Wednesday, March 12, 2014


Life has a funny way of turning on a dime, doesn't it?

And it has for me, but in a good way. When I got AFAA certified, I thought I'd teach one or two group exercise classes a week--3 at the most. But when I got the opportunity to keep the job I have teaching one to two classes in the morning, then add two classes on Mondays, one on Tuesdays, one on Thursdays and one on Fridays (bringing my total up to 6-7 classes! Per week!), I knew I couldn't let it pass me by. So now, with my schedule changing once again, I'm taking a long break to settle in and see how things go.

This doesn't mean I won't ever blog again, it just means I'm saying adieu--for now.

Thank you for your support and encouragement, and we'll talk again soon :)

The story of life
is quicker than the wink of an eye,
the story of love
is hello and goodbye...
until we meet again.
{jimi hendrix}

Thursday, March 6, 2014

my rock

We are experiencing a difficult season.

Difficult seasons seem to come in waves. You never know when to expect problems to arise, and I always seem to be a bit caught off guard when they do.

I guess the thing that bothers me the most about present difficulties is imagining what could arise in the future.

Last night, in yet another conversation with my daughter over some unfortunate choices she made, she was expressing frustration over the fact that I looked at her iPod.

"It's supposed to be private. It's my private life. It's my business."

So I told her that I would always be in her business, at least for a very long time. I'll always want to know where she's going, who's she's with, what she's doing, how long she'll be there, who else will be there. Every detail.

Yes. I'll be in your business, sweetie. It's my job right now.

To which she responded: "Well. I guess I won't be going to any parties in high school."

Not if I have anything to do with it.

Sometimes I feel like I can't do it. I don't have what it takes right now, nor do I possess what it is going to take to rein this child in, to keep her safe and protected, to help her make good choices when there are so many choices to make. It puts knots in my stomach and my soul until I feel like I can barely breath.

Truly my soul finds rest in God;
my salvation comes from him.
Truly he is my rock and my salvation;
he is my fortress, I will never be shaken.

Tuesday, March 4, 2014


I looked at my daughter, sitting primly beside me on the church pew, doodling in pink all over the words "HOLY SPIRIT" on her bulletin.

"Hey, mom...can Avery come over today? Mom? Can she??"

She knows my weakness, and she was hoping that I wasn't paying close enough attention to her and that I might slip up and say yes. Always waiting for the slip-up, that one.

I was trying to pay attention to the service, not plan playdates for the afternoon, and clearly the "I'm ignoring you by not looking at you and not anwering you while you continue to ask me the same question over and over again" wasn't working, so I put her off with the first words I could think of. "I'll talk to daddy."

Biiiiiig sigh.

Then, not 2 minutes later, my son leans across his sister. "Mom! Mom! Hey, mom...can Avery and her brother come over today?"

It's hard to yell at a whisper while the preacher is talking.

I got up to receive communion, and when I sat down, they started again. Except this time, my daughter added, "I told daddy that you wanted to talk to him about Avery coming over and he gave me a mad look."  Insert pouty face. I looked down the pew at my husband, who mouthed the word "NO" at me.

Of course. She had gotten in trouble at school on Friday and obviously couldn't have a friend over to play. (Sorry, I misspoke. Tweens DO NOT play, they hang out.) Had she not asked me right in the middle of the church service, I probably wouldn't have had to put her off because I could have had a second to actually think.

They know. They know the precise moment to ask and get the answer they want, the little devils.

Yesterday, she wanted another friend to come over.

(She tends to talk in all caps when she's really excited or really wants something. Or when someone else is talking. Or any other time. She just talks in all caps all the time. Except at school. Then she can barely be heard, making me wonder if the child that gets off the bus and lives in my home is the same child that sits in the classroom all day.)

Is there anything more maddening?

See. They know. They watch and wait like a cat, then they jump out at you all crazy-like, hopping around, screeching and yelling like a banshee. They're like a cat-shee.

Have you seen the movie "The History of the World", where she's choosing an escort based on the size of the men's, um...{ahem}? Her song goes something like this:

NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO...YES. NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO...

This is my new song. I'm just gonna make it easy on myself. I don't care what they ask me. It's no. No. No. No. No. NO.

And sometimes they might get a yes.

Monday, March 3, 2014

Road Rage

I'm not a perfect driver. I'm actually a little on the aggressive assertive side,* but it's only because I'm impatient with slow people who hog the left lane like it's the last night of their life and they are going to live it up over there--at 25 MPH.
*I know aggressive drivers, and I ain't one of'em. Red Chevy and Black Mustang, I'm looking at you. You know who you are.

I came across one such driver on my way home from the mall a few weeks ago. Mr. Silver Honda Pilot was lolly-gagging in the left lane, right next to an 18-wheeler in the middle and a tiny red car on the right. This bugs me beyond words, when people cannot seem to make themselves go faster than the huge truck carries who-knows-how-many-tons of oil. They were all going between 50 and 55, which, by the way, is the posted speed limit, so they weren't necessarily doing anything wrong. Besides being totally annoying. (Truck is excluded from the annoying equation. This time.)

So I came up behind Silver Honda, but didn't tailgate, just got close enough to send the message that hey, it'd be great if you'd move on over. Or speed up.

To which he responded with nothing. No speed up. No get over. Just traveling along about 5 miles under the speed limit.


Here's how I see it. I would like to drive faster than you. This means nothing. It does not indicate that you are stupid or ignorant or a bad driver.* If I choose to go at a faster speed than you, then it is my own arrogance that will perhaps get me a ticket once I pass you, and you are free to laugh, but not point, as you pass me by going your chosen speed. Which clearly is the right choice. So all I need you to do is just get over. Just move right on over and allow me to pass you, then you can reclaim your position in the left lane and go under the speed limit and wait for the next person to ask you to politely move on over before they become obnoxious tailgaters who flash their lights and blow their horns. (For the record, I do not do this.)
*Most of the time.

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But no. Drivers just looooooooove that left lane. Hang on to it for dear life. As did Silver Honda. Just when I thought about cursing him (in my head), however, he suddenly moved over and I thought he had finally seen me in his rearview. Thank you!

But Mr. Silver Honda Pilot had another game in mind as he swerved back out into the left lane directly behind me. Tailgater becomes tailgatee.* Suddenly, Silver Honda was going 15 miles over  the posted 55MPH speed limit as he stayed on my tail with every lane change, every speed up, every slow down.
*Totally wasn't tailgating. I would know, I was there.

REALLY, Honda Pilot? Really?

Thankfully, he didn't follow me as I got in the lane for my exit, but he did grace me with one last impression with his single finger salute.


Old men should know better.

1. Do not tailgate. It's annoying. (not me, him.)
2. Stay away from people who show any signs of road rage.
3. Just go the speed limit and avoid these problems altogether.
4. But please, for the love of all that is good in the world, stay out of the left lane.

Lovely and Loyal Readers-

As the time I have devoted to writing becomes less, I've decided to cut back on writing posts from 3-4 days per week to around 2. Please keep reading and responding, as I love to hear your feedback!

Thanks for reading!!