 12, 2011
Music Monday: Dashboard Confessional
Okay, so Dashboard Confessional is an American rock band from Florida that I first heard in about 2004 when they did a song for the second Spiderman movie. A lot of die-hard fans charged the band with selling out for a movie soundtrack (isn't that always the way?) but since I wasn't a long time fan (at that time) I loved them.
And still do.
Every now and then I want a "hard" ballad (a la Guns-n-Roses circa 1992) and this band fits that need.
Vindicated (the Spidey sell out song that started my love affair with the band)
Stolen (a good song if anyone has stolen your heart)
And still do.
Every now and then I want a "hard" ballad (a la Guns-n-Roses circa 1992) and this band fits that need.
Vindicated (the Spidey sell out song that started my love affair with the band)
Stolen (a good song if anyone has stolen your heart)
Friday, September 9, 2011
Fashion Friday: Scarf Obsession
As we move into the fall fashion scene, there are lots of changes and lots of stuff not changing.
Changing--Military is out; preppy-chic is in. Snake print is the new leopard. Hot colors are teal, orange, and mustard (more on this later).
Staying: fur vests, scarves, boots, and bold color.
I for one LOVE the fall colors and I'm sooooo happy scarves will be staying with us for the season. Here's how to work a scarf into your causal, go to the farmer's market gear and into a day at work outfit.
Casual Gear with Scarf
Work Day with Scarf
Printed. Fur. Infinity. Knit. Silk. Scarves are so hot right now (and so versatile so add one or ten to your wardrobe)
Changing--Military is out; preppy-chic is in. Snake print is the new leopard. Hot colors are teal, orange, and mustard (more on this later).
Staying: fur vests, scarves, boots, and bold color.
I for one LOVE the fall colors and I'm sooooo happy scarves will be staying with us for the season. Here's how to work a scarf into your causal, go to the farmer's market gear and into a day at work outfit.
Casual Gear with Scarf
Work Day with Scarf
Printed. Fur. Infinity. Knit. Silk. Scarves are so hot right now (and so versatile so add one or ten to your wardrobe)
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Things I Love: SoundHound
SoundHound is an app for iPhones and Androids that instantly tells you the title and artist of song you are listening to and even the lyrics that match.
Really, you open the app, click "tap here" and the app listens to the song, and then within 30 seconds tells you who the artist is. It's amazing. I use it all the time.
I love SoundHound!
Really, you open the app, click "tap here" and the app listens to the song, and then within 30 seconds tells you who the artist is. It's amazing. I use it all the time.
I love SoundHound!
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
What I Think About: Serving and Being Served
I've just read-again-the story of Jesus washing His disciples' feet (John 13:1-17). I always read this story as a "how to be a good Christian" manifesto.
Serve. Serve willingly. Serve humbly. Serve joyfully. Serve others as unto the Lord.
Surely this passage demonstrates the hearts of service we are to cultivate. This morning, however, I thought about this passage from another angle: the disciple being served.
Simon Peter balks at Jesus washing his feet. He simply can't stand to see Jesus doing the work that society deems to be the work of lowly slaves.
This is me. I'm Simon Peter. The reasons for my refusal to let the savior cleanse me are multi-faceted.
I don't want him to see how dirty my feet are. I don't what him to touch my filth. I am ashamed I've not kept my feet cleaner. I'm afraid he'll be disgusted. Angry. Unable or unwilling to clean me.
And maybe it is more than that. Maybe I'm too proud to admit I need my feet cleaned. Maybe I like the dirt and wear it as a badge. Maybe I believe that I won't be as happy or fulfilled if I am clean. Maybe I'm simply too stubborn and too hard-hearted to let him serve me.
I'm that girl--always willing to help but never willing to accept help even when I really need it. Always scolding others for not reaching out but never reaching out. Saying "things are going well" and "I'm okay" and "I've got it taken care of" when my world is falling apart and I am breaking into a million pieces and everything is in chaos.
I won't accept the service. I won't accept the help. I'll say, "no thank you. I'll clean my feet myself" to my friends, my family, and my God.
Why is it so hard to simply be real and to admit that I'm not okay and things aren't okay and I need someone to care for me--to refresh my tired soles (soul)? I get so caught up in the wash, wash, wash, serve, serve, serve mentality that I've totally missed it.
There is a blessing that comes along with allowing yourself to be vulnerable and with allowing yourself to BE served. It is humbling to be served. It can be shameful to ask for help but what friend really begrudges such a request? It is hard to say "this is who I am and this is where I am. Dirty. Broken. A complete mess!" And yet Jesus accepts that--prefers it even to our facades.
How much more would the Kingdom advance if we got past the feel good service level tot he messy, ugly, shredded "please help me because I can't do this alone" level?
We are the body. It is a beautiful thing letting willing hands tend tired feet for when both are properly used and refreshed, we are more able to fulfill the calling.
It's about serving--this faith. This life.
But it's about being real and humbling ourselves enough to be served.
Serve. Serve willingly. Serve humbly. Serve joyfully. Serve others as unto the Lord.
Surely this passage demonstrates the hearts of service we are to cultivate. This morning, however, I thought about this passage from another angle: the disciple being served.
Simon Peter balks at Jesus washing his feet. He simply can't stand to see Jesus doing the work that society deems to be the work of lowly slaves.
This is me. I'm Simon Peter. The reasons for my refusal to let the savior cleanse me are multi-faceted.
I don't want him to see how dirty my feet are. I don't what him to touch my filth. I am ashamed I've not kept my feet cleaner. I'm afraid he'll be disgusted. Angry. Unable or unwilling to clean me.
And maybe it is more than that. Maybe I'm too proud to admit I need my feet cleaned. Maybe I like the dirt and wear it as a badge. Maybe I believe that I won't be as happy or fulfilled if I am clean. Maybe I'm simply too stubborn and too hard-hearted to let him serve me.
I'm that girl--always willing to help but never willing to accept help even when I really need it. Always scolding others for not reaching out but never reaching out. Saying "things are going well" and "I'm okay" and "I've got it taken care of" when my world is falling apart and I am breaking into a million pieces and everything is in chaos.
I won't accept the service. I won't accept the help. I'll say, "no thank you. I'll clean my feet myself" to my friends, my family, and my God.
Why is it so hard to simply be real and to admit that I'm not okay and things aren't okay and I need someone to care for me--to refresh my tired soles (soul)? I get so caught up in the wash, wash, wash, serve, serve, serve mentality that I've totally missed it.
There is a blessing that comes along with allowing yourself to be vulnerable and with allowing yourself to BE served. It is humbling to be served. It can be shameful to ask for help but what friend really begrudges such a request? It is hard to say "this is who I am and this is where I am. Dirty. Broken. A complete mess!" And yet Jesus accepts that--prefers it even to our facades.
How much more would the Kingdom advance if we got past the feel good service level tot he messy, ugly, shredded "please help me because I can't do this alone" level?
We are the body. It is a beautiful thing letting willing hands tend tired feet for when both are properly used and refreshed, we are more able to fulfill the calling.
It's about serving--this faith. This life.
But it's about being real and humbling ourselves enough to be served.
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Days of Play: If You Give a Mouse a Cookie
As a mom I assume you've read this book. If not, head to Amazon and get it immediately; it's so much fun!
Today, sit down with your kiddos and read this silly book and then do a few "Mouse" inspired activities.
First of all, make chocolate chip cookies. YUM!
Then sing "who stole the cookie from the cookie jar?"
Finally, play a game of "hot cookie"--like hot potato but with a cookie.
Simple, silly fun for everyone. Plus, did I mention you get to make and eat cookies? Winning!
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| Photo from Amazon |
First of all, make chocolate chip cookies. YUM!
Then sing "who stole the cookie from the cookie jar?"
Finally, play a game of "hot cookie"--like hot potato but with a cookie.
Simple, silly fun for everyone. Plus, did I mention you get to make and eat cookies? Winning!
Monday, September 5, 2011
Music Monday--The Ineloquent
They haven't heard of you either.
The Ineloquent is a Christian band formed by a husband and wife in Iowa. They have since relocated to Denver (can you tell I love Denver bands?). Their sound is unique--inspiring. I listen to them when I need to both chill out and be re-invigorated.
Here's a little promo video introducing the band.
Give 'em a listen and then head to Facebook and "like" 'em, follow them on Twitter, or make a new Pandora station based off of the "Ineloquent" because even though you might not have heard of them, and they have not heard of you, lots of people are digging their sound.
The Question
My Heart Still Wears Your Name
The Ineloquent is a Christian band formed by a husband and wife in Iowa. They have since relocated to Denver (can you tell I love Denver bands?). Their sound is unique--inspiring. I listen to them when I need to both chill out and be re-invigorated.
Here's a little promo video introducing the band.
Give 'em a listen and then head to Facebook and "like" 'em, follow them on Twitter, or make a new Pandora station based off of the "Ineloquent" because even though you might not have heard of them, and they have not heard of you, lots of people are digging their sound.
The Question
My Heart Still Wears Your Name
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
What I Think About: Waterproof Mascara
Yesterday I woke at 5:30 and started my routine of getting ready for work.
I washed my face, applied moisturizer, foundation, eyeliner, eyeshadow, blush ... I reached into my makeup bag for the last step in war paint application: mascara. I grabbed the purple tube of mascara, unscrewed the lid and had the wand centimeters from my eyelashes when I realized what I was doing.
This wasn't waterproof mascara. This was REAL mascara--the kind that would run down my face and make me look like Alice Cooper if my eyes so much as even thought about getting teary.
It hit me. My mom is gone and I am broken and no matter how much I'd like to be strong and carry on, I'm just not there yet. It has only been a week and I feel like it should be getting easier but somehow it's more suffocating, this sorrow. I know no one expects me to pretend that everything is okay but no one exactly wants to be around someone perpetually blue, either.
I look at the mascara wand and I'm utterly in shock. Will I need a reminder every morning that something is missing--that a part of me is missing? Will it ever get easier? Am I doomed to never again use this purple tube of mascara?
Sighing I put the wand back in the tube and tucked the mascara away for another day. A day when I can think of her without my eyes welling with tears. A day when I'm with people who are safe to cry in front of--who don't care if I cry so hard I look like a member of Kiss or that my nose runs profusely.
Today is not that day. I pull out the orange tube of waterproof mascara and apply the thick goop to my eyes. Now I can cry silently. Alone. And people won't know unless they know me too well or look too closely.
Waterproof mascara: a reminder that no matter how surrounded by love and support I am--I simply can't share the burden of this loss with anyone.
I washed my face, applied moisturizer, foundation, eyeliner, eyeshadow, blush ... I reached into my makeup bag for the last step in war paint application: mascara. I grabbed the purple tube of mascara, unscrewed the lid and had the wand centimeters from my eyelashes when I realized what I was doing.
This wasn't waterproof mascara. This was REAL mascara--the kind that would run down my face and make me look like Alice Cooper if my eyes so much as even thought about getting teary.
It hit me. My mom is gone and I am broken and no matter how much I'd like to be strong and carry on, I'm just not there yet. It has only been a week and I feel like it should be getting easier but somehow it's more suffocating, this sorrow. I know no one expects me to pretend that everything is okay but no one exactly wants to be around someone perpetually blue, either.
I look at the mascara wand and I'm utterly in shock. Will I need a reminder every morning that something is missing--that a part of me is missing? Will it ever get easier? Am I doomed to never again use this purple tube of mascara?
Sighing I put the wand back in the tube and tucked the mascara away for another day. A day when I can think of her without my eyes welling with tears. A day when I'm with people who are safe to cry in front of--who don't care if I cry so hard I look like a member of Kiss or that my nose runs profusely.
Today is not that day. I pull out the orange tube of waterproof mascara and apply the thick goop to my eyes. Now I can cry silently. Alone. And people won't know unless they know me too well or look too closely.
Waterproof mascara: a reminder that no matter how surrounded by love and support I am--I simply can't share the burden of this loss with anyone.
Monday, August 29, 2011
Music Monday: Mazzy Star
Mazzy Star is the late 80's early 90's alternative band from California known for haunting melodies and pierce your heart lyrics.
Overall they haven't achieved world-wide success but darn it, I just love them.
They are most famous for their song Fade Into You (which sounds precisely like the kind of song made for long kisses on cloudy days).
Give her a listen:
I also love 5 String Serenade
Overall they haven't achieved world-wide success but darn it, I just love them.
They are most famous for their song Fade Into You (which sounds precisely like the kind of song made for long kisses on cloudy days).
Give her a listen:
I also love 5 String Serenade
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Things I Love: All Things Gummy
Confession: I totally love ANYTHING Gummy.
Gummy Bears.
Sour Straws.
Peachy Rings.
Hot Tamales.
If it's gummy, I love it. Except for gum, which is odd. I mean I like gum but I don't love gum. Phew. Sorry for that.
If you don't already think I'm nuts then I'll confess to one more thing. I like to bite the heads off gummy bears and put them on another gummy body. See that picture. Imagine I bite the orange bear's head off and put it on the green bear's body. Lovely mental image, isn't it?
I'm going to stop now you know, before you unfriend me and get a restraining order.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
What I Think About: Having Nothing To Say
My mom died Sunday night.
It was scary. It was beautiful. It was heartbreaking. It was relief. It made me angry. It made me sad. It made me feel numb. It made me feel broken.
It left me with nothing to say.
Sometimes it's okay to pour your heart out. Other times, it's okay to have nothing to say.
I read once that silence tells as much of a story as the words. Please hear what I'm not saying.
It was scary. It was beautiful. It was heartbreaking. It was relief. It made me angry. It made me sad. It made me feel numb. It made me feel broken.
It left me with nothing to say.
Sometimes it's okay to pour your heart out. Other times, it's okay to have nothing to say.
I read once that silence tells as much of a story as the words. Please hear what I'm not saying.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Days of Play: First Day of School
My eldest child is starting kindergarden TODAY.
Excuse me while I break into tears and pour a glass of wine (that's okay at 9:30 a.m. this one day only, right?).
The only thing I wanna do now is memorialize this moment--like with a handprint.
Here are some ideas:
Palm Apple
To make this, you get a piece of white paper and red paint. Paint just the PALM of your kiddo's hand and put it on the paper. Add the stem and leaf. Wa La--first day of school print.
Of course you could make the classic apple tree. I think just looking at this photo is description enough.
I guess plan C is to refuse to send your child to school. {Sigh} Fine. I'll stick with the apple prints.
(In other fun news today is my parent's wedding anniversary AND my brother-in-law's birthday!)
Excuse me while I break into tears and pour a glass of wine (that's okay at 9:30 a.m. this one day only, right?).
The only thing I wanna do now is memorialize this moment--like with a handprint.
Here are some ideas:
Palm Apple
Of course you could make the classic apple tree. I think just looking at this photo is description enough.
I guess plan C is to refuse to send your child to school. {Sigh} Fine. I'll stick with the apple prints.
(In other fun news today is my parent's wedding anniversary AND my brother-in-law's birthday!)
Monday, August 22, 2011
Music Monday: The Northern Way
Welcome to my new musical addiction: The Northern Way.
The Northern Way is an unsigned band from Denver, Colorado. They have a rock/pop sound that isn't always my favorite but I kinda love 'em. They are sort of a Fray sound with John Mayer soul. Give it a listen. If you don't like them, leave me a nasty comment.
Crazy
The One
Throwing Rocks
Love 'em and wanna know more? Click THIS LINK
The Northern Way is an unsigned band from Denver, Colorado. They have a rock/pop sound that isn't always my favorite but I kinda love 'em. They are sort of a Fray sound with John Mayer soul. Give it a listen. If you don't like them, leave me a nasty comment.
Crazy
The One
Throwing Rocks
Love 'em and wanna know more? Click THIS LINK
Friday, August 19, 2011
Fashion Friday: Zebra Cardie
I went thrifting with my sister last Saturday and bought this delightfully eclectic zebra print cardigan.
I can't wait to wear it.
Here are two outfits I'm pondering ...
For Work (which starts on the 23rd--YIKES! What happened to summer?)
For Play (am I mixing browns and blacks? You know it!)
Apparently I like my zebra print with colors along the red line ...
I feel like I should have a "What's black and white and red all over" joke but I'll spare you the pain and me the humiliation.
You can thank me later.
I can't wait to wear it.
Here are two outfits I'm pondering ...
For Work (which starts on the 23rd--YIKES! What happened to summer?)
For Play (am I mixing browns and blacks? You know it!)
Apparently I like my zebra print with colors along the red line ...
I feel like I should have a "What's black and white and red all over" joke but I'll spare you the pain and me the humiliation.
You can thank me later.
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Things I Love: Pinterest
Do you Pinterest?
Do you know what Pinterest is?
Essentially it's a place where people world-wide can create boards by category and post interesting photos, recipes, fashion ideas ...
What I love about Pinterest is that you can practically finish the internet without having to actually go to every site.
I love using Pinterest to find craft and DIY ideas.
If you don't Pinterest, START TODAY!
Do you know what Pinterest is?
Essentially it's a place where people world-wide can create boards by category and post interesting photos, recipes, fashion ideas ...
What I love about Pinterest is that you can practically finish the internet without having to actually go to every site.
I love using Pinterest to find craft and DIY ideas.
If you don't Pinterest, START TODAY!
---->CLICK THIS LINK<----
Oh, and find Reagan and follow me :)
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
What I Think About: When She is Dying
In the middle of my sister's landscaped yard there is a rouge plant growing. Chaotic, yellow flowers grow off green stems standing this way and that. It is small now, that mustard weed, but if left to its own devices it will spread and take over the yard. Soon it will be sprayed and killed. For now the children regard it as lovely and bees flit about it gently getting nourishment from yellow buds.
I've just finished reading and doing my morning quiet time. My heart is conflicted. Hurting. Tears fill my eyes but won't flow over. I will control my emotions. I will be strong.
She will die soon, my mother. Each day she loses more functions. She can't walk. She can't talk. Eating is nearly impossible. She remembers little except that she is dying. She cries when her grandchildren dance around her in laughter. She will miss so much. She will be missed so much.
I move about the house in preparation--cleaning floors, washing jam handprints off of windows, scrubbing toilets. I'm deceived--convinced that if I just keep moving then everything will be okay. If I don't stop then the reality of what is happening right now won't really hit me. I'll just keep doing. If I just keep controlling then I will outlast the brokenness heading my direction. If I can just keep myself numb I won't feel the pain--from regret--from goodbye--from memories of things that were--from heart break over things that will never be. I am deceived.
This yard is pristine. The stones around the house are worn, rounded, comfortable. I can cross them barefoot without pain or discomfort. The lawn is plush and green and beckons small bottoms to sit a while and hunt for fairies during a picnic lunch.
Yet just beyond the property line is a rebel force of weeds fighting to overtake the landscaped oasis. One small weed has begun its infiltration. I look at that weed and the ones just beyond. That is where the bees are. There is life in those weeds. I'm sure there is life under the grass, crawling and gnawing in darkness. But in the light, life is in the weeds.
And yet we kill those weeds. We dig them and spray them and suck the life out of them because life isn't always pretty. It isn't tame. It is chaotic. And we don't like that. It's not what we want.
It's not what I want.
Control. Control. Control.
I move in hurried motions--in furious sweeps controlling everything I can. I make the yard look perfect so no one knows the inside is dirty. Keep moving doing little jobs so no one recognizes the task I really need to tackle. I control the situation--a gardener keeping weeds at bay.
But what if this is wrong? There is life in those weeds. Perhaps what I view as ugly is really beauty being offered to my life ... a simple gift. Perhaps what I deem chaos is meant to bring me to my knees so I can see the peace and joy in life. Perhaps that which I seek to kill is meant to give me life.
Hope. Joy. Blessing. Peace. Righteousness. Happiness.
Are these the weeds I kill in my life because they come at me in odd packages? Do I destroy gifts in my self-righteous anger or stern-set stubbornness? Do I miss them because they aren't what I want, when I want them?
Do I refuse to accept the goodness meant for me because it might change the environment I wish to control? Because it might change me?
The wind blows and that lone weed sways its straggly arms in the wind--hands raised in praise. Reaching for the light. Providing life.
Am I missing something? I feel as though I am missing everything.
Three children rush outside to play breaking my quiet time with squeals of delight. Pigtails, dresses, and blond heads bob about. They rush past the smooth stones. They ignore the sparkling water in the pool. They ignore the soft grasses against their bare feet.
They head straight for the weeds beyond--tall and yellow. They enter chaos with eagerness. They seek life. Horned toads. Butterflies. Lady bugs. They seek life and they find it--beyond that manicured lawn. Beyond borders of control. Beyond green lawns and patio furniture and comfort zones, they find life.
In this sad time those children are filled with awe and joy and wonder because they aren't trying to cultivate a "perfect" life. They aren't trying to control emotions. They wander in faith, spirits free, hearts abandoned beyond that which they can control. And they. find. life.
I look back at that lone weed and I can't help but hope she brings her friends and that the wildness of this life will take over my tame heart and restore it anew.
Oh my goodness ... Thank you Shell at Things I Can't Say for letting me Pour My Heart Out EVERY Wednesday!
I've just finished reading and doing my morning quiet time. My heart is conflicted. Hurting. Tears fill my eyes but won't flow over. I will control my emotions. I will be strong.
She will die soon, my mother. Each day she loses more functions. She can't walk. She can't talk. Eating is nearly impossible. She remembers little except that she is dying. She cries when her grandchildren dance around her in laughter. She will miss so much. She will be missed so much.
I move about the house in preparation--cleaning floors, washing jam handprints off of windows, scrubbing toilets. I'm deceived--convinced that if I just keep moving then everything will be okay. If I don't stop then the reality of what is happening right now won't really hit me. I'll just keep doing. If I just keep controlling then I will outlast the brokenness heading my direction. If I can just keep myself numb I won't feel the pain--from regret--from goodbye--from memories of things that were--from heart break over things that will never be. I am deceived.
This yard is pristine. The stones around the house are worn, rounded, comfortable. I can cross them barefoot without pain or discomfort. The lawn is plush and green and beckons small bottoms to sit a while and hunt for fairies during a picnic lunch.
Yet just beyond the property line is a rebel force of weeds fighting to overtake the landscaped oasis. One small weed has begun its infiltration. I look at that weed and the ones just beyond. That is where the bees are. There is life in those weeds. I'm sure there is life under the grass, crawling and gnawing in darkness. But in the light, life is in the weeds.
And yet we kill those weeds. We dig them and spray them and suck the life out of them because life isn't always pretty. It isn't tame. It is chaotic. And we don't like that. It's not what we want.
It's not what I want.
Control. Control. Control.
I move in hurried motions--in furious sweeps controlling everything I can. I make the yard look perfect so no one knows the inside is dirty. Keep moving doing little jobs so no one recognizes the task I really need to tackle. I control the situation--a gardener keeping weeds at bay.
But what if this is wrong? There is life in those weeds. Perhaps what I view as ugly is really beauty being offered to my life ... a simple gift. Perhaps what I deem chaos is meant to bring me to my knees so I can see the peace and joy in life. Perhaps that which I seek to kill is meant to give me life.
Hope. Joy. Blessing. Peace. Righteousness. Happiness.
Are these the weeds I kill in my life because they come at me in odd packages? Do I destroy gifts in my self-righteous anger or stern-set stubbornness? Do I miss them because they aren't what I want, when I want them?
Do I refuse to accept the goodness meant for me because it might change the environment I wish to control? Because it might change me?
The wind blows and that lone weed sways its straggly arms in the wind--hands raised in praise. Reaching for the light. Providing life.
Am I missing something? I feel as though I am missing everything.
Three children rush outside to play breaking my quiet time with squeals of delight. Pigtails, dresses, and blond heads bob about. They rush past the smooth stones. They ignore the sparkling water in the pool. They ignore the soft grasses against their bare feet.
They head straight for the weeds beyond--tall and yellow. They enter chaos with eagerness. They seek life. Horned toads. Butterflies. Lady bugs. They seek life and they find it--beyond that manicured lawn. Beyond borders of control. Beyond green lawns and patio furniture and comfort zones, they find life.
In this sad time those children are filled with awe and joy and wonder because they aren't trying to cultivate a "perfect" life. They aren't trying to control emotions. They wander in faith, spirits free, hearts abandoned beyond that which they can control. And they. find. life.
I look back at that lone weed and I can't help but hope she brings her friends and that the wildness of this life will take over my tame heart and restore it anew.
Oh my goodness ... Thank you Shell at Things I Can't Say for letting me Pour My Heart Out EVERY Wednesday!
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Days Of Play: Sidewalk Chalk Paint
So Sarah from Frontier Kitchen and I are pretty good friends. (Insert shocked face and "duh" comment here).
Anyhow, one good thing about having a good friend who also blogs is that you tend to share good blogs you find. It's kinda like Pintrest but with people I know.
Sarah just recently told me about this blog that has tons of fun food ideas, craft ideas ... man, it's awesome.
I have a feeling I'll be highlighting a lot of her work but the first fun idea that I saw and loved was sidewalk chalk paint. This may or may not be an obsession because I have a big driveway and sidewalk expanse behind my house.
Whip up a batch of fun today!
Anyhow, one good thing about having a good friend who also blogs is that you tend to share good blogs you find. It's kinda like Pintrest but with people I know.
Sarah just recently told me about this blog that has tons of fun food ideas, craft ideas ... man, it's awesome.
I have a feeling I'll be highlighting a lot of her work but the first fun idea that I saw and loved was sidewalk chalk paint. This may or may not be an obsession because I have a big driveway and sidewalk expanse behind my house.
Whip up a batch of fun today!
-----> CLICK THIS LINK FOR DIRECTIONS <----
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Monday, August 15, 2011
Music Monday: 80s Re-Do
I pretty much love the 80s.
Skinny jeans. Neon colors. Bold watches. Bleached hair.
Wait ... that actually sounds like today's styles.
In my opinion you can't beat 80s songs like Come on Eileen, Abracadabra, 99 Red Balloons, 867-5309, and White Wedding.
Much as I love the 80s, there is some room for improvement and I'm not against 80s remakes. So today, enjoy some of my fave 80s re-dos.
My Darkest Days version of Come Undone (originally by DuranDuran)
P.S. This is not the "real" video. This video is lame. Just listen.
Cary Brothers version of If You Were Here (originally of Thompson Twins)
Please let this take you back to the days of 16 Candles.
Reel Big Fish Take On Me (originally by Aha!)
Please tell me I'm not the only one who wants to peg my pants and wear a lot of bangles after listening to this ...
Skinny jeans. Neon colors. Bold watches. Bleached hair.
Wait ... that actually sounds like today's styles.
In my opinion you can't beat 80s songs like Come on Eileen, Abracadabra, 99 Red Balloons, 867-5309, and White Wedding.
Much as I love the 80s, there is some room for improvement and I'm not against 80s remakes. So today, enjoy some of my fave 80s re-dos.
My Darkest Days version of Come Undone (originally by DuranDuran)
P.S. This is not the "real" video. This video is lame. Just listen.
Cary Brothers version of If You Were Here (originally of Thompson Twins)
Please let this take you back to the days of 16 Candles.
Reel Big Fish Take On Me (originally by Aha!)
Please tell me I'm not the only one who wants to peg my pants and wear a lot of bangles after listening to this ...
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Things I Love: Keurig Brewer
Keurig Brewer kinda sound like the name of a serial killer, no?
You are welcome for that random thought.
I don't like coffee BUT I love hot drinks. Nonetheless, when my dad got my a Keurig Brewer I was a little skeeved out. What does a non-coffee drinker do with it, after all?
Turns out, you make tea and cocoa and all sorts of yummy hotness. (Yummy hotness is also another way I'd refer to my husband--but you can't buy him so there's no need to tempt you).
I'm keeping this short and sweet. I love my Keurig Brewer. It gets my one cup of tea made fast and it's piping hot and ready to wake me up just when I need it.
The end.
Stay tuned for more rambling nonsense about serial killers later. I actually do have a story about a lecture with photos of legs in freezers and people hanging from meathooks ... but that's neither here nor there.
Trust me on the brewer!
You are welcome for that random thought.
I don't like coffee BUT I love hot drinks. Nonetheless, when my dad got my a Keurig Brewer I was a little skeeved out. What does a non-coffee drinker do with it, after all?
Turns out, you make tea and cocoa and all sorts of yummy hotness. (Yummy hotness is also another way I'd refer to my husband--but you can't buy him so there's no need to tempt you).
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I'm keeping this short and sweet. I love my Keurig Brewer. It gets my one cup of tea made fast and it's piping hot and ready to wake me up just when I need it.
The end.
Stay tuned for more rambling nonsense about serial killers later. I actually do have a story about a lecture with photos of legs in freezers and people hanging from meathooks ... but that's neither here nor there.
Trust me on the brewer!
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
What I Think About: Being Grateful For the Dark
Sitting outside this August day it is warm and gray. It rained last night and the scent lingers refreshing the earth. Refreshing me.
Down the hill life is being lived in cookie cutter homes. Cars leave slowly for work. A nail gun pat-pat-pats new shingles onto a roof. Around the corner children imagine and giggle.
The sun peeks out from behind a cloud and warms my arms. A gentle breeze across my skin whispers relief.
I sit reading. Watching the children. Drinking in the morning with each splash of Earl gray on my tongue. These are my favorite days when it is dark and gray with only hints of sunlight. More than a physical break from the heat, the gray is a relief to my soul.
Sometimes on gray days I'm so sad I cannot stand it. And the darkness is my excuse and no one would question what put the sadness in my eyes for we all assume that it is the missing sun that has us so blue. The way thunder masks a breaking heart or rain disguises tears, dark days hide the heart under a cloak of gray so we can be broken without explanation. The reason for our brokenness is assumed.
There is truth on these cloudy days. It is darker to be sure. Dark because the clouds have taken over the sun. Dark because my heart is troubled and I'm angry and I feel forsaken, forgotten, and faithless. I want to lash out and cry in my anger and frustration. Then the sun peeks out and I remember.
Even when I can't see it, the sun is there. Behind those dark clouds its presence cannot be denied. And the clouds cannot overcome it. They are here for but a moment but the sun remains fixed and firm--whether I see it or not.
Perhaps I see it better, more clearly when it is dark. In darkness, light is so much more obvious.
Those sunny days when the light beats down and warms me are good for the spirit--good for showing the way. But dark days, when the sky is overcast and my soul is more so, are honey on my lips for they provide the visible analogy for the war in my heart.
There is dark. There will always be dark. But there is also light. There will always be light and the darkness can never, ever overcome it. Peace is mine on the gray day because the sun is there, providing enough light to get through the day.
Enough warmth to remind me that though things are not okay, there is a way.
I am grateful for this dark time. I trust the light so much more.
Down the hill life is being lived in cookie cutter homes. Cars leave slowly for work. A nail gun pat-pat-pats new shingles onto a roof. Around the corner children imagine and giggle.
The sun peeks out from behind a cloud and warms my arms. A gentle breeze across my skin whispers relief.
I sit reading. Watching the children. Drinking in the morning with each splash of Earl gray on my tongue. These are my favorite days when it is dark and gray with only hints of sunlight. More than a physical break from the heat, the gray is a relief to my soul.
Sometimes on gray days I'm so sad I cannot stand it. And the darkness is my excuse and no one would question what put the sadness in my eyes for we all assume that it is the missing sun that has us so blue. The way thunder masks a breaking heart or rain disguises tears, dark days hide the heart under a cloak of gray so we can be broken without explanation. The reason for our brokenness is assumed.
There is truth on these cloudy days. It is darker to be sure. Dark because the clouds have taken over the sun. Dark because my heart is troubled and I'm angry and I feel forsaken, forgotten, and faithless. I want to lash out and cry in my anger and frustration. Then the sun peeks out and I remember.
Even when I can't see it, the sun is there. Behind those dark clouds its presence cannot be denied. And the clouds cannot overcome it. They are here for but a moment but the sun remains fixed and firm--whether I see it or not.
Perhaps I see it better, more clearly when it is dark. In darkness, light is so much more obvious.
Those sunny days when the light beats down and warms me are good for the spirit--good for showing the way. But dark days, when the sky is overcast and my soul is more so, are honey on my lips for they provide the visible analogy for the war in my heart.
There is dark. There will always be dark. But there is also light. There will always be light and the darkness can never, ever overcome it. Peace is mine on the gray day because the sun is there, providing enough light to get through the day.
Enough warmth to remind me that though things are not okay, there is a way.
I am grateful for this dark time. I trust the light so much more.
Monday, August 8, 2011
Music Monday: Rooney
Rooney.
Ed Rooney.
Ring a bell?
Um ya, he's just the world's worst principal from Ferris Buellar's Day Off.
Principal Rooney was so epic that a band named themselves after him. Epic I'm telling you.
So the lead singer from Rooney is TOTALLY the Lily's M&M on pizza brother from The Princess Diaries. Forget his acting. Listen to his music.
You're about to be transported to an 80s sound with a 21st feel.
When Did Your Heart Go Missing?
If you liked that, try I Should've Been After You.
Ed Rooney.
Ring a bell?
Um ya, he's just the world's worst principal from Ferris Buellar's Day Off.
Principal Rooney was so epic that a band named themselves after him. Epic I'm telling you.
So the lead singer from Rooney is TOTALLY the Lily's M&M on pizza brother from The Princess Diaries. Forget his acting. Listen to his music.
You're about to be transported to an 80s sound with a 21st feel.
When Did Your Heart Go Missing?
If you liked that, try I Should've Been After You.
Friday, August 5, 2011
Friday Fashion: A Trend I Hope Slithers Away Soon
I'm all about animal print. A little leopard shoe, belt, or scarf can add serious WOW factor to any outfit. A little zebra says I'm sassy but sophisticated.
This fall, look out for snake print. It's gonna be the new hot animal print.
I have a confession.
I think my disdain of this particular pattern stems from a huge fear and loathing of the slithery little guys. I don't want to wear anything that would make my husband (who is uber scared of snakes) to jump onto the counter screeching like a scared child.
However, we are all different so if you insist on wearing snake print the same rules for other animal prints follow.
1. If your main piece is an animal print, keep everything else S.I.M.P.L.E.!
2. Use small pieces--like a belt, shoe, or bag, to add drama to an otherwise causal outfit.
3. Wear animal prints to the office, to church, for work and for play. Don't be afraid to pair patterns!
Some other looks you might love (excuse me while I throw up).
This fall, look out for snake print. It's gonna be the new hot animal print.
I have a confession.
I hate snake print.
I feel oddly better admitting that.
However, we are all different so if you insist on wearing snake print the same rules for other animal prints follow.
1. If your main piece is an animal print, keep everything else S.I.M.P.L.E.!
2. Use small pieces--like a belt, shoe, or bag, to add drama to an otherwise causal outfit.
3. Wear animal prints to the office, to church, for work and for play. Don't be afraid to pair patterns!
Some other looks you might love (excuse me while I throw up).
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Things I Love: Coconut-Lime Shrimp
Okay so I really like to leave all the cooking-blog stuff to the pros--like Sarah from Frontier Kitchen but every now and then I whip up something magical and I have to share it.
The problem is that unlike cooking blogs, I never take pictures of what I'm cooking so all I can do is give you the ingredients and directions.
I stand behind the yumminess of this recipe 110%. Even without the "look at me" eye-catching photos, you should try this!
What You'll Need
The problem is that unlike cooking blogs, I never take pictures of what I'm cooking so all I can do is give you the ingredients and directions.
I stand behind the yumminess of this recipe 110%. Even without the "look at me" eye-catching photos, you should try this!
What You'll Need
- The juice and zest of one lime
- 2 minced cloves of garlic
- 1/3 c. chopped cilantro
- 1/2 c. unsweetened shredded coconut
- 1/4 c. olive oil
- 1/2 c. coconut milk (the kind in the can)
- 1/4 c. soy sauce
- 1 pound raw shrimp peeled and deveined
- skewers (soak wood ones in water)
What To Do:
- In a food processor or blender, combine all ingredients except shrimp. Blend until thick and smooth(ish).
- Pour marinade over shrimp. Cover and refrigerate at least 45 minutes (but the longer the better).
- Put 4-5 shrimp on a skewer.
- Lightly spray grill so shrimp won't stick.
- Grill over low heat until pink and cooked through.
- I served this with coconut quinoa stuffed peppers. Mmmm!
**Make sure to toss the marinade. We don't use marinades that had raw meat in it. That's yucky!**
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
What I Think About: "Because I Said So!"
My parents have no gray hairs and I consider this to be a miracle because to say I was a bit of a hard kid is akin to saying the Grand Canyon is a little crack. Seriously, every day I parent I'm amazed my parents did drown me or leave me in the wilderness or donate me to science.
As a kid, I talked--a lot! Incessantly, really. I'm sure you can't tell. I mean, it's definitely not a habit I've continued ... oh wait.
I'm digressing.
One thing I couldn't stand as a child (and more specifically, a teenager) was when my parents said, "Because I said so." Seriously, what kind of logic is that? I vowed that when I was a mom I'd never say those four little words.
I'm sure it comes as no surprise that I've recently started breaking that vow.
My name is Reagan and I tell my kids "because I said so."
Sometime I feel guilty about this. You see, I want to logically explain to my children why I must say no or why we simply can't do or have everything they want. I've taken this route and the more I explain, they more questions they have. At the end of some circular debate they are angry, I'm irritated, and we generally can't remember what the offending question was to begin with.
Anyhow a few weeks ago I tired of all this circular logic talk and I broke out the big guns. BECAUSE I SAID SO.
The second those four little words slipped out of my mouth I felt ill-at-ease for using them. But you know what happened? My daughter accepted that answer. WHAT? All this logic never works but that does? You've got to be kidding me?!?!
So I've started to say it more. I'm not gonna lie, sometimes those words fall on deaf ears. Some times they inspire tantrums and revolts. But thus far they haven't led to a cyclical debate (I'm sure that will happen soon).
Here's the reason I really don't feel guilty. Sometimes rules and laws get changed on adults and we don't get reasons. No one explains the logic to us. We are still expected to comply because "they" (who is they by the way?) say so. For example, I live in Wyoming where the speed limit on I-80 is 75 mph but when I cross into the state of Nebraska, the speed limit on the same interstate in 70 mph. There's no reasoning posted. No one explains the logic. That's just the way it is and if I don't follow what they say, I'll have to pay for it.
I think that's how it goes for our kids. We have reasons for the limits we set on them; we do not have to engage them in a debate about why those limits are set. We are not parenting my committee.
What I think is that sometimes using "because I said so" is a perfectly legitimate parenting tactic. In general I still think it is a good idea to talk and logically explain situations to kids. But I don't feel guilty when I utter those dreaded words.
And you shouldn't either.
What to read the random heart-pourings of others? Click this button and head over to Things I Can't Say! Thanks, Shell!
As a kid, I talked--a lot! Incessantly, really. I'm sure you can't tell. I mean, it's definitely not a habit I've continued ... oh wait.
I'm digressing.
One thing I couldn't stand as a child (and more specifically, a teenager) was when my parents said, "Because I said so." Seriously, what kind of logic is that? I vowed that when I was a mom I'd never say those four little words.
I'm sure it comes as no surprise that I've recently started breaking that vow.
My name is Reagan and I tell my kids "because I said so."
Sometime I feel guilty about this. You see, I want to logically explain to my children why I must say no or why we simply can't do or have everything they want. I've taken this route and the more I explain, they more questions they have. At the end of some circular debate they are angry, I'm irritated, and we generally can't remember what the offending question was to begin with.
Anyhow a few weeks ago I tired of all this circular logic talk and I broke out the big guns. BECAUSE I SAID SO.
The second those four little words slipped out of my mouth I felt ill-at-ease for using them. But you know what happened? My daughter accepted that answer. WHAT? All this logic never works but that does? You've got to be kidding me?!?!
So I've started to say it more. I'm not gonna lie, sometimes those words fall on deaf ears. Some times they inspire tantrums and revolts. But thus far they haven't led to a cyclical debate (I'm sure that will happen soon).
Here's the reason I really don't feel guilty. Sometimes rules and laws get changed on adults and we don't get reasons. No one explains the logic to us. We are still expected to comply because "they" (who is they by the way?) say so. For example, I live in Wyoming where the speed limit on I-80 is 75 mph but when I cross into the state of Nebraska, the speed limit on the same interstate in 70 mph. There's no reasoning posted. No one explains the logic. That's just the way it is and if I don't follow what they say, I'll have to pay for it.
I think that's how it goes for our kids. We have reasons for the limits we set on them; we do not have to engage them in a debate about why those limits are set. We are not parenting my committee.
What I think is that sometimes using "because I said so" is a perfectly legitimate parenting tactic. In general I still think it is a good idea to talk and logically explain situations to kids. But I don't feel guilty when I utter those dreaded words.
And you shouldn't either.
What to read the random heart-pourings of others? Click this button and head over to Things I Can't Say! Thanks, Shell!
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Days of Play: Swim Party
Tomorrow I am hosting a swim day for my mom's group. YAY!
I mean, who doesn't love a perfectly good excuse to get into a swimsuit (that you may or may not have cried over when you were buying it because swim suit shopping is an emotional affair) and expose unsuspecting friends to blaring white legs?
Okay, so maybe doing the slip-n-slide in your 30s isn't a dream come true but talk about a memory maker.
So, send a text or e-mail to the folks you'll let see you in a swim suit, fill up that kiddie pool, break out the sprinkler, slather on sunscreen and spend a hot morning playing in too cold water, smiling, and warming up in the sun.
Now for my kids, simply being able to play in the water is treat enough BUT if you have older kids and want to do a bit more entertaining, I suggest clicking THIS link (<---click that) to go to Family Fun Magazine online where they have 3 fun wading pool games.
Enjoy fun in the sun. School will be here soon and you'll wish someone made you get into a swim suit. Trust me!
I mean, who doesn't love a perfectly good excuse to get into a swimsuit (that you may or may not have cried over when you were buying it because swim suit shopping is an emotional affair) and expose unsuspecting friends to blaring white legs?
Okay, so maybe doing the slip-n-slide in your 30s isn't a dream come true but talk about a memory maker.
So, send a text or e-mail to the folks you'll let see you in a swim suit, fill up that kiddie pool, break out the sprinkler, slather on sunscreen and spend a hot morning playing in too cold water, smiling, and warming up in the sun.
Now for my kids, simply being able to play in the water is treat enough BUT if you have older kids and want to do a bit more entertaining, I suggest clicking THIS link (<---click that) to go to Family Fun Magazine online where they have 3 fun wading pool games.
Enjoy fun in the sun. School will be here soon and you'll wish someone made you get into a swim suit. Trust me!
Monday, August 1, 2011
Music Monday--Matt and Kim
Every now and then I get a little blue and if I need a little musical cheer, this is SO the song I turn on. It's really cheery. Plus, I lived in a town with Grand Street and I've actually walked down Grand in the daylight more times than I count. A good memory can always cheer a sad spirit.
So, for today's MUST ADD THIS SONG TO YOUR iPOD I submit
Daylight by Matt and Kim.
So, for today's MUST ADD THIS SONG TO YOUR iPOD I submit
Daylight by Matt and Kim.
Friday, July 29, 2011
Date Night {OUT}: Golf Date
Here's the thing. I don't golf. At all.
To be fair I've never really tried but I figure when you're bad at mini-golf, you probably shouldn't be able to launch a hard ball across a course.
I'm gonna stick to mini-golf.
Now to be fair, this might sound like a lame date but really, how often do you take your spouse mini-golfing? Plus, there's a twist (there generally is).
To Prep:
To be fair I've never really tried but I figure when you're bad at mini-golf, you probably shouldn't be able to launch a hard ball across a course.
I'm gonna stick to mini-golf.
Now to be fair, this might sound like a lame date but really, how often do you take your spouse mini-golfing? Plus, there's a twist (there generally is).
To Prep:
- Find a babysitter for your date night. Plan to have your sitter for at least 3 hours
- The morning of the date, send your husband a text or e-mail that says "you are the one FORE me!"
- Get two 5 dollar bills.
Date Time
- Wear something cute but causal.
- Now, drive to a dollar store. Give your hubby 5 dollars and set the timers on your phones for 5 minutes. Now, go inside and buy each other costume ideas to wear for the whole date (ideas: bright red lipstick, antennae, hula skirt, crazy sunglasses, etc.). **Thanks to Randean for this idea**
- Meet in the car and give your spouse their costume items. Get in full gear.
- Head to the mini-golf course, pay the entrance fee. Ignore the strange looks you get from people. This is your date time and nothing on earth compares to the uniqueness of your relationship so you might as well look like it!
- Now explain that "par" shot gets the person a big kiss. A hole-in-one earns a 5 minute shoulder rub. The winner gets a full body massage.
- Play. I suggest giggling, teasing, and competitive jesting.
- Afterwards go out for ice cream and then head home to either give or receive a massage.
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Things I Love: Damn You Auto Correct
A couple of months back my husband was out of town and a friend wanted to know if I wanted to hang out. We sent a few texts back and forth and all of a sudden I get this message: The gang bang starts at 7:00.
To which I replied, "I think I'll pass."
Of course "gang bang" is NOT at all what my friend was inviting me to. She got auto corrected.
Another friend sent a text to me that said nothing but "hag." She meant haha.
Finally, I send a text to a friend to see if she wanted to get together for a platypus. Um, I meant play date.
Auto correct on phones is a funny thing. In fact, there's a whole website dedicated to the funny and naughty things auto correct can make us "say."
Have you ever been on Damn You Auto Correct?
If you haven't, GO. It is so funny. I can literally read them for hours on end and I laugh so hard that I cry and threaten to wet myself.
**DISCLAIMER** This website contains foul language and crude comments. If you are sensitive to these, skip this site!
Be prepared to end up with some classic one liners! Some of my faves: TGI Fibromyalgia, I am Asparagus, and Hit the Haitians.
Need a good laugh, click here!
To which I replied, "I think I'll pass."
Of course "gang bang" is NOT at all what my friend was inviting me to. She got auto corrected.
Another friend sent a text to me that said nothing but "hag." She meant haha.
Finally, I send a text to a friend to see if she wanted to get together for a platypus. Um, I meant play date.
Auto correct on phones is a funny thing. In fact, there's a whole website dedicated to the funny and naughty things auto correct can make us "say."
Have you ever been on Damn You Auto Correct?
If you haven't, GO. It is so funny. I can literally read them for hours on end and I laugh so hard that I cry and threaten to wet myself.
**DISCLAIMER** This website contains foul language and crude comments. If you are sensitive to these, skip this site!
Be prepared to end up with some classic one liners! Some of my faves: TGI Fibromyalgia, I am Asparagus, and Hit the Haitians.
Need a good laugh, click here!
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
What I Think About: An Attitude Change
My mom has been flailing under her CADASIL diagnosis and we are all starting to feel like her time with us is getting shorter and shorter.
My name is Reagan and I'm a complete mess.
Emotionally I have these awesome roller coaster days where I'm bouncing off the walls with hope and optimism and then something will happen (like an insurance commercial) and suddenly I'm a blubbering wreck.
Physically I'm still recovering from surgery and haven't been able to run or rock climb or ride my bike. I'm frustrated at how slow I'm healing.
Spiritually I'm angry and withdrawn. Sometimes I just feel like prayers don't get answered and that God is far away.
Then the other day K-Love played this song (and I don't love K-Love. Way FM or Air One is more my thing but for "some reason" K-Love was on in my car. Have I mentioned my kids play with the radio?).
Watch this.
How is it possible that one song can encourage and convict?
I felt so encouraged to be gently reminded that God is good and that He is working all things out for my good.
I was convicted by my bad attitude. I've been so quick to wallow in my pain and disappointment and frustration to realize how much my mom's illness has made me lean on The Word.
I've been so quick to mourn my pending loss that I lost sight of the ways God comforts me with kind words from friends. Gentle breezes to to refresh me. Mercies new every day.
I've been so focused on my anger that I didn't recognize how my anger makes me vulnerable, broken and open before God.
Nothing else in my life has ever made me humble myself before God, depend on God, cry out to God, and trust God quite like struggling with my mom's illness.
This is a merciful time.
Don't get me wrong--in my flesh I hate every minute of this but I'm beginning to see God's grace even in the bad stuff.
What I think is that I need an attitude change. It is hard to see grace in the rain, isn't it? And yet the rain is simply gift enough if we will embrace it.
Today, will you pray for my attitude? That I will embrace God's mercies, even through the bad times?
Thanks
(Thanks especially to Shell who hosts my random thoughts and lets me pour my heart out!)
My name is Reagan and I'm a complete mess.
Emotionally I have these awesome roller coaster days where I'm bouncing off the walls with hope and optimism and then something will happen (like an insurance commercial) and suddenly I'm a blubbering wreck.
Physically I'm still recovering from surgery and haven't been able to run or rock climb or ride my bike. I'm frustrated at how slow I'm healing.
Spiritually I'm angry and withdrawn. Sometimes I just feel like prayers don't get answered and that God is far away.
Then the other day K-Love played this song (and I don't love K-Love. Way FM or Air One is more my thing but for "some reason" K-Love was on in my car. Have I mentioned my kids play with the radio?).
Watch this.
How is it possible that one song can encourage and convict?
I felt so encouraged to be gently reminded that God is good and that He is working all things out for my good.
I was convicted by my bad attitude. I've been so quick to wallow in my pain and disappointment and frustration to realize how much my mom's illness has made me lean on The Word.
I've been so quick to mourn my pending loss that I lost sight of the ways God comforts me with kind words from friends. Gentle breezes to to refresh me. Mercies new every day.
I've been so focused on my anger that I didn't recognize how my anger makes me vulnerable, broken and open before God.
Nothing else in my life has ever made me humble myself before God, depend on God, cry out to God, and trust God quite like struggling with my mom's illness.
This is a merciful time.
Don't get me wrong--in my flesh I hate every minute of this but I'm beginning to see God's grace even in the bad stuff.
What I think is that I need an attitude change. It is hard to see grace in the rain, isn't it? And yet the rain is simply gift enough if we will embrace it.
Today, will you pray for my attitude? That I will embrace God's mercies, even through the bad times?
Thanks
(Thanks especially to Shell who hosts my random thoughts and lets me pour my heart out!)
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Days of Play--Sit Still
Do you ever just pack too much into a week. Park days, play dates, errands, shopping, VBS, a trip to grandmas ...?
Every summer I tell myself, "this summer we are going to relax and enjoy." And then I fill our summer days with crazy fun activities but feel so harried getting to all the fun that by the end of the day, I wonder why I planned so much.
Please tell me I'm not alone!
Last week my daughter asked what we were doing for the day. So I told her of the big fun coming her way and she sighed. I asked what was wrong and she said she never gets to spend time with me.
Now to be honest, my mouth hit the floor. I'm a stay-at-home-mom. She gets to spend time with me, trust me! I launched into a very adult defensive mode where I recounted every special event and moment we shared the past few days. And she gave me this look. THE look. The look I didn't think I'd have to deal with until she was a teenager. And her words cut to the bone.
I don't want to just do stuff with you. I want to be with you.
Ouch.
All this time I'm thinking these fun events are meeting her needs when what she wants is my total attention. Not another craft. Not a water fight. A few minutes on my lap laughing about the word poop (I still don't understand why this word is funny) or reading a story.
So today, carve out fifteen minutes (or an hour--whatever) and sit still with your children. Read them a book. Tell them a story or silly jokes. Look through a photo album. Don't let phone calls or tidying up distract you. Sit still.
Every summer I tell myself, "this summer we are going to relax and enjoy." And then I fill our summer days with crazy fun activities but feel so harried getting to all the fun that by the end of the day, I wonder why I planned so much.
Please tell me I'm not alone!
Last week my daughter asked what we were doing for the day. So I told her of the big fun coming her way and she sighed. I asked what was wrong and she said she never gets to spend time with me.
Now to be honest, my mouth hit the floor. I'm a stay-at-home-mom. She gets to spend time with me, trust me! I launched into a very adult defensive mode where I recounted every special event and moment we shared the past few days. And she gave me this look. THE look. The look I didn't think I'd have to deal with until she was a teenager. And her words cut to the bone.
I don't want to just do stuff with you. I want to be with you.
Ouch.
All this time I'm thinking these fun events are meeting her needs when what she wants is my total attention. Not another craft. Not a water fight. A few minutes on my lap laughing about the word poop (I still don't understand why this word is funny) or reading a story.
So today, carve out fifteen minutes (or an hour--whatever) and sit still with your children. Read them a book. Tell them a story or silly jokes. Look through a photo album. Don't let phone calls or tidying up distract you. Sit still.
Monday, July 25, 2011
Music Monday: The Epilogues
The Epilogues are gonna be big, in my humble opinion. They are a band from Denver, CO (near me! YAY!) and their sound is kind of haunting but in a raw and beautiful way.
I'm not gonna lie, this is a "harder" sound than I generally suggest but I think they are worth a listen. And if you like 'em, head to Itunes and give their other work a listen.
Hunting Season
I'm not gonna lie, this is a "harder" sound than I generally suggest but I think they are worth a listen. And if you like 'em, head to Itunes and give their other work a listen.
Hunting Season
Friday, July 22, 2011
Fashion Friday: An Outfit Post
So I haven't posted an outfit in eons because the 30/30 pretty much turned me off from having my photo taken EVER again.
But I guess I'll go ahead and show you what I wore to the wedding I blabbed about in THIS post.
Like I stated in that post I wore a black dress. To a wedding. Yep. That's me breaking all the rules. Seriously, I bought this LBD at Target for $7. {Insert high five here}
But YAY for my team who totally cleaned up!
But I guess I'll go ahead and show you what I wore to the wedding I blabbed about in THIS post.
Like I stated in that post I wore a black dress. To a wedding. Yep. That's me breaking all the rules. Seriously, I bought this LBD at Target for $7. {Insert high five here}
So my brother-in-law totally thought these shoes were scandalous. I think they are hot. And the friend loaned me the cardi. The jewelry is from the Vera Wang collection at Kohls. I probably got some where around 9,742 compliments on the jewelry (and a few for the legs--nice little bonus).
Aren't the Falls lovely?
So for the Sunday event I wore this white jean, military jacket, wedge shoe combo. Hello awesome outfit. Of course I photograph like a real goofball so you'll have to trust me that it was awesome.
About the rehearsal dinner. I SO didn't wear what I picked to wear in the wedding gear post. And there was a bowling event that day where it was bowling for shots and winners had to drink and I, the girl who has never hit a pin before, did amazingly well.
Long story short, there are no photos of the rehearsal dinner outfit. It was a retro-pleated, plaid skirt, black top, and high heel boots. No photos because I was not in ANY condition to be photographed. Because in those photos I look bad.
A little something like this--totally unstable.
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| This is my alter-ego and my brother-in-law's alter ego. I promise we are generally more attractive than this. |
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Things I Love: Roller Derby
I've had one friend since I was entering kindergarten and we still talk. I'm sorry but how awesome is that?
Of course that seems to have nothing to do with roller derby but it does, I promise.
See here in Wyoming we don't have a huge population and the population that loves roller derby is considerably smaller. But my friend (the one from pre-k days) started a team in her town and now there are several in Wyoming and they get together and do bouts and share profits with charities. It's awesome.
If you don't know anything about roller derby then let me first say "WHAT?" Second, let me explain that it is a contact sport for hot women on roller skates. There are jammers and blockers and refs. Crazy uniforms and nicknames are essential.
It's kinda like a musical where you also get to kick ass. A. Mazing.
Anyhow I just love that there is an activity where women can get out, get in shape, rough each other up, have fun, and bring out the crowds while helping people.
If you see a sign for a derby, go. You'll thank me.
In the mean time, talk derby to me!
Of course that seems to have nothing to do with roller derby but it does, I promise.
See here in Wyoming we don't have a huge population and the population that loves roller derby is considerably smaller. But my friend (the one from pre-k days) started a team in her town and now there are several in Wyoming and they get together and do bouts and share profits with charities. It's awesome.
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| Reagan and Jina--28 years of friendship |
It's kinda like a musical where you also get to kick ass. A. Mazing.
Anyhow I just love that there is an activity where women can get out, get in shape, rough each other up, have fun, and bring out the crowds while helping people.
If you see a sign for a derby, go. You'll thank me.
In the mean time, talk derby to me!
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
What I Think About: Sister Ears
So a few weeks ago my sister sent me this message on Facebook. Literally. I copied and pasted this comment from Facebook.
The past few weeks, or maybe years, have just been a little hard for me what with being in school, having young children, my mom being sick ... While I have great friends and an amazing husband and supportive in-laws (yes, you read that correctly), sometimes the only person who can really "hear" me is my sister (quotation mark over use runs in the family. So does insanity).
I can call her when I'm ready to cry and she instantly knows if she should get me to laugh or let me cry. She knows when she can cry with me and when she has to be strong. She knows when she can laugh with me and when she can laugh at me. She gives advice when I need it but withholds it when I don't. She even knows the right things to say and do when I simply can't share with her what's wrong. Sometimes I literally just call her up and say I'm blue and that's as far as I go. And it's enough.
Because somehow her sister ears are tuned into my heart and she just gets me in a way that perhaps no one else can.
We've danced on paths of joy; we have walked on paths of sorrow. We have been best friends; we have been enemies. We are oil and water. If you just read that you'll see one common denominator. We have always been we.
We are sisters. Best friends. Kindred spirits.
What I think is that my sister, and her sister ears have monumentally made an impact on my life. I wouldn't be the woman I am if she wasn't the woman she is.
Randean, thank you for your sister ears.
Have a sister? Leave a comment about your favorite memory of her--or the time she helped you most. Forward a link to this blog to her just to say, "Hey, thanks for being who you are."
Thanks to Shell for hosting random heart thoughts!
Despite the fact that my sister and I both like to start sentences with "so" I just had to comment on this, um, comment.
The past few weeks, or maybe years, have just been a little hard for me what with being in school, having young children, my mom being sick ... While I have great friends and an amazing husband and supportive in-laws (yes, you read that correctly), sometimes the only person who can really "hear" me is my sister (quotation mark over use runs in the family. So does insanity).
I can call her when I'm ready to cry and she instantly knows if she should get me to laugh or let me cry. She knows when she can cry with me and when she has to be strong. She knows when she can laugh with me and when she can laugh at me. She gives advice when I need it but withholds it when I don't. She even knows the right things to say and do when I simply can't share with her what's wrong. Sometimes I literally just call her up and say I'm blue and that's as far as I go. And it's enough.
Because somehow her sister ears are tuned into my heart and she just gets me in a way that perhaps no one else can.
We've danced on paths of joy; we have walked on paths of sorrow. We have been best friends; we have been enemies. We are oil and water. If you just read that you'll see one common denominator. We have always been we.
We are sisters. Best friends. Kindred spirits.
What I think is that my sister, and her sister ears have monumentally made an impact on my life. I wouldn't be the woman I am if she wasn't the woman she is.
Randean, thank you for your sister ears.
Have a sister? Leave a comment about your favorite memory of her--or the time she helped you most. Forward a link to this blog to her just to say, "Hey, thanks for being who you are."
Thanks to Shell for hosting random heart thoughts!
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Days of Play: Flower Fairies
I'm one of those moms who thinks Family Fun magazine is one step away from pure genius. This idea is from them.
Essentially go for a walk and pick a few flowers and leaves. I don't about you but this sort of "nature walk" can take an hour with my kids so don't forget water and sunscreen.
When you get home, break out the glue and markers (and glitter because what fairy doesn't have glitter?) and make a flower fairy.
Here's a picture from Family Fun's site for a little inspiration:
What's great about this activity is any age kid can do it (well, any age past that age where everything goes into the mouth).
Just let your kid glue stuff down and then use all that pent up creativity to make a fairy. Or a fairy boat or a fairy house or a fairy pet ...
Essentially go for a walk and pick a few flowers and leaves. I don't about you but this sort of "nature walk" can take an hour with my kids so don't forget water and sunscreen.
When you get home, break out the glue and markers (and glitter because what fairy doesn't have glitter?) and make a flower fairy.
Here's a picture from Family Fun's site for a little inspiration:
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| Photo from Family Fun |
Just let your kid glue stuff down and then use all that pent up creativity to make a fairy. Or a fairy boat or a fairy house or a fairy pet ...
Monday, July 18, 2011
Music Monday: The Avett Brothers
If you've been on Earth for any amount of time and have access to a radio station then I'm going to go ahead and assume that you've heard of Mumford & Sons. If you haven't then I suggest you check them out. They are fun. Folksy.
But if you've heard Little Lion Man or The Cave so many times you'd like to throw the Sigh No More CD out the window but can't because you love the sound, then please, pretty pretty please, check out the Avett Brothers.
The Avett Brothers have a similar sound. And to be honest, I'm pretty sure that the Avett Brothers are just more proof that men with beards make good music.
So first up, I and Love and You. A classic. I love it. Makes me happy.
And of course there's Head Full of Doubt/Road Full of Promise. Who hasn't been there.
Enjoy some new music this Monday.
But if you've heard Little Lion Man or The Cave so many times you'd like to throw the Sigh No More CD out the window but can't because you love the sound, then please, pretty pretty please, check out the Avett Brothers.
The Avett Brothers have a similar sound. And to be honest, I'm pretty sure that the Avett Brothers are just more proof that men with beards make good music.
So first up, I and Love and You. A classic. I love it. Makes me happy.
And of course there's Head Full of Doubt/Road Full of Promise. Who hasn't been there.
Enjoy some new music this Monday.
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