It’s no secret we’re all getting older. No matter who you are, every day you’re one day older than you were the day before. I’m entering my 39thyear next month and was thinking about all the things I do now that remind me I’m getting old-ish. The things on this list are things I’ve noticed myself and/or others doing that remind me I’m no spring chicken. See if you can relate.
Read MoreSeveral years ago, I took my boys to get haircuts at a salon. While there, a man came into the salon advertising wholesale beef and chicken. (You guys, I know.) He wasn’t just selling it; he was declaring it to the world. This meat was top grade and the deal we’d get was even better. He claimed he was delivering to restaurants in the area and had a surplus he was willing to sell for a discounted price. He was persuasive, he was high energy, he had a binder. What more information did I need?
Read MoreSometimes we just need to laugh, am I right? The world's problems are so stinkin' heavy if we think about them too long it can be soul crushing. So today, I thought I'd take you back to a simpler time. A time when awkwardness covered me like a blanket. A time when modesty and dignity were stripped from me. It was that time I went to a spa in Mexico...some of you may remember...
Read MoreDo you become a different person on vacation? Maybe you’re not a different person, per say, maybe just a more restful, relaxed version of yourself. After all, that’s what vacation is for, right? To RELAX, to decompress from real life, to take a break from the rigorous daily routine, to enjoy the fruits of our labor. We work hard for that vacation so we want to enjoy it!
Read MorePeople of Nashville, I wanted to make you aware of a clothing crisis going on in our area. I wouldn’t have believed it had I not seen it with my own eyes. From what I can tell it’s affecting women ages 16-29, roughly, but who knows how fast it could spread to our children.
Read MoreDear Tummy-Tum-Tum-
I’m writing to you to apologize. I have been horrible to you these last few weeks. I’m reminded of how ugly I’ve been to you every night when I’m getting ready for bed. As I peel off my skinny jeans, that will seemingly never go out of style much to my thighs disappointment, I look down at you. Oh, honey. It looks as if you’ve been tied up in bondage all day. My jeans have basically left rope burns all over you. I could cry for you, you sweet bowl of jelly. My jeans have been taking advantage of your squishiness and I’m tired of it.
Read MoreAfter 3 years, I finally caved. She’s been asking for 3 blessed years and because she doesn’t have much else on her list, she’s going to get that thing she’s been wanting. It is against my better judgment to let Santa bring this thing into our home but what am I to do? I’m already nixing the waterbed off Blake’s list, shouldn’t at least one of my kids get what they want? Paxton’s easy, his list can be bought in the electronic department of Target in a day. But my girl, sigh, she’s pining for this one thing and this is the year she’s gonna get it. She’s gonna be STOKED! What’s the “thing”, you ask?
Read MoreBlake is always my most vocal child when it comes to what he wants for Christmas. He’s quick to make a list but I can’t shop too early because chances are he’s going to change his mind. There’s one thing on his list this year that has stayed the same. I keep waiting for him to decide he doesn’t want it anymore and cross it off the list. Unfortunately for me, this hasn’t happened yet. As a matter of fact, it’s the #1 thing he wants this year. Any guesses as to what it is?
“OBJ jersey?” No. He’s already got one of those.
“Video games?” Nope.
“Football cards?” Please, baby Jesus, no. We’ve got enough.
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