Year: 2012

So here’s what’s been going on here.

Nothing exciting.

I laughed yesterday because someone made the comment that I hadn’t really written a real post for the last couple of days and they couldn’t wait to hear what I’d been up to. And it made me feel bad that the most exciting thing I’ve done in the last forty-eight hours was pick up some chicken at Church’s.

That may not sound that interesting, but I’ll have you know their biscuits and fried okra are delicious.

The truth is that P and Caroline left on Tuesday afternoon for a quick little fishing trip. Which means that, yes, we allowed her to skip a day of school to go fish. But you know what they say, teach a girl to fish and you’ll feed her for a lifetime. No one has ever said the same thing about learning the different types of polygons.

And so I’ve had a lot of time to myself. Some of that time I’ve spent in a productive manner, but in the interest of full disclosure I’ve also spent some of it watching old episodes of Friday Night Lights.

On Tuesday night I went to eat Mexican food with my birthday club group. As usual we solved a myriad of problems while eating an abundance of chips and queso.

And then I slept in yesterday morning because I didn’t have to get anyone up for school or pack a lunch or any of those other grown up things I normally have to do around 7:00 a.m. Then when I finally woke up I sat on the couch in the total quiet and drank a big cup of coffee with the new Coffee Mate Cafe Latte creamer I bought at the store.

I think it’s changed my life.

(Also, just so you know, I was at HEB on Tuesday and the cheese still stands alone. It makes no sense at all.)

(But have I mentioned we’re getting a Trader Joe’s? This is an exciting turn of events. Which is a sure sign I’m in my forties.)

So that’s what’s been going on around here. And so I thought the least I could do is point you in the direction of some good blog posts you might want to read now that I’ve bored you to death with my tales of chicken and Friday Night Lights and Coffee Mate.

1. The Lesson I Learned About Loving My Neighbor by Paige Knudsen

(I pretty much want to be just like Paige when I grow up. Even though she’s only about two or three years older than me.)

2. In Which the Stories That Aren’t Told are the Sweetest to Me by Sarah Bessey

3. This preview of Lisa Leonard’s new reality T.V. show.

I think that’s it. See y’all tomorrow for Fashion Friday.

Now I hope you didn’t get too excited by the title because I just realized you might be thinking COOL! FREE PROPHET!

And unfortunately I am not giving away a biblical prophet today.

However, I am giving away something almost as good.

One of you has the chance to win a full DVD leader kit for Malachi: A Love That Never Lets Go by Lisa Harper which includes a membership book and two DVDs with eight video sessions.

I’ve had the chance to get to know Lisa over the last couple of years and I can tell y’all that she is a perfect combination of hilarious, gifted storyteller and Bible scholar. She’s the friend that you want to save your best stories for because you know you’ll laugh out loud together, but she’s also the person who will sit and cry and pray with you when you need encouragement.

And she has brought all these qualities to her first video Bible study.

Malachi is the study of God’s mercy. It’s learning that he never lets go of us even on our worst days. And that his love for us is never based on performance. It’s constant, never-changing grace and mercy.

It would be the perfect study to do with a small group in your home or at church or maybe someone else’s home so you don’t have to worry about snacks.

Here’s what you need to do for a chance to win:

1. Leave a comment

2. I’ll leave comments open until this Friday at noon.

3. I’ll draw a winner using random.org.

4. That’s it.

Y’all have a great day.

Here’s what you need to know. This weekend was my perfect version of all that is good and right in a weekend.

Exhibit A: It started raining on Friday evening and didn’t stop until Saturday afternoon.

Exhibit B: Which means we knew Caroline’s soccer game on Saturday morning was rained out before we went to bed on Friday night.

Exhibit C: So I got to sleep late and P cooked fried deer tenders for breakfast and then I made blueberry pancakes for all of us when I rolled out of bed at the crack of 9:30.

Exhibit D: The Aggies beat the hell out of Arkansas and we got our first SEC win of the season. Granted, Arkansas has fallen on hard times recently, but a win is a win.

Exhibit E: I didn’t even get out of my pajamas on Saturday. Well, I actually changed into yoga pants at one point because Holly Mathis stopped by (I’ll tell you more about that later this week) and even though I love Holly I felt like I probably needed to have on some version of actual clothes.

Exhibit F: Sunday morning we went to church, picked up Taco Garage afterwards (we didn’t actually pick up the entire restaurant because, FEATS OF STRENGTH, but we got breakfast tacos), and then went to Caroline’s soccer game and they won.

So those were the high points. The following is a little more detailed description if you haven’t already passed out in your morning coffee.

On Friday, I met my friend Leah for lunch at Nordstrom. But I decided to drive out there a little early because I just wanted to look in a few stores and see what they had. Which is how I ended up in Free People TOTALLY DYING over the cutest top that I didn’t even pick out but the salesgirl was a fashion ninja and put it in my dressing room along with a jacket that just made the whole thing perfection. You don’t even know.

But here’s the thing about Free People. It’s not cheap. Apparently it takes a lot of money to dress like a bohemian hippie type person. So I asked the salesgirl to hold everything for me while I went to lunch. I think I knew deep down I wasn’t going to return, but it made it easier to say goodbye. Otherwise there might have been tears.

However, I have since visited the top and jacket online. It took me a while to find the top but that’s because they had it listed as a dress. A dress for who? Barbie? It was a lovely top but no one has any business wearing it without some type of pants.

I’m just going to practice self-control and hope and pray it goes on sale. Or that I come into a massive amount of money.

Then on Saturday I pretty much already told you what we did. Which was absolutely nothing. It was glorious. Honestly, it was the first weekend we’d all been home since August and I think we needed it. Caroline even occupied herself in her room most of the day, building forts and playing dress up. The high point was when she came out dressed like this.

It’s the mythical afro fairy princess.

Caroline had her first real soccer game of the season on Sunday. It was supposed to be last weekend but the team they were playing was a no show and they ended up scrimmaging against a team of twelve year old boys. AND ALMOST WON.

Fortunately this game was against girls their own age and they got their first win of the season. Caroline scored a goal and took a ball right to the stomach at one point. But kept on playing even though I swear I could hear the air sucking out of her when that ball hit. We made sure to praise her profusely for her mental toughness because this is a child who comes home with a note from the nurse at least once a week describing complaints of “an itch that needed hydrocortisone lotion”.

Then on the way home she melted down. I have no idea all the reasons why, but there was talk of practice tests at school and not wanting to eat what I was cooking for dinner and OH THE HUMANITY at having to clean up her room before she could watch any T.V. P finally told her she needed to improve her attitude which was met with a deep angry sigh as she twisted around more in her seat. And that’s when P pulled out the time-honored phrase:

“I’m about to give you something to be upset about”.

Listen. It even made me sit up straight.

It worked. She snapped herself out of her mood and found her joy in a hurry. Which was good because I was already mentally calculating how many glasses of wine I was going to need to have to not lose it before bedtime.

Now it’s 8:55 on Sunday night and I think I’m actually about to go to bed. Because the party never ends around here. It’s like the Copacabana. But without Lola or any yellow feathers in my hair.

Or a dress cut down to there.

Unless I go back to Free People and get that top and wear it as a dress.