A few weeks ago I sent this text to a friend... "If my life were a Hallmark movie, yesterday was day when the lead character learns the ropes of farm(ish) life from her dad. The montage would include her learning to drive a tractor. Red of course. Pruning lilac, weigela and rose bushes. Dropping off loads of brush at the burn pile. Wrestling a giant blackberry bush and losing. Giving the neighbors dog a bath. Said dog shaking off bath water in the kitchen. Laughing on the porch with her dad. Dad losing his balance and falling. Resetting dad's dislocated pinky. Girl driving to town to grab dinner for the family and randomly running into her love interest where they banter and grab a quick drink."
Category: My Funny Little Life
An open apology to my friends with kids.
Dear Friends, Family and Loved Ones with children, Please accept this note as my formal apology if you have ever felt judged by me on your parenting skills. At any point in our friendship. Ever. Let me also apologize for any comments I have made to you or your child that felt hurtful, unhelpful or unkind. Especially those that might have come in the heat of battle. Or in that last moment of sanity. Or after the crappiest day possible. Please accept this heartfelt and humbled out apology. Forgive me, I had no idea. Love, Love, Love, Your childless friend who just fostered a teenager
Why I Became a Foster Person
About six years ago I was lying in bed at my new apartment. I was all snuggled up under the covers, the last box unpacked and everything in it's place. And a thought popped into my head. If I'm still single in five years...I should look into fostering. And then I drifted off to sleep.
Plot Twist
Yesterday morning my dad had a heart attack. He hadn’t been feeling right so he stopped by the walk-in clinic before work. Turns out the stints he had put in 13 years ago were clogged to brim so the doctor performed emergency surgery. Today, he is stable and happy as a clam sitting in his hospital room, visiting with the nurses and playing sudoku on his iPad. I flew in from Maui to keep him company and spend time with my mom. The scary part is that on Tuesday he will be having a triple bypass surgery. They will crack his chest and fix his heart. After all the medical drama’s I’ve seen, I really don’t like the idea of my dad being the person on the table. But I know God is good and his timing is perfect. My dad is such an amazing man. He loves God …
Dreams Do Come True.
Not too long ago I got this in the mail. With this inside. And this. To say it made my year, would be an understatement. Here’s the story of how it all unfolded. When I first met Alyssa’s future husband Jeff, I wasn’t quite sure what to think. Granted, at the time of our meeting, the poor guy was on display, surrounded by people trying to figure out if he was good enough for Alyssa. Turns out he was. So around the time she said goodbye to Maui and moved back home, they fell in love. And I was super stoked because I had been rooting for him. Then this happened. Anyway. The next time I saw this guy it was at their wedding and he was already famous and I was super intimidated. He had just become BFF with Beth Moore. And for those of you who …
If My Life Had Gone as Planned.
When I moved back, it felt like everybody and their brother got married. And it was awesome. We had lots of fun. And then, they all started popping out the babies. And that was pretty sweet. But then apparently, babies change things. My social life as I knew it changed. So I stretched my wings and met some new people. And that’s when I met these crazy girls. And they changed my life for the better. We went on long drives in Blanche. And got our craft on. And laughed. A lot. And became dear friends. Who walked through all kinds of seasons together. It was wonderful. And then… They hung around another year. And our friendship went even deeper. We talked about God. Our hopes and dreams for the future. We went on crazy adventures. Talked about life, love and boys. And then Alyssa moved away. And fell in …
Why I treat celebrities like cats
Okay. In my funny little life I have had the opportunity to meet some slightly famous people. And to be honest, it has not gone well. To say I get starstruck is an understatement. I get stupid. I once saw our governor at the Maui Mall and froze like a statue. I have never been breezy. More bumbly with a hint of overeager awkward. SO I have learned to treat celebrities like cats. Meaning, I ignore them and if by chance they decide to come to me at one of our random social encounters, I will be cautiously friendly yet slightly aloof. This does not come natural to me. In the personality scheme of things, I’m a dog. Super friendly, curious and lovable. I’d like to think I’m a yellow lab but I might actually be more of a Cocker-Spaniel. Tonight I got to celebrate Easter with some dear friends. …
