Preschool essentials…

As a mom of young children, I often attempted to teach my Littles the difference between the words want and need. Having four young ones, I needed them to know that they wouldn’t be getting EVERYTHING they wanted – plus, let’s be honest, spoiled kids turn into entitled adults – and that’s never pretty. We would discuss whether they wanted the new doll or needed it. Did they need the new shoes (that EVERYONE else already had) or did they really want them. It’s something that we all understand – not one of us out there has gotten every single thing we have ever asked for. Shout out to the box of 64 Crayola crayons with the built in sharpener that I wanted so badly, only to take home the Roseart crayons from Kmart. Being able to discern whether or not some thing, some one, or some situation was essential is crucial . And yes, I said someone. It’s easy to think you need to be friends with a certain group, when actually,  it’s just the desire to be accepted that you are feeling. I’m glad that we discussed this concept when my children were young. I know this knowledge will help them maneuver through their teens and early adult years.

Fast forward a dozen years, and I have found the word essential creep back into my world. I am a preschool teacher 2 days a week. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, I help teach the cutest 3 year olds how to navigate their world – and it makes me smile SO BIG. I love my job. I earned a bachelors degree in Early Childhood Education so that this could be my profession. After using all of my knowledge in the area of child development while raising my own four children for twenty years, this fall, I re- entered the preschool realm. I have told my assistant and family members on several occasions that I felt like I needed to wear an apron in the classroom so that I could have everything I used most frequently “on my person”. WELL – one of my daughters took my hints and ran with them – surprising me at Christmas. She bought this apron for me and even had it personalized in green with an adorable font – JOY to the world, indeed! I’m sure you can probably imagine my gasp when I unwrapped this baby!Now, I have to admit, that there are still, times that I feel like a waitress in a small town diner … “Age appropriate curriculum- ORDER UP!”. But it gets the job done, and I’m forever grateful. I don’t carry the same things around every day, because – LIFE. Each morning I look over my lesson plans and toss my daily essentials in the pockets. I took a picture recently of the goodies in my pockets. I will list them below, along with the reason why I feel the need to toss it in a pocket. Yes. I went all out. You’re welcome. 😉

1.Carmax for my lips – I’m addicted – that’s all I can say.

2. Hand sanitizer- 3 year olds sneeze AT YOU – not near you. On occasion, I truly wish I could shower in between my morning and afternoon classes. But, I can’t, so this little guy is my second choice.

3. Glue stick – giving these littles Elmer’s glue is the stuff nightmares are made of – so instead we use glue sticks. They glue like it’s their job – because it is, so having an extra one handy is a grand idea.

4. Tissues – see #2

5. My lanyard – this is my school ID and room key. I have locked myself out of my room enough to know that wearing this is important . Yet, when it’s around my neck, and I lean in to help the children, I hit them square in the face. So this is a lovely compromise.

6. My wireless doorbell – you guys! This is absolute magic! When it’s time for a transition or I need the group’s attention, I ring the doorbell by clicking the button.  They all freeze and look for me – THE POWER! I would highly recommend it to other teachers (under $20 on Amazon). Although, there have been times when I lean into it and it accidentally goes off (FALSE ALARM, children, as you were!) And my assistant told me about a time when I was using the ladies room and it accidentally went off – the kids all stood there in silence waiting for directions – she just laughed. Working out the kinks – but it’s all good!

7. A black flair pen – there are so many times during the day that I need to sign something or write someone’s name for them, etc… plus, I just love pens. ❤️✍🏻🎉

So there you have it! A tiny glimpse in a day of my life – and the essentials that help create the magic. I certainly hope that you found this even a tad bit interesting. Please share with me what you believe YOUR daily essentials are!

Have a great week end – Apron-wearing KJ

Plan B…

So, I had a whole bunch of plans for today. Instead, I woke up with the crud that has been floating around my classroom – sneezing, congestion, fatigue, a bit of misery. I looked at my to do list, which included breakfast with a good friend, and determined that I could postpone all of it. As much as I wanted to share coffee and catch up, I know she didn’t want to stare at my pale face, red nosed, messy haired self and risk getting these germs, too. Little did I know that yesterday, when I came home from school with laminated items to cut and lessons to plan, I was also bring this nonsense into my home. Those little turds – it’s a good thing they are so cute, because germs are the only thing that they will share willingly. 

This is my current view. It’s not a bad view, just quite different than the one that I had imagined. I love to be productive. To check things off of my list. And then – SURPRISE – life jumps in and reminds me of how very little control I actually have. It’s OK,  I think this day was probably necessary. Time to read and nap and read again. Time to watch tv and nap. And then just nap. Guess I need the sleep. My word of the year is RISE, which, admittedly, is difficult to do while congested and tired and perhaps a bit grumpy and negative. But that’s OK, too.  I’m fairly certain that we are all allowed – and should be encouraged – to have days that we pause our ambition, our desires, our huge plans. I’m not saying quit, I’m saying rest. Rest and THEN rise. Maybe it’s my cold meds. talking, but I’m feeling better already. Not get off the couch better, but mentally more able to “accept” that today is necessary and will benefit me more than originally thought. 

I will continue to lay low until I have my regular energy back. I am just starting, at 45, to listen to my body. Whatever you are doing on this Friday – I hope you are well (or getting there!).  Much love to you ❤️ – congested Kelly Jean

My word of the year – 2019

Well, hello there, January! You’re a sneaky little guy, you know that?! Here I was, eating a dessert after every meal, opening gifts like it was my job, and ignoring both the laundry and my alarm clock – then BAM! The calendar page flips and all heck hits the fan. School starts, I have to put “real” clothes on again, and everyone around me is talking the predictable “New Year, New me” talk. Yikes.

For seven years now, I have opted out of resolutions. Now don’t get me wrong. I am definitely one to reflect and attempt to improve myself. But, I know what works for me ~ and what doesn’t ~ and resolutions don’t work. I need something that is simultaneously more broad and more specific. Does that make sense? Let me explain. As I look back on my year, I pay close attention to what has given me trouble in the past. What is it that has caused anger, anxiety or stress? How much of these issues are out of my control, and how much could I have actually changed by more planning or less reacting? Deep, right?! But also, very basic. I want to have a word that I can use to remind me daily ( hourly, if necessary) of the positive life that I strive to live – even when I am facing something craptastic.

In the past, I have chosen contentment, perspective, peace, release, acceptance and focus. Each year, in December, I keep my eyes wide open for my new word. I read scripture, listen attentively to song lyrics, pay extra close attention during conversations. During this process my word is always revealed to me. This year, my word is RISE.

I chose the word rise for several reasons. First of all, it’s positive. It’s an action I can take. I’m a busy body, I need to DO stuff. One of the first things I ask when I situation presents itself is “What can I do?”. I can rise. Secondly, I wanted to find a word that would encourage me. When things are frustrating, and I said WHEN, not if, I want to be reminded they they will improve. That this, too, shall pass. That I can make things better, easier, more tolerable- if I rise. One of my very favorite quotes is “We rise by lifting others”. How can I help others? Are my eyes open to the needs around me? What can I do to make a difference? I can rise.

In regards to my word being both broad and specific, I hope I explained myself well enough. I guarantee that in 2019, I will have countless opportunities to rise. To stand back up, to find confidence that’s been lost, trust that’s been tested, truth that’s been denied. I hope and pray that 2019 is all that you want it to be. This year, I will rise.

Well, hello there!

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Wow. It’s been awhile. Life in general has kept me from the keyboard. I’m sorry. But now, I’m back. I can’t make any promises on how often we shall chat in the New Year, but I’m here now – so yay.

Let me catch you up a bit. Since I have last been here, our family has changed a bit. All good things, I assure you, but the change itself isn’t always easy. Our second oldest has graduated from high school and is now about to start her second semester in college. She and her older brother are both now living in dorms and enjoying the thrills of cafeteria style food and community bathrooms. We still have two left at home – a 13 year old and almost 16 year old, so it’s not a life of leisure for us just yet. Surprisingly, even with 2 less “children” in the house, things have not slowed down at all. What was I thinking? Delusional, I tell you. Why in the world did I believe our schedule would ease up, or allow any additional free time? I’ve raised busy, social young people – and I understand their desire to be on the move, their need to be active, involved and productive. But GEEZ. I’d love to sit down for a hot minute.

As I am learning to parent two young adults that no longer live under our roof, I also decided to throw in an additional major transition.  I rejoined the workforce again after 20 years of “JUST’ being a stay at home mom (don’t even get me started on THAT).  I am now teaching preschool two days a week. Yes. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, my main focus is instructing, loving on, and encouraging appropriate social behavior with the cutest group of three year olds around. They are the sweetest littles and they are filling a void that was created when my own darned children decided to grow up. How dare them, right?! So, other than the normal chaos of life, I am learning to balance lesson plans, laundry and trips to Kroger. Each day is a bit of crazy, wrapped up with sheets of success and surprise and topped with a bow of hope for tomorrow. There is always hope for tomorrow.

I have big plans for 2019.  Don’t we all? Because, really, why not?! I have things to do, dreams to chase, and closets to organize. I’d much rather cross things off of my list than sit around bored. So here’s to the New Year! Here’s to me making things happen … writing more on this blog, and living my best life. Or, at the very least, turning in my library books on time and getting my oil changed periodically. Baby steps, friends, baby steps.

We had a visitor this week end…

One of my daughters is a freshman in high school and is taking a parenting class. Part of her grade depends on how well she does taking care of a baby for the week end.  The project is similar to the “carry a raw egg around for 2 days without breaking it” assignment that I had, almost 30 years ago. This is so much more realistic – on several levels (I’m jealous, if you can not already tell). She was required to choose an open week end in which to bring the baby home. This task alone almost blew her mind, as every square of our calendar is always filled completely. After a little hesitancy, she chose her week end and requested a baby girl, which she named Charlotte Rose – the cuteness – I can barely stand it! She was assigned a baby, a car seat carrier and a diaper bag filled with clothes and 2 special diapers and a bottle that only her baby could use. This isn’t your typical plastic, take it in the bath tub kinda baby – this is a $900 baby with computerized components that enables it to coo, cry, suck and breathe using the recordings of an actual baby. The baby’s computer monitors how long it cries, if its neck is supported , and if her diaper is changed. My daughter was supplied with a computer chip that was mounted on a wristband. If the baby cried, it needed to be chimed (the wristband waved directly over the babies chest area) and then she had to determine and meet the baby’s needs. This  assured that my daughter was the one taking sole responsibility of the infant – not some excited grandma or little sister that was handed a crisp $5 bill. Charlotte even arrived with 2 special diapers that have a computer chip in them as well. If the baby is crying because she needs a diaper change, as soon as my daughter changes her diaper, she makes a happy cooing sound. If she doesn’t need a diaper change, the baby will continue to LOSE HER MIND even if a clean diaper is placed under her tush. Cue the confused  “I DON’T KNOW WHY SHE’S CRYING!” declarations from the basement. True to life once again, the Mama had to figure out exactly why the baby was crying. Good times. Depending on the data,  my daughter would receive her grade – and she was shooting for an A.

Having seen her sister complete this assignment years ago, she was not going into this week end blind. She was equally excited and terrified. It was very entertaining to watch play out, as a mom of 4 who has been through baby boot camp over and over and over (and over) again. When she arrived home Friday, she was excited to show us Charlotte and her bag of goodies.The clothes were super sweet and we all took turns oohing and ah-hing over the tininess of all the supplies – it’s been a dozen years since we have had a baby in the house! This baby would go “live” at exactly 4 o ‘clock – announcing her presence with an adorable coo.  Charlotte was programmed to need feeding, changing, rocking and soothing JUST like the typical newborn. God help us all. My daughter had already set up the basement as her “home away from home”, as to not keep the rest of the family awake if she happened to cry all night. Bless her. It didn’t surprise me at all that her younger sister was planning on sleeping down there with her, so she could help if needed. Such a great Auntie! The week end progressed and the new Mama fell into a pretty relaxed rhythm – managing to meet Charlotte’s needs as quickly as possible, while also doing other things. We even took her out to eat with us and she was perfect – we all held our breath the entire time – JUST like with a real baby! On Saturday, things got a little crazy. Baby just wasn’t having it and Grandma had to step in and rock and soothe. I’m not going to lie – I had been just waiting to get my hands on that little stinker. The weight of this baby on my chest and the sound of her soft breaths along with her baby powder scent – I needed our time together more than I knew! We finally got her settled and she slept for a stretch. All in all, the week end was a success. It opened my daughter’s eyes to the demands of an infant. She was tired, frustrated and more than ready for when the baby was turned “off” at 7 on Sunday night.  She was proud of herself, yet a bit surprised at how much effort it took. Did I mentioned that she was tired? Charlotte did her best work on Saturday night, waking up at 11 pm , 2 am, 3:30 am  and 6 am. {Aren’t babies FUN?!} I truly believe that each and every high school student needs to take this class. It is a beneficial , real life experience that they will always remember. And as for my Freshman, she received a 96% on this assignment – with points subtracted for a missed feeding and a missed diaper change *whoops*.  No parent is perfect! I congratulated her and inwardly thanked the Lord that no one was grading MY parenting!

And just a side note… our cat Max was a bit jealous the entire week end. He didn’t know who this baby was, or why everyone wanted to hold it. By Saturday he decided to just start sleeping when the baby slept- good advice for everyone!

It’s a 2fer! Valentine’s Day & Ash Wednesday!

I love a good celebration. I think it’s super fun to decorate, find coordinating napkins, bake related food treats, and more. But this year – 2 special days for our family fall on the same calendar date! Wednesday is February 14th, both Valentine’s Day and Ash Wednesday. A 2fer! I am personally thrilled that this day is being shared by two occasions that our family finds so valuable. If you think about it, these two special days have some very similar qualities – the importance of both love and sacrifice.

I know that Valentine’s Day has a bad reputation – often referred to as the “Hallmark Holiday”. There is history of this holiday of which many are unaware. St. Valentine lived in Rome, Italy in the 200’s. He was a Catholic Priest that secretly married Christians and otherwise helped others that were persecuted in other ways. He was arrested and imprisoned for doing these good deeds. He focused on love and helping those that needed assistance. In my mind, I think it’s important EVERY DAY of the year to focus on the good and open our eyes to the needs around us. Why not designate a special day each year to expressing our love and admiration to those who are important to us? Nope, I don’t believe it’s necessary to purchase a diamond or roses, or big boxes of rich, sweet chocolate – but who am I to turn such gifts down? Not a penny needs to be spent – words are free, written word is even better .  Write down your words of admiration, your thoughts of devotion, your gratefulness –  then it can be read over and over, and enjoyed forever. I have always loved the concept of Valentine’s Day and the Saint himself, I even went so far as to choose him as my Saint for my Confirmation! Every year in our house, we have a “Heart Hunt” for the kids – which I started when they were teenies. I place clues in the shape of hearts around the house and they search for the final clue that leads them to a small gift or gift for each of them. It continues to be a tradition that they enjoy each year. We also have tiny mailboxes that we put out in February each year. Many years ago they were decorated by each child and are used to collect notes from all of us. Notes that remind us why we are loved, admired and appreciated. When a new note is placed in the mailbox, the little flag is raised – creating quite a bit of excitement for the mailbox owner! We store the notes in the mailboxes and re-read them every year, laughing at the hand-writing, spelling and sentiments at times (“You are a good big brother and you always help me with my HARD homework” love his 3rd grade sister). We bought these mailboxes at Target in the dollar section years ago- and they carry them every year – it’s been another fun and relationship building traditions for our family.

Regarding Ash Wednesday, for Catholics, this day begins the Season of Lent for us. Lent is the 40 days leading up to Easter, when we celebrate the Resurrection of Jesus. During this 40 day period of time, our family focuses on preparing our hearts, deepening our faith and showing our love. Sacrifice is a part of Lent – giving something up that may take up too much of your time, thus making more room in our schedule to read a devotional, pray or listen to your favorite worship music. Whatever makes you feel closer to God – do it during Lent… and don’t stop at Easter – keep it up! Sacrificing for others requires love. Love is also the focus of Valentine’s Day – BONUS!!! In the end, if you are religious or not, I hope Wednesday is a special reminder for you to appreciate those that are in your life, and who have shaped you into the person you are today. Much love to you, from me❤️

Hello, 45…

February 6, 2018. Somehow, 45 snuck up on me as I was busy enjoying myself. I’m not one to get all upset because of my age, but I’ll be the first to say that I’m surprised how fast 45 arrived. I decided to enjoy the day by doing only what I wanted to do. Most days are dictated by the needs of others, which is fine – but today I am giving myself the gift of rest. I started by sleeping in. Well, I stayed in bed at least, until after 7 when all the girls had left for school. I shuffled downstairs for some hot coffee and found some amazing hand painted signs. They were created with lots of love and hung with even more tape. They made me smile. I drank my coffee and poured over the sweet birthday wishes on Facebook.  February 6th is my FAVORITE day on Facebook, hands down. Such fun. 

I took some time to sit by the fire and finish my weekly bible study. I was immediately joined by my plump kitty who never passes up the chance to take in the warmth. She usually lays there until her fur is smokin hot, then gets up before she bursts into flames. What a life. 

Later, after painting my toenails a sassy bronze, I decided to read a bit. This day is a dream come true, I tell you! I had received a new book from my mom for my birthday (mom’s give the BEST gifts!) Kelly Corrigan is one of my favorite authors and her newest book Tell Me More has me captivated. I set a goal for myself to read more books this year, and this is already my 5th book of 2018! Woot!

Now, being as smart as you all are, I’m sure you knew I was going to take a nap after such a strenuous early day. I mean, HELLO, I’m 45 now! Luckily, I had yet another cat join me for my birthday festivities. He is usually asleep from 7am- 4pm every day anyways, so this fit into his schedule nicely. I woke up after 90 minutes next to this furball and decided to peek at Facebook again. GAH – messages from all of my favorite people… nothing makes you feel loved like Facebook on your birthday 🎉 The girls came home from school and brought me an iced coffee – what is it, my BIRTHDAY or something?!?! I read a few more chapters of my book and then finished a project that has been sitting on my desk since August. I love heart shaped things and had a collection of heart shaped rocks that I wanted to display in a shadow box. BOOM 💥 DONE ✅ I’m having a very productive 45th year so far 😬We ended the day with Panera and presents. It couldn’t have been a better day. I can’t wait to see what this year has in store for us! #halfwayto90

Lean in…

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Not everyone will allow themselves to cry in public. I have definitely been known to openly shed a tear or two. I’m not talking about a big ugly cry, but tears on the cheeks, yes. Last week at my Bible study, I cried. It wasn’t something I had planned on doing, and to be honest, it even surprised me a bit. Now that I hopefully have your attention, I’ll explain.

I’m currently in a new season of life. These birdies that I have been raising are trying out their wings and I am nervously biting my nails as I watch them teeter on the edge of the nest. With one a college freshman and one a high school senior, the milestones come daily and it’s all a bit overwhelming. For the most part, I am able to focus on the positive and enjoy this season of new found independence – I’m doing OK (until I’m not).

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This particular day at Bible study, I was commenting on a scripture passage that we had recently looked up. It was Ephesians 2:10 – “For we are God’s masterpiece – created in Christ Jesus, to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.” While reading this scripture out loud, the words caught in my throat and I had to pause and pull myself together. You see, I have always wanted to be a Mom. Knowing very little what it would actually involve, the idea of raising littles was a tad magical to me.  I felt that God was in agreement, since He blessed us with 4 stinky butt babes. But now, as my children have grown, I tend to wonder a little bit more about these “good works” that are meant for me. They aren’t so obvious anymore. I’m still busy, yes. Feeling productive, yes. But I am lacking that sense of being needed, feeling necessary – and frankly,  this feeling is not the greatest. What else does God have planned for me? To be clear, my concern is less whether or not He does have plans for me, but will I love these new plans as much as  I loved being a Mama to littles?!

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I read before, that in order to deal with our pain and uncertainties, we need to lean in. What does leaning in look like? For me, it looks like sorting through boxes of outgrown clothing and pouring over scrapbooks containing pictures of years gone by. It’s sitting attentively as your senior debates between colleges , when all you really want to do is pull her onto your lap and read her a Golden book. It’s repainting bedroom walls from bubble gum pink to sophisticated grey. It’s talking with other parents about how to let go, while holding tight at the same time. And it’s tears – sometimes expected, but often an embarrassing surprise. It’s a big messy box of acceptance wrapped with a sloppy bow of denial on top. Even though we experienced these emotions just last year, we are still novices at this whole “watching your child grow up” gig. 

I don’t think anyone should ever have to explain themselves when they are leaning in. It takes a lot of extra effort and is very important. It looks differently for everyone, but is crucial for all of us. Don’t think you can skip over tough things and hope it won’t catch up with you. It will. I’ve tried to ignore things, it doesn’t end well. 

So what about you? Are you avoiding a tough situation right now? Or are you leaning in? Please know that I’m here – online if nothing else – if you’d also like to lean on me!

 

 

Life lessons I’ve learned from my hair…

I’m pretty sure that most would agree with me on this point – our hair usually doesn’t do what we want it to do. I️ was born with some THICK hair. My mom kept it short when I️ was little, because she just didn’t know what to do with it. I️ don’t blame her now, but I️ sure wanted it long when I️ was little – so much that I️ would put pantyhose on my head and swing it around like it was long hair – if you have never done this, try it, such a good time! But, when I️ did let my hair grow out, the tedious chore of brushing through that mop got old REALLY quick. I️ envied those with braids and buns and piggy tails. Although I️ soon found out that sitting still while my mom coated her hands with “dipity doo” and tried to work some magic was a tad bit like torture for me. Later, in 6th grade, everyone was feathering their hair. Hard as I️ tried, my hair would have nothing to do with it, resulting in a daily battle in front of the mirror.

In addition to being thick, my hair has a ton of volume. For years it was more of a “wave”. Just enough to NOT be straight. Just enough to make me mad. I️ found that using a flat iron worked well to control the beast – so I️ used one daily for years. While on a Spring Break trip with our family, after going into the ocean and letting the wind dry my hair – my children were taken aback. ‘‘You have curly hair?” It was a bit like I️ had just introduced them to a long lost sibling. What a secret to hide from your children! From that point on, no more flat iron… I️ was determined to let my hair be “natural”. At this point in time, to me, my hair looked like I️ had an old perm. Many declared it looked like I️ had created beach waves with a curling wand. Beach waves?! I felt more like I️ had been caught in the Big Kahuna and dragged in the sand a few miles. Yes, the grass is always greener – but I have learned a few lessons  through the years from my crazy hair that I’d like to share with you 🙂

* Less is more ~ With all of the new tools and products out there, it’s easy to get sucked in. Less frizz? Amen! Bouncy waves? I’ll take two! Relaxed curls with no stiffness? SOLD. Yet, I have found, that once you find something that works, stop. Don’t keep looking. Use what you have and let that be enough. You know, don’t re -invent the wheel and all that. What you have is enough. Being content is difficult but awesome!

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* Try new things ~ Sometimes, we need a little something different in our lives. The same ‘ole, same ‘ole just isn’t cutting it anymore. Don’t go all drastic and quit your job or shave your head, or tell your neighbors what you REALLY think (now THAT’S just crazy talk!) Change just a simple thing – and see what happens. Part your hair on a different side, add a braid, air dry if you normally blow dry. Small changes can do wonders for pulling you out of a funk!
* Celebrate small victories  ~ This is a favorite of mine. On special occasions and days that I’d truly love to look good, my hair turns out like a used mop. But, on any random Tuesday , when I had already vowed to stay home all day and do laundry, it’s as cute as can be. What to do? Don’t EVER waste cute hair! Go to the grocery store, go to the bank… BE SEEN – I mean, we really never know when this is going to happen again!

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* Ask for help ~ As with most things in life, if I see something that impresses me, I ask about it! If I see someone that has amazing hair, a beautiful headband,  or a style I admire – I inquire about it! What’s the worst that can happen?! Stick your neck out – being curious and asking questions is a good thing!

* Focus on the good ~ We all know that no matter how hard we try, there is usually something that isn’t “quite” right… the left side is curlier than the right side, the front dried funky, our barrette won’t stop sliding out – whatever! Focus on what is good! If the volume is there, but the style isn’t, grab a headband that matches your outfit and move on. If your hair is especially shiny, but won’t cooperate, slick it back into a pony and hit the road. Work with what you have 🙂

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* This, too, shall pass ~  I’m pretty sure we have all had one of “those” hair cuts. You know the one… the “ I can’t believe I sat in that chair and LET THIS HAPPEN!” one.  The cut that had us threatening to not leave the house for weeks. But guess what? We lived to tell! It grew! It probably took much longer than we’d like, but it did grow out! And we learned a lesson about a hair length that we Never. Want. Again.

In the end, just like life, we have to hope for the best and prepare for the worst with our hair.

Wishing all of you a good hair day – EVERYDAY!

I’ve found a new love…

When something wonderful happens in my life, I feel that I have the responsibility of sharing it with others, in hopes of them benefiting as well. Friends – Sh*t got real this week. I discovered something that has apparently been around for awhile and kept as a secret by some obviously cold -hearted people. While shopping at World Market with a friend, she casually pointed to a small jar on a display shelf and asked me “Have you ever tried cookie butter?”. That question was the very basis of my introduction to one of the yummiest flavors I have ever experienced. Those 6 words have changed me forever, and Stacey, you now hold an even more special place in my heart.


Recently, this cookie butter phenomena has been a bit more publicized. Arby’s offers a cookie butter shake (bless them), and Oreo now offers a cookie butter flavored option of their famous cookie (on my list for my next shopping trip). The question remained – what the heck was it? Was it like apple butter, because…yuck. No, I had to assume it was going to be something I would love since part of its very description was COOKIE.  In the back of my mind, I was curious, but had never come across the product before – until World Market. And side note, I am so VERY glad that the closest World Market is a 45 minute drive for me, because I can walk in that store and start spending money like it’s my JOB. I should have known that they would play a part in this amazing introduction.

I bought two jars of cookie butter – I’m no dummy. Once home, I was so excited to open it and find out if it truly would become a new favorite. There were no serving suggestions on the jar, so I took this as a clear indication that only a spoon was required to enjoy this spread. Can we please have a moment of silence?!?!? I was 3 spoonfuls deep into this jar and I can tell you that if I wasn’t already married, I would have married it! It’s creamy and sweet and I honestly can’t imagine spreading it on anything else because then some of the flavor may be lost. It has earned itself the right to be a reward for me as I skip to my pantry with a spoon in my hand. And here’s the best part — the label reads “No artificial flavors, colors or preservatives, VEGAN”.  Somebody pinch me – it’s almost healthy!!!!! 🙂


If you have yet to try this spread, please seek it out. I can’t promise that you will love it as much as I do – BUT WHAT IF YOU DO?!?! I need to hear the opinions of others – do you believe this should a requirement in every home, or is it just me?  I have it on my Christmas wish list already.  When I find joy, I share it. I hope you all have a fantastic week end and get to grab one of your favorite snacks sometime soon!