My Crazy Busy Life

Obsession with the South

noreply@blogger.com (Natalie) — Wed, 22 May 2013 12:07:00 +0000

"Putting on cowboy hat and boots doesn't make you country; any more than putting on a ball gown makes me Cinderella."

There seems to be a new craze going around where EVERYONE is suddenly obsessed with being Southern and the South in general. And while I can appreciate the obvious good taste these people have, it's starting to get rather tiresome.

Cowboy Boots--Wearing a pair of boots does NOT make you Southern especially if you buy them at Target or Payless. The pair I wear? Are antique snake skin authentic Justin boots. They belonged to my Grandmother and are older than I am. My grandfather has more pair of boots made from every type of animal hide you can think of. For most of my life, they were the only type of shoe he wore. For the record, I don't think wearing boots will make me a cowboy. Just like putting on a cowboy hat will guarantee I'll be able to ride a horse.

via Country Outfitter

Monograms-- Don't get me wrong, I love using my 3 initials on everything from my cups to my beach towels and especially accessories, but they aren't ONLY a Southern thing. They've been around for eons and instead of something you see on only a few specific things like luggage, handkerchiefs or signature jewelry, they're on EVERYTHING. You can't escape them. I'm afraid that their overuse is going to kill how much I love them. And for the love of sweet tea, get the order of the mono correct before placing your order.
It's first, LAST, middle if the center initial is larger than the other two.
If all fonts are the same it's first, middle, last. Men typically use a block font and women get the fancy script ones. Monograms are not only a Southern thing. I believe they originated in Europe centuries ago, but for some reason, people associate them with us people south of the Mason-Dixon.

my shirt, my mono- from Crystal Faye

Mason Jars.. These have been a staple in my family's kitchen since my grandmother could crawl and probably even before then. You see, us Southerners like to grow things in gardens and we typically grow so much of it that we can't keep up with how many veggies we get. So to ensure being able to have fresh tomatoes and what not year round, we can them. Plus, it's how the world was introduced to the yumminess of a pickle. Mason jars are essential to the process and by default live in our kitchens.
It seems that the rest of the country has picked up on how great they are to use as drinking glasses. Stop acting like you've discovered the cure for cancer or something. We've been drinking our sweet tea and lemonade out of Mason jars longer than you can imagine. It's not a newly found thing, so stop acting like it is.

Words- Everyone knows the South is known for our colloquialism. There are phrases like, "Bless her heart," and "Y'all" that scream SOUTHERN. Unless you were born or lived in one of our fine states for longer than 5 years, don't use them. You sound like a jack ass. I know we sound cute using them, but you don't. I promise. Also? Don't make fun of me when I use them either. It's just rude.

*Stepping off my soap box for now. I can't think of anything else. Do you have anything to add to my list?

Prompt for Wednesday, May 22 Rant about something, Get on your soapbox..

BBQ Fest & other weekend fun

noreply@blogger.com (Natalie) — Tue, 21 May 2013 01:12:00 +0000

The month of May is one of my favorite times to live in Memphis. It usually hasn't gotten TOO hot yet, we aren't being carried away with mosquitoes and the best part is the month-long festival of Memphis in May. It always marks the beginning of summer.

The third weekend is the World Champion BBQ Competition and is always so much fun. Who doesn't love 3 days of sun, friends and smoked pork? And if you don't like BBQ, you can find plenty of other grilled foots to munch on.

We took 2 of the kids to the Friends and Family night. I wasn't sure what to wear so naturally, I went to my favorite people who live in my phone. Fun fact- the t shirt on the right belonged to my dad and is Vintage and almost as old as I am.

The option I went with was this one except I actually wore shoes

Jeans are Ann Taylor Loft, Shirt is NY&CO from years ago

While making her plate, I asked Cheeks if she wanted a sandwich or ribs. She said sandwhich, which she ate along with potato salad and beans. She played with the other kids for a bit and came back asking for ribs as if they were a dessert. That's how you know this kid is from Memphis.

I rarely get a good picture of the two of us. Typically, if I look cute then I go with it.

not a bad view

While walking back to the car.. There isn't a better view of the world than the one you see from your Daddy's shoulders.

Friday night's outfit:: pants are Old Navy's boyfriend fit khakis in coral paired wtih a Navy sleeveless shirt from 2 years ago.

I love this picture of us. I know he's not looking at the camera, but we look so happy.

We can't talk BBQFest without at least one shot of the yummy food.

Fun Fact:: This bridge is older than I am. It's been a staple in the city skyline for many, many years but by most Memphians it is STILL referred to as "The New Bridge."

We spent the rest of the weekend getting stuff done around the house.. And by stuff, I mean

laying out in the backyard enjoying a Strawbeerita

Playing sprinkler trampoline and working on our hand stands

Giving the boat bath for her first trip to the lake.

How was your weekend?

Linking up with MY STYLE MONDAY with LIndsey and Rachel

Mortarboards and Tassels

noreply@blogger.com (Natalie) — Fri, 17 May 2013 18:15:00 +0000

An entire decade has passed since I wore a black gown & tossed my hat into the air with the other college graduates.

Ten.Whole.Years.

Wow

It seems like only a few years ago that I stood in the hallway waiting to hear the processional music start so we could walk into an auditorium filled with our friends and families.

These ten years have been some of the most amazing in my life. I got married, had a daughter, made friends.. figured out WHO I was.

Many people assume because I don't work that I never went to college. Why would someone who worked so hard to earn a degree not use it? I just smile and ignore them because I do use it. Every day.

That piece of paper reminds me that anything is possible with hard work and determination. That even a girl who got pregnant at 16 only to be a divorced, single mom of two boys before the age of 20 can go to college.

Not everyone has the family support I had. My diploma is also a reminder of just how lucky I am to have the people in my life who love me. I may have been the one who went to the classes, wrote the papers and walked across the stage, but that degree is just as much theirs as mine. I never could have done it without them.

Today's prompt is a favorite picture

Mother's Day

noreply@blogger.com (Natalie) — Wed, 15 May 2013 03:23:00 +0000

Sunday was a pretty low-key celebration. We went to lunch with my family, spent half the day in our jammies and did a bunch of nothing. It was LOVELY.

I made this cake to take to lunch. After looking at dozens of pictures on Pinterest and watching YouTube videos of ruffle tutorials, I was still skeptical if I could pull off the cake. People? It took less than 10 minutes to completely ice. It was probably THE.EASIEST decorating job ever.

my chocolate cake with cherry filling and vanilla butter cream . the topper is a quote from a book that I received on my very first mother's day and makes me cry just thinking about the sweet message.

This was my 16th year to celebrate Mother's Day.. this is the kid who made me a member of the Mommy Club. I couldn't be prouder of the young man he's turning into, but where have the years ago?

Do you know how difficult it is to take a selfie with a kid who's a foot taller than you?

Blog Every Day:: Happy Things

noreply@blogger.com (Natalie) — Wed, 15 May 2013 02:32:00 +0000

Things I love....

1 Water:: the lake, ocean, pool.. whichever, wherever. The water soothes me and helps me feel at peace in a way nothing else can.

2 coffee:: is there anything better than that first taste of morning coffee?

3 a good Bloody Mary:: I used to mock people who drank these. Now? I love a well made Mary

4 Miss Olive:: She needed us almost as much as we needed her.

5 Books:: I've been a reader for as long as I can remember. Even as a toddler, I would carry my Dr. Seuss to my grandfather's lap asking him to just read it, "one more time." As a moody teenager, I found solace in the words of others. I knew I wasn't alone in this world and that even the dark days, that it would get better. Books have been my passport into a world I never would've been able to travel or experience otherwise. They are a time machine into the past, a way to live life before my time.

6 Music-- If I'm sad, it cheers me up. If I'm mad, it calms me down. Music reminds me of childhood memories or the happy moments I want to cherish forever.

Mostly? It's these people

7 I married a man that makes me laugh, appreciates my sarcasm and loves me like no one else

8 This kid made me a mom at an age when wasn't much past playing house and dress up. We grew up together, in a way. The rest of my life has been shaped for the better because of him

9 My mini-me in every way, this kid can drive me crazy and make me so proud I could cry.

10 My baby and only girl, Cheeks completes our little family. I never knew I wanted a daughter until they placed in her in my arms. Now, I'm not sure where I would be without her.

Blogging every day over the weekend

noreply@blogger.com (Natalie) — Mon, 13 May 2013 03:31:00 +0000

Day 11, Saturday: Sell yourself in 10 words or less

I live my life in song lyrics and quotes.

Day 12, Sunday: What do you miss? (a person, a thing, a place, a time of your life...)

I admit that there are days I miss my youth when the days were carefree and no bills to be paid. My main concern was who's turn it was going to be to buy shots first at the club and whether or not the cute boy in my Sociology class had ACTUALLY noticed me or not

**as a side note, he never noticed in college, but I ran into him on my Bachelorette Party and totally confessed my college crush and danced with him.

And if we're honest, the thing I I miss most about those days is the insane metabolism, ability to eat whatever I want and the lack of a cellulite breeding ground on my thighs.

But time periods in our lives are supposed to be a passing phrase. If we allow ourselves to get stuck in the past, we miss the awesomeness of what we're living in RIGHT NOW.

As far as people, I miss lots of those. Some are relationships and friendships that are over. Losng a friend was harder than breaking up with boyfriend. And family members who are no longer here are always missed. Knowing that they won't meet my children or resolve that argument we had is the worst.

Embarassment

noreply@blogger.com (Natalie) — Fri, 10 May 2013 15:02:00 +0000

We've all had them.. those moments when you realize that not only did THAT just happen, but it happened in front of the guy you liked, a room full of people, coworkers, or even a street of strangers.

One of the first times I remember praying that the floor would open up and swallow me to save me from the embarrassment I felt happened in middle school, naturally.. ass if the braces, bad hair, acne and hormone fluctuations weren't enough.
At our school, the kids that rode the bus and arrived before the first bell were corralled in the gym. We sat on the bleachers under the supervision of several teachers, talked to our friends and waited until it was time to head to class. No biggie right? On the morning in question, I hopped off the bus, walked into the gym with my friends and made my to the top of the bleachers.

And then I tripped.

Over my own feet.

And face planted.

In front of the majority of the school.

I.Wanted.To.Die.

Fast forward a few years to college. We were leaving our favorite dance club. I wish I had pictures to document the outfit because, let's face it.. there's no way I could get myself into a pair of pleather pants and backless shirt NOW. But that's what I was often wearing on our nights out.

I hopped into the car, looked over at my friend and said, "Wow.. your seats are really cold. Like really." And I looked down to figure out why and noticed a hold in my pants, but not just a small little tear. The entire crotch was gaping open. I have no idea how long it had been that way or how much everyone had seen while I was shaking my tush on the speakers. But that could be the reason why we had so many drinks bought for us.

This is part of STORY OF MY LIFE's blog every

day in May challenge, Day 10.

No Fear

noreply@blogger.com (Natalie) — Tue, 07 May 2013 12:00:00 +0000

Someone wise (and very Presidential) once said , "We have nothing to fear but fear itself."

And that's a nice sentiment and all and I know I"m not living through the Great Depression or WW2, but I emphatically disagree.

There are quite a few things that I'm afraid.

For starters, drowning. I am terrified of dying in water which is kind of ironic considering how much I love and enjoy being at the lake, pool or beach. But I've had recurring nightmares about that suffocating feeling of being sucked under water and not coming up. It's not pretty.

Another one? Rodents of any kind. I detest mice, rats, squirrels, opossum, ferrets, gerbils, hamsters.. I don't even really care for birds because they remind me of flying rats. When I'm a pet store, I know EXACTLY where the hamsters/mice are sold and I avoid that area like the plague. Being near anything mouse-like brings me to near panic-attack. I remember in high school having to read "1984" by George Orwell. At the end of the novel, the main character is tortured using his deep fear of rats. He is forced to sit in a chair with a cage strapped to his head and the rats get closer and closer to his face. He eventually breaks, confesses all of his darkest secrets and agrees to do whatever his captors want of him. I get weirded out just TYPING that recap. When I was 16 and actually READING it? I threw my copy of the book across the room and didn't pick it up for days. Event hen, I'm pretty sure I skipped to the next page because I was too afraid of what was going to happen with the man and the cage on his head.

As a mother, I'm deathly afraid of anything happening to one of my kids. I can't even wrap my head around the horror that would be. In a similar line of thinking, I can't imagine life without my husband or what it will be like when it's time for my my parents and grandparents to leave this world.

The fear that keeps me up at night is the notion that one day I will die. And yes, before everyone starts with the, "that's just inevitable, " I KNOW that. But it still scares the bee-jeezus out of me. I don't like it one little bit. It doesn't seem like that long ago that I was naive enough to feel invincible, as if it were never-ending. Old? Who was going to be old? Adulthood was just SO.FAR.AWAY. But now that I'm here, knee-deep in the day to day of my life, the end is approaching far too quickly. It's not some far away day that I don't think will ever come, but is just right around the corner. And like my bedtime as a kid, I'm just not ready for it happen.

I think about all of the things that I'm going to miss, what's going to happen to my loved-ones when I'm not around to watch over them. It's like the worst case of FOMO you can get. Hopefully, one day in the FAR FAR DISTANT future I'll be able to make peace with the shortness of life. I've been told that it happens, but today I'm still just afraid.

This post is part of the blog every day challenge. The prompt

was to write about the thing(s) you're most afraid of

Day 6:: Blog Every Day of May

noreply@blogger.com (Natalie) — Mon, 06 May 2013 11:00:00 +0000

Day 6:: If you couldn't answer with your job, how would you answer the question, 'what do you do'?

My job.. I'm a
chef
chauffeur
personal shopper
cleaning lady
secretary
dog groomer
personal assistant
mediator
child advocate
clothes washer
party planner.

just to name a few

Basically. I'm a mom. I don't hold a job outside of the house.

Yes, I even have a college degree and have debated getting my Master's.
Yes, I'm fulfilled by what I do every day.
No, I don't think I"m better than the other mothers who do work outside the house. -- we do not need to have a working mom debate. We're all awesome. Period.

now that that's settled, most of the time when strangers ask me, "What is it that you do for a living?" I typically respond with,

"I make people."

Many people mistakenly think that the hardest time for a mother are the early year. You're functioning on little to know sleep, the teething, the constant diaper changes. While all of those things eventually stop, they're just traded for a new set of challenges some of which are even harder.

My goal is to not only have three loving children whom I think are amazing, but that the rest of the world also think are amazing. I want them to become productive members of society and are happy with their lives. I want them to find love and be the best wife, husband, mother or father they can be.

That's a pretty tall order to fill, but I'm doing my best. Let's hope it's enough.

This is a continuing theme as part of Story of my Life's Blog every Day in May challenge

Blog Every Day in May-- Day 5

noreply@blogger.com (Natalie) — Mon, 06 May 2013 02:31:00 +0000

For the fifth day of May's blogging challenge, Profess your love for one of your blogger friends and why.

I love so many of my blog friends. Through our online conversations we've forged REAL friendships. We exchange phone calls, texts, emails.. I often go to them for fashion advice or to share funny stories about my family. I lean on them when I'm struggling as a parent. They make me laugh and the only fault I can think is the fact that they don't live close enough to get together for regular coffee/wine/shopping dates.

I could never just pick one favorite to gab about so here are a few of my go-to girls.

Jenn from In Munchkinland is one of my favorite people. She's always there to listen to my random venting rants. Plus, her kids like to randomly call me when they're playing with her phone.

Lindsey, from Let the Light Shine, is one of the most genuine and down to earth women you will ever meet. She has a heart of gold, the cutest daughter and has a closet that is probably bigger than parts of my house. It houses a shoe a collection that is TO DIE FOR.

And no blog-friend-turned-real-life-friend list would be complete with the next two.

I stumbled across Rachel's blog from a comment she left on someone else's post. I knew right then we needed to be friends. Naturally, I began stalking and reading. We eventually took our friendship to the next level when we met and shared a hotel room at Blissdom. Which is also where I met Molly for the first time.

Rach blogs at Running Backwards in High Heels, takes amazing pictures, is the momma to the prettiest red-heads I know and has one of the most perverted, sarcastic sense of humor that I know-- and is probably why we're such good friends.
Another tidbit of info, she was my VERY FIRST guest post on this here crazy,busy blog. And? She's also the way I know all of the other bloggers listed in this post. She's like a match-maker for bloggy friendships.

Molly, Stilettos and Diapers, is one of those girls who are genuinely nice.. not the fake, nice to your face, but actually honest to goodness nice person. If she weren't, I'd be extremely jealous of how drop-dead gorgeous she is. Because she is.. even when she's not trying. She recently started her own online accessory boutique at Molly Suzanne's and sells the.cutest stuff.

The next picture is of Rachel and Molly last week while they ran the Nike Women's Half in DC. It's one of my favorites. And really? Who looks that stinking cute after running 13 miles? These girls apparently.

**Let me tell you how hard it was to narrow down my favorites to just a few. We could be here all day while I ramble about who all I adore in blogland.

Bahama Blog Review & Giveaway

noreply@blogger.com (Natalie) — Wed, 01 May 2013 14:36:00 +0000

You all know I met up with a group of local bloggers at Bahama Breeze last weekend. What you don't know is that it was so we could sample and review their new rice bowls on their menu.

As soon as we all sat down, the manager approached the table to tell us not only would we get the rice bowls, but we could each order appetizers, meals and appetizers ON THE HOUSE. Talk about the VIP service!

Our waiter was amazing. He was patient as we all tried to figure out what we wanted, answered any questions, drew pictures on our to-go boxes and snapped group shots for us before we left. It truly is a calling in life to be able to wait tables well. Which is why I never attempted that particular career choice.

Back to the dinner... Everything was good. The (two) bahama-ritas I enjoyed were both delicious. My fish tacos were so yummy. And the rice bowls? Were each good too. My favorite was probably the Shrimp Creole or Chipolte Beef. The tofu and Chicken Curry weren't my favorites, but I think those are for specific tastes. If you're vegan or really like Curry, I'm sure you would love them.

the lovely group of ladies

On to the fun part.. We not only got to try, but we're getting the chance to host a fun giveaway. If you live in the Memphis area, enter the Rafflecopter below to win a Bahama Breeze "Cocktail Hour". You could win a cocktail party with free appetizers for an entire hour as well as one free cocktail per person. This is for a group of up to TWENTY people.

*This prize is only valid for the Memphis-Wolfchase location.*

a Rafflecopter giveaway

The Weekend that Was

noreply@blogger.com (Natalie) — Tue, 30 Apr 2013 14:36:00 +0000

This past weekend was jam packed with fun, festivals and friends.

Friday night, I met up with some wonderful ladies at a local blogger dinner at Bahama Breeze (more to come later).

I know it looks like the drink is glowing, but it's just my flash and crappy phone pic.

Saturday was spent refinnishing furniture for j's room-- it's almost ready for the big reveal, are you excited? There were also playdates, sports physicals and errands for Sunday.

On Sunday, we went to the Southern Hot Wing Festival in downtown Memphis. Joe and his friends had a booth. Naturally, I went for moral support and to eat the yummy wings.

I had wanted to have shirts made, but none of the guys seemed interested. One of the other girlfriends texted me a week before the event asking what I thought. I contacted a local comapny about last minute printing. When I heard there was no problem, I squealed and placed my order... on Monday afternoon. The shirts were ready on Friday afternoon and WERE GREAT!

Seriously. I can't say enough good things about THE SHIRT PLACE. They're local, but will also ship, monogram, do screen printing, hats, bags.. you name it.

Below:: On the left, is the back of the shirt (and the team name). On the right, is one tired team member.

We found out yesterday, the boys placed 18th out of almost 50 teams. Not too shabby for their first year. I'm almost positive we'll be there next year.

Did you have a fun weekend?

Trendy Tot Tuesday

noreply@blogger.com (Natalie) — Tue, 23 Apr 2013 13:55:00 +0000

We all know how much I love shopping for the little Diva in my house. The girl has A TON of clothes so the least I can do is start showing them off.

What better way than linking up with a great party?

The hosts are Lindsey, Megan and Kelly .. Two of which I've met in person and are the funniest, sweetest, most fun girls. I'm assuming Megan is awesome just be default.

On to the fashion::

I love an adorable hand-made outfit. From pillowcase dresses to ruffle pants, I think it's all adorable. So it's no surprise that Jolie wears a ton. Some of which my mother-in-law makes and the rest I order from Lolly Wolly Doodle. It started as an ebay store then a website offering matching sibling clothes and smocked dresses. They still run the site, but they've also branched out into the Facebook store. They run sales several times a day where you can get deals up to 50% off and it's ALWAYS free shipping. And if that's not enough, there is a Wonder Wall where they list their daily offerings you find on the facebook store.

I love the fact that these are made 100% in America. The owner/founder/CEO is a just a mom with an idea.

**My apologies in advance the fuzzy iphone quality pictures. These were all snapped on our way out the door before school.

This was actually taken this morning. It was chilly so Cheeks put on a jacket, but the sleeves are an adorable flutter type in matching fabric with the pants.

Here's a close up of the ruffle on the pants

Last week:: the shirt is Gymboree and the capris are from LWD.

Another perk to going the handmade route is actually getting clothes that fit a hard-to-fit kid. Because we're in the 70% for height and 50% in weight, EVERYTHING is too short and too wide. Thank goodness for adjustable waist bands and safety pins or else her pants would always fall off. Which is why we spend a lot of time in dresses because those don't have to worry about the waist.

This skirt is one of her favorites because it has a ruffle and is Barbie. She also has matching ruffle pants that get worn quite a bit too.. both were made by my MIL.

it's a Birthday post, #14

noreply@blogger.com (Natalie) — Tue, 16 Apr 2013 14:18:00 +0000

Dearest Middle Son,

You would think the obligatory birthday post would be able to simply write itself. It shouldn't be that hard to write a few words about how you're another year older, wiser, better. But it is.

It's hard because I start to think about exactly how much you've grown, not only since your last birthday but since I've known you.

And my dear... that's a lot.

You're no longer my sweet, cotton topped boy who followed his big brother everywhere like a shadow. You've grown into your own person with likes, dislikes, hopes and dreams.

It's been an impressive thing to watch because you are turning into quite the young man. I'm thrilled that I get to be a part of it.

Because you were such an easy baby that grew into a mischievous (but lovable) toddler, I assumed it would continue on the same path and I've braced myself for difficult teenage years. They haven't come. Yet. You've remained the same kind, funny, sweet boy you always were. I'm sure there are some rocky times ahead since you are the most like me and that's simply life. There are ups and downs for everyone. And when they do, we'll get through it. Together.

Although you are now taller than me, I will always see you as my Little Man. When I questioned how I would be able to love a second child as much as the first, you showed me. The moment I laid eyes on you, my universe shifted and expanded to make room you, it's second center.

Our lives are better because of you. I hope you have an amazing birthday.

xoxo,

Mom

13th Birthday

12th Birthday

Motherhood Monday:: Parenting Ephiphany

noreply@blogger.com (Natalie) — Mon, 15 Apr 2013 15:23:00 +0000

While driving home with the oldest from football practice several weeks ago, we were discussing next year's class schedules. I've always been an advocate of taking as many Honors classes as possible and even AP if possible. I mean, why WOULDN'T you want to challenge yourself with an impossible course load? It only made sense (to me) to wanna do as much academic work as possible.

That's when I looked at my son and realized that for as much as I loved him and wanted him to still be my little boy, he's not. He's his own person. Simply because I love reading, writing papers and participating in literary discussion, he doesn't. It's not his thing and never has been.

His high school experience is just that, HIS. And I have to let him make his own choices whatever they may be.

I'm certainly not trying to live vicariously through my kids. I know my teenage years are long gone. I get that. And I'm not one of those people who peaked in high school to forever sit and reminisce about the good ole days of being on the football field. High School for me was a necessary evil. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't just the end-all-be-all of my life either.

With that said, I still plan on putting in my .02 and giving my opinions (even when he doesn't ask). I am still his mother and don't want to see him waste his potential simply because he's afraid of trying too hard. That's what moms are for, right?

I'm very proud of the young men by boys are turning into. There are definite moments where they act like your typical moody teenager, but I have to remind myself that it's normal and par for the course. At the end of the day, they're good kids. But why is it so hard to let our babies grow up?

Who I see when I look at my boys

But the reality is that they've grown up

he HATES having his picture made

he might be growing up, but he's still silly

A PupDate

noreply@blogger.com (Natalie) — Fri, 12 Apr 2013 14:04:00 +0000

Awhile back I introduced the internets to Miss Olive.

Who knew such a little dog could fill such a big void? She's only been here a few months, but you'd think she has lived here forever.

Olive will watch tv. As in, she lays on the couch (or bed) and watches what we watch. If there's an animal of any kind, be it animated or real, she leaps off the couch and barks as ferociously as she can at it. If there's a person on the tv she's not fond of, we are privy to the same response. And people? We laugh every single time. I'm not sure that will ever get old.

Going from a 100 lb dog to a 15 lb dog is obviously quite a change. For one, I can now find clothes and such that will fit her. And she she seems to like it.

Yes. I bought my dog a Yoda costume. I just couldn't help myself. Can you blame me?

To say that Olive has become my little shadow is an understatement. She follows me everywhere. If I'm in the bathroom, she's there. When I eat dinner, there's a pillow near my chair because that's where she lays.

Here she is watching me take a bubble bath.

She may have a future as a blogger.. Who knows.

My only complaint is she's not a great car rider. Where Grace would just jump in the very bag of the SUV and happily lounge for hours and only occasionally sit up to peek out the window, Olive isn't as laid back. She jumps from the front seat to the back seat to my seat. IF I put her in the very back, she jumps on the edge of the armrest and works her way back up front. Not to mention, she's whining to the point of screeching the entire time. I'm already dreading the 2 hour drive to the lake this summer if we take her. Maybe we can give her some Benadryl and she'll sleep the whole way.

I may not have been a pug-fan before, but I certainly am now. How could I not be? Just look at that little face.

Co-Hosting Throwback Thursday

noreply@blogger.com (Natalie) — Thu, 11 Apr 2013 12:00:00 +0000

Oh hey hey hey.... It's THURSDAY!!!

Time for my favorite post of all time!

I'm takin' it back to the old school
'Cause I'm an old fool, who's so cool
If you wanna get down, I'ma show you the way
Whoomp, there it is! Lemme hear ya say...

Please follow the hosts & visit all my lovely co-hosts!

*leave a comment and we will follow back*

Our Hostesses with the Mostesses

and our lovely co-host

Jean from What Jean Likes
Misty from Handbags & Handguns

Natalie from My Crazy Busy Life

Jennifer from Demure In Diamonds

Adrienne from My Black White Color

Tanika from Growing Gracie

Lindsey from Life On Countryside

Laney from Owl Always
Lisa from Something Infinitely Interesting

I'm taking you back to the year 1989. I was in the 4th grade and getting ready to perform in my school's Christmas show.

Most kids get to sing the traditional holiday songs: Frosty, Rudolph, etc. Not my school. In an attempt to shake things up and be different, our music teacher arranged a program around all the various toys/movies kids would be asking for and receiving as gifts.

It was essentially a musical for a child's wishlist.

My assigned role? I was part of the Chipmunk group.

Wasn't I the cutest Alvin ever?

And please don't judge me on the fabulous duck and country blue wall paper in my kitchen. It was the 80's.

Whenever you get done laughing at my younger self, go write a post about your past (it can be ANYTHING) and link up.

Grossing out your kids IS good and other marriage advice

noreply@blogger.com (Natalie) — Wed, 10 Apr 2013 12:00:00 +0000

I love my husband. Not only do I think he's an amazing father, good provider and my best friend, but I also think he's sexy as hell.

Does some of the physical attraction stem from the fact he makes me laugh, explains algebraic theorems to the boys and builds cardboard tents with our daughter? Absolutely.

But it's so much more than that. And in an attempt to keep this PG, we'll just leave it at that.

When we met and fell in love, I was already a mother. He stepped into his role of Dad of this ready-made family quite seamlessly. Everything just clicked and there weren't any bumps to work through. Possibly because the boys were fairly young, there was no other man in their life or just because it was meant to be.

Most of the time newly married couples spend years in their honeymoon phase. They can take vacations alone, spend days snuggled on the couch and giggling at each other. Date night is something that just HAPPENS spontaneously without much scheduling involved. Then the couple become parents, the 2 become 3 (and possibly 4 and 5). Those romantic trips to the beach turn into family oriented theme parks. Morning mimosas are exchanged for sippy cups and diaper changes.

In a nutshell, life happens. It takes planning for those romantic dates. You have to be creative to find moments for stolen kisses.

With us, it was always like that. We were parents AND newlyweds. Making my marriage a successful one was as equally important to me as being a good mother. I made my husband a priority. While some may not agree that it's wise, in some instances I made him a higher priority than even my kids.
My thought was that one day? The kids will be gone. They will grow up, move away and have their own lives. I will no longer be the designated care taker for little people. What then? Our house will go from a loud, noisy chaotic, kid filled space to quiet, clean and just us. I want to still like the person that I'm sharing my home with when that happens.

I don't really look at it like a job or work. Although, some days it IS, but it's also one that I enjoy. I love this man. And I feel that being married is more of a choice. I make the decision every day to stay with him and make us a better US because that's what I want. I want to be the little old couple in the grocery store still holding hands after 50 years of marriage. I want to be the grandparents who's grandchildren aspire to have marriages like when they meet their loves of THEIR lives.

Most people think that you put your kids first and spouse second, but I don't. While I ADORE my children more than life itself, my marriage comes first. And I think it's not only okay, but healthy. I know that they're watching and learning how to (or how not to) function in a relationship. I want to set a good example.

I may be grossing my kids out now with the random kisses in the kitchen or snuggles on the couch, but I know that at the end of the day it's a good thing to be a little grossed out by your parents. Hopefully, they'll find someone to do the same things with one day.

And because I love a great blog link up, I'm joining these ladies Jenna, Shay, Jenn, Lindsay, and Megan for their marriage series.

Easter Sunday

noreply@blogger.com (Natalie) — Tue, 09 Apr 2013 14:22:00 +0000

Normally, I take advantage of holidays as my chance to grab family pictures. The boys are usually more agreeable and less likely to be wearing something that doubles as a sports uniform but when I gave myself THE MOST OBSCURE INJURY EVER, all those plans went out the window.

There was no way I was stepping in front of the camera when I couldn't even hold my eyes open. I was in such a foul mood, I didn't even bother bringing my big camera to snap pics of the kids. I didn't even care if everyone wore coordinating clothes.. Yes, I felt that bad.

j's Easter goodies-- candy, books, chap stick, cover up for this summer

All was not totally lost, however. I managed to take pictures of what the Easter Bunny left. We try not to make a big deal out of it, but there's typically some candy, books, movies, etc. I had mentioned in passing that the boys might not get a basket this year because they were too big to participate in the egg hunt. Jolie thought on this and then asked if it would be okay if we got them a few things so they didn't get their feelings hurt. >>>>>>BEST LITTLE SISTER EVER<<<<<

the boys' goodies from j

She even wrote a note that read, "Dear Boys, here are a few Easter goodies. I know you're too big for the Bunny. I didn't want your feelings to be hurt. Have an EGGSELENT Easter. love, j"

And since Cheeks was the only small kid at Easter dinner, the eggs were hid just for her. The big kids got to do all of the hiding and she got all the rewards. It was a win-win for everyone.

Ultimate Blog Party 2013

noreply@blogger.com (Natalie) — Fri, 05 Apr 2013 05:23:00 +0000

Every year I say I'm going to link up with the awesome ladies at 5 Minutes for Mom and every year I forget about it. Not this year. I'm staying on top of my game and I've had this post ready to post for over a month. Better be safe than sorry right? Right.

In case you're new here.. HI!! Glad you've stopped by to my little piece of blogland.

My name is Natalie, I'm a wife and mom to three. I live in the land of monograms and sweet tea. I can't function without coffee and use sarcasm like most people breath air. I'm loyal to a fault, open minded and overly opinionated.

I share stories of the craziness of living with teenage boys and their sassy sister.

I find it EXTREMELY difficult to make a decision and will make a list for absolutely everything.

I'm addicted to my iPhone and often sleep with it under my pillow.

I shop too much and the hubs often says I should just move into Target.

There's not one thing I talk about here. I generally cover EVERYTHING like whatever book I just read, a new recipe I tried or the random things bouncing around my head.

Stick around for awhile..

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& leave me a comment or two.. I like comments.

Random Blissdom Pictures

noreply@blogger.com (Natalie) — Fri, 05 Apr 2013 03:02:00 +0000

Random pictures in no particular order::

Since Memphis is one of THE WORST cities in the county to fly out and we don't have Southwest, I knew I needed to keep my packing under control.

And guess what. I managed to get everything I needed for a 4 day trip into ONE carry on.

It was like a Blissdom miracle.

Once I was rescued from the Dallas airport, we made a bee line to the closest In and Out for lunch.

I can fully appreciate what all of the hype is about. It was probably THE BEST burger I've ever put in my mouth. Seriously.

YUM!

I didn't meet Mandi til Saturday night and I'm kicking myself for not finding her sooner. You know those people you meet and you instantly just know you're destined to be friends? That was this girl.

After ~~stalking~~ catching up on all of her social media, I have a full-fledged blog crush.

This girl? Meg is absolutely STUNNING in person. She's sweet and everything on line, but her pictures do not do her justice. Plus? She can sing like no other.

Me and the always awesome Jon Acuff

Did you watch The Voice last season? If so, you'll recognize this guy. It's Chris Mann.

And if there's any doubt to what four women sharing a room will look like? Here you go.

Upon first glance, not too bad right?

Wrong!! Four women in one room for multiple days will ALWAYS mean giant messes.

There's something to be said for our ability to all get ready on time, without killing each other and only have on bathroom to it in. It's only fair that we leave a mess when we're done.

These are some of my favorite people on this planet. I've sent texts, phone calls, emails with some of the most random questions. They always respond.. even if they do laugh at my inability to make a decision.

My Takeaways from Blissdom

noreply@blogger.com (Natalie) — Wed, 03 Apr 2013 14:29:00 +0000

My goals going into this year of Blissdom were simple.

Listen to Jon Acuff speak as many times as possible
Meet my new online friends in person
Have as much fun as possible with the friends I made previous years

Considering I did all three of the things on my to-do list, I consider Blissdom a success.

Being able to attend a conference where both Scott Stratten AND Jon Acuff are speaking was a chance of a lifetime. Both of these men are beyond inspiring.

One of the things I noticed at previous years were that the people chosen to speak and perform often stay for the length of the conference and not simply their allotted time.
That's right. Scott Stratten walked around, mingled and talked to everyone the whole weekend. He hung out with us at Girl's Night Out. Not only is the man smart and funny, he can DANCE!

Now, if you don't know who these guys are I"m sure you're sitting at your computer and rolling your eyes. Do yourself a favor and check them out. Scott is the go-to guy for how to establish a marketable presence in today's world and Jon? He works with Dave Ramsey. Yes, the man who established the envelope system and wants everyone to be debt free.

Jon's session is the one I want to share. Yes, I enjoyed the others I attended, but I feel like Jon's message is one that everyone can use. And since I like bullet points and lists, that's what you get.

Dreaming and blogging are a great team sport.
Not everyone is going to understand your dream and that's OK.
If you want support, GIVE support.
Be creative with your brainstorming of an idea.
Invest in yourself.
While being creative and working on ideas, quanitity is key, not quality~~ Be awesome later.
If you have more than one notebook, it's pointless.
Time Management + Energy Management= CREATIVITY
Honesty is the best, most powerful resource

And now that you're all dying to learn more about Jon Acuff, you can hop over to his site and pre-order his book. Each Blissdom attendee received one during the closing keynote. I read it on the plane on the way home. It's just that good.

Plus? If I send the most people to his site (just to check out, not actually buy the book),I get 2 VIP tickets to hang out with Jon and Dave Ramsey during dinner. My husband would flip. What are you waiting for? Click on the image below and check him out.

The next post will be a great big photo dump of all the lovely ladies I spent my weekend with. Stay tuned.

Motherhood Monday- Man Down

noreply@blogger.com (Natalie) — Mon, 01 Apr 2013 16:19:00 +0000

Know what kind of genius I am? The kind who manages to get a paper cut on her eye ball. Yes, you read that correctly-- my eye ball.

Saturday night, I was pulling out scrapbook paper from my craft closet, not paying attention and gave myself a nice deep a scratch on my cornea. I knew what I had done as soon as it happened because sadly, this isn't my first corneal wound. The first one happened during college and the culprit was a lime wedge and shots of tequila.

Yes. I know. I'm all kinds of graceful. It seems like if there's an obscure way to injure yourself, I'll find a way to do it.

Back to Satyrday. I immediately placed a cold rag on my eye and tried to keep it close as much as possible. The bad news is that this was my left eye- the one eye I can see from with perfect vision. That left me with my near blind eye to see from. It wasn't fun, let me tell you.

I spent most if Easter Sunday curled up in the couch or with one hand over my eye trying to figure what blurry objects I was looking at. That means I got no family pictures, I didn't watch the kids hunt eggs, I didn't wear ANY make up and the kids got to wear whatever they wanted since I knew no pictures would be taken.

This morning Joe left for work because I claimed I was better. I then later called crying because I didn't think he wanted to stay home and deal with me and that's why he left. CLEARLY, I'm over emotional but he knew this when he said I Do and has taken it all in stride. He came back home in time to drive j to school, took off the recycling for me and took me to the eye doctor.

I promise to finish the Blissdom recaps and other bloggy business ASAP. It's kinda hard to type when looking anything brighter than a candle hurts my eyes. Plus, the numbing drops are wearing off and I'm getting a headache.

But because I know you wanna see it. Here's a picture of my lovely face and irritated eye. Don't laugh too hard because there's no make up or a filter used to dewrinkle my forehead.

Blissdom Recap Post One

noreply@blogger.com (Natalie) — Thu, 28 Mar 2013 14:30:00 +0000

I've sat and tried to write this post at least a dozen times. I'm sure there will be several more to follow, but I know if I don't get at least get ONE published that it may never happen.

First, let's discuss the elephant in the room..

THE NEGATIVE POSTS AND MEAN GIRLS

There have been a splattering of posts popping up saying that they had a bad time at Blissdom because of mean girls and that they were shocked that there were cliques who weren't welcoming to everybody. Um, say what? These people are surprised that girls like to hang out in groups of other girls? Most of the time, we don't even go to the bathroom alone, let alone mingle in groups of 400 people. Cliques are absolutely everywhere. Deal. I've also seen mentions of private parties and what a taboo thing that is at this conference. I know of two "private parties" that were held and they were each birthday parties, one of which I attended. They were not exclusive or held to keep others out. This isn't that type of conference. There wasn't a secret password to attend. The one I went to was simply a dinner between two events. Not the big huge deal some are making it out to be.
I have a few other opinions on the subject, but I'm not going to spend the whole post bashing and rehashing negativity.

FOMO: It's a thing, yo

On to happier things.. I almost didn't attend this year. We have a lot going on and it just didn't seem right to try and add ONE MORE THING to the list. But Joe insisted that I go and have fun. In the end, I knew I wouldn't be able to handle watching the conference unfold on social media if I wasn't there. The FOMO definitely got the best of me and was even bigger than the ever-present Mom Guilt.

**that's FOMO: Fear Of Missing Out

THESE ARE MY PEOPLE

The one word I keep coming back to when I think of my experience is COMMUNITY. These are a group of women, some of whom I've known for years and others I've only just met. Granted, I have more in common with some than others but this group is a phenomenal group of women. We go to learn new things and meet comapnies, but at the end of the day the biggest thing we walk away with are relationships with each other. That's a pretty powerful feeling.

There are several more posts coming where I get into more detail about who I heard and what I took away from the session. Plus, I have to share all of the fabulous pictures I snapped. So, stay tuned for even more recaps. I thought about trying to cram it all into one, but it's just not possible.

Procrastination and Guest Posts

noreply@blogger.com (Natalie) — Tue, 26 Mar 2013 15:16:00 +0000

While I'm still sorting out everything I learned at Blissdom and dealing with the pile of PTA paperwork sitting in my living room, I'm also guest posting over at Alyssa's Ten Feet Off Beale.

She's newly engaged so I shared some of words of wisdom on how to NOT go crazy during the planning stages. Hope you enjoy and share your own bits of advice with her.

WEDDING GUEST POST