Display Your Appreciation…Without Breaking the Bank!
Holidays are supposed to be about showing love to the people you care about, but many people fear the strain that many holidays may have on their wallet. You don’t need lots of money to show you care on Mother’s Day!
1) Your parents don’t get thanked for all they do often enough! Make a card or write your mom a heartfelt letter. Be specific about the things you love about her and write about the things that she has done to influence you. Honest and loving words can sometimes be the thing she remembers the most.
I feel like a zombie. I’m stressed, stretched too thin. Exhausted. I have so much on my mind…there are so many thoughts screaming through my head that I wish I could just turn my brain off for a while.
My jaw is sore from clenching my teeth so hard. Inside my head is loud. It’s one big perma-headache.
As I pack our lives into boxes and tape them shut I come across things that I forgot I had. Stuff of my mom’s that still hold her scent, papers and cards that bear her handwriting, things that trigger a flood of memories; nostalgia.
It’s easier when they’re tucked away in boxes, out of sight, out of mind. I like it better when I can keep them – and the memories that come with them – all under wraps, hidden, so I don’t have to deal with them. Continue reading
I have no motivation. “Who am I trying to impress?”
There are Corn Nuts in the house.
I love food. Simple.
There’s at least 35 fast food joints within a 1 mile radius.
I don’t eat during the day because I can’t remember.
After not eating all day (body in starvation mode) I gorge myself in the evening. Body. Stores. The. Fat
It’s too hard, wah wah wah!
I don’t like sweating.
My kids never eat all their food, so I have to eat what they leave. “Waste not, want not!”
There are Toaster Strudels in the house.
Exercise makes me tired. Wah wah WAH! Continue reading
After much debating and some patience, I actually bought myself a new lens for my SLR camera today.
It was pricey but hopefully, it will be a lens that I can grow into, setting aside the need for another one anytime soon.
I struggled with the decision to buy it partially because it’s not very Dave Ramsey like and partially because I want to make sure that my hope for joy doesn’t lie in owning this item. Ultimately, my joy must come from Christ.
In any case, it’s on its way. I am excited.
I’ve been listening to a podcast by James Beltz which has been extremely helpful in learning more photography and editing skills. The problem was that I had grown out of my equipment and was unable to practice new skills since I was limited by my camera.
Let me just say, I’m pretty impressed that I spelled “zucchini” correctly on the first try, that one always gets me!
Anyway, its been a while since I’ve actually gotten to cook! My dad was a professional chef back in his 20’s, and he loves to cook, so he’s been doing most of it around here.
But every now and then I’m still sneaking back into the kitchen. Especially since I’m trying to encourage him to eat just a little bit healthier.
But I made these quesadillas a week (or maybe two?) ago when I was still in Memphis. They are super cheap, and super easy.
Well, my blogging seems to have hit the back burner a bit these past few days. I’d love to say I’ve been crazy busy, but I really haven’t – I’ve just had nothing to say which, as my friends will say, is very unlike me.
I feel like my life is beyond boring at the moment… sure there are dramas here and there but nothing to write a full post about. For those of you who are interested, my week has consisted of the following things:
ASSIGNMENTS – It’s almost the end of my penultimate year of university, and the workload is steady and slow, but it requires so much more thought and organisation. This could be due to the fact that it’s all group work, and there are 5 more people to contend with other than myself.
Did you have an enemy or a bully when you were young?
Not really – I was teased in primary school but it was only childish taunts because I didn’t have the right make of shoes, or my pencil case was the wrong shape. In high school I tended to get on well with everyone – I had my own little circle, but I’d talk to anyone really.
If we had a falling out then the bullying used to start but the taunts targeted weight or complexion etc. But I never remember going home and crying about it. Then I dropped out of high school and got my HSE diploma through the GED test and now I even help writing tests to help other people.
Have you noticed how TV’s standards for nudity and general raunchiness are being relaxed in the worst sorts of ways?
For instance, ads for the “Girls Gone Wild” videos show sexually explicit acts with computer-graphic “modesty” squares over the crucial spots—the promise being that your purchased copy will have the same scenes but without those annoying squares.
The commercials themselves are still fairly titillating, as the tiny modesty graphics provide about as much coverage as the trampiest of bikinis.
…back in time to one of my older posts. This was one of my faves because I love ranting and raving. Plain and simple.
I’m dragging this one out from under the dust bunnies in the archives because I am out of town probably having an excruciatingly bad time trying to wrangle three children on a “vacation.”
What a wonderful opportunity to be lazy once again. Yay! So, just know, if I don’t reply to your comments as quickly as I usually do, it’s because I’m not actually here. Duh. So, thank you in advance.
OK. Now, I can kinda understand (though it makes me crazy) my 3 and 4 year old’s saying “yes maam” when they’re asked to do something and then completely ignoring me and doing something else.
On the other hand, I CANNOT get a handle on grown people doing the exact same thing. When you are on medication of any kind it is usually crucial to have some on hand.
I took quick advantage of having a car again yesterday and took Caitlin to the mall to go to the play area.
We’d never done this because of the fact that we’ve only gone to the mall on Saturday and Sunday nights and it was always filled with children who definitely exceed the 42″ maximum height and looked like they would eat her for breakfast along with their cocoa puffs.
So we’ve always passed it up, while she stared longingly at the large foam tree and listened to the screeching laughter of the other monsters children. Guilt has always eaten me alive by this.
I made plans to take her there yesterday and after getting the three of us cleaned and ready, off we went, just us. Just me. And two kids. Under two.