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Easter blessings

April 13th, 2012

Last week we celebrated Easter in typical Club M style – church and a party. We went to the Easter vigil service which was THREE HOURS LONG. Then stopped for our typical post-Easter grocery store and goodie grab. We spent the rest of the evening eating junk food, drinking chocolate milk (only for special occasions!) talking about Easter and other important and not so important things, laughing and just celebrating a new season together. We went to bed late with fully bellies, happy hearts and tired eyes.
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The next morning was a blitz of cooking and cleaning and getting ready for party #1 – Easter brunch. We had a few of our close friends over for some of Mom’s infamous Kick-asserole, Janae’s infamous Cinnabon cake, Merrick’s infamous waffles and a newly minted Club M drink – Bellosa, which was a Bellini + Mimosa  (aka peach champagane + orange juice = heavenly bliss).
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After a few hours of brunching, the morning crowd headed out and we ran a few loads of dishes and got ready for the evening crowd, party #2 – Easter dinner.

Dinner started with some delicious appetizers, wine, champagne, beer and liquor – My bartender knows how to do it right! He knows so well in fact that we got a mini fridge for alcohol. And it is full. Yes, we are in college again.
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After a few drinks and apps, dinner was served – Honey baked ham, salmon, roasted potatoes, rice, steamed asparagus, mixed veggies and of course topped off with chocolate tuxedo pie.

We spent the entire evening laughing and talking. We finished 2.5 bottles of wine, 1 bottle of champagne and half a bottle of Jack Daniels Tennessee Honey. The evening ended late with happy, buzzing and full guests.
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It was a beautiful Easter day spent with people we love and hearty meals, all in remembrance of Christ’s resurrection. And thanks to some wonderful friends, my house smells like lovely Easter lilies – still reminding me of the great friends and great sacrifice from a week ago.
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Random Acts of Kindness

March 2nd, 2012

I was in a long line at Costco the other day and a cranky old man in front of me was yammering on about how he hated waiting and how “all these young folk just don’t respect their elders anymore” and  blah blah blah. He was causing a stir and was rude and annoying.

And a young businessman next in line looked back and said, “Sir why don’t you just go in front of me.” Just like that – with no qualms, no rolled eyes or an attitude to match the old mans. He smiled brightly at the old man and started to help him unload his stuff onto the belt.

That man inspired me that day. I was sitting in that same long line as both men, also tired of waiting and tired of hearing the old man complain. But unlike me in my own selfish thoughts about how annoying and rude the old man was being, the other gentleman was loving and kind and unselfish.

A few thoughts struck me while watching the interaction… 1) the young man didn’t owe the old man anything. It was his right to be next in line and the old man was being rude.  The young man was not disrespecting the old man in any way simply by being next in line.  And    2) No one knew what the old man was going through that day… maybe he was in a hurry to get to the hospital to be with his sick wife. Or maybe he had just lost someone.  Maybe there wasn’t a reason for his attitude. But the reason didn’t matter. And the businessman’s “right” to be next in line didn’t matter either. What mattered was the random act of kindness shown to him.

So may we all be a bit less selfish today. May we find a proverbial “cranky old man” and pay it forward with a random act of kindness today.

Seasons of Love

July 25th, 2011

To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven. Ecclesiastes 3:1

I’ve been reflecting recently on Merrick and my “season.” It’s been a long, hard year and we’re finally in our respite season. We’ve determined this summer is our season of “Togetherness.” We’re able to spend more time together and enjoy it more. There’s less stress and bickering. We’ve been able to take a few trips, get out of town and spend entire days doing nothing together.

The season we just came from was a season of learning new roles, of being more flexible and patient. It was a very challenging season with a lot of tears and fights (man, school really did a number on me!) Although it was uncomfortable and hard, we needed it.  I generally don’t like things that are difficult and painful, and this past season was no exception. I fall into despair of how “we’ll never get through this”, or how “our love is different, WE’RE different”, “I miss the old us,” blah blah blah. But if we hadn’t had the hard season, we wouldn’t be able to fully enjoy and appreciate our current season.

Although this current season may be temporary and it may be hard again, we won’t despair, for we know that every season has a purpose and a time.

Change is good. Change is hard, but it is also so so good. And as long as I’m changing right alongside him with HIM leading, we’ll get through any season.

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Unanswered prayers

April 26th, 2011

“Some of God’s greatest gifts are unanswered prayers” -Garth Brooks

Sometimes it feels like I’m not getting answers and my prayers aren’t heard. But then I sit and really think about it, and all of my prayers have been answered. Sometimes the answer is “Yes,” (Lord, please get me into grad school), sometimes the answer is “No” (Lord, can you give me a million dollars?) and  sometimes the answer is “Not now.” (Lord, let us be able to buy a house)

When I was figuring out where to go to grad school, I applied to Cal State Long Beach as my number 1, and UCI as my back-up, #2 school. I got deferred to Long Beach State to start Spring 2011 and I got in to UCI to start Fall 2010. At first I was super bummed. I didn’t want to wait a whole ‘nother year to “start” my career. I hadn’t heard much about UCI’s program, and I was already in love with Long Beach State. Plus, the chance to hang out in Snoop Dog’s hood? Sign me up, diggity dog!

Fast forward to now, when I’m almost half way done with a 2 year program at UCI. I’d be just starting my 3 year program at Long Beach State. An “unanswered” prayer. I’ve met some really great people through UCI who’ve become some really great friends, another “unanswered” prayer. I’m driving 20 minutes 2x/week instead of  driving from Laguna Beach to Long Beach (about an hour  both ways) three times a week. An “unanswered” prayer. In my small class of 12 people, the professors are able to know us. I have their cell phone numbers and call them by their first names. UCI’s program offers an important class that Long Beach State’s doesn’t. An “unanswered” prayer.

Although it may seem like small fries, this lovely lady put it best, it’s grace in the small things.

Today I’m grateful that God’s plan is greater than mine.

Mamma said a lady ain’t what she wears, but what she knows…

April 18th, 2011

As I’m coming out of my recent funk, my chin’s a little higher, I’m laughing a little more. It’s getting better, slowly. I realize a lot of my recent angst has been playing the comparison and numbers game.

I’d been too focused on each number and how I can get that number to change. The number on the scale, my grades, the size of my pants, how long I work out, how many calories go in, etc… It’d all become a huge part of the mess in my head. I let those numbers control me and I found my identity in them, thinking to myself how much better or worse I was compared to someone else with different numbers. “Oh she got a 98% on her paper, I only got a 95%… Oh she weighs X lbs, well I’m way less than that…” I gave those numbers power. If my number was higher or lower than that girl, I’d either jump for joy and put myself on the pedestal, or I’d beat myself up cuz “I’m not as good as her…”

All that is nonsense.  My numbers don’t mean anything. The numbers only have power if I give them power, if I make my identity from them. But really, they’re just numbers. The number on my paper or the number on the scale doesn’t say anything about me. I am way more than a jeans size or a GPA.

Now this isn’t to say I’m suddenly “cured” of my comparison crappola that clouds the minds of all women, but it’s more of a realization of it. Recognizing the problem is the first step.

In addition to recognizing the problem, I’m also just now realizing my potential and my gifts. My husband tells me all the time, but I’m just now realizing he’s right – I am pretty awesome  and I have a lot to offer. I don’t do myself, or the ONE who gave me the gifts, justice by festering in my “woe is me” and comparison attitude. I’ve got a lot going for me and I’ve got a lot to add to light up the lives of those around me too.

So in the words of India Arie,

I’m not the average girl from your video
and I ain’t built like a supermodel
But, I learned to love myself unconditionally
Because I am a queen
I’m not the average girl from your video
My worth is not determined by the price of my clothes
No matter what I’m wearing, I will always be me

When I look in the mirror and the only one there is me
Every freckle on my face is where it’s supposed to be
And I know my creator didn’t make no mistakes on me
My feet, my thighs, my lips, my eyes; I’m lovin’ what I see
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Am I less of a lady if I don’t wear pantyhose? My mama said a lady ain’t what she wears, but what she knows
But, I’ve drawn a conclusion, it’s all an illusion, confusion’s the name of the game
A misconception, a vast deception, something’s gotta change
Don’t be offended this is all my opinion , ain’t nothing that I’m sayin law
This is a true confession of a life learned lesson I was sent here to share with y’all
So get in where you fit in go on and shine,clear your mind, now’s the time
Put your salt on the shelf
Go on and love yourself
‘, cuz everything’s gonna be all right

Keep your fancy drinks and your expensive minks, I don’t need that to have a good time
Keep your expensive car and your caviar. All I need is my guitar
Keep your Kristal and your pistol. I’d rather have a pretty piece of crystal
Don’t need your silicone I prefer my own,
What God gave me is just fine

I’m not the average girl from your video
and I ain’t built like a supermodel
But, I learned to love myself unconditionally
Because I am a queen

I’m not the average girl from your video
My worth is not determined by the price of my clothes
No matter what I’m wearing I will always be me

The sound of silence

March 10th, 2011

I met up with a few friends Tuesday night in Seal Beach (it is so far! I was almost up in the LBC shaking hands with Snoop!) for a little Mardi Gras celebration and to celebrate the birth of the lovely lady on the left

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But after all that fun and shenanigans, it is now Lent.

Every year I try to do 2 things for Lent… I try to 1) Give up something and 2) Do more of something. And every year it is HARD.

The “do more” portion is to read “A Purpose Driven Life” with Merrick. (anyone read it? Recommend it? Any other thoughts for a devotional?)

The “give up” portion, like last year, is giving up music. I’m learning to revel in the silence, be appreciative of the quiet and hear God through it.

Today’s Day 2 and I’m already over the silence.  I woke up and almost jumped to my computer to turn on my morning tunes. I had to turn the radio off in my car. I just hummed in my head as I was cleaning and cooking today. I’m already getting bored hearing my own thoughts (I really don’t have many interesting thoughts…). I still haven’t figured out working out without music yet, but I may just keep that in place. I have much better workouts when I’m listening to music.

Although it’s been hard, today has also been peaceful and prayerful. I’m tuning in to the silence of my heart and listening more. I’m experiencing the peace of the quiet and hearing God whisper in my soul. And though this may be a long 40 days, like it is every year, I also expect it to be full of grace and growth. It will be a season of dropping the buzz of the world and listening and being ok with the silence.

If you run into me and I look like a kook humming around in my head, just know it’s temporary (although the kook thing might not be…). And say I prayer I can tolerate the quiet box of my house.

“Be still and know that I am God.” -Psalm 46.10

Refined by fire

February 21st, 2011

So my little brown honey bear and I have been attending a marriage class for the last couple weeks, which is in lieu of the marriage retreat. It just worked better with our schedules. The class is Thursday night for a couple weeks instead of give up a whole weekend. I’d still like to do a marriage weekend retreat down the line, but hopefully when I’m not working every weekend and not in the middle of school. We’re hoping for early fall… Keep ya posted on that one.

Anyway, so this marriage class… It’s called “Treasure your marriage” and it’s taught by this adorable little nun who looks like my Grammy. Although as cute as she is, I was a little put off by her teaching the class the first day. Surprisingly, as open to the retreat/class as I sounded,  I got a little case of the “closed-heartedness” prior to the class… Call it the work of the devil, call it cold feet, call it whatever, but I was NOT feeling it the days prior and even the beginning of class #1. I mean, this lady, although a very sweet reminder of my Daddy’s Mamma, she’s not married, never been married and probably has philosophies as old as Moses’ toes, something to the likeness of “Courting” (HATE that word!) and “no kissies until marriage” type stuff that I don’t quite buy into. Plus we watch these cheeeeeesy videos of various couples and their struggles. AND we have homework! As if I already don’t have enough homework already! However, through the encouragement of my hunny bunny, I’m really opening my heart in it now and loving the class.

The Grammy-Nun, although not married, has been a marriage and family counselor for 40 years. That’s longer than a lot of marriages I know. She knows her stuff. Her philosophies aren’t coming across as judgmental. The cheesy videos from the 90’s really reflect actual problems we’ve run into in our own marriage. The homework, well that’s the best part – it’s hard and time consuming and it touches on sensitive issues, but it also brings out important discussions between the Mister and I. Plus there’s no turning it in or grade, bonus! Easiest A I’ve ever gotten!

The thing is though, the class is painful. It’s making us take a deep hard look at ourselves and break those habits of selfishness. It’s a refining by fire process, like a  precious metal looking all drab then immersed in the cleansing fire to come out as fine silver and gold. The impurities float to the top and are removed, improving the purity and quality of the metal. So as Merrick and I are experiencing the pain of the fire, we’re also talking about things deeply, we’re loving fully and we’re becoming closer because of the painful refining process. It’s been a wonderful, tearful, painful experience (but we’re not surprised there’ve been tears right? Anyone surprised Katie’s crying again? Nope, didn’t think so)

We’ve been given tools to communicate better, to fight fairer, and to avoid the same old selfish pitfalls we hit all the time.

Boy, if you ever think your relationship is “great” and in no need of a little upkeep, go on and check this class. It’ll make it better and stronger. It’ll make you appreciate the selflessness of your partner. It’ll open your eyes to your own selfishness and allow you to communicate your needs better. Guess we could all use some Grammy’s knocking sense into our dumb heads every once in a while. And we can always tell each other we love each other more. So for that lesson, Grammy-Nun, I am thankful.

The crucible for silver and the furnace for gold, but the Lord tests the heart. Proverbs 17:3

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Je T’aime M’Amore.

To retreat or not to retreat, that is the question.

January 10th, 2011

Back in the olden days when the SCB and I weren’t married yet, but were engaged, we knew we were going to get married in the Church. And by doing so, we were signing up for all sorts of premarital prep – classes and meetings and tests and all sorts of fun and necessary (I am being serious! They were necessary) tasks. One of the necessary prereqs for getting married in our Church was to go on an engagement retreat. Everything else we kinda went with but the retreat – NOT excited about.

We were young and naive and figured our communication was great, we love each other, we’ll get through anything, blah blah blah. We didn’t figure we needed a retreat to help us work towards becoming a unified ONE through marriage. We had both our parents still married, we knew what we wanted in  marriage, etc. So we we went into this engagement retreat kicking and screaming. With closed hearts and not expecting much.

Boy were we WRONG. That retreat was awesome, and I’ve never really been one for church retreats. The talks given were inspirational, the couple time was great, we really dug into our deepest parts of our selfish hearts and hashed out issues we didn’t even know we had. We left the retreat with conflict managing tools and ways to love each other more fully, and really with a better understanding of our future as Mr. and Mrs.

Fast forward a couple years… Since we’ve been married we said we’d go on a marriage retreat once a year. Not cuz anything is wrong, simply for maintenance. The yearly physical exam just to make sure everything is working.

We’ve been married almost 2 years now and guess how many marriage retreats we’ve been on? ZERO. Yup, zero. And again, it’s not that things are bad. They’re actually really great. I think because everything is great makes it easier to not go to the yearly physical, but I always come out of those appointments feeling better, healthier and with tools to maintain my health (like floss every day, continue to exercise, etc.)

My marriage is a priority. A huge priority. My number ONE priority.

Being financially responsible is also a huge priority for us too.

The marriage retreats are a full weekend and cost a couple hundred buckeroos and money ain’t exactly flowing these days. My part time pay check and full time tuition bill are not getting along. So this is the season of saving.

It’s also a season of new love, growth and an overdue maintenance exam for my marriage.

So I’m torn. How can I be financially responsible AND do a marriage check?

To retreat, or not to retreat. That is the question.

POST SCRIPT: I’m pretty sure I answered my own rhetorical question. And after writing this, and talking to the Hus, we realized the benefits of a marriage weekend are much more than a few hundred dollars worth and that the retreat, IS in fact worth it to attend… Now we’ve just gotta find a weekend that I’m not already working or don’t have a test the following week… Hmmm On second thought, maybe we’ll just stick to reading relationship books (just kidding, we’ll drag our po’ and busy asses to the retreat…)

The way you love me

September 12th, 2010

If you know me at all, then you know I’m a hugger. And you’ve probably also received a love letter in the mail from me. I’m a lover, not a hater….. a touchy, wordy lover.

Merrick and I have finished reading “The 5 love languages” by Gary Chapman. This book seriously is INCREDIBLE. He writes with a Christian background, but his theories can be practiced in any relationship, anywhere. He has one written for couples, singles and for children. Christian or not, everyone needs a little love! And by learning your partners (or your child, or your friend’s) love language can really transform your relationship! In fact, Chapman says in his book it is imperative to be FLUENT in your partner’s love language. But like learning any language, it’s hard. It requires diligence, hard work and practice practice practice!

Chapman states that everyone has a “love language”, a way we receive and show love. These primary languages are: Words of Affirmation, Quality Time, Receiving Gifts, Acts of Service, and Physical Touch. You may be a combination of the languages too. And ironically, most people are drawn to partners who have different love languages.

Words of Affirmation: To this person, words are very important. Tone of voice really matters with what you’re saying. Compliments are also very important.  Hearing “I love you.” and WHY you love them are really important to the wordy lover. Insults and criticisms can be very hurtful and are difficult to let go of. In addition to receiving love through words of affirmation, most people in this category also show love this way as well (in fact, most people give love in the same language they receive it in). These people are quick with a compliment and usually try to find something positive to say about someone or a situation.

Quality Time: You’ve heard the old phrase, “How do you spell love? T-I-M-E.” To the person who loves quality time, nothing says “I love you” like your full, undivided attention. TV off. Texts ignored and fully focusing on them. Interruptions, not listening, and failure to be there really hurt the quality time lover.  Simply having a dinner together or having a long walk really show the QT’er how much you love them. This QT lover, conversely, will give YOU their full attention as well. They will look you in the eye, not interrupt, suggest doing things together or will sit extra close on the couch.

Receiving Gifts: Chapman says this language is the easiest of the love languages to learn. The gifty person feels most loved when they are given something thoughtful and hand picked for them. It’s NOT about money or material possessions, it’s the thought and effort going into a gift that speaks volumes to this person. A gift is something you can hold in your hand and say, “The person who gave this to me was really thinking of me.” The gifty lover longs to be thought of in this way. A gifty lover can be so thrilled with even the simplest gift – a handmade card or a picture frame, something from the dollar store, etc. The catch to this one is to not wait until a special occasion to give a gift. If your partner’s love language is receiving gifts and they only receive gifts on birthdays or Christmas, there’s a good chance they will start to feel unloved. Keep in mind also if your partner is a gifty lover, that a missed special occasion (anniversary, birthday, etc) or a hasty, thoughtless gift will be really hurtful to this person.

Acts of Service: Vacuuming, cleaning up, cooking, organizing, making the bed… these are all ways the AOS lover receives love. To the non-AOS lover, these tasks may seem mundane and necessary and not all that loving, but seeing these actions done really makes the AOS lover’s heart soar! The key to this one is for the AOS lover to not demand that these mundane tasks be done. The AOS lover’s partner needs to to the tasks lovingly and without resentment. The AOS lover will likely make requests for tasks to be done, but it is in the hands of their partner to do the act lovingly. Laziness, broken commitments and making more work for the AOS lover will leave them feeling unloved.

Physical Touch: This one’s simple and extends past the bedroom. Hugs, back rubs, leg pats, holding hands, etc… these are the things that make the touchy lover (like yours truly!) feel very loved.  Lack of affection make the touchy lovers feel rejected and unwanted.

As you might have guessed, I am physical touch and words of affirmation. My Hus is receiving gifts and acts of service. These different ways we experience love has been very difficult. We’ve gone through a lot of  times feeling unloved and misunderstood. He requests me to wipe the counter and I grumble about doing the chores. I want him to hold me close and he pushes me away.  Of course marriage and love are work (man, HARD work if you ask me!) and it’s teaching us to be less selfish (ah I hate learning these life lessons!). However, after reading Chapman’s book, we are much more acutely AWARE of what the other needs. Although I still don’t like doing the mundane tasks, I know he really feels loved by me when I serve him with love (as opposed to serving with resentment or grumbling). And I know when he’s mad at me and doesn’t want to be close, he pushes aside his anger to hold my hand or hold me, I really feel his love.

We’re still practicing to become fluent in each other’s languages (I still just don’t GET how me doing the tasks that need to be done really make him feel loved! Blows my mind…) but awareness is the first step. We still need reminders often about what we need RIGHT NOW from the other person (”Would you mind clearing the table?” or “Hug me please?”), but I must say, it is becoming easier. We are becoming more fluent in loving each other and honestly, the knowing and the loving is everything.

So anyway, this post was supposed to be more of a way to love your mayyyyn and less of a plug for the book, but thank you Dr. Chapman for giving us tools to love each other more fully in ways we can understand and appreciate. And I absolutely recommend this book (as seen here) for everyone. Like I said, you don’t have to be in a relationship to apply these love languages. It applies to everyone else in your life too. I now know my Mother is a gifty lover, so I make extra efforts to send her little gifts every once in a while. My Pops is an AOS kinda guy, so whenever I’m home I try to mow the lawn for him or make him a nice dinner.

It’s loving in the little things that make up a lifetime of big things.

Loving on me in one of the best ways he (now) knows how!
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Back to school part II

September 8th, 2010

Ok phew, I made it through orientation.

I made a last minute game change and opted out of the matching eye shadow. I think that decision saved the game. I went with dark straight leg jeans, cute gold flats, a light yellow fitted T and a white cardigan. My husband said I looked like an egg. He’s so loving like that. :) I thought the purple earrings, purple headband and purple bracelet would do the trick to look less egg-y, but no dice. Oh well.

I randomly sat next to a girl who went to Michigan State University and another one who went to Western Michigan University. Us Hand State girls gotta stick together! Then I met another one who went to UConn and I so very nicely didn’t mention last weeks football game where we annihilated them … at least I didn’t mention it often. And I didn’t even have to share my lame fruity lunch with the girls to get them to sit at my table! Maybe I just looked so lonely and pathetic all by myself they felt bad for me. Even if I wasn’t sitting by myself, they must’ve known I’d be a good charity case. :)

AND! AND! AND! GET THIS! I’m having them over! I’m having my bff’s over to MY house! 2 Friday’s from now! They just don’t know they’re coming yet… I just haven’t extended to them the offer of a lifetime – to spend the evening at Club M with my super awesome Super Chocolate Bear and I. But once I do get the guts to “ask them out,” it will be an offer they’ll find hard to resist. I’m just so charming that way, I really can’t help it ;)

Aside from meeting my new bff’s partners in misery, I left orientation feeling already OVERWHELMED. I haven’t even started yet and I’m already having nightmares of how my friends will forget what I look like and my husband will be sleeping by himself because I’ll be up all night studying.

And I started freaking out about working. I’m currently a part time employee and thought that would be fine… Until the student panel told us how horrible/painful/difficult/worst decision EVER it is to work while doing this grad program. So until further notice, I’ll stay part time. I likely will have to drop down to per diem (1 shift/week) or worse!… as the program goes on. Too bad too, cuz I really do like my job (most days…) Plus I carry our insurance for my Hus and I. And my work only reimburses school for part time employees. Oy.

Are you allowed to quit school before you even start?

But I have to put on the big girl panties and just tackle this sucker called grad school. It’s going to be hard. It’s going to be time consuming and I know I’ll pretty much hate my life at times, and I’ll have to sacrifice a lot (goodbye two disposable incomes and Target days and Taco Tuesdays and apartment renovations and wedding album… sigh) but I know this is really the plan for us right now. My Mister and I spent a lot of time praying and figuring out our future and it became clear grad school is the path I need to take now.

It’s also ONLY 2 years. Less than that, it’s 21 months. 21 measly months. We’ve been married almost that long (give or take 5 months…) and as everyone says, time does fly. Even the student panel one year ahead of us said despite the work load, the first year went so fast.

So although my blogging may wean…

…wait, who am I kidding? I’m married to this stupid blog! Although, I must say, it’s been a very one sided relationship. In fact, come to think of it, maybe it’s time Blog and I divorce. I’m sorry Blog, there’s someone else. He treats me horribly and takes all my money but at least I get something back at the end. At least that’s what he tells me, I’ll letcha know in 21 months. My new life will now include my new man, Mr. Education. Blog, you and I can still be friends though. And I promise to write/call every once in a while. I just can’t give you all the attention you need now.

Phew, sorry had to get that off my chest.

Anyway… even though my blogging may wean, my friends will forget about me and my husband will sleep alone, although I’m nervous and scared about my new venture with my new man, Mr. Education, I know I’ll be ok. I’m really trying to be peaceful about it and realize that God brings ya to it,  and He’ll bring ya through it! And I’ll continue to count on the endless love and support from my Hus and I know I’ll get through it (with hopefully only a few bumps and bruises along the way…)

So, if you don’t hear from me or see me in a while, say a prayer for me* and then check the library. Or the mental hospital. There’s a good chance I’ll end up there too.

*Um… I’m serious about that part.