Tag: marriage

Why I moped around today.

Why I moped around today.

When I started blogging, I decided that I’d never write out of obligation, just for the sake of posting every day. I don’t want this blog to be full of “fluff.” This summer was great, but left me a little worn down and with not much to say…Until…

Well, I turn 30 tomorrow, and I have a lot to say about it. 

Now, to all of you in your 40’s, 50’s and beyond, 30 is laughable. But today, I’m not laughing. 

Nor was I was this morning, when I spent a lot of time moping around. I’m so ashamed…

The Bearded Man finally called me out on it. He’ll be 40 in February, so he has little sympathy for my plight. He asked what was stressing me out so much, and it was hard to pinpoint exactly what it was. I shared that a lot of it was knowing that my “prime” is over. My prime childbearing years are coming to an end in 5-10 years. I’ll never look as good as I did “back then”, and frankly I didn’t even look that good back then. 😂  Can I have a do over?

 Don’t even get me started on the rapid slowing of my metabolism, and the collection of extra weight in the wrong places. I shared with my healthcare provider recently, that losing weight is so stinkin’ hard compared to 5-10 years ago. She gave me a knowing nod. When I shared my anxieties with The Bearded Man, he quickly replied in his southern accent, “Babe, just cuz ya turn 30, doesn’t mean ya gotta let yourself go!” He’s so right. He loves me no matter what, but I don’t have to let myself go. I’ll just have to walk a little more. Cut back on portions. Be more vigilant with the anti-aging products. Please tell that’s all I need to do…😊

I think my anxieties are stemming from feeling like it’s all “downhill” from here. I’m getting older. My kids are growing up way too fast. We haven’t built our dream house yet. We aren’t debt free yet. I haven’t done this or that…

But then, God gently started reminding me of all that I have accomplished with His grace and mercy. 

I’ve had the privilege of walking with God most of my life. He’s never abandoned me, even when I pushed Him away. He’s kept His loving hand on my life, even when I’ve struggled with fear and unbelief. Amazing love. 


I’ve been married to the love of my life for almost 10 years. We’ve surpassed the national average on how long most marriages last. We have our problems, but I can honestly say, marriage is getting better everyday. He loves me unconditionally and has never threatened to leave. I would’ve left me a long time ago. My heart still flutters a little when his truck pulls in the driveway in the evenings. There’s nothing like curling up with him at the end of a hard day. 

I’ve been blessed with 3 beautiful children on this Earth and 1 in heaven. Many women at my age are still questioning whether they will ever get to be Mother’s. My children make me crazy and bring me so much joy and happiness. I became a Mom at 22, and it was the best day of my life. 


There’s no doubt in my mind, that God made me a to be a Mother. We ordered Chinese tonight, and ate it outside to soak up the beautiful weather. These kiddos are so precious, and I can’t imagine life without them. 


I don’t have a brag worthy career, or a big pay-check, but I get to be both their Mother and their Educator. That is such a privilege, and I don’t take it lightly. Homeschooling is hard, and the paycheck stinks, but I am so incredibly blessed to be able to do it. 


I don’t have the body of my dreams, and it’s not likely I will anytime soon, but I’m healthy. I can take care of my kids, clean the house, go for walks, even run a little (just don’t make me), and I’m just fine. Praise God for good health, because not everyone has that in their lives. 

We may not have built our dream home, but we own a home. That in itself is a huge blessing and accomplishment. It keeps us safe and warm, and is full of laughter and too many toys. I wouldn’t have it any other way. 

We aren’t debt free yet, partly to our bad choices and partly to circumstances beyond our control, but we are working towards it together. We have a common goal in mind, and don’t fight about money. We just don’t have any. 😎

I haven’t traveled as many places as I imagined I would, but I have built a life I don’t feel like I need a vacation from. Sure, we enjoy the occasional weekend trip, but my life isn’t a constant state of waiting to “get away from it all.” 

We have friends and family that love and support us. I don’t surround myself with a slew of people, but have built quality relationships. 

By posting all of this, I’m not trying to humble-brag, but genuinely give God the glory for what He  has allowed in my 30 years. I know with His grace and mercy, my future doesn’t have to go “downhill” but as Tim McGraw once sang, “My next 30 years will be the best years of my life!”

That will be in your head all evening now. You’re welcome. 

Here’s to turning 30! 

Mother’s Day blessings for an imperfect Mom. 

Mother’s Day blessings for an imperfect Mom. 

I hope everyone had an awesome Mothers Day! The Bearded Man really outdid himself this year! I noticed early last week, that he was doing a lot of texting. I kept asking what was going on, and he would just ignore me or tell me not to worry about it. The thing about me is, I don’t let stuff go. I kept on prying, until I got it out of him. He and my friend Christine’s husband, were planning to send us out for Mothers Day. 

We ended up going to get pedicures. We are some of the most cheap and practical women on the planet, so spending 30 dollars on our feet doesn’t happen often. I hadn’t had a pedicure in over 7 years. It was a fun, semi-embarrassing experience! I realized later on, that we spent most of the time talking about our kids. Anyone else do that when you finally get out? 

After our feet were finished, we left and went to a festival going on in town. Walking around without the kids sounded exciting. Once I got there though, I wasn’t sure what to do with myself. I’m so used to pushing a stroller, or lugging a baby on my hip. We kept pointing out things that our kids would like. We were in line to get ice cream, and saw a man walking around with a pet monkey on his shoulder. That’s when we decided to call the Dad’s. We just needed our kids to come see the monkey. 

Once the Dads and kids arrived, we were comfortable and in our elements again. We came to the conclusion, that life is so much more fun when you view things through the eyes of a child. Kids make things even more fun than they already are. So I finally got my hour away, and that was just enough to make me realize how much I enjoy my kids. They know we love them, but they also need to know that we enjoy their company. That’s something this sometimes grumpy Mama doesn’t convey well. 

We had dinner at McDonald’s, because sometimes you just need some of their awesome french fries. Somehow I never realized that the kiddy cones are free? Can I just get 10 kiddy comes, please? 



Sunday morning, I was greeted with doughnuts for breakfast, and a card made by Keira. What I loved the most about this card, is that she utilized the cursive we’ve been working so hard on this year! That was the best Mother’s Day present of all. She even made a pocket to slide her baby picture in, and included a piece of candy. I love seeing their little love languages come out as they grow! 


We went to Church and then came home to do some landscaping. We laid down newspaper in the flower beds to hopefully prevent weeds?! We’Il see 😉 We then planted flowers and mulched. The kids used their gator to haul mulch to us. It was a fun and tiring afternoon. 

When we were cleaning up the yard, Matthew hopped in the truck with Rich and I could see him looking out the window, grinning from ear to ear. Just sitting in the truck with his Daddy made him the happiest kid in the world. I got a little teary eyed watching the two of them. Sometimes when I watch my kids play, I get overwhelmed at how incredibly blessed we are. 

Before I had kids, I imagined being the perfect Mom. I wanted to do and be so many things. Here we are, fighting the battles of sleep, eating vegetables, and chores. I go to bed so many nights feeling like I failed my kids. God knew I wasn’t perfect when He blessed me with them. He did it anyway, and I’m so grateful. 💜

Cheap and Old

So for the first time since Elijah was born, the Bearded Man and I had a date. Just the two of us. He suggested that I get all dressed up, so that’s what I did. 

He wore camouflage.

What in the world?

We went to a popular chain restaurant that serves pasta. I used to go crazy for this restaurant, but based on our experience yesterday, we realized that we’ve gotten too cheap and old to cough up 40 bucks for dinner. When I quit my job to stay home with our firstborn, one of the first things to go was eating at restaurants. Over the years, I’ve learned to make things at home out of necessity. 

When we first arrived, we were seated right beside a large, noisy family. My worst nightmare. The Dad was blowing his nose while I tried to figure out what I wanted to order. That set the tone for our dinner. If you blow your nose while other people are eating, then stop. Just stop. I’m trying to eat, and all I can think about is your mucous. Stop. 

Our waiter was really sweet. He of course offered to get us each a glass of wine, and we just looked at each other like “yea right” and ordered peach tea. After he left to get our drinks, we dove in for the breadsticks. That’s when things started going south. It was obvious the breadsticks were reheated from the day before. I didn’t say anything to the waiter. I used to be a waitress in High School, it’s never the waiter/waitresses fault when the food is less than awesome. I kept saying, “I can make better breadsticks than this…”

He then brought out the salad. My favorite part. It was good, but honestly, I kept saying, “I could make this at home…”

We each ordered the same thing(we’re so cool),a trio of different Italian dishes. It was good, but not the amazing pasta I had remembered from years before. I kept thinking, “I could make this stuff at home…”

The Bearded Man complained that his chair was hard. Then it happened. We gave each other a knowing look. We’re getting old way too young. I had to wonder if the food was really the issue, or have I gotten too cheap to spend that much on dinner and enjoy it. Yes, 40 dollars is a lot in my opinion. I could make pasta and reheated breadsticks for a week on that. So my question is, has anyone else experienced this? Is there hope for us? Will eating at a restaurant ever be the same again? I used to joke that we never went out because my Husband was too cheap. Now I realize it’s me. I’m cheap…and maybe a little old. 

  
My handsome date. I wonder if anyone is ever scared when he rolls up in somewhere? 

9 Reasons to Marry a Weirdo

  

  
It’s no secret that when people start dating, they want the “fun” person who tends to be the center of attention. I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with those people, but they aren’t the only ones with a lot to offer. Often, when you’re the quiet type, you get overlooked, and labeled as a “weirdo.” Don’t even lie and act like you haven’t said that about me at one time or another….Jesus is watching. So before you rule out dating the quiet weirdo, let’s discuss some advantages;

1. No one will try to steal me from you. 

I can’t make eye contact with another human being long enough for that to happen. Besides, most people don’t even realize I exist. 

2. I’ll never walk out on you.

It was hard enough finding you. Also, I don’t like leaving the house. 

3. Life with me is hilarious.

Not as in an intentional comedian funny. But a wrong place at the wrong time, toilet paper on my shoe kind of funny. Life with me is a lot of laughs, sadly at my expense. 

4. I’m observant. 

The thing about being a weirdo, is it leaves me plenty of time to observe. Is that creepy? Well, I’ll observe you, and pay attention to your likes and dislikes. I’ll use that to make you very happy. 

5. I’m a cheap date.

Since going out in public isn’t always a risk I’m willing to take, I’m fine with Netlfix and pizza at home. Actually, that sounds heavenly. 

6. Being a wallflower is underrated.

Seriously, spend some time in the corner with me. Weddings are a hoot. People take that “dance like no one is watching” advice literally. Everyone is getting tipsy except us. After awhile, it’s like watching a bunch of monkeys in a zoo. It’s almost as bad as the prom, except now the alcohol and tanning bed abuse is evident. I’ll slow dance with you a couple times, but I’m not joining the circus. 

7. Being invisible has its advantages. 

So it’s no secret that weirdos aren’t exactly the star of the show. That’s ok! We see and learn so much about people and the world, because we aren’t constantly blathering on just hear ourselves. We tend to be better listeners. We can sneak in and out of social functions like ninjas. Also, see point number 1. 

8. I mean what I say. 

I don’t spend a lot of time filling up a room with empty words and talking over other people. Sometimes people that talk too much, don’t even make sense or realize half of what they’re spouting off. I may struggle with the right words, but if I say something, it’s because it’s on my heart. You’ll never have to worry about your brain turning to mush or your eyes glazing over because I don’t know when to put a cork in it. 

9. I can cook. 

All those years staying at home on Saturday nights finally paid off. Cooking is becoming a lost art. Seriously, marry someone that can cook, or you’re going to be eating a lot of frozen pizza. 

I’m thankful that I found someone whose weirdness *almost* matches my own. 10 years, and 3 kids in, we are still crazy about each other. He’s the peanut butter to my jelly. You might be making fun of us, but that’s ok, because we’re sitting in the corner making fun of you. 

Share with a weirdo you love! 💜💜

Photo credit goes to the amazing Margi, at http://www.margielizabethphotography.com/