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I Cry Over Spilt Milk

I used to think that this expression was ridiculous.  I mean really, who cries over spilt milk? It’s milk.

But lately, I’ve had to remind myself of this phrase almost daily. Sometimes twice a day. We spill milk in our house almost as often as a teenage girl texts her BFF.  Okay maybe that’s an exaggeration, but it happens a lot.

Most of the time I don’t see it happen.  I am in the kitchen getting lunch ready and I hear the unmistakable sound of a plastic cup hitting to the ground.  That sound is followed by one of my children screaming “My milk spilled!” This phrase sometimes varies slightly with something like “MOM, he spilled my milk!!!”

Most days, it doesn’t bother me.  It’s easy enough to grab a few paper towels and wipe it up. Keep Reading…

Every Person Matters

I’m sure that I probably sound biased, but I think my kids are awesome. They are amazing.

I love that my four-year-old son can carry on a conversation like a 20-year-old. I love that my two-year-old son will offer up his last piece of candy if one of his siblings wants it.  I love that my two-year-old daughter will sit still long enough for me to french braid her hair and paint her toe nails.

So it kills me to think that some day in the future one of them might get bullied at school. I want to protect them from all potential name calling. I want them to always know that they are amazing. But there might be some kid out there that cannot see their coolness. Keep Reading…

A Letter to Future Me

Dear Future Me,

I’m writing you this letter because I’m afraid I’m running out of time. There is a pandemic going around that you will not be immune to. You have been unable to fight similar pandemics and I fear that this one will get you as well. You have probably already succumbed to it. As I write this letter, many of our friends have been victims. Due to their close proximity to me, it’s only a matter of time before it gets to me. I will only be able to hold out from creating a Pinterest account for so long. Keep Reading…

My Identity Crisis

I’d be lying if I said that recently I haven’t been thinking about writing a book.  I’ll be honest, I’m considering it. Naturally, the thought of writing a book has created a lot of questions in my mind.

How does one go about writing a book?

What should it be about?

Will anyone read it?

But the question that has me stumped the most is: How should I display my name on the book? Keep Reading…

The 6 People You Will Meet On Facebook

I have a theory that there are 6 types of Facebook friends that everyone has. In a world as large as ours, I take comfort in the idea that no matter how different we are, we all have 6 Facebook friends that are the same. So, in no particular order, here are the Six Friends You’ll Meet on Facebook.

1. The Days of the Week Girl – This girl somehow missed the lesson in kindergarten about the days of the week. Sure it’s only Thursday but she feels like it should be Friday. This girl is constantly counting down until the weekend.  As if the five days in between will last forever.  One word of caution about the Day of the Week Girl — make sure that you aren’t fooled when she has a trip coming up.  Don’t let her status fool you.  It might be her Friday, but it’s still just Wednesday to you. Keep Reading…

How High Are The Pedestals In Your Life?

In college, I made a rule to never date someone I had a crush on but didn’t really know.  I did this because I had a habit of having one conversation with a guy and immediately developing a crush on him. I then proceeded to put him on a very high pedestal based on the assumptions I had about him. I would have one conversation with a guy  and during my quest to find out more about him, I usually filled in the blanks with what I thought he was like.  So when I thought about my crush, it usually went something like this: Keep Reading…

Sometimes God Throws You a Bone.

There was a moment in my life when things took a very dramatic turn. It only took four words, but those four words would forever change the trajectory of my life. The words that changed my life were:

“You are having twins.”

Spoken to me 8 weeks into my pregnancy, it was a moment that caught me off guard. Wasn’t even on my radar. Similar to buying a pair of jeans and finding that there is a winning lottery ticket in the pocket. Never in your wildest dreams would you imagine there to be a winning lottery ticket in a new pair of jeans. Never in a million years did I think I would have twins. Keep Reading…

What does your dream look like at 5:30 AM?

If you follow me on Twitter, you know that I retweet @jonacuff tweets about every 5 minutes.  You will also know that Jon and I had a short twitter conversation about this and he said (and I quote) “Ha! you’re not a stalker. I love that you RT my stuff!”  So if you start to think that I’m a stalker, you can rest assured that I have permission from the man himself to retweet his 140 characters of genius.

Jon Acuff is not only the hilarious creator of the Stuff Christians Like blog, but he also runs another blog with motivational posts about following your dreams.  Except when he writes about following your dreams it doesn’t sound cheesy like that just did. Keep Reading…

Home Sick Again? Poor Baby.

You’re going to think that I’m not sympathetic. In fact, I’m very sympathetic. When Dr. Green died on ER, I cried for two hours.  When I was little, I slept with both of my American Girl Dolls because I didn’t want to hurt the other doll’s feelings.

But I have a hard time being sympathetic for a specific group of people: adults with no kids who are home sick. Usually the Facebook status reads something like this:

Home sick for the fourth straight day.  I’ve slept at least 14 hours each night and watched every episode of Mad Men on Netflix. So tired of being sick!

Attention adult friends with no children: I want to feel bad for you.  I want to sympathize with you.  I want to feel your pain.  But you need to know that when I see your Facebook status this is what I read: Keep Reading…

Would Jesus Be My Friend?

I know the church answer.  Of course Jesus would be my friend.  He’s Jesus.  He’s not going to say no. I guess what I’m wondering is, would Jesus like being my friend?

I’d like to believe that we’d be tight like he and Peter were.  That when the time came to go pray in the garden, he’d ask me to go with him (Mark 14:33).  I want to be the friend that he wants with him in the hard times.  The friend that “gets him.”

But I’m worried that I might be the high maintenance friend.  The type of friend that when Jesus’ phone rang and he looked down and saw my name on the Caller ID he’d take a deep breath before answering.  I imagine the conversation might go something like this. Keep Reading…