Monthly Archives: July 2014

George the Spider

We’re only about a half hour on our way home on a 1 hour 45 minute trip and had to stop AGAIN! Those of you who know me, know that we don’t stop once we’re in the car.  Do not drink anything because you will not be able to pee until we have to gas up!  At first I thought the bikes were falling. 

And then…a daddy long legs came down from the sunroof…!
Hooligan (in his best girl scream): “NOOOOO!”
Shenanigan (arms outstretched): “I will! But I can’t reach!”
Mommy (on the verge of tears): “GET! OUT! OF! YOUR! SEATBELT! NOW!”
Shenanigan: “But you won’t let me!”
Mommy (wailing): “NOOOOWWWWW!!!!”
Shenanigan: “Oops! I didn’t get him. He fell. I think in your purse.”
Mommy pulls the car over running from the car arms flailing (ok, maybe exaggerating here): “Find it!”
Shenanigan: “I’m pretty sure he’s between the seats.”
Mommy (regaining her composure): “Did you at least maim him?!”
Shenanigan: “uhhhh…George?”
Mommy (losing her $#!+ again): Maim! Not name!”
Shenanigan: “I think I got at least 2 of his legs.”

He’s! Still! In! Here!

(And pissed because he only has 6 legs!)

Keeping Calmish and Carrying On

Voo Bikes

Bikes attached with minimal cussing…for the minimal time they were ridden this week.  We’ve been at my bestie’s for five days redecorating her daughter’s room with six kids between us and not one glass of sangria! Not so calm and a little carrying on.


What a beautiful message for all of us in our gracefulMesses!


We’re going through a series at my church called “NO”. We’ve talked about saying “no” to kids, “no” to friends and family and this week is “no to self.” I was SUPER excited to see what else I can eliminate from my life as I feel like I’m already stripped down to pretty much bare bones over the last few years. It was a very moving service (complete with the very spiritual Toby Keith song “I Wanna Talk About Me”), urging us to put Jesus as the center of our lives. What a challenge for the “me-generation” where we are self-focused and entitled. I went forward for communion, went over and knelt before the cross on pillows laid out for us as we symbolically wrote down the things we had place on the throne of our lives in place of the Lord and gave them to Him. I could feel myself giving over the things He was asking me to give over and kinda beating myself up for hanging on to them for so long.

After the service, a woman who I have never met, came to me with tears in her eyes. She told me her name and said, “I know you don’t know me and I hope you don’t think I’m a crazy stalker. But God told me to come over to you and give you a hug and tell you that He loves you so much!” We embraced as my eyes grew soggy. Now I have had people tell me since being divorced that Jesus would be my husband now and that He would be my provider…a concept that I have to tell you is a little creepy to me! There are just some physical needs that are not met for the single woman and thinking of Jesus as my husband is, well, just, you know…yeah. Creepy. But when this dear woman made herself vulnerable to a stranger because the Lord asked her to, it was exactly what I needed today. Just a hug and an “I love you.”

So after this, I was talking to a friend and another woman who I know only as an acquaintance, was waiting to speak to me. She told me that she thought I was so beautiful and that there was just an aura about me and how is it that I’m still single? At this point, I’m starting to look over my shoulder for Alan Funt! (Google Candid Camera, for all you hipsters who have no idea who that is.) If something like this ever happens to me, it’s usually from some douchebag trying to charm me into bed. But this woman was so sweet and so sincere. She took my number so we can get together for coffee and offered up her pool for the boys and I this summer. I left church feeling so filled-to-the-brim after giving up some things that needed to go. Sometimes you just need to dump your cup in order for Him to overflow you with just the things you need.