Reflecting

Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about my grandma.

And getting rid of mirrors.

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The Truth Won’t Set You Free

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Cool and vampish, right? Long toenails, not so much. Apparently.

Truth is scary. No, it is. I was in the bedroom, under Sweet Baby James’ poster, sitting crosslegged with my BFF. (Back then, we called them “best friends.”  I’m being “current” here, amiright?) Anyway, something weighed on her mind.

BFF’s big reveal turned out to be that “everyone” was talking about my long nails. I’m thinking in a good way, right? Because my nails were long. The longest.  And surely the envy in my highschool universe. Take that, nailbiters. I win! But, no. The buzz from “everyone” was sadly about my TOE nails! She used words like “disgusting” and spoke for

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A Snowy Day and a Loaf of Bread

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The office is closed, the kids are geared up for a day outdoors, and the snowblowers are humming.  But, sometimes, the best thing about a Snow Day is what’s happening in the kitchen. What’s your go-to comfort food (or drink)? Please share your Snow Day indulgences in the comments. I’d love to know how you spend them, and, more importantly, what you’re eating.

Growing up, I remember coming in from playing in the snow and eating my mom’s homemade Potato Soup. (I’m assuming that potatoes, onions, and milk were supplies she kept on hand.) On Snow Days, my daughter’s family toasts marshmallows in their fireplace for S’mores. (Toasted marshmallows and chocolate bars smashed between two graham crackers).

I like to embrace the delusion that Snow Days are similar to that incredible dream where you’re at a smorgasbord with every imaginable food, tasting everything in sight because you know it’s a dream and you can. In other words, I feel free to stray from my usual low-carb fare simply because IT’S A SNOW DAY! Continue reading

One Not-Quite-A-Hit Wonder

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You may be wondering why Jesus is frolicking with children who are wearing vintage swimwear…and where Jesus is the other nine months

In the Stone Ages, when I proposed this book idea to a Christian publisher, I had a series in mind. I’ll write these little gems for each of the four seasons. They will be full of faith building stories, along with activities for toddlers and preschoolers to do with a parent. The message was that whatever you do, Jesus is with you, thus the title. (And, yes, I realize it is grammatically incorrect. That’s called “poetic license,” right?)

So, I signed the contract for the first one,  Jesus and Me in The Summer and began the thinking stage for Jesus and Me in the Fall (pumpkins!), Jesus and Me in the Winter (Don’t even!) and Jesus and me in the Spring (Think marigolds in styrofoam cups!).

But, in the end, “moderate sales” weren’t enough to pursue three more books. Sadly, Jesus and Me in The Summer was my one not-quite-a-hit wonder. Continue reading

Nasty Blogger. Umm…

I’m skipping through the blogosphere, passing sunsets, kittens, and homeschoolers’ tales when I slam into a blogger who has a thing or two to tell ignorant new bloggers. I’m all ears, because, yes, I am an ignorant new blogger. I see myself all over his rants about what I’m doing wrong.

In fact, Nasty Blogger seems to be referring to such people making these errors as  “blogwhores.” (Hmmm.  Who knew there were angry people in the world? And, even in my friendly WordPress blogosphere?) Admittedly, it brought my lah-di-dah prance to a halt.

But, I am not offended. (Who would be offended by someone calling them a whore, right?) I know this is just one blogger’s opinion. One blogger who probably needs a hug. Or Jesus. Thanks fellow blogger. So helpful.

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I’m Funnier In My Head

The kind of humor I like is the kind that makes me laugh for five seconds and think for ten minutes.

– William Davis

First, I don’t know who William Davis is. That may give you a hint at my intellect. Second, I do not care. No, not even enough to google his name.

The kind of humor I like is the kind that makes me laugh. The end.

– Jennie Todd, blogger wannabe

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Be kind to your elders…uh, self

Ever try to teach an elderly parent how to perform the simplest task on their new tablet or computer? My mom (ok, she’s 92), is notorious for having documents “just disappear.” She has repeatedly told me and my siblings that her “writer” isn’t working. (What does that even mean?)

My father-in-law swears his new tablet doesn’t respond to the touch of his fingers. And although my husband set up a contact list and showed him all he has to do is touch the white envelope with the @ sign to send a relative an e-mail, he keeps his tablet in a drawer. It’s “too much to remember.”

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Social Anxiety Disorder (not social disease)

“I hate days when I have to go places and do stuff.”

2016-01-04 18.55.08I’m not what you’d call mentally ill, but let’s face it, there are days when I’m not exactly mentally healthy either. Usually days when I have to “go places and do stuff.”

Because I have an actual magnet on my frig with that quote, I know I’m not the only one. (Magnets, Inc. probably didn’t make it just for me.)

Luckily, my life can often be contained within my cozy home. Blue Apron can deliver meals. I can order other essentials at Box.com and have them dropped off on my porch within two days. So, my self-diagnosed social anxiety (not social disease as one unnamed relative refers to it. Ick.) often goes unseen. But yesterday was not that day. Errands. Sigh.

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