procrastination at its finest

Well, it has been over  year since I renewed my vows with blogging….it was clearly a hasty decision.  It is no coincidence that shortly after my last post in March 1012 we found out we were having another baby.  Being pregnant in your 30’s is probably awesome for most women, perhaps something to do with experience or learning to appreciate things a little more.  For me, pregnancy at 33 was filled with raging heartburn and swollen ankles.  In addition, shortly after the birth of our third BOY, we decided it was time to upgrade our house. With three growing boys, it was only a matter of time before our house felt more like a dorm room than a house they could grow up in. So, with a four month old and some ibuprofen, we moved our family into a wonderful home with room to breathe.  I have to tell you, I’ve never had a house with stairs before, and it’s like a built in gym….at least that’s what I keep telling myself. Hopefully it won’t be another year before I write again.  I always think about what I SHOULD be writing in my blog, so maybe I will actually have time to transcribe it, like having a baby 7 years later, moving into a house with a barren wasteland of a backyard (hello, container gardening) and what were we thinking when we let our children join little league.

until we meet again…..


management advice

Delegate items on the staff meeting agenda to your employees.  Let them do the research and present to the group.  Out of these experiences, natural leaders will emerge and you can start “finding your replacement.”  Every manager should always be finding their replacement.  This can be the person you will mentor and coach so that they will “catch” your vision.

dental distasters

My 8 year old went to the dentist recently after about two years.  He had 8 cavities.  We were asked many things, including, “does he eat a ton of sugar?”, “do you give him cokes?”, “how long has it been since you have taken him to a dentist?”  I thought my husband was going to jump over the chair and start wailing on these wonderfully judgmental faces, but, instead states, “we grow our own vegetables, for God’s sakes.”  I was very proud of him because the veins were popping out of his forehead, and he restrained.

Needless to say, we have had several visits to the dentist since then.  Only one of which my son didn’t bite or threaten death on someone.  The funny thing about Jack is he is perfectly fine until he spots a needle, and then he is Predator.  He literally transforms into another creature.  It’s not at all humorous when the dentists and his LOVELY help are looking at you like you are a horrible parent because they assume you bathe your child in caramel and rinse them with high fructose corn syrup. It is, however, funny when you realize how mortified you are that you birthed predator and that he is an exact replica of his mother at her age…  except for the mouth he inherited from his father that never stops talking, especially when he’s dosed with gas at the dentist and proceeds to explain to the dentist that his nurse is, in fact, making fun of him.

So, now comes the hard part. We either make our son take the needle like a champ or we take him to the hospital to put him under general anesthesia where one of the side effects listed is….DEATH.  Needless to say, the kid is on lock down until his teeth are fixed. shot included.


Well, I’m 33 today.  What have I learned?  Here’s an extremely abbreviated list:  cling to Christ, there’s always room to grow (except around the waistline) and i’ll never please everybody. By now in my life I’ve had the opportunity to be lied to, cheated on and used.  By this time in my life I’ve lied, cheated and used.  My favorite snack before bed is carbs and my favorite cup of coffee is the bottomless one.

I’m an imperfect wife, mother, friend and boss.  In this I hold true.  I am so very, very imperfect.  But in this imperfection, my precious Lord will be glorified because he is my guide and my remedy.  He is my guide and my remedy.

Christ is my guide and my remedy.

I have started roughly six blogs in my 33 years.  I might keep a couple of them.  My hope is to combine them all into one here.  I want to help others avoid my mistakes in life… and gardening…and maybe cooking…and not finishing college before the age of 33!!! (stay in school kids. trust me.)

Okay. Intro done.  Me and my Linford Detweiler background music will go now.

marital advice.

Ladies.  If you are in the vicinity of “the mood,” do not let your husband do this to his face and then ask him to talk in a “Boston accent.”  Your mood will turn from “the mood” to uncontrollable fits of laughter.