I had entire post written about my shopping trip to Ulta this afternoon. I had planned to share about the turquoise nail polish I bought and my newfound love of Urban Decay makeup. I had set aside the camera for a picture of my new headband that doesn't cut off circulation to my ears. And I deleted it. Another thought entered my mind, and this one seemed just a bit more important. We're closing on our old house sometime in the next three weeks. The whole thing just hit me at once, and I'm not completely sure how I'm going to handle this. That's not entirely true. At this time last year, my life was a jumbled chaos. I honestly thought I was headed for a divorce and a stint in the hospital, not entirely sure which one would come first. All I knew was that something had to give, or I was giving up. So I prayed. I opened my calendar and picked a date. I needed an answer by that date. By the time July rolled around, I thought I was supposed to spend another year. Alone...

I just finished writing one of those off the top of my head emails to a friend about choices and consequences. My own words have me thinking now. Just because you're in the middle of a very different situation than what you based your decision on doesn't change your original decision. This haunts me. How many times have I made a choice only to have the situation change or morph into something I never expected? Or berated myself for not being omniscient enough to see the future? Or let someone else make me feel scatterbrained or fickle when I wanted to back out of something I clearly didn't want in the first place? The sad truth is far too many times. We make choices based on the information before us. Sometimes it's factual. Sometimes it's not. Sometimes it changes when someone else changes their mind. But that still doesn't change the truth alive in me. That doesn't change the drive I feel in my spirit or the passions in my soul. Learning to see myself...to...

My sister and I hosted a baby shower for our sister-in-law today. It was one of those deals that dominated our daily drive-home-from-work-calls for the last 6 weeks. Then we scratched all our plans last week and ended up sprint shopping this morning and were still putting the finishing touches on everything as the first guests arrived. The shower was beautiful, and we all had a great time decorating the pages for the baby book, chillin' with some Jack Johnson, and munching on the most amazing rolls my mouth has ever tasted. My brilliant idea for the day was something I call the "paciflower". I put these together last night, and we used them as center pieces for the tables. Aren't they adorable? I'm totally exhausted now since I've been up since 5:30 and have driven a total of 6 hours today and had to drive over more bridges than I care to count. Last summer I developed a bridge phobia. My heart pounds as I go over any bridge. My mind races with thoughts li...

A few years ago I discovered Burberry Brit on the counter at Dillards. I was instantly in love with the woody scent, but for some reason, I didn't buy it. I've thought about it since then, but by the time I actually wanted to buy it for my sweetie, I couldn't remember the name. I finally bought it this weekend and couldn't contain my enthusiasm when I asked my dear sweet manly husband to close his eyes and hold out his hands. He rolled them at me and smirked. That reaction shot flames out my ears and I waved him off with a, "I don't even want to deal with you right now." Moments later I was apologizing for snapping and embarrassing him. I gave him the cologne. He immediately said something about how he much he wouldn't get a chance to wear it, and it was all over. He licked his wounds. I was deflated. The next night, I crawled into bed and leaned over to kiss him goodnight. I couldn't help but notice the scent of cologne along the base of his neck...

My dearest friend, Nadia, and I went to the beach yesterday. It's a delightful little gem about 30 minutes away from my house with squeaky-white sand and countless shells. We've been beach partners throughout our friendship, so this was a fun way to spend the last day of our weekend together. We chose our spot and set up. Nadia opened her beach chair with 2 clicks, tossed her towel on top, and slapped on another layer of SPF 30 sunscreen. She had this all done before I had even unwrapped my umbrella. She's such a beach pro. We're such beach opposites, but we're both drawn to the lure of the ocean. My favorite moment of the day was when I saw Nadia's eyes open and a smile crease her face as she looked over at me. What a pair we were. She stretched out on her chair with her swimsuit positioned just right so the sun would paint all the right places. I was wrapped in a blanket sized beach towel under an umbrella still wearing my hat and sunglasses. Yeah, I'm a r...

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In case you've ever wondered, baby geese can very easily become spoiled. It is also now very apparent that I will be the kind of mother who rocks her baby and holds them whenever they cry. The geese are now trained to squeak wildly whenever a human enters a room or when they hear a human voice. Said humans immediately take them out of their cage and hold them wrapped in a towel or let them run around in their "playpen". It's all my fault. I'm okay with that. They make me laugh.