Saturday, July 28, 2012


So, today has been a really weird day.  I am exhausted because the princess isn't sleeping well at night.  I am up and down with her all night.  Logan has an ear infection and pink eye and Jacob is sick with some respiratory thing.  Between being so tired, taking care of sick people, and taking care of two hyper and healthy children a person needs an escape.  So, I grabbed the headphones, plugged them into my lap top, and listened to some music.  I have heard one song  by the band Nero and love it, so I thought I'd check out more music by them. They are a British electronic group.  Why is it that Europe has such great music??  Anyway, I listened to other songs by them and really loved them! They will definitely be added to my iPod soon!

You have probably heard small parts of the song "Promises" in commercials. I first heard this song maybe a year ago and loved it.  If you haven't heard this song you should check it out. Other great songs are "Innocence," "Me and You," and "Must Be The Feeling."  A lot of it reminds me of music I listened to over 20 years ago.

Good stuff. ;)

Thursday, July 26, 2012


It's hot.

I have a house full of snotty children.

A baby who isn't sleeping!

I don't feel well either.

I was walking through the dining area and stepped on something that felt like a thumb tack.  It hurt.  It went way up inside my foot.  Yup, it hurt.  I got down on my hands and knees and tried to find whatever it was, but could find nothing.  Hmmm . . .

Busting my elbows on doorknobs.  Somehow managing to step foot inside a sit-com and busting my head on the pantry door. (Don't ask.)

It has been one crazy week . . . one crazy month!

The word "bored" is NOT in our vocabulary.

I wonder what stories I'll have to share next week! ;)

Bring it on!

Sunday, July 22, 2012


When Jacob and I first got married we lived in Chickasha.  He was offered a job at UCO and we moved to the City.  We lived in a two bedroom apartment across the hall from two sweet old ladies. They were sisters and they were so funny together.  I remember taking Alex across the hall to visit them about once a week.  They loved him!

One day while I was there they started telling me about how they never saw each other when they were younger. "We have always been so close," One would say.  The other would then shake her head and raise her hand and say, "In spirit, that is.  NOT in distance."  The other would reply, "YES!"  (Did I mention that they were so funny!)  They went on to tell me that they lived in different states, far away from each other.  "We grew up being best friends and it was hard not seeing her."  They tried to see each other every two or  three years. "It wasn't until we were old and our children didn't want us living on our own that we were brought back together," One would say.  The other would say, "Yes, and now I don't get five minutes to myself because she is always here."  They would slap each other's legs and laugh.

Why am I sharing this? This story makes me think of my best friend.  We don't live in different states, but honestly, at times it feels like we live on different continents with a giant ocean separating us. My husband always talks about how women argue and fight and get mad at each other--I can't argue with that.  It's true.  We do.  We are just a bundle of emotions.  We get our feelings hurt and we can easily get mad at friends we love so much--but a best friend is like a sister . . . just llike these two elderly women I mentioned.  You might get mad but you still love them . . . and you get over it.  You talk about it and work it out and go on loving each other.  (Getting off topic . . .) I am missing my best friends these days.  It is what it is right now and we are doing the best we can to talk, email, text.

BUT--I have dreams of telling stories with her one day when we're old.  Of laughing and slapping each other and picking on each other.
To my Liv--as the saying goes, if it's meant to be it will be.  And, sister, I BELIEVE with all my heart that it's meant to be.  (Otherwise why would we feel the way we feel RIGHT now?  HUH? Yes, I'm asking!)

I want my best friend to know that I love her and miss her.  I want to thank her for putting forth all the effort it takes to have along distance relationship. I also want to thank her for sticking by me, like a sister, even when she wants to smack me!

You're not just my best friend, Liv, you're my sister.

And sisters are forever!

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

A Brand New Day

She pours herself a cup of coffee and sighs as she looks at the clock. It's 6:10 a.m. The baby hasn't been sleeping well at night and the days have been so busy.  There are so many decisions to make about so many things and too much going on in general.  She isn't bursting with energy--far from it! The house is quiet as the children lay in their beds dreaming.  She hasn't had one moment to herself in a couple of weeks so she decides to take her coffee outside and drink it on the porch.

"Five minutes to myself," she whispers.

She sits on the porch step and cradles her coffee with both hands. The street is quiet.  A slight breeze blows through the trees and they wave as if saying "Good morning."  She takes a sip of her coffee as she tries to sort out everything going on in her world.  Over the past couple of days her stress level has risen and everything going on feels like a huge jumbled mess in her mind. Life was usually one obstacle after another but for some reason her little family has been hit with several things at once and her goal was to just stay busy.

A bird begins to sing as she takes another sip of her coffee.  She feels the tears sting her eyes and tries to force them away. It seems more difficult than usual. She takes a deep breath as the overwhelming feeling takes over.  She lets herself have a much deserved moment of weakness and begins to cry.

She cries for a few minutes as her thoughts race and then, out of the corner of her eye, something catches her attention. Light is dancing through the branches of a little tree.  She stands up and steps into the yard where she sees the sun still low in the sky. The symbol of a brand new day.

She takes another deep breath and smiles.  She turns and walks back inside where she is greeted by smiling little faces.

Time to start a another day.