Life is a ride. Life is a road trip. Life is a journey. Curve-ball…bumps in the road…hiccups… These should all ring a bell of familiarity. If the first is a cliche about life in general, the latter is a cliche that describes when life is not so friendly. My question is: On what are you riding?
In a recent conversation with a friend it kind of came to me quite by accident yet made so much sense. I see it as the option to ride three trains. Continue reading Here’s a free pass for the “F&*K THAT” train… →
In my family, I am known as the Dessert Queen. I’ve never been the mom to have homemade cookies waiting warm for the “kiddies” once they came off the bus. Screw that! If I wasn’t working a 13 hour shift I was taking a nap to recover from one. Continue reading Cookie Dough is my Kryptonite! →
So, my oldest is now in college but has been involved with photography classes since high school. Often times she needs models to help with certain projects. As her mom I am always at the ready! When she was still under our roof I was the savior for last minute donuts, rides for friends, and any assistance needed for school projects…aka #1-photo-assistant. Mainly I would hold light boxes. I took my lighting job seriously, making sure the subjects for shots were lit to perfection. My lighting was ON POINT! I’d get on step stools in precarious positions all to get the right angle. My hands would cramp with the grip it required to hold those light boxes at a certain angle. I found angles that aren’t even known as angles. Angles, angles, angles! Angles that only a #1 photo assistant (aka Mom) could master. All for the cause! But, all the while offering myself as a willing “subject matter” too. Always the bridesmaid, never the bride…
Continue reading In The Eyes of Your Child You’re No Supermodel →
Physically and mentally, you’d never know I ran the Marine Corp Marathon 2 weeks ago. The level of fitness that took months to develop has all but disappeared in the past two weeks. It’s almost like a period of mourning when it’s all over. You commit so completely to the process of training to be ready for the big day, you don’t even realize how EVERYTHING else takes a backseat. Even my husband slept on the couch for at least two months leading up to the race so he didn’t keep me up with his snoring. I ain’t gonna lie…I like the bed to myself! No shame in my game, sleep is my number one priority as I get older. I digress…😊 Continue reading Funeral of a Marathoner →