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 …
Yes, this picture is creepy. That’s the point.
Do you notice something strange about this doll? I mean, besides her missing pants. (She was a garage sale find given to Anna by her great aunt, and perfectly sized for Anna’s new doll house. We can find new pants for her someday, right?) Yes, my creative mind immediately began concocting fantastical tales about how this silver haired plastic figurine may have lost the bottom half of her wardrobe.
But my daughter pointed out something else. Something much more insightful than my 12-year-old humor, “I see London, I See France…”
When I handed her the doll, she held it in her little hand, and stared intently for at least minute. Certain she would ask about the “wardrobe malfunction,” I prodded her with, “Honey, do you notice something strange about …
I love this man. (Photo courtesy of CLG Photography.)
Sweat trickled down the middle of my back, and popped up in beads on my brow. The storm door smacked shut behind me as I traveled in and out of the house, arms stuffed with the day’s gathering. Cool. Hot! Cool. Hot! Cool. Hot! I lingered a bit in the air conditioned kitchen before heading out for the next haul. Unloading groceries in a 110 degree heat wave is a tiring chore, but hubs and I were making good time.
As he heaved in two five-gallon water jugs, one in each hand, I marveled at his brute strength. It’s one of our many differences that I appreciate. Some of our other differences, though, have made the already difficult road of marriage and child-rearing a bit …