I am thankful for the little things my husband does for me.
- I opened the fridge the other day and there was a cold diet dr. pepper waiting for me. It’s my little caffeinated treat that I only get when he surprises me.
- The High Five – Low Five (without looking) we do when we pass each other in the hall.
- The bear hug that also realigns my spine without having to pay a $20 co-pay at the Chiropractor’s office.
- He openly tells the world (his Facebook friends) that I make great banana bread.
- Saying something or touching me in a way that lets me know he still finds me attractive after all these years.
- The way he holds me or touches my hand as we are falling asleep comforts me and let’s me know he will always be there.
- Reading up on soil, buying books, buying a bunch of stuff I didn’t know we needed, and helping me figure out how to make a garden grow — so we can do it together.
- Loving me with all my flaws. **This is not a little thing. I have flaws – a lot of them — so this is a HUGE thing, but he makes it seems effortless so I put it on the list.
The little things really do add up to a whole big pile of wonderful.
A long time friend has just released a new book. I thought I would share the great news with you and turn you on to a “new to you” author. This will be the third book published and the third of hers that I am choosing to read. She has an amazing way with words and imagery. I hope you enjoy her work.
Miss Elissa Daye!
Author Bio: Ever since childhood, Elissa Daye has enjoyed reading stories as an escape from life. When she was a teenager she started to write her own stories that kept her entertained when she ran out of books to read. When she was accepted into Illinois Summer School for the Arts in her Junior year of High School, she knew she wanted to become a writer. Elissa graduated from Illinois State University in December 1999 with a Bachelor of Science in Elementary Education and began her teaching career, hoping to find moments to write in her free time. After seven years of teaching, Elissa decided to focus on her writing and made the decision to put her teaching years behind her so that she could create the stories she had always dreamed of. She is now happily married and a stay at home mom, who writes in every spare moment she can find, doing her best to master the art of multitasking to get everything accomplished.
Her newest release:
The Land of the Shadows: When Lyssa was at her lowest, she found herself surrounded by dark entities formed entirely from shadows. Their darkness had eaten at her very core until she had almost nothing left to give. Tired of their corruption, the young witch decides to fight back by trying to locate their power source unaware that her attempts would lead her down a path that would change her life forever.
Additional Information about Miss Daye:
The Land of the Shadows releases March 1 on Amazon and other markets. **IT HIT SOONER THAN 3/1!!!!**
Whoda thunk it? After nearly 11 full months of looking for work… last Thursday, I received a job offer for a position I have been interested in since SEPTEMBER!
I applied everywhere for all kinds of jobs, doing all kinds of things. I have a six page resume that might seem overwhelming to some, but seemed just right for my new boss. Yes, the resume length is daunting, but something on there must have really caught his eye because he had HR call me for an interview for a job I didn’t apply to! How often does that happen?
We started this process last year. When they closed the job I applied to, though HR told me I was still an applicant, I was confused. I felt the opportunity was lost. My heart sank.
Out of the blue and many months later, a different HR representative emailed me asking me to come in for yet another in person interview. This would be my third! *faint* She also asked me to apply to a new job requisition they have on their website. My heart was racing and my mind was frantic. WAHOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS was the job I wanted. THIS was the job the boss had talked about. THIS is the one I was so excited to start last year!
The interview went well. I felt like it was a “let’s make sure we really still want her” type of talk and it ended with me asking where my cube would be. Sure, I was hopeful, but I was also asking in jest. What did the boss do? He pointed to an empty cube just outside his office. YES!!! You know those butterflies you get in your stomach when you’re nervous or scared? It might be odd, but I think I get the same butterflies when I’m excited (maybe I am nervous + excited?). I’ll take these butterflies every day of the week if it means I have a job I am interested in, has advancement opportunities, and an income. His actions and our conversation made me feel like an offer would be coming any day.
A week passes.
Two weeks pass. If this company is anything like a previous employer, it will take four weeks to get through the HR process to have an offer available. At least that’s what I keep telling myself.
Three weeks pass.
Four weeks pass.
It’s over isn’t it? They didn’t really want me… it’s simply… over. Mid-week I get an email to authorize a background check. Oh?! I’m back in the game! Hot diggity! They like me! THEY LIKE ME!! THEY REALLY LIKE ME?!??! Wahoo!!! I fill in the paperwork they need that day. I get an auto response two days later with my background check completed. I am who I say I am – great! The offer will be any day now… right?
Exactly 5 weeks from my in person interview (a Thursday) rolls around… and SO DOES THE OFFICIAL OFFER!!! WAHOO!!!!
**insert happy dance and the feeling of wanting to hurl here**
I have accepted the offer and we are working out the details of coming on board.
I am so very thankful for the offer and for the opportunity to try on something new and make a difference for this company.
Thank you so much MMC Racing for sticking with me, supporting me, and holding me when I was scared and crying that this day would never come. We did it!
I was flipping through the “Recipes we tried and liked” binder looking for something healthy to make for dinner last night. I stumbled across “Spicy Taco Casserole.”
This dish turned out delicious!! It got Two Thumbs up from MMC Racing as well! THAT IS A KEEPER!!
Spicy Taco Casserole
- 1 pound ground turkey olive oil, enough to cook the meat in
- ¼ cup Onion, minced (could go more) *I used fresh onion that I pushed over a grater to get onion mush
- 3 teaspoons garlic, minced (original recipe called for 1 tsp – but we love garlic) * I used jarred garlic here
- 1 cup HOT Pace Picante (original called for ½ cup which might be enough if using beef)
- 1 package taco seasoning
- 2 cups cheddar cheese, shredded
- 1 can black beans, drained and rinsed
- cooking spray
- Sour cream, optional
- Tortilla chips, optional
- Lettuce, optional
- Coat a medium casserole dish with cooking spray.
- Spread 1 cup of shredded cheese on the bottom of casserole
- Preheat oven to 375 degrees.
- In a skillet, heat olive oil.
- Add onion, garlic. Sauté for a few minutes.
- Add ground turkey to skillet. Brown meat.
- Stir in Picante and taco seasoning.
- Simmer for 15 minutes (or less).
- Add beans, cook for 5 minutes.
- Pour mixture into the casserole dish.
- Sprinkle remaining cheese on top.
- Bake in the oven on middle rack four 15 minutes.
- Remove from oven and let stand for 5 minutes.
Makes 6 servings (or at least supposed to — we got 5 out of it).
So you’re probably wondering how I can consider this “healthy” with what looks like a ton of cheese on this meal?
I used 2 cups of 2% cheese and lean turkey instead of beef. Yes, we ate the optional sour cream, lettuce, and tortilla chips. No one said we were perfect.
Snuggle Time is much needed. Snuggle with humans and pets.
Making time to snuggle and enjoy each others company is vital, in my opinion, to feeling complete. The comfort you get in a loved one’s arms. The solace you get from a dog resting her head on your arm.
This is not be a long post, but I wish you the bestest and longest snuggles possible!
I am thankful for THE guy that always has my back.
The person who is my cheer squad.
The man that is my biggest fan.
The one who is my rock.
The guy who knows exactly what I need before I do.
The person that knows me inside and out, and still loves me with all my flaws.
The man who is with me through thick and thin.
The one who can make me laugh even when I don’t want to.
My best friend is my husband.
He sticks with me when I am wrong and when I make mistakes.
He holds me up when I am weak.
He brushes away my tears when I am low.
He loves me with all of heart and soul.
He makes me feel like I am the most loved person on the planet!
Thank you, my love.
I still haven’t learned how to keep a clean house, so when a friend knocks on the door, sometimes I hesitate to answer. The counters always seem to catch an extra plate, cup, and fork that didn’t make it into the dishwasher. The kitchen table always has mail on it, and usually a computer part. The floors always have dirt and little rocks which my shoes and the girls drag in. The living room, which is open to the kitchen, is likely to have a blanket or two strewn across the couch, a pair of socks on the floor where I was sitting that night before, and a bra of some kind that just had to come off right then and there (that didn’t make it into the dirty clothes pile in the bedroom)!
I end up opening the door and inviting my friend into the mess that is my house. I figure, if they are really my friend, they can handle a lived in house and accept me, and my house, for who we are. Heck, if my friends can handle mismatched socks and hair that is disheveled most of the time, then they can handle a messy kitchen. It’s just who I am. Love me or leave me.
I adore it when people visit me. I am shocked and surprised that someone needs me or wants to see me. How great of a compliment is that?! I am thankful my friends think of me and visit. I do the same when I have time to visit, if I need help, or want to share some love.
When the doorbell rang after dinner one night, I was happy to learn it was a neighbor who lives around a couple corners. She came over to bring me some fresh Rosemary from the garden. I love cooking with Rosemary! What a nice surprise. She was going to bring it over the night or to earlier, but forgot. It wasn’t any big deal she forgot – she was simply doing me a favor by bringing it over. We sat on the front porch for a few minutes since she only had time to run (literally) down and back. It’s a great way to get in a few minutes of cardio in the day!
Her knock on the door a few nights before was also a surprise. She had come over with the boys and we all played with the puppy in the back yard for a little while. We were able to catch up a bit on life (doctor appointments, kids health, etc.). We traded newspaper bags (for picking up poop) for recycling which she turns in for money and adds to the kids’ college funds. I also snuck in a few magazines I thought she would like to look through and a special cat treat for her furbabies.
The boys were running around with Annie having fun, trying not to be jumped on (she still gets soooo excited). When there was poop stuck in a shoe, we decided it was time to call it quits. Oy! Poop always ruins things! *Side note: I pick up poop a LOT. Every other morning or so, and I had JUST picked some up that morning! Arg!* I hugged her goodbye, opened the side gate so there was no poop tracked in the house, and wished them a good evening. The boys grabbed their wheeled devices from the side of the house and she went walking or running after them all the way home.
I’ll try to keep a cleaner kitchen counter… maybe. It’s the heart of this house. The things we need the most are there. I’m never going to have a CLEANED OFF kitchen counter, but maybe I can keep the dirty dishes in the dishwasher or cleaned more often.
When I am in the kitchen I am in mom mode, not writer mode, so the kitchen gets cleaned or shuffled around, but I hardly remove anything from the kitchen because I am followed by 8 furry feet when I leave. When I get followed by 8 furry feet I just want to play, snuggle, and rub on them which in turn leads us back to the kitchen floor where the dog bed is and we snuggle or play. It’s a vicious cycle of keeping the kitchen cleaned up, playing with the kids, and having unexpected guests in the dirtiest room in my house. Long live the cycle!!! I wouldn’t have it any other way. Less guests and a clean house is boring and I never invite boring over to visit.
Note: This was written before Sam passed and I didn’t alter before it was posted.
What an exceptional comeback. I have great respect for Stay Home Moms, more now that I am The Involuntary Housewife than ever before. Long live the exceptional Moms of the world that sacrifice to raise exceptional children.
Originally posted on All our Lemmony Things:
I read your blog post yesterday.
This one, to be exact: “I look down on young women with husbands and kids and I’m not sorry”.
I am so very sad to report we said farewell to our beloved Border Collie, Samantha, on the morning of the 19th.
I am thankful for all of the times we had together. The unconditional love she gave us. The patience I learned from her.
I can’t write much about her passing yet. I will, when the time is right, it is just too soon.
I am so very thankful for the 15 years plus we had together, Samantha Michele. I will love you forever and ever and ever.
I miss you dearly my sweet baby. Have fun at the Rainbow Bridge.
No, I am not thankful my friend KS moved away, but I am thankful I got to know her before she did and that we make an effort to keep in touch.
Have you ever met someone and became instant friends? Where you feel like you have known them forever in just one evening’s meeting? That is how it is for KS and me. Instant Forever Friends — IFFs.
I miss my sweet friend every day. No, we didn’t get to see each other daily or every week before she left, but she was always around the corner and we COULD see each other as often as our schedules allowed. We email or use social media to keep in touch now. A call here and there. No matter how far apart we are, or how long we go between talking, I know we are bonded for life.
I miss her desperately and I am pretty sure she feels the same. When I win the lottery, life will be different, for all of us.
We have a lot in common, and then so many differences. That makes life interesting and brings people together.
– We are both moms. She is a mom of 4 girls with 2 legs. I am a mom of 2 girls with 4 legs.
– We both love our husbands to the end of the Universe and back.
– We live on opposite coasts now… though we are both hoping that will change soon.
– We both LOVE to scrapbook, but we don’t get time (make the time) to do it nearly enough. That is the hobby that brought us together. Oh… the memories in AM’s garage and in my dining room.
– We love quirky T-shirts
– We give the best hugs (and we can’t wait to give each other one again)
– We both laugh loudly and often
– We have a sense of humor that we get, that sometimes others don’t
– We both have a desire to teach, but she’s the one finishing her degree to do it
I could go on and on and on… but I don’t need to. She knows I love her no matter what I write, where she is, far apart we are, or how long we will go between physical hugs.
I am thankful for my friend, KS.