In my personal opinion, my life is really just beginning. It was five years ago yesterday that my husband proposed to me in our backyard.
We now have two beautiful and crazy little boys. We have a home, a dog, good jobs, good health, cars, and all those other blessings we tend to forget about when things start going a way we don’t expect.
To commemorate my 34th birthday, I wanted to write about 34 things I have learned in my 34 years here on Earth.
Disclaimer: If you do not agree with these points, I honestly don’t care.… CONTINUE READING
I wrote a little on my Facebook page last week about my issues with depression before I had kids. I heard about Kate Spade, the woman I literally thought had it all, committing suicide and I really flashed back to some years of my life that were less than desirable.
I feel that over the last eight or so years, I’ve learned a lot about myself as a human. I went from being in a deep depression and funk that led me down a bad path to finally seeing the light and learning who I really was.
It’s been one hell of a week. If you follow me on Facebook, you know my sweet baby boy Simon, who is only seven months old, was in the hospital for two days last week. He had bronchiolitis but is feeling much better now and acting like his sweet self. Thank goodness.
Disclaimer: When the pediatrician came in the room and told me that he was admitting Simon to the hospital, I straight up cried. Like didn’t even hold it together for my kid. Ugly cried in the monkey room at Dr. Houston’s Office. For at least 5 minutes.
On top of all that, these next couple weeks are a big transition for my family.… CONTINUE READING
I don’t talk about my husband a lot on my blog. When I started writing about my life and being a parent, I left him out of the mix. He 100% supports me and my blog, but he didn’t sign up to have his life broadcast to thousands of people a week.
But today, I do want to write about him. I promise I won’t throw you under the bus, Logan. 😉
Disclaimer: He has no clue I’m writing this so he will read it the same time you do.
Today is the day. The first day of the Holiday Hangover.
You know, the week between Christmas and New Year’s Day. The week where you sit in the aftermath of mountains of toys, wondering how the hell you gained ten pounds in four days and if there is anymore fudge left in that tin in the kitchen.
There is always such a build up. This year, it seemed like the Christmas trees were up the day after Halloween.
DID YOU FORGET ABOUT THANKSGIVING, CORPORATE AMERICA?
Let’s look at the three phases that lead to the Holiday Hangover.
The “I Love Christmas Music” Phase: This starts soon after Thanksgiving.
As a 33-year-old woman living in Kentucky, that has always seemed like a very dirty word to me. Any time it is brought up in a conversation, it is always in a negative context. It was a word that made me shudder and think “gross.”
To me it came across as an overly aggressive, angry, uptight, man-hating woman.
Now, don’t stop reading. Hear me out.
I have never looked up the definition of feminism. I haven’t studied it. I haven’t had a conversation based solely on feminism. It just wasn’t a topic that I thought about a lot.
To be honest, I didn’t want to learn about feminism because to me it was unappealing and foul.… CONTINUE READING