Don’t mess with a knight in plastic armor.
“Don’t move!,” my captor snarled at me in the dark, small dungeon. “Don’t even blink!”
How could I argue? Mice nipped at my heels, the walls closed in around me. And the aggressor, dressed in a knight’s helmet, wielded a sword. A sword! It stabbed at my arms, legs, and abdomen. “Your blood is dripping on the floor,” I was informed. Well, that sealed the deal. I was staying put.
“Somebody saved me!,” I screamed, but nobody came. “Be quiet!,” the masked knight ordered, finally revealing its face. A girl! A little girl! Are you serious? This half-pint was holding me hostage? “Come on, ” I argued, “Just let me go and I won’t cause any trouble.”
She stabbed me again, slicing open my arm. “Ahhh!!!” But my cries were …
May you always be this happy. May he always sweep you off your feet. Or at least sweep the kitchen floor. That’s pretty darn romantic, too.
To my dearest cousin Rachel,
How I wish I could be with you today. To see your glorious smile in person as you walk down the aisle and start the next chapter in your life. Fondly, I remember the many days and nights we spent together at Grandma and Grandpa’s, spying on our relatives, giggling until tears fell, and performing three-act plays in the living room for innocent bystanders.
I hope your future husband knows how lucky he is. You’re a catch, to say the least. You’re beautiful, intelligent, funny, and have a heart big enough to accommodate countless friends and our entire amazing family. I’ve always admired how you’ve lived life …
Need a good scream? Go ahead. Need to let something go? That’s ok, too.
“Something’s gotta give. I don’t know how much more I can take. I’m at my breaking pount… AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!”
When I saw this status update from a dear friend today, my heart ached. Not only because I care about her, but because that could have easily been me a mere six months ago. I feel ya sister!
Not very long ago, I was at my breaking point. Friends were worried about me. Family was worried about me. My boss was worried about me. I was an empty shell, floating back and forth between work and home, the hours, days, weeks and months passing me by. I was physically, spiritually and emotionally exhausted. Something had to give. And not just something minor (those things …
I have several friends who’ve had babies recently, and I’d like to help them a little by “educating” the general public about new mom etiquette. 🙂 (This was written shortly after I had my second daughter.)
Looking through my fridge and pantry for something to take to a barbecue tonight, I was at a loss. I had fresh pineapples and bananas, but couldn’t find any recipes online that sounded good, or that I had ingredients for. So, I whipped up my own creation. It’s summery, yet has substance (and isn’t particularly healthy, so enjoy in moderation).
Filling:
1 1/2 cups fresh pineapple, cut into small pieces
2 bananas, sliced
1 cup brown sugar
Dash of cinnamon
Dash of vanilla
Simmer on medium heat until all ingredients are well-blended. Pour into 8×8 pan.
Crust:
Here’s where I cheat a little. I love the shortcake recipe on the Bisquick box.
2 1/3 cups Original Bisquick mix
2/3 cup milk
3 Tbsp sugar
3 Tbsp butter, melted
Stir all ingredients together until dough forms. Drop by large spoonfuls onto cobbler filling. …
A nearly 20 hour commute. Months (not weeks, or days, or hours) away from home. Desperate to hear your child’s laughter, babbling, crying, whining, anything…not desperate to escape for a few hours.
This is the reality for Tashina Miller, a medical service corps officer, serving as a Licensed Clinical Social Worker at a small Forward Operating Base (FOB) in Afghanistan. She serves a vitally important role on the Combat Stress Control Prevention team, providing counseling, education, traumatic events management, united needs assessments, and prevention classes to service members and their commands.
Mommy=Freedom. I teared up when I saw her caption on this photo from her Facebook page: “Wish I could be hugging this guy :)”
Tashina is also a mother. Her son Cooper is 16 months old and her affection for him permeates her correspondence with me. “(Becoming a mother) really does change your entire life, a change I …