ANTICIPATING – trip to Michigan this summer & more spring fun with the kids.
CLEANING – this morning I cleaned the shower, and vacuumed.
DEALING – with batshit crazy people who are in no way, shape or form rational.
EATING – just had a small bowl of Italian wedding soup. Tonight I’m making chicken/shrimp alfredo.
FEELING very content lately.
HOPING – that my oils team continues to grow, and progress. I love seeing people helping others!
PLANNING – nothing currently (I know, shocking right?)
READING – Calamity Jayne, 1st in a mystery book series that I started reading.
WATCHING – Jake and I just started House of Cards. He has watched most of it before, but is starting it over to watch with me.
WEARING – shorts, tshirt and a light yoga sweatshirt over that. Its bright & sunny, but kind of chilly. I am also sort of obsessed with my brown ballet flats that Allison got me for my birthday.
I miss football season. Don’t get me wrong, I love baseball season, and sitting in the sunshine watching Carolina play. However, football season is where its at. So in honor of me missing football season, I give you the Difference between College Football in the South and the North. (note, this is not my work, I have seen it several places on the internet and love it!).
Planning for the fall football season in the South is radically different than up North. For those who are planning a football trip South, here are some helpful hints.
NORTH: Chap Stick in back pocket and a $20 bill in the front pocket.
SOUTH: Louis Vuitton duffel with two lipsticks, waterproof mascara, and a fifth of bourbon. Money not necessary – that’s what dates are for.
NORTH: College football stadiums hold 20,000 people.
SOUTH: High school football stadiums hold 20,000 people.
NORTH: Expect their daughters to understand Sylvia Plath.
SOUTH: Expect their daughters to understand pass interference….
NORTH: Statues of founding fathers.
SOUTH: Statues of Heisman trophy winners.
NORTH: Also physics major.
SOUTH: Also Miss America.
NORTH: Rudy Giuliani
SOUTH: Archie, Peyton & Eli Manning
NORTH: 5 days before the game you walk into the ticket office on campus.
SOUTH: 5 months before the game you walk into the ticket office on campus, make a large financial contribution and put name on a waiting list for tickets.
Friday Classes After a Thursday Night Game:
NORTH: Students and teachers not sure they’re going to the game, because they have classes on Friday.
SOUTH: Teachers cancel Friday classes because they don’t want to see the few hung over students that might actually make it to class.
NORTH: An hour before game time, the University opens the campus for game parking.
SOUTH: RVs sporting their school flags begin arriving on Wednesday for the weekend festivities. The really faithful arrive on Tuesday.
NORTH: A few students party in the dorm and watch ESPN on TV.
SOUTH: Every student wakes up, has a beer for breakfast, and rushes over to where ESPN is broadcasting “Game Day Live” to get on camera and wave to the idiots up north who wonder why “Game Day Live” is never Broadcast from their campus.
NORTH: Raw meat on a grill, beer with lime in it, listening to local radio station with truck tailgate down.
SOUTH: 30-foot custom pig-shaped smoker fires up at dawn. Cooking accompanied by live performance from the Dave Matthews Band… who comes over during breaks and asks for a hit off bottle of bourbon.
note – here at Carolina, this would be Darius Rucker – not DMB!
Getting to the Stadium:
NORTH: You ask “Where’s the stadium?” When you find it, you walk right in.
SOUTH: When you’re near it, you’ll hear it. On game day it is the state’s third largest city.
NORTH: Drinks served in a paper cup, filled to the top with soda.
SOUTH: Drinks served in a plastic cup, with the home team’s mascot on it, filled less than half way with soda, to ensure enough room for bourbon.
When National Anthem is Played:
NORTH: Stands are less than half full, and less than half of them stand up.
SOUTH: 100,000 fans, all standing, sing along in perfect four-part harmony.
The Smell in the Air After the First Score:
NORTH: Nothing changes.
SOUTH: Fireworks, with a touch of bourbon.
NORTH: “Nice play.”
SOUTH: “Dangit, you slow idiot – tackle him and break his legs.”
NORTH: “My, this certainly is a violent sport.”
SOUTH: “Dangit, you slow idiot – tackle him and break his legs.”
NORTH: Neutral and paid.
SOUTH: Announcer harmonizes with the crowd in the fight song, with a tear in his eye because he is so proud of his team.
After the Game:
NORTH: The stadium is empty way before the game ends.
SOUTH: Another rack of ribs goes on the smoker, while somebody goes to the nearest package store for more bourbon, and planning begins for next week’s game.
Nothing else in the universe comes even halfway close to the glories of Southern football!
#GoGamecocks #Gamecocks #StayCockyMyFriends #SpursUp
So, as most of you know from facebook, instagram and twitter – I have been dating a cute guy named Jake for about 2 months now. He is kind, sweet and an all around gentlemen. I cannot believe how incredibly blessed I have him in my life.
So, I thought a fun way to introduce him to my readers would be to revisit The Boy Behind the Blog, originally done by “Never the Same Spice Twice” back in 2013-2014. The questions below were taken from some of her monthly questionnaires for “the men in a bloggers life”. Enjoy his answers, and then my comments in italics.
1. One vacation spot that is a must with your girlfriend?
– Atlantis in the Bahamas
We actually talked at length with some friends of mine who just got back from one of the Sandals resorts in St. Lucia. Then of course, we went and looked it up online and looked at all the prices and photos. Maybe one day.
2. What is your favorite meal that Lori has ever cooked?
– simple chicken
He had to ask me what this was called, I’ve made it twice since he and I started dating – but not the same way twice. He said “I don’t know why, but I just like it”. My response was “because its so damn good!”. Also bonus, click on “simple chicken” and it will take you to the original recipe I posted here on the blog awhile back!
3. Do you use any forms of Social Media? What is your favorite?
– yes (facebook, twitter and ig). I am on fb/twitter the most. Facebook the most.
He not only is on fb, IG and twitter – but he actually posts stuff, shares photos, etc.
4. Beer, wine, liquor, other, or none of the above?
– beer and wine.
Case in point, the 2 bottles of wine we drank on Tuesday night. We have big wine glasses…ha!
5. Complete the sentence:
– I am thankful for…..beer and wine (laughter ensues). No, I’m thankful for you. I really am, I wouldn’t lie to you.
Cue the sappy tears. He is such a sweetheart, and is genuine. I am thankful for him too!
Normally I do these little “truth bombs” on Tuesdays, but thought I’d throw this one up today. This speaks to me so much. My daughter the other night came up to me and said “mom, if you knew about how bad things were going to get with Dad, or that you and P were going to break up – would you still do things the same”. Without a doubt – without pausing I said “yes I would”. And that is so true. Even knowing all the pain from a divorce, a bitter breakup, and all the little things in between – I wouldn’t change a single thing. I live my life without a single regret. Do I sometimes wonder what would have happened if I had done something differently? Of course I do, everyone does – but at the time, the choice I made was what I wanted, or what I thought was right. They aren’t regrets.
Every step or misstep I’ve taken, every person I dated that was totally wrong for me. Every time I opened my mouth in haste, and hurt someone. Everything is a lesson, a stepping stone and every thing I have ever done has made me who I am today. Wiser than I was when I was 20, stronger than I was when I was 30 – I am me because of the mistakes I have made, and the choices I have made.
My weekend – as told by my cell phone camera.
Yes, that is my handy boyfriend in the back, and his gracious neighbor Victor taking my car apart. It died in the parking garage on Wednesday. All the lights would come on, but the car wouldn’t turn over. After consulting Victor , YouTube and a few internet forums (ha!), Jake determined it was the starter. Saturday rolled around, and after more consulting Victor – we went to the parking garage where my car had been for 3 days and tapped the starter with a hammer. Sure as heck, it started (I was doubtful that this would actually work!). I drove straight home to Jake’s, and parked in the garage. We were sure it would get fixed that day, so we thought nothing of the fact that the van is too long for that spot in the garage. Sunday, after having left the garage door open all night/morning – we managed to move 2 work benches, and again – Victor jumped in to get the car put into neutral (side note, we had the starter and battery out at this point, and no way to get it moved – ugh!). Part has been ordered (thanks baby!) and my car is safely tucked away in Jake’s garage. Also, special shout out to his roommate Robert, who helped us push the van in and whose car is having to live outside, since my van is too far to the right and taking up Robert’s car space.
Sunday night, we went to Eucharist Service at church, since we had missed the Palm Sunday service earlier in the day messing around with the van. It was just what I needed to end the weekend with, and just what I needed to begin this easter season. The music is always on point, and is typically just what I need to hear in that moment. The songs are starting to become familiar, and I get to raise my hands and close my eyes and praising my Savior as I sing. I also love having Jake by my side, holding his hand while we pray is something that is so special to me.
And we ended the weekend after service with dinner at Longhorn in the Vista. I love dining downtown! We had been given a gift card from a couple we are friends with, and we thoroughly enjoyed a special dinner out. After the last 2 crazy weeks of hospitals and car problems, we needed this date night.
We laughed a lot, watched some basketball and enjoyed each others company. I stole mushrooms off his plate, and he stole fries off mine. Best of all, dinner was completely paid for by the gift cards! Only cash out of our pockets was a tip for the waitress and a tip for the valet. =)
After dinner, we went home, checked our brackets (we have a good bet going on with each other) and then crashed. We were worn out! It was an overall good weekend, despite all the crazy with the car. Hopefully we can get it fixed and get Allison’s car back to her, and get my van ready to go to my mama’s for Easter weekend!
You see, 2 months ago I started talking to a guy. My heart was still healing from my last relationship, and I was convinced that all guys were the same (read: not willing to man up and commit). I was never going to find the one that my heart needed and wanted. Then it happened, I started talking to a guy, who made me laugh and made me seriously question everything. Our first date was fun, we talked and talked and despite my awful mood that night (he swears he couldn’t tell), he wanted to go out with me again. We went out again, and stayed so long talking they were shutting the restaurant down around us. In between all those dates, we would talk every night after the kids went to bed, keeping each other up late because neither one of us wanted to stop talking. The 3rd date came and he cooked for me. He wouldn’t let me help, just let me sit there on a bar stool swinging my feet and drinking a glass of wine. Sometime that week into that weekend, we decided to give it a go. I don’t think we even asked each other, we just both knew. We joked about how comfortable we are with each other. That being each others “better half” just came naturally, like we had been together for years.
Neither one of us is used to having help from our partner. I am used to doing everything myself, and having someone stand in my kitchen with me and ask me “what can I do” blows my mind. He does the littlest things that make such a huge difference. He remembers things I have told him, and acts on them. He helps with the kids (huge to me) – homework from high school to elementary school, and wants to help with baseball. He supports my business, and wants to know how he can help me to build it to get me to advance my business to the next level.
I jokingly ask him if he is real life because this is not what I am used to, and he tells me “the past is the past, this is your future”. So many of my friends told me for so long “you are worth so much more”, well guys – I think I may have found my “more”. Its the little moments over the last 2 months that make me realize that God has an amazing plan for us, and he is just getting started in showing up what that plan is going to be. Jake, you are my man-crush-monday, every single day and I cannot wait to see what is in store for us! <3
So back in January I did a post about “January goals”, well I let that roll into February and here I am in March doing an update.
So my personal goals were to find a Sunday School class that I loved, and drink water at work. Well, both of those goals I crushed.
Find a Sunday School Class: I found the “Young Professionals” class at Shandon. I really enjoy the format of the class, and they do things outside of Sundays too. There is an upcoming bowling tournament, where our class is the defending champions! They also go out to eat most Sundays after service, using a little “spin the wheel” toy to pick the lunch location. We have two upcoming service projects as well, that I am excited about.
Drink more water at work: This was surprisingly easy for me. I keep 2 Dasani water bottles at work, and I drink them each day. Its only 40oz, but its a start. I refill them before I leave for the day and store them in the mini fridge that I keep under my desk. My soda intact has gone way down.
My blog goals got super blurred and then thrown out the window. With 3 people leaving from work, my lunch breaks have been a bit funky and I don’t have the time I used to have to make sure I’m commenting on blogs and everything. I am doing okay with keeping up with blogging myself, but I’ve been terrible about commenting and visiting other blogs. My plan is to improve that over the next few weeks. I am doing okay with the writing and scheduling out posts for the most part. Some of them are simple, and some are more complicated. I hope to get back to doing more reviews and sponsored content soon, but for now – its simply just me and my randomness!
Dear Mom reading this post…questioning her choices OR questioning someone else’s choices,
Let this serve as a reminder to you. There are moms who vaccinate and moms who don’t…there are also moms who fall in between. You women are strong and you are wise.
There are moms of intact little boys, moms who circumcise, moms with one of each, or moms who regret their choice no matter what it was. You women are strong and you are wise.
There are moms who formula feed from birth and there are moms who refuse to even let a pacifier enter their child’s breathing space until they are 6 months old. BOTH of those women are strong and BOTH of those women are wise. There are also moms who spent countless hours in tears hiding in shame in the corner of their nurseries trying to figure out nipple shields and breastfeeding covers. Trying to understand why their breasts felt soft and their babies were crying but someone told them “just keep trying….our bodies are made to do this.” Sometimes, village, our bodies are not. You women are strong and you are wise. There are flaws in natures design and we must remember that. There are moms who chose donors and nurse with an SNS. Praise you women…you are strong and you are wise.
There are Moms who take their 6 weeks begrudgingly and hurry back to work. You women are strong and you women are wise. You know you need that to be the best mom you can be. Some moms beg and plead for more time and don’t get it and STILL have to go back to work. They drop their little babies off at daycare and are forced to trust someone to love and care for this little human that they have LITERALLY SPENT their entire life growing. You women are strong and you are wise.
There are moms that cannot bear the thought of someone else being responsible for their child’s education, some moms count down the minute until they can send their kids to kindergarten, some mommas fall in between. They cry the day they drop them off but revel in the silence when they come home. You all are strong and you all are wise.
Some moms yell. Some moms count backward from 10. Some moms journal. Some moms go to therapy. Some moms sit at the table with their kids and take 45 minutes explaining what happened, why they are mad, what they should do differently next time. Guess what? You are all strong and you are all wise.
Some moms drive past a McDonalds and think “eh what the hell” and they drive through while their kids scream happily in the backseat about chicken nuggets and french fries. Some Moms drive past a McDonalds and think “that would be SO much easier…”. Some Moms drive past a McDonalds and think “GROSS! I cannot put that trash inside my child’s body” Some Moms drive past a McDonalds and pull into a chain restaurants parking lot, walk in and order their kids chicken nuggets and think “at least I didnt go to McDonalds”. Some Moms drive past McDonalds, straight home and hand craft quinoa nuggets for their kids. You are all strong….and you are all wise.
When getting ready for birth some Momma’s proudly proclaim they cannot wait for the drugs. GIMMIE THE JUICE. Some mommas spend hours, weeks, months researching every single detail of the birthing process….and in the end they seek some sort of medicinal pain relief. Some mommas wing it and end up with no pain relief what so ever. Each of those mommas has their own feelings about their birthing journey. Some love it. Some hate it. Some have more kids JUST so they can give birth again. Some proclaim they will never, ever birth again, ever. You know what? You are all strong and you are all wise.
You see…social media moms….we are all birds of the same beautiful feather. We, as some point, gave life to another human being. We grew them. We nourish them in one way or another. We kiss booboos, wipe tears, dance in the living room, put on time out, spend hours with bloodshot eyes in the ER because WE SWEAR that fever is not JUST teething…it cannot possibly be. We wake up in the middle of the night…poo smeared all over everything. There is even poo in the next room…how did it get there? We will never know. We go through food slumps where our kids diets consist of Mac N cheese and half chewed gum from movie theater chairs. We go through highs where whipping up a quick batch of “toddler muffins” is” totes no big deal for us/” We go through pride, we go through regret, we go through trials and tribulations, highs and lows. We go through it all. We are responsible for life…LIFE. That is A LOT of pressure. Its a wonder we don’t spontaneously combust.
Moms we are each a phoenix in our own right. We are burned everyday by our own self judgement. Then, because we are strong and we are willful and we are the single most powerful beings on planet Earth…we rise again with a fire inside that cannot be contained.
Remember this, my sweet village, never let anyone hurt your Phoenix. Not even yourself.
You are strong and you are wise.
Hello everyone! Super honored to be a little guest post-er here on Ramblings! I blog as often as I can..but I am a busy momma! I have 4 little nuggets, 3 of which I have home grown…the other I get to throw a dash of ingredients here and there. They are Aidyn-9, Jameson-5, Paisley-3, and Macie (aka Phil)-6 months! I have been in love with my main squeeze for just over 10 years! I am super duper passionate about Mommas building each other up, having their village and empowering others!! I love all things birth, babies, breastfeeding and I also love carbs! Thanks for the quick read! Feel free to drop in here ocassionally to see if I have updated! http://thehybridhippy.blogspot.com/
Toodles <3 Kaylin
Jake sent me this song the other day on the radio, and immediately texted me to tell me about it. He said it is a good one for us, and I think so too! The original video is a little weird (as some music videos are), but this “stripped down” version of the song is amazing.