Sunday, November 12, 2017


This is my daughter. She's twelve.

She loves her family, her dog, playing volleyball and texting her friends on the phone I finally agreed to get her when she started middle school this year. 

She is smart and funny. Tender hearted and one of the kindest kids you'll ever meet. 

She was recently in an argument with a friend to whom she loaned $5 for an ice cream. Expecting her friend to pay her back in a timely manner was a focal point of her life for several weeks because she insisted it was "just the right thing to do."

She's twelve. 

A lot of things can happen in two years: 

The gestation period of an elephant is 18-22 months, the spiny dogfish shark will carry her baby for 24.

The earth will revolve around the sun, twice. 

Mars will be thisclose to making its journey around the sun, once. 

What CAN'T happen in 2 years? A 12 year old becoming mature enough to date, be courted by or touched sexually by a 32 year old man. 

My daughter is twelve. Just 2 years younger than Leigh Corfman, the girl who Roy Moore made sexual contact with when she was 14. 

Roy Moore at the time was an officer of the court, a prosecutor whose job it was to go after the people who molested children.  

Is he the first man to sexually assault a minor? Of course not. Will he be the last? Sadly, no. But he is asking you, the state of Alabama to turn a blind eye to his behavior. 

This is not an evil plot that was set into motion decades ago by the liberal media. This is not a witch hunt led by the liberal media with tiki torches, hell bent on wrecking Moore's career. This is about a man, a human who abused a child. A man who was old enough to know better and old enough to be responsible for his actions. 

This is not about politics or religion. This is about morals. Right from wrong. This is about telling our children... our daughters, that we will not tolerate people who do these vile things to them and we will not reward them just because they have an (R) or a (D) beside their name on a ballot or because they happen to be the star of your favorite television show or movie.

To endorse him is to say that in 2 years you would be OK with someone molesting my daughter too. To endorse him is to say that you're ok with 1 out of 5 girls being sexually assaulted. 
To endorse him with your vote is to say it's ok for a pedophile to represent you, to represent the State of Alabama. 
To endorse him with your vote is saying that you will cast morals aside to vote party lines. 

If this was your child's teacher or coach what would you do? Endorse them for a promotion to become the Principal or the school Superintendent? If this was an attorney at your law firm, would you be in favor of them making Partner. Would you expect the CEO of a big corporation to step down, much like the Hollywood Actors who have recently admitted to similar behavior? They lost their shows, their movies, their endorsement deals... And I'm going to make an educated guess that many people who are still in the "Moore Court" feel that Hollywood yanking the livelihood away from these actors was justified, and maybe not even harsh enough. 

This is my daughter. She's Twelve.

I'm not alright with our society saying it's ok for her to be taken advantage of by anyone in a position of power or otherwise. And you shouldn't be either.

Thursday, November 21, 2013

A Holiday Traditionalist.

I am a Holiday Traditionalist. I like to savor each of my holidays as they arrive. I'm not opposed to celebrating, decorating or getting ready for a holiday a month in advance, as long as it doesn't trample all over another holiday in the process. See: Thanksgiving/Christmas.

I'm strongly opposed to decorating for Christmas until Thanksgiving is in the books. I personally love a good food holiday and love to enjoy it thoroughly. I also love Christmas, it is after all the most wonderful time of the year. But I like to keep the 2 separate. Just like I won't start celebrating Valentines day at New Years or Easter by Valentines Day. Each holiday deserves its time to shine. I think trying to eat Thanksgiving dinner by the twinkling lights on the Christmas tree makes it feel like you're celebrating Christmas, without the gifts, you know, the good part.  To me, it takes away from your actual Christmas celebration because you've been there, done that.

I know, I'm becoming the minority on this but I just don't see myself budging on this one. So, my family will spend the next week savoring the sites and sounds of Thanksgiving and trying to block out the radio station ramming the Christmas music into our ear buds and the stores that are blinding us with Christmas lights.

Next Friday and maybe even on Thanksgiving night (look out, I'm getting crazy) we will start whipping out all of the Christmas Decorations, our Elf will arrive from the North Pole and by the 29th of November, just over a  month until Christmas, our house will be ready to celebrate the next Holiday.

All in perfect order.

"As a holiday traditionalist, I refuse to even think about trampling old people until after midnight tonight."  - badbanana

Saturday, October 12, 2013

Summer 2013. Done.

We made it! We went a little past the end of summer, technically. But we were desperate to eat at a food truck and we failed miserably at our attempts during the summer. I was determined to make it happen for them (and by them, I totally mean me) and lucky for us, we were able to catch up with them at the Trucks By The Tracks Event at Railroad Park. The lines were long, the day was hot and we couldn't have been happier!

We came home, checked it off our list and considered ourselves finished with our Summer Fun List for 2013!

Thursday, September 19, 2013

RIP Lucky Jersey.

I would like for this to serve as an official, sincere and devastating apology to my beloved Auburn Tigers and their fans.

It appears that my "Lucky" jersey has caused quite a suckfest over the past 2 seasons. I honestly didn't know or I would have corrected this sooner.  It brought so much goodness to us when Cam Newton took us all the way to a National Championship. I thought for sure that the mojo would carry over.

Last weekend in our game against Mississippi State, I realized that I had been so obsessed with my new obnoxiously adorable Auburn dress, that I had neglected my treasured jersey. With that being our first SEC match up of this season, I knew a little "luck" might be needed.

With my jersey on, I settled in for the game and we were up by 11. The thought crossed my mind that if the game were to take a turn for the worse after I put my jersey on, I would need to remove it immediately, issue this apology and burn the shirt. We were miserably outscored in the 2nd and 3rd quarters and as promised the jersey came off. Mississippi St. scored nothing in the 4th quarter and my jersey's fate was sealed.

Now, I'm not a crazy superstitious person, but it's pretty apparent that the luck has run out.. It's no biggie, really. It happens. I had a some lucky underpanties that served us well during the Bowden years. (You're welcome for that, by the way.) After his 1-5 start in 98, those were out quicker than Bowden before the LA Tech game. In 2004 & 2005, I had a lucky bracelet that broke half way through the '05 season. We finished 9-3.

It is with great sadness that I will hang my Cam Newton Jersey in the back of my closet and consider it retired. I can't bring myself to burn it, as I feel that at some low point, I will need to sleep in it and remember the good times.

RIP Lucky Jersey

Thursday, August 22, 2013

A Conversation from the First Week of School.

Sometimes there are just no words to intro a new post. This is one of those times.

Munchkin: MOM! Did you know the Vice President died?

Me: The Vice President of what?

Munchkin: The United States! The guy next to Obama.

Me: Nope.

Munchkin: No, Seriously! He died yesterday. Look it up on your phone!

Me: That's pretty big news, Munchkin. I think I would have heard about that by now.

Munchkin. Will you just look it up?

Me: ** Looking it up on my phone ** No, Munchkin. Joe Biden did not die.

Munchkin: *Silence*

* Blink Blink*

Munchkin: Well, SOMEONES Toothfairy died.

Me: *Silence*

Monday, August 19, 2013

Empty Nesting

Today I sent my "Babies" off to big girl school. All of them. 2nd Grade and 2 in Kindergarten.

For the last 7 years of my life I have been a Stay at Home Mom. My days have been full of poop diapers, vomit, mashing up baby food, teaching babies to walk, to talk, and to say their ABC's. I've obsessed over watching them breathe at night, over rashes, coughs and bumps on the head. I've packed up storage bins of tiny little clothes, passed along the highchairs and strollers and converted everyone into Big Girl Beds.

I now know the true meaning of complete exhaustion, extreme frustration and absolute mortification. 

In the last 7 years, I have felt more needed, more loved and more fulfilled than I have in my entire life. I have laughed harder than ever, and have given more kisses and hugs than I could possibly count.

As of this morning I am an Empty Nester. My girls will now be spending more time at school with their teachers than they will be spending at home with me each day. While I feel confident about our very capable teachers, I can't help but be jealous that they are going to be getting the best part of my kids each day.

They are going to get all of my laughs, my smiles, my outrageous stories and my snuggle time. I'm going to get the toughest part of every day. The hustle and bustle of sports, homework, dinner, baths and bed.

To say this transition has been tough on me is an understatement. I've been trying my best to get them excited and help calm their little nerves, while choking back the tears.

Today starts a new chapter in our lives. They will be growing, changing, learning, and making new friends. I will have the chance to launch my new business, relocate my non-mommy self, have some uninterrupted conversations with other adults, and possibly find time to un-sticky my house, all while keeping one eye on the clock and waiting for that 3 o'clock bell to ring.

"Making the decision to have a child is momentous.  It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body."  ~Elizabeth Stone

First Day of School 2013!

Thursday, August 15, 2013

Why It's OK To Hurry

I read an article recently that talked about a Mom who would no longer use the overused words "Hurry Up" when talking to her daughter.

When I first read the article I thought it sounded great. There have been numerous occasions in my 7 year career as a Mom that I thought about and discussed with my friends how I felt like I was going to give my kids a complex of some sort by asking them to "Hurry" all. the. time.

After reading the article I was hyper aware of how many times I used that phrase.

It's a lot. I won't lie.

I'll be the first to admit that I could stand to hurry less and enjoy more.. but with 3 kids in tow and places to be, it's not always possible to allow that "free spirited child" to stop and smell the roses, or pick the dandelion, or eat cheerios off the floorboard of the car, or change clothes a tenth time, or spend 1 1/2 hours eating a half of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.. and so on. We would never make it anywhere. Ever.

While I know I need to learn to slow it down, kids need to learn the art of time management. I personally feel that this is as important for them as learning to read or write. Learning to manage their time will set them up for success later in life whether it's school projects in 5th grade, studying for finals in college, or in their career. Time management doesn't just happen, it's a learned skill and it's our job to teach them.

Beyond just setting them up for success in life, it teaches them to be respectful of other peoples time. 

Now, I'm not saying to rush them through their ice cream cone on a Saturday afternoon, but if you decide to run some errands or to stop for an after school treat before gymnastics or swim team, they need to understand that their team is waiting on them and they have the responsibility to be there on time. Even if that means leaving without finishing their treat because they were busy picking the sprinkles off one by one, or daydreaming out the front window of the bakery instead of eating their treats.

It's easy to get caught up in a hurry trap, feeling like we need to rush even when we don't and that's something I'm personally working on, but it's ok to set expectations for your child and to follow through. You can do this without cramping their personality or killing their spirit.

The time we have with our kids is short, no doubt, and I want to cherish every precious second, sometimes we just have to cherish it on the go..