Blessed

 

So as I laid in bed last night, hamster going 90 mph on its wheel in my head, I started to think about some things. I realized how many times a day I say I'm stressed, or complain or just have a bad attitude. I worry, I fuss, I moan and groan, I overthink, overanalyze and sit in a place of discontent. I spend so much time trying to perfect and do right, be right, think right, that I lose sight of what is truly right. The truth: I am blessed. Cue, Martina McBride. (and here she is for those of you who cannot conjure up the song)

 



I laid there in bed, surrounded by my girls (ya know the ones who sleep so close to me I literally cannot move) and smiled. I have a good job, house (that I own), loving family and friends, clothes, shoes, purses... ya get my drift.

Wow, for someone who has so much I sure act like the world is falling in on me. Yeah, I get that sometimes life is rough and I get angry with the circumstances I face, but in the grander scheme of things I am blessed. I wake up every morning knowing where my food will come from, have a closet full of clothes to choose from and the two loving puppies who want nothing but my love. I get texts, calls, messages from people who love me and care about me. I get the chance to impart knowledge on people, help them, guide them.

I also get to see the glory of God at work. I have watched Him speak truth into others and myself; I have witnessed His love open hearts, let down guards and show others what it means to believe. I choose to let Him fill the voids left by years of suffering and pain in my life. I allowed Him to let people in my life and to touch their lives. Yes, I am blessed.

I challenge you to take a minute today to stop and think about how wonderful your life actually is. Take a minute to stop worrying, stressing, putting emphasis on the material and thank God for the blessings in your life.

This Time

I can remember this time last year. TCU's new stadium was due to debut, M and I bought season tickets with his parents and my brother and we were about to head to College Station to see A&M play Florida.

That morning was quite funny as I woke up to the sound of the Aggie Marching Band playing the war hymn at eh 7am.... Typical M. We donned our game day apparel, packed a lunch and got in the car to make the drive. We stopped so I could take a picture of the barn, said a quick hello to my mom in Calvert and then made it his mecca.

I can remember every other Saturday for the next 4 months. They began and ended with college football, from the Game Day song to the last seconds of the last game, college football was king of the house. Chloe curled up on the couch with M and I posted up in the bedroom to read or sleep (mostly sleep). Or if we headed to the Fort for TCU games we arrived about 30 min before kickoff and often exited before the clock wound down.

This time last year I had no idea how much my life would change. I had no clue it would be the last time I would put on maroon and lock legs with strangers, I had no clue it would be the last time I forced my husband to endure a TCU game, I had no clue it would be the last time I would twirl at TCU and M wouldn't be there to see it. I had no clue it would be the last time I would become a college football widow.

It hit me this morning that I would begin the first college football season in 7 years alone.

I was sad for a moment. As much as I used to complain (ok I did more than complain I may have whined, nagged, shouted, er ya know) about losing pretty much every Saturday from Labor day to January 8, it was all I knew.

So, this time when that familiar song comes blaring through my TV, or when Dr. Lou imparts wisdom on the masses, or Corso dons the headgear I will look back not with sadness, but with fond memories of a helmet on the coffee table, my puppy girl wearing the gear of the 12th man or a grown man with a phone glued to his ear acting like a 5 year old at Christmas.

Because of him I know what a spread offense is, I know TCU runs a 4-2-5 defense, I learned about the red zone, the option, when to run and when to throw, and most of all I learned that there is nothing in the world like watching 90,000 people sway in harmony. Thanks M.

It's college football season y'all. Wives embrace it, men don't get too wild, and Wear Purple, yell loud and Fear the Frog.

Life Ain't Sunshine & Roses

I had a conversation yesterday with someone who, well means the world to me. I sat and listened to them. They sounded just like me. I have sat and said so many of the same things. "I don't understand how I got here" "Why would anyone want me" "I'm afraid I'll screw it up" "What if things don't work out?"

 

Wow, how many times had these same words passed through my own lips, or been memorialized on paper in my journal or blogs. How often have I sat in my office and cried because I just didn't want to do "this" anymore. (don't ask me what "this" is, but its just this, ya know). How many times had I sat in city group and been jealous of these wonderful couples and thought why can't I have that? or why don't I get what I want? How often have I sat at home and just wallowed in my own self pity.

 

I have embraced my depression, my anxiety, my worrywhortness, my pessimism and that life isn't fair. Life is just this crazy thing we get to endure each day. Yeah, I have good days and bad days, I have wonderful minutes and cry the next. I can go weeks without thinking about M and then all of a sudden it hits me. One day I'm ready to move on and the next I am running like a bat out of hell to avoid anything close to a relationship.

 

As I listened to my friend's words and I offered advice I was kind of taken aback at myself. Here I was telling them my advice. How you have to just stop worrying about everything and just live. That life isn't fair, it isn't perfect and you cannot control everything. When did I become this person? When did I realize all this and when the heck will start taking my own advice?

 

I guess I had not realized how far I have come. Yeah, I still have some sh!tty days (i.e. yesterday when I just wanted to jump in a hole and pull the hole in with me), but life isn't all that bad. Yes, I am still angry with how things have transpired, yes I doubt and wonder and run and tend to stay guarded. But I have also seen the wonder and glory of God. I have been shown grace and given grace and will continue to see it.

 

I have seen God at work in the little ways. He has placed people in my life just when I need them--some permanently and others just a passing lesson to be learned.  I have been amazed by His capacity to love, comfort and ease my pain. I have "bought in" so to speak. I have embraced that for those things we cannot explain, the struggles, suffering, pain, hard-learned lessons, He is behind them, charting our paths.

 

The more I talked to my friend, the more I realized that though life may not be fair, its not all that bad when you stop trying to control everything and live. And truly live, let life take you where it wants, let people in, open your heart--learn to love again.

 

So, if you're reading this today friend here is what I know:

 

You are sweet and kind, smart and funny, and you have a great capacity to love, not only others, but yourself. Its easy to look backwards and think life seemed grand, but the past is just that, what you have now is the future, this vast, blank canvas ready to be filled with whatever you want. Sure, its scary because you don't know where to start and have no clue how it will end, but the joy is all the moments in the between--life. I see you not as you do, but through His eye, a precious gift that has been given to the world and to me. So, don't think what if (insert any array of awful things that could happen) and think what if (insert array of all the good things). Have a little faith and know, I am here for you even when you say nothing at all--I love you.

 

How do you Know?

How do you know?

Its when you wake up and realize how far you have come? When you is the real you and not the person you became. When you have embraced the fact that not everyone will be like him and you do not have to be like that you. Is it when you have given yourself enough time to recover, to grieve, be angry, scared, upset. It is when you know the person you are today, is truly the person you are.

How do you know?

Its when the feeling of guilt goes away. When that person who used to be one-half of another person lets you go. When that guilt loosens its grip and say to you, its ok. Is it when you stop feeling like you are a bad person for finding something or someone that makes you happy.

How do you know?

Is it when the anger subsides and the bitterness slides away? Is it when you no longer them all as evil and exploding canons waiting to hurt you? Is it when you say his name and anger no longer quells in your heart.

How do you know?

It is when you finally stop thinking of your life in terms of when M and I or "we" used to, or man this one time... or in "our" house. Is it when you finally lay his ghost to rest, when you put that part of your life away.

How do you know?

Is it when you are happy... on your own. When you can fill up your own time with things you like and are content. It is when you sincerely enjoy your life as you, and not one-half of another person. Is it when you are not trying to fill that void, but are looking to complement you.

How do you know?

Is it when you can do things alone? Eat, movies, go out, sit at Starbuck's and read.... alone. When you have filled your life with His love and not his love.

How do you know?

Is it when you are emotionally ready? When you have found resolve in your situation and have decided to live in the now and not in the past? Is it when you let your guard down? When you don't suspect every person will be just like him. Is it when you can see that most people are inherently decent, loyal, loving and are looking for you just as ardently as you are looking for them? Is it when you trust you heart to someone else?

How do you  know?

Is it when you don't compromise anymore. Well you do but not the things most important to you. When you  can put your foot down early and say, no, this isn't what I want. When you realize you cannot change them and that's ok. Is it when you can see that you do not have to give up what you really want for someone else.

How do you  know?

Well, you just do. It may take some time and trial and error and you may hurt people along the way. You may revert into old habits, move too fast, move too slow, take 5 steps back for every forward, but then you get it. You stop pushing on the proverbial "bruise" on your heart and realize its not there.

How do you know when you're ready to love again?

One Epic Weekend

I have to say this was one of the best weekends ever! After being sick all week, I was a little scared for the weekend, but alas it turned out great.

Friday I was still feeling pretty icky so I took it easy and did a lil movie watching.

Saturday I was up early for perhaps the slowest 3 mile run I have done, well in forever. My body was just not having it. But then I had a massage and headed to meet Neely & Amber for a blate of all blates. Neely and I have only been planning this for umm I dunno, a year! Yes, a year people. Everytime we got a plan something came up. Guess that's what happens when you put two busy gals together. She was amazing! It was like we has known each other for years. Amber was awesome too. This is what blogging is about people! You read about these people's lives and then you meet them and its like hanging out with your long lost best friend. Both ladies were so sweet, and fun and we just shopped and gossiped like a bunch of French hens!

Then, we headed over to my neck of the woods for a lil Pure Barre. Neely & Amber are pros as this, but I had a blast! I have not taken a barre class in like 9 months and now there is a studio down the street. Check out Pure Barre Fort Worth. It was an awesome workout and my buttocks and thighs are still burning! And it was blogger meet-up fun. I also got a chance to meet Taylor who is a fellow Horned Frog.

Saturday night I went to a movie, saw We're The Millers. Holy bananas it was hilarious! Lil offensive in language and an epic ball shot, but freaking hilarious people. Then I met a friend out from another lifetime ago who happened to be in Fort Worth. It was so much fun to catch up and chat. Strange how you can years without seeing people and then BAM, they pop back into your life and its like nothing changed (err well we have both changed, but ya know what I meant).

And then it was Sunday. I was at Miss Texas Homecoming all day. Our organization was fortunate to host this event as Miss Texas 2013 was one of our girls. Ivana Hall was Miss North Texas. It was so much fun to see all my pageant friends and catch up and celebrate Ivana. There were cupcakes, cookies, food and friends & a lil Jesus in between.

 

 

Umm then I got the bestest thing in the mail... Yes, bestest! Just the invitation to my BOFF's wedding!!!!

 

 

This weekend made Sophie tired.... she said mom its time for bed!  All in all, great weekend of people, food and fun!



Confessional Friday

Oh Friday how I needed you more than well the last time I said I needed a Friday. I have been sick all week, with the flu then a lovely episode of my lovely Crohn's. Needless to say, yup I need the weekend. So, what better way to celebrate the weekend than to join Leslie and tell you how I would spend my perfect day.

9:00 am - Yup, 9am not 5:40, 6 or 7am, but 9am the dogs would sleep till then and not want out!

I would eat a leisurely breakfast of pancakes made from scratch by someone other than me, with some fruit and maybe some eggs. It would come with a side of fresh-squeezed OJ and some coffee. Or French toast, ok so maybe French toast with a little powdered sugar, fruit and eggs.

11am - gym for a great workout, maybe  turbo kick, maybe bootcamp, maybe just some really good leg workouts

1 pm - Lunch at one my favs, i.e. Panera, Zoe's, McAlister's, McKinely's... yeah I kinda like salad and sandwiches

2pm - HIT THE POOL!!!  Grab my 'kini, good book, sweat tea and head for the rays. Nothing makes a girl feel better than a tan.

6pm - NAP, yup a nap at 6pm.

730 pm grab some grub with some friends somewhere I can sit outside, because on my perfect days its not 112 degrees in Ft Worth, Texas, yet I can still go to the pool (yeah right).

9pm - OUT, but too late because I would like to feel totally amazing and refreshed the next day.

Yup, and I would possibly squeeze in  some shopping or puppy play time.

That One Time I Emailed in Anger

Here is the disclaimer to this entire post *I was sick with the flu, as in fever, shakes, throat sore, body aching, awful, flu* So my actions cannot be held against me.

So, Monday whilst sitting at my desk feeling like death warmed over, I got a little email in my inbox from one of my favorite paralegals. Its subject: Best Actress Award. Hmm interesting. I open it and proceed to read. Yes, yes, I see, I'm reading, ok, let's get to the point... Oh I see it now... Baby! Yup, baby. She is pregnant.

I know I should've been happy as a clam, overjoyed as I love her to death and was at her wedding, etc... Nope. Anger, flush of anger. It just swarmed over me. Tears welled up in my eyes and I did it, I hit forward. Yup, forward, not reply (you totally thought I replied and was mean to her? I'm not that cray). Nope, I forwarded to the ex. Yes M. Lord help me!

I emailed in anger. I forwarded that email to M and was angry at him. Yup, 30 year old, baby crazy me. I cannot believe I just admitted to doing this... I have a half a mind to delete this whole post as I am pretty sure anyone who reads it will turn and run. But, ya know what, its the truth. I realized it wasn't M I was mad at, it was the ugly head of jealousy abounding.

It wasn't her, it was what it symbolized to me. How would she, who got married after me and makes less than me (reason M wanted to wait apparently we just didn't have enough $) get what I wanted so much? Why? I realized I was angry with life and Him.

I stopped, shocked and appalled at myself for sending the email and realized because that wasn't His plan. My life is supposed to take a different road. Funny how things turn out. I took about a million deep breaths and hoped M would not reply... (He totally did and wasn't mad, probably because he knows me too well). I apologized blamed my fever and went home.

On my drive I thought about it again, why I was upset. I mean, had I continued to be stuck in the place with M I would never have been truly happy. I would have gone through the motions and built up more and more anger. I would not have found my wonderful church home, let new friends into my life and opened my heart to feeling & loving again.

Things will happen when they are supposed to. You can't rush them, push them, or force them. They will be scary, like scare the  H E double hockey sticks out of you. But you can either stand still too scared to move or jump in the water and see where the tide takes you.

In a funny end to this story, I had to run to Sam's Club later that day to pick up ice cream for our city group block party. I could not find my card. So I went to customer service for them to look me up. They could not find me. I had to call M to get the number of the account. Talk about eating humble pie. He was sweet and gave the number to me.

Moral of the story, don't email in anger and laugh at yourself.

Cause Life Ain't Fair

I write this while sitting at home sick as a dog. I feel like a truck ran over my body picked me back up and ran over me again. Stopped up nose, sore throat, achy body... just all over icky. So, you would think I would be home asleep, right?

Well, I did sleep some post doctor visit. But then my body ok brain said work!, text! argue with people because that will make it all better.... said no one ever. Why is it when you feel awful life decides to just beat you down. You are busy at work, arguing with people, home improvement projects attack you and people decide to announce they are having babies. ( I know this sounds dumb, but for those of you around a while know this is still hard for me).

But, life just isn't fair. See fair is this word that was made up by the English language to terrorize the masses. We are taught when we are young to share, take turns, let everyone try it... in essence that life is fair. Even now kids get trophies for just participating and no one loses in sporting events. Hello, we are lying to the children of America, cause guess what? LIFE IS NOT FAIR.

I am 30, single, sans a kid with two dogs and house that has all but sucked my savings dry. This is not what I was taught by Mrs. Lingo in the first grade when she said you can make all your dreams comes true (cause who dreams this scenario?).

Yeah I know, count my blessings (and I do) I am employed, healthy (except for the gallons of mucus sliding down my throat), own a home, surrounded by wonderful friends and family, and have a wonderful guy who is pretty smitten with me--what more do I need/want?

So, as I sit here, feeling life death warmed over, I prayed. I prayed not for myself, but for my future. I prayed that I would be patient enough to let my selfish thoughts subside and let God take control. I prayed for peace to live in the moment and this current season of my life. I prayed that someday someone will see in me all the things I fail to see in myself. I prayed that my friends would continue to hold me accountable and speak truth into me. I prayed for my future--not for how I wanted it to turn out, but that I would let it unfold on its own.

Open Call

This my announcements that I am holding and open call, an audition, taking applications for a husband. Yup.... you heard me I am in the market. I know, how cliché, I am supposed to be this independent, liberal "she can do it all" woman of the world! Pft!

I consider myself quasi-handy. Yup, I can change light fixtures, install ceiling fans, work a drill... I have even been known to change the locks. And this is exactly what brought about this open call. I was changing the back door lock last night and things went well (minus the 16 mosquito bites I got while the door was open). So, I proceeded to do the front door. Took off old one, scraped deadbolt off the door because it was painted on and proceeded to put on new one. Then I realized they gave me the wrong deadbolt. See, I have this little decorative piece that goes around my deadbolt on the front door and the new was did not accommodate for that. Miffed is an understatement. I proceeded to put the old one back on, should be simple right? WRONG!

It would no go back on. I could get it all lined up then part would fall off. I would get it lined up and then the screws would not line up. I would get it almost done and the stupid decorative piece would move. I threw my hands up in frustration. I was crying right there over a deadbolt.

This is just not how it was supposed to be. Where was the man who would come to my rescue and help me? No where. I was alone, hot, tired, big-bitten and no lock on my front door. I yelled at the poor soul on the phone who called just to see how my night was. (sorry) I had all but given up. 45 minutes later I was back in action, granted the door is only held in place by one bolt. So come on burglars break on in!

So... I laid on the couch called a friend and b!tched and decided I needed a man. So, here are the things I am looking for:

• kind
• loving
• handy
• gives backrubs
• gives footrubs
• likes my dogs
• works out
• eats relatively healthy
• has tools and will never let me do anything by myself when it comes to home improvement unless I tell him I can do it and even then swoops to my rescue
• handsome
• good job (heck a job)
• and likes me for me

See, not that bad right? I mean he also needs to be able to deal with my less-than-normal family; slight temper, shopping addiction, and need to be right (always right). Oh and if he cooks and cleans that would not be a bad thing either.

My point is, I cannot do it all and its ok. Sometimes you just have to ask for help. But.... if ya know any good men... Have a fabulous Monday y'all!

Friday!! I need this more than just about any Friday ever, minus perhaps last Friday. In honor of such a Friday I give you my happies & crappies for the week:  

HAPPIES

 

1. New floors installed in the house! Yay new floors. No more gapping, cracking, splitting, etc... The pups slide all over them, its wonderful

 

2. The fabulous yellow Kay Unger dress I am sporting today. Its raining and this yellow makes me happy.

 

 

 

3. Finally got someone to hang the curtains in my bedroom :)

 

4. Lunch with K just seems to brighten my day and helps me put things in perspective.

 

5. The impromptu trip to Waco to meet my mom and get the pups & the giant whoopee pie I ate from the Czech Stop in West.

 

6. That text you get that just melts your heart and is just what you needed at the moment.

 

7. Birthdays! Yay for Frank's bday poker tourney tonight and Laura's bday dinner Tuesday! Seriously, I have some of the best friends.

 

CRAPPIES

 

1. Texting while wining (I should not be allowed to text while I engage in wine and girl talk)

 

2. Trying to appease 4 partners at one time and do it all with a smile and getting it all right the first time.

 

3. Making tough decisions that you don't want to make but know you have to... yeah those

 

4. dessert as in when it stays on my hips because I have eaten too much of it.... yeah the cake must go!

 

5. Not knowing. I know this is vague people, but yes, I hate not knowing and waiting and the limbo of life.

 

 

 

6. Discovery responses. They just suck.

 

You Think You Know Me

 

It's Thursday, that day before wonderful Friday, but today, well today you get to know a little more about moi! Linking up with the Texas Women Bloggers for this little acquaintance party. So, without further ado:

 

1. What part of Texas do you call home?

 

I live in the DFW Metroplex and call Fort Worth (aka Cowtown, Funkytown) home!. Although I went to high school in the Dallas area (Duncanville to be exact) I attended TCU and after law school knew my heart was here.

2. How long have you been blogging?

 

I began blogging the day after I took the Texas Bar exam in July 2011. Wow, its been 2 years and soooo much has changed.

 3. Why did you start blogging?

 

I began blogging to  share my experiences as a young baby lawyer, newlywed, new homeowner etc... Well, if you have been around here long you know that I am now about to enter my third year of practice, am single again and bought my actual first home a month ago. Wow how times flies and things change, but it has been wonderful sharing the ride with the many friends I have made right here!

 4. When we visit your blog, what can we expect to discover?

 

You will find everything from law talk, my life struggles/stories, fashion, food, devotionals, yeah you just never know, but there is sure to be some humor and I am always raw and real. No sugar-coating here.

 5. How did you come up with your Blog Title and what is its meaning?

 

It's a play on Legally Blonde.... cause well, I'm, blonde, did pageants, from the south, yeah just call me Elle Woods (small dogs included).

 6. What do you love about being part of Texas Women Bloggers?

 

Sharing with each other, supporting each other and just getting to know other women in and around Texas who love what I love as well.

7. Who inspires you to blog?

 

Lots of who's inspire me from my mom, V&D, my church friends, the ex, but when it comes to bloggers, I am blessed with some great mentors, friends and just all-around awesome ladies to look up to:

 

Neely @ A Complete Waste of Makeup

 

P!inky @ P!ink Persistence

 

Jessika @ The Newly

 

Janna @ Perception is Everything

 

Kelly @ Messy Dirty Hair

 

 8. If you could pick a favorite blog post from this past year, what would it be?

Oh wow, just one.... its would either be this one where I speak to M, or this one about the smoke detector incident, because well, its just totally me.

Hope you enjoyed getting to know a little more about me and yes new headshot for work... trying to decide if I like it..... or this one.... Thoughts?

When Work Attacks {Again}

Have you ever had one of those weeks, ya know where you're so stressed you are eating Tums like tic tacs, want to pull your hair out and contemplate jumping out of your office window? Yeah ya know one of those weeks? Well this is shaping up nicely as one of those weeks.

I admit I may be a tad at fault, I tend not to say no and convince myself I can do it all (well I can duh!). I love the people I work ( I cannot repeat this enough, I seriously have the best colleagues) but man oh man sometimes I just wanna thumb them. I mean, inevitably when they go out of town, the world attacks and I have no clue what to tell clients that call. Secretaries give you cold calls for clients that have hearings oh tomorrow (as in today, at 9:30am); and your loving work brother comes in your office to talk about nothing at all and you just want to tell him to go work (and he wonders why you are uptight and high strung...).

So in the midst of writing witness bios, answering discovery, prepping for a hearing and hand-holding a contractor, I got news floors installed in my humble abode. As much as I loved my original 1920's 2-inch plank floors, they were dangerous. I had no subfloor, cracked boards, a gaping crack in the bedroom and some water/rot damage in places. So at 830 yesterday 6 men arrived in my home and got to work. (Super sweet guys and a great company if you need floors in the DFW area I highly recommend Final Touch Flooring & they may or may not have hit on me... eh oh well). So here is the floor in pics:

yup, that was holding up the floor

 

Needless to say, I was in total need of my workout last night, as well as a relaxing evening that involved cake and Suits! I mean who can go wrong with chocolate cake and Suits (mmmm Harvey Spector....) But I digress.

So say a small good luck prayer for as I do this hearing on the fly today, deal with some clients and discovery and try to put my house back together.

"Good" in Goodbye

I was running this weekend when this song came on my ipod. I admit I never paid much attention to the words until it was just the pavement and me. I often use my runs as time with God and my thoughts. I get a lot of thinking done and usually gloss over the songs on my headphones. Somehow though, this one rang threw loud and clear.

I stopped in my tracks (partly from the song partly from the extreme hangover I was nursing) either way, I was taken back and heard Him speaking to me. Yup, right there between the heat, my headache and Camp Bowie, I got a sign that I needed more than I knew.

For so long I was angry with everything: M, God, life, and myself. I couldn't comprehend why I was in this state of unrest, suffering, discontent. I kept asking why... why now, why did this happen, why give me a taste of what I wanted so much growing up only to take it away. I doubted His path. I doubted my decisions and actions. I found myself struggling to say goodbye.

Sure, I had let go of what I thought my life would be, but I had not let go of what I thought I deserved and wanted. Somewhere in the back of my mind I just kept thinking I would wake up and the past months would be a dream. I could not see the "good" in goodbye.

So, again I just stopped for a moment and let tears roll down my face and I got it. Life is full of choices, decisions, chances and goodbyes. But, just when you think you have been looked over and left again, you find yourself given that window, that light. I know I wrote about this last week, but there it was again this resounding voice telling me it was ok to say goodbye and be happy. I was so afraid saying goodbye meant it was all for nothing.

M will always have a place in my heart. He, for better or worse, helped shape so much of who I am now. He taught me to stand up for myself, to go after what I want and allowed me to see that I was pretty and worth more than I gave myself credit for. Those are the good in my goodbye.

People come and go in our lives. I remember by first boyfriend, Lee Davis, circa 1st grade Miss Lingo's class. I was smitten. He even made me this fab mixed tape for Valentine's Day in the third grade (he sang Uptown Girl to me, so romantic). My point, is, when he broke up with me I was devastated, but that led me realize that goodbye is not a bad thing. Its just opening a new door. That first goodbye allowed me move on and learn how to deal with each subsequent relationship in life, both romantic and otherwise.

So, yes I thank God I didn't get what I thought I deserved because He has a different plan for my life. Amazing what you realize somewhere between a hangover, a good run and a perfectly timed text. This may not be what I thought, but the good has shown itself to me in the form of awkward moments, apologetic texts, miscommunication, and a mocha frappacino.

Here's to finding the good in my goodbye.

4 Miles & A Hangover {Weekend Update}

This was quite the weekend. My lovely momma celebrated the Big 65th 30th birthday again! There was cake, cards, singing and togetherness! So, again happy birthday mom! Its been quite the ride for the past 30 years, but love you!!

 

 

So... Friday started with some lovely much needed napping post work. Then, well then the cluster-f of the evening ensued. What happens when you mix Lynn, gin, vodka, a guy you dated and some other people's exes in a bar? Well, me, a lil inebriated and sleeping on the lush tile of someone's bathroom floor. Late night you say? umm no, I was def done by the wee hours of... 11pm... UGHHH. I will blame this partially on the ex-fest (not that this boy was an ex, but other exes of other people were there, so its appropriately named) and partially on the crappy week I had. Between work, a check on my Faith and walking away from something I wanted so much, needless to say, I was in need of a little "letting go."

 

However, I rallied Saturday and decided it was would be a good idea to go for a run to sweat it out... Yes, 4 miles with a hangover was probably not a good idea and I may have died right there on the side of the street... oye vey I am not 21 anymore.

Post run

The rest of my Saturday consisted of chick-fil-a with the puppies (and ummm I really wanted it and waited 35 minutes in this line)

 Then we napped... epic nap... The girls were out like a light and so was I!


 

 Did I mention it was tax-free weekend in Texas? Cause I totally took advantage of that. Got some cute work things and cute other things and hemorrhaged some more money at Lowe's for the house.

 

So Saturday night, I needed some rest time. I had a casual yummy dinner and called it a night.

 

Sunday, began with church early, early.... but I got to take a friend of mine to church with me and was wonderful to share my church home with her! Hope you enjoyed it Gramantha! (oh how names stick with you).

 

Then... family time!

 

My brother came over with my nephew and we took Mom out for a birthday lunner/dunch, whatever you want to call it.  But how can you not love this face?

Love this lil peaunut

We colored

Had some corn

basically we just loved each other up! he is growing like a weed! After the family left, and the puppy girls (yes I am puppy girl less for entire week) I got in some much needed R &R and some work. Watched some Breaking Bad and then hit the sack. But, the pups are gone you ask? Why? Because of this.....

This floor will be installed this week in my house and well, no one needs 8 little paws around to help, so they are off to Camp Grandma. This is the last big thing I will do to the house and then hopefully my wallet will be thankful.

How was your weekend?