Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Truffs this week

So, today I'm kinda finding myself as a copy cat. 

I have a blogger friend who sends out a weekly newsletter of what she found to be true that week.  Its become one of my favorite things to read each week.  So much so, that I will always mark my eNewsletter from her "unread" until I'm in a place to fully digest the meatyness that builds up my week.

In light of her awesomeness, I thought (since I've not found anything else that I want to publically write about this week) that I would share some gems I've come across.  Maybe I'll start something new.  Maybe not.

So, here's a couple nuggets I've found interesting this week:

  • - mom and I had a conversation recently based on a Facebook post I saw - "being a mom is hard.  being a grown-up is hard.  being a mom of grown ups is really hard."  She was at dinner with grown-up friends, I'm sure they enjoyed the topic at my expense.
  • Played on repeat today - - but if I'm being honest, yesterday my day played out to the tune of Red Hot Chili Peppers because there was a piano lesson going on outside my office and the song they were learning was the Sesame Street theme song - rinse and repeat!
  • Cajun Potato Soup - I made this for dinner last night - next time I'm leaving out the Italian Seasoning
  • Crystal Bridges has a FREE outdoor concert this Saturday evening - and, its a Bluegrass band from Texas...I'm kinda geeking out - bluegrass, free, outdoor, summer night (these are a few of my favorite things!)

Saturday, July 5, 2014


Do you ever experience loneliness? 
When does it kick in?  Is there a trigger, or is it just a feeling?

I find myself wondering these things often.  Maybe its just the empty Saturday schedule or the fact that my world is a little less "busy" these days, but I don't do "idle" or "still" very well. 

And, I guess that its not fair to think about being lonely because I'm not surrounded by people.  As if loneliness is a result of something someone else did to me.  Either way, its not a fun feeling.  I mean, I look around and I see a full email box, I've spent my morning responding to a slew of text messages, I've had an hour long phone call with my aunt, and Facebook tells me I have 1,889 friends.  So, my life should be full right? 

I've spent the morning looking through Facebook, Instagram and Twitter.  People gathered last night in groups, pods of people, to cook out, swim and celebrate.  Those same groups are gathered this morning with donuts and homemade casseroles continuing the celebration. 

I miss my Arkadelphia people on a weekend that included Independence Day.  I mourn the traditional (and creative) celebrations we had.  I miss not having to wonder how I'm going to spend the day or with whom I'll be.  I miss not feeling like I'm intruding to invite myself along for the festivities.  I miss planning random pay dates and excursions.

Its my own fault.  I had people try and include me and I said "no".  I was waiting for a better offer.  Not better, just the one I wanted. 

I'm grumpy.  I'm tired of striving.  I'm not myself and I want to be more. 

I've had 2 weeks of laziness in the evenings and its time to take back my world.  This week I'm going to clean out.  I'm going to get myself ready for a sewing fest.  I'm going to be busy and productive and if my world is not surrounded with people interaction, I'll fill the time to make a difference. 

And, I'm pretty sure I need to stay off Facebook today.  A girl has got to know her emotional boundaries and today, the art of comparison is mine.


Wednesday, July 2, 2014


All I can say is AMEN

Dude to dude this is a good one.

This great article circulated on FB last week and I thought I'd share. I'm sure my single ladies would agree. 

Its an interesting thing dating when you're a grown up.

Saturday, June 21, 2014

drowning out in-security

Lately I've found myself enamored by my friends who are moms.  Its funny to think about the girls that I've known since high school who I drove to Sonic with for after school snacks or sat in the stands with and played powder puff against.  Or, the girls who I explored crazy shenanigans with in college raising some little ones of their own.

But, its more like an out of body experience thinking about them having the title we always talked about and dreamt about.  More than that, for me, its been the reality of watching the layers of being a woman unfold.  For most of our lives we've shared some form of insecurity.  Most of it was related to body image.  Even as little girls, we were opinionated about what colors we would wear, when we were too old for ruffles, how big our purses were and what kinds of shoes we had on.  When we got to middle school, our judgments began to wear brands and we knew whether we were part of the haves or the have nots based on the letters on our purse or the boots on our feet.  Once we got to high school, cliques really began to form and the kids who "had it together" were divided by whether they were in athletics, cheered for the athletes or just sat in the stands.  We got to our sophomore year and wheels began to define us, name brands resurfaced and which neighborhood you gathered in on a Friday night said whether you were a good kid or a bad one.  Our self image began to waffle and we never balanced on the fact that we were "enough".  Then the college letters began to roll in, we had to start really thinking about what we wanted to be when we grew up and summer jobs defined our work ethic and our social status.  Senior year was a blur.  We packed as many social experiences as we could into one year and before we knew it pomp and circumstance was in our rearview mirror and that lousy song that defined the "class of 2000" would not quit playing on the radio. 

Then we went to college.  We feared being the awkward kid, we wondered if the upper classmen guys would think we were cute enough and the matching bedspreads in our dorm room were the only way to begin a connection.  We starved ourselves and we ate weird diets.  All of which were blown with late night trips to Taco Bell and the Truck Stop.  We experimented with love.  We had heart break.  We decided to only be friends with girls and then dumped those girls when the right guy came along with a better offer.  We dreamed, we studied (yes, that's what we were there for after all), we took tests, we advanced toward our future careers. 

We became women; young adults. Our life experiences broadened and we found new things to define us, to group us and to be insecure about.

Then, we split again and went our separate ways, clinging to the memories we made together as the common thread that would bind us for the remainder of life. 

And then it happened....LIFE.

Bad bridesmaids dresses led to yummy baby shower punch.  Big moves at work led to new cities for girls weekends and shopping trips.  Aging parents and grandparents led to support in difficult times and the inevitable surprise 30th birthday parties. 

But along the way, we picked up something....our grown up version of insecurities.  Cocoa Butter cream and wrinkle remover face wash have found their way into our nightly beauty routine.  The length of our shorts got a little longer and most of our summer shirts bear sleeves.  Its our way of protecting ourselves from looking back at childhood pictures with our kids and being more concerned about the wrinkles from sun on our chest and our "overly muscular" arms.  We'll miss the moment of elation on their face at their first birthday party our or annual picture at the pumpkin patch because we will remember the reasons why 32 put more wrinkles in our crow's nest.

Its what we do...we're women.

But, this morning, I ran across an article.  THIS ARTICLE from (I'm giving you permission to click the link and read it fully before you come back)

This summer I've seen more and more of my friends commit to making sure they take the time to remember this summer.  They want to be "fun moms", not moms who sit by the pool covered up under an umbrella, but moms who jump feet first off the diving board.  Moms who make a list of memories they intentionally wanna create with their kiddos this summer.  Some are commemorating them with their own hashtag on instagram (phrases none of us ever saw coming).  Some are taking lots of pictures to make summer fun photo books.  Others are putting their phone down and being fully present.

Its doesn't really matter how they are "recording" it, their kids will forever remember it and frankly, the laughter of their kiddos will drown out the sounds of insecurities any day.