Category Archives: Family

Th big 5-0! Happy Birthday!

Getting ready for the day. It’s going to be awesome.

Yep. Awesome.

Big plans with my sweetie. We’re headed downtown!

But first: coffee. Lots and lots of coffee.

And moisturizer. Lots and lots of moisturizers

A little Pod Save America while getting ready makes for a great birthday.

Time to head out.

Love that we get to spend today together. ❤️

USPS lost a package. Thought I’d try to get through to a person.

Oops. Out of order. But you get the idea. Don’t plan on talking to anyone if USPS loses a package. Not gonna happen.

It’s my birthday so a first Kendra Scott purchase might be in order.

Yep! TWO birthday necklaces.

And my birthday gift from Sephora. MORE moisturizer.

Then lunch with this guy at our favorite burger place.

YUM!

Super delicious.

Glad we’re in Fort Worth. Checked the news app and this was the top story. Brrrrrr!

Home for a nap. And laundry., which seems like a weird thing to be happy about, but we were gone this weekend so I was thrilled!

And bday Starbucks!

TRE to AAC!

I just thought this was cool

Save PUBLIC schools. Thanks, Diane Ravitch.

Go Stars!

Go Stars!

Last of the bday swag

We won! It was a nail biter at the end!

There’s a super drunk lady sitting across from us. She was actually really nice and entertaining.

Bundle Up Babe

I laughed at the weather alert on my phone as I walked into school. It told me the high today was only going to hit 50.

And then I cringed.

Because DD lives in Cleveland where temperatures are set to fall to record lows with windchills of -45, and meteorologists are telling people to make sure they’re completely covered if they have to go outside even for a minute or else they risk death.

DD has to go outside.

Thank GOD the DGDs do not have to go out in that cold.

Mom of a grown up is so hard. I can’t do. I can’t fix. I can only laugh and cry and hug and share and pray and pray and pray.

So that’s what I’m doing tonight and what I’ll be doing the next three days until the polar vortex passes and winter in Ohio is back to normal bundle up babe. ❤️

What I’m Loving: My job, Texas, DH, DD, DGDs, pepperoni, Diet Dr Pepper

What I’m Writing: ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

DD and DGDs

DD and DGDs when the winter was just a little bit warmer.

Zoom!

Last night we got home from the show so fast.

I couldn’t believe we made it out of the parking garage and to the apartment in less than 20 minutes. That’s crazy good time. We’ve been stuck in that garage forever after a Bass Hall show.

DH aka super driver.

Anyway we got home and I grabbed a cup of coffee to warm up. An entire cup. No thought.

At 9 p.m.

Once upon a time that was no big deal. These days? Oh man.

No sleep. Which would be okay except we’re at school until 8 tonight.

😴😴😴

The words aren’t working today. That’s for sure!

Not the coffee I drank. This is the newsroom coffee.

What I’m Loving: this year’s yearbook, my new socks, chicken

What I’m Writing: So Much For Happily Ever After

Downtown

We looked at a loft today. A loft connected to the train station.

We love the train. We love downtown. But would we love living there.

We’re not going to decide today.

We’re a month from normal life. 4 weeks. No way is now a time to make that kind of big decision.

But…

One day. Maybe.

I think we’d like it.

Our first Bass Hall Broadway show of the season

What I’m Loving: Fort Worth, the TRE, Bass Hall, Sundance Square, Quest Snickerdoodle cookies, the Daily Calm

What I’m Writing: So Much For Happily Ever After

1950 Chevrolet DeLuxe

I might have gone a little crazy with taking car photos. 1950 Chevrolet DeLuxe. This sure is pretty. My father-in-law had good taste. ❤️

The Last Of The Classics

The Last Of The Classics

1950 Chevy Deluxe

This is it. The last of the classic cars.

When we sell this beauty, we’re out of the classic car business.

I expected today to be a day of joy. But when we walked inside Johnny’s house it was kick to the gut.

Johnny isn’t here.

Before now even though he’s been gone for months the house still smelled like Tide and Snuggle and Cream of Wheat.

That’s gone now.

And sitting here looking at this empty space hurts in a way I didn’t expect.

If I close my eyes I can remember Johnny in the kitchen with the hard candy or making tea or eating cookies. I can see the Buddhas and model classic cars and the tons of old movies.

Once Johnny stopped treatment for his cancer he laughed as he talked about all the cars he was leaving for us non-car kids. He said we’d have fun.

I enjoyed visiting the Leake Auction, but I’m not sure about fun. It has been nice to remember Johnny in each of the vehicles.I don’t know how long it will take to sell the Chevy, but when it goes I know we’ll be a little sad. We’re not car people, but Johnny was. I hope the Chevy finds a new owner who will love her like he did.

Johnny at Grandfield Days with some of his classics.

Blog Beginnings

I started my blog Jan. 16, 2005. That is crazy.

I started with a mission statement of sorts. The message that I wanted this space to be a sort of positive reinforcement for my writing and getting healthy.

Over the years it’s become something much more.

It’s been a space to write about family, writing, diet, politics, books, movies, teaching, advising journalism and more.

I’ve laughed, I’ve cried, I’ve raged and I hopefully have inspired.

I haven’t focused on a platform. I’ve just shared thoughts and life.

I’m looking forward to more of that!

 

What I’m Loving: The Daily Calm, coffee, Torani sugar free syrups, Pod Save the World

What I’m Writing: So Much For Happily Ever After

Look in the Last Place You Had It

Somewhere between my classroom and the apartment I lost my lunchbox.

I don’t know how this happened.

But it reminds me of back in the day when I would lose my hairbrush and my mom would say “Look in the last place you had it,” and I’d look at her like she was crazy because hello, if I remembered that, I’d know exactly where the brush was.

A little note to the person who finds the lunchbox: the pepperoni and cheese were courtesy of a last minute–crap, I forgot to pack my lunch and I’ve got to get–scramble to leave this morning.

I’m not sure why I was scrambling. My alarm went off at 5:45 and 6:00 and 6:15 and 6:30.  Okay, maybe I do know why leaving was rushed.

Back to the hairbrush. The one I remember most was white with a glittery plastic handle and bristles that made me wince as I brushed through the tangles.

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Once I used an entire bottle of TAME conditioner on my hair to try to get those tangles under control. The commercial lied. I still had tangles AND my mom busted my backside.

Trouble was my middle name back then. There was the BandAid Woman episode where I took all the bandaids in the house and plastered them all over my body then jumped in front of Young and the Restless and sang “BandAid Woman!” like I was Shazam or something.

Yeah. That did not end well.

I’m not sure if the hairbrush was lost at that time, but it sure the heck was found, and man, was I ever sorry about that.

BUT I won’t be sorry if my lunchbox shows up tomorrow.

AND my mom was right. That advice is golden.

 

What I’m Loving: This is Us, Atomic Habits, the Daily Calm

What I’m Writing: So Much For Happily Ever After

 

Too Comfortable

I have this thing, this issue, this constant. When *xyz* gets going good, I get comfortable, get cocky, get way too sure and boom! everything falls apart.

I almost always weigh and measure my food to track it. LCHF life. Totally worth it. But I know there’s a future date out there where I’ll say it’s okay to NOT weigh because I’ve got this and that becomes another day and another and then pounds creep up on me. And break. Rewind. Redo. It’s a vicious cycle.

In writing I write daily when my story is sparkly and new and I love everything about it. I’ll plug along until mid-point and sleep in one morning then another and another…and before I know it I’ve barely written words in a month or more, and I’m in love with lazy wordless mornings.

Work is the same. Working out is the same. Washing my face every night is the same. Taking my daily vitamin? Check.

It’s just my norm.

Now that I KNOW that, it’s something I can tackle. Intentional eating, meditation, workouts, planning. Intentional LIFE.

I can do it!

Shout out to the book Atomic Habits for helping me process this! If you haven’t read it, you should.

What I’m Loving: DGD’s 4th birthday ❤️, hot tea, Saginaw Night Writers, spending time with DH, making my I Want list

What I’m Writing: So Much For Happily Ever After

Just Dance

My entire life I’ve wanted to dance.

Way back when I was a kid our school’s dance team was the best. Every girl I knew wanted to dance for them. The process to make the squad was brutal and the girls who did it worked their butts off all year long. A lot like dance teams today.

I didn’t know anything about dancing.

When I was little dancing wasn’t allowed. By the time I reached high school dancing was allowed but frowned on.

It didn’t matter, though, because even if I COULD have danced, I can’t. Dance. Not a bit. I have no rhythm. Elaine on Seinfeld’s a better dancer than me.

That didn’t stop me from trying.

Not that I would have been able to do anything with dance team if I could have danced. Their skirts were too short and that was very important to my elders back in the day. Funny the things that mattered back then.

Anyway, there’s no happy ending to that part of the story. I didn’t have some amazing Footloose moment and sock it to the religious patriarchy with their no-no-nos and dance my heart out under the Friday Night Lights. Like I said. Can’t dance.

Fortunately my late teens/early 20s were spent in the 80s when the ability to dance in the clubs on college night just meant you could jump around for hours and shout the words they wouldn’t play on the radio and do the Cotton Eyed Joe. I could Cotton Eyed Joe with the best of them. But that’s not real dancing. I mean not real dancing the way I did it.

Flash forward to a few years ago when I saw this new class at the Bill Bartley Y. Zumba. I love Zumba with every ounce of my being. I can’t dance, but I can Zumba. Everyone can Zumba.

I Zumba’d for the first time in a long time tonight.

I’ve been Sweating’ to the Oldies. Everyone can do that too, but, sorry Richard, it’s just not as fun.

I’m listening to Atomic Habits, and the author James Clear talks about announcing your intentions. About saying what you are going to do out loud even if you’re alone in a room. Giving voice to your intentions makes you far more likely to get them done.

So here I am. Announcing my intentions. I’m going to dance. I’m going to dance Zumba style. And who knows? Maybe one day I’ll find my rhythm.

What I’m Loving: Zumba, duh! Atomic Habits, Diet Dr Pepper, Dumplin‘, LCHF

What I’m Writing: So Much For Happily Ever After (hit 52k today!)