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For our Children

School ended a week ago, and I went on an awesome whirlwind of a trip, which I should totally blog about, but anyhoo.  But Monday was the first day of a full week off school.  That wasn’t involved in travel plans.  So because I don’t think my daughter has had a completely cleaned room since 2014, I decided that had to be corrected.

Monday we woke up early and started.  I didn’t even take before pictures, quite frankly, those would have completely embarrassed me. So I took a snap after we had moved her bed out of the room. 

You can see how bad it was.  I mean over the years she’s clean it, vacuum it, put away her clothes.  It wasn’t’ like a cesspool of gross nasty things. But things dump. There were pens and pencils, game pieces, ponytail holders, notepads, and toys scattered about her room.   Her room has never been the priority, due to the closing door, to keep prying eyes out.  So.  It always resided at the very bottom of my to-do list.  )I know, Bad Mommy.(

So we completely emptied it.  Every single item she owned came out of the bedroom.  Making it the hot spot for play in the house.   Oh, my children ran circles in the freedom of the empty room.  They preferred it to the huge backyard they have, weirdos.


Once the room was empty, she and I got spray and towels and cleaned the walls, touched up paint and used the dust mop in all the corners and nooks.  Washed the window.  Got a new curtain, (well a friend is fixing it for me).  We made sure that it was clean.  Then she vacuumed.  Then I vacuumed.  She vacuumed again.  Then I vacuumed again.   Then the Rug Doctor came into the room.  It took 16-18 gallons of water through the machine, but we got that carpet nice and shiny.  It was laid in the house new in 2013 and only vacuumed to this point.  But this isn’t the highly trafficked room that other rooms are.  She mostly crashes in here at night.  Though I don’t blame her, whenever she walks into her room, two brothers follow her.


You might ask, where all her stuff when while we made her room sparkling clean.  …..

My living room took the hit.  It wasn’t pretty.  Or really walkable.  But we dealt with it for a day and a half.  


Once her carpet was dry, and I had a good night’s sleep we started sorting through her things.  Dividing them into sections: keep, trash, yard sale, or relocate.  And slowly but surely we got her belongings back where they belonged.  Bagged the trashed.  Boxed the yard sale stuff, ps I’m having a yard sale really soon.  And put the toys that are no longer allowed in her big girl room, into the play room.  I don’t think she and I have purged her stuff in a long time.  We purged a bit in our big move in 2013, but that was four years ago. 

Now her room is basically finished.  We have to finish weeding out clothes miss, I’m all legs, has outgrown.   We also need to add her bookshelf and books back into her room.  Hang her photos and posters.  But mostly it’s done.  I have whined a lot about her this week.  She’s been thoroughly frustrated with me.  But it’s been a good hard week.  Now that we are at the end of it.  I’m really proud of all her hard work.  She hasn’t really had a break yet.  School ended, travel and now this.  For her summer really hasn’t started.  But I’m so glad that she worked so hard.

She’s growing so fast, that I’m hoping she’s going to learn how to take pride in her space, and that I never have to do this again.  But that normally only truly comes with age.  I’m really proud of her and can’t wait to see who she’ll become and what she’ll do.  But I’m not in too much of a hurry.  For now…


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Getting Started

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With New Habits


This is gonna be a short entry.  Because quite frankly I don’t have a ton of time to lollygag on this post.  In fact, right now I should be posting a devotional on my sister blog, Journey of Faith.  (check it out in a few minutes) But I have to post because well, I am who I am, and I’m a posting Sam I am.  (hehe)

I’m in a good mood, even though my body is screaming at me.   For months, and I mean since March, I’ve been writing on my to-do list, to start running.  This was something that I did back when I lived in Bowling Green.  On Tuesday and Thursday before my class, after dropping Haylie off, I’d run this road that was behind our apartment building.  It didn’t last long because I soon discovered I was pregnant with Lucas and was so sick, I couldn’t even walk it.


Anyway, the point is, today I finally got off my 40-pound butt (that is an inside joke, sorry) and ran this morning.  I was breathing so heavy and my legs are aching, but I did it.   I didn’t do good at all, .52 miles in 8 minutes.  And most of that was just at a fast walking pace, but the point is, I did it.  I didn’t just think about it.  Which for me, is the biggest part.

  • Yes, I want to get in shape.
  • Yes, I want to shed some weight.
  • Yes, I want to be more active in my life.
  • Yes, I want to be able to participate in a 5 k.

But today, I did something.

And for me right now that is the most important things.




Now the plan is every morning that I put kiddo #2 on the bus for the summer program, I’m going to go for a run.  Hopefully, by the time the summer program is over, it will be a habit and easier to do.


For now,


….that is all.

Feeling Glum

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A Bit Down and Out


If I’m being honest with myself, here lately I’ve been feeling like I’ve been in a rut.  It’s been on and off since the beginning of the new year. January was not pleasant.  February was better, but March has been an emotional low for me.  This low wasn’t a depression, just a lack of willpower.  I didn’t do really anything other than what was expected of me.  I’ve been sick and with the topsy-turvy weather, I just haven’t felt like me.

I’m sure I’m not the only one that the weather has played this game with.  But I know for one, I’m sick of it.  There isn’t a ton I can do about it.  Since the weather is as the weather does.  But I’m over it.  I’m praying that since we are now in April the cold will stop a bit.  But I’m so tired of feeling so low.

March is officially over, dead, gone, unlikely to return in this year.  I’m letting that down and out, low, gross feeling die with it.  Mind over matter isn’t that the saying.

As March fades from our minds so will the laziness feeling that has crept over my body.  The lack of work, that has been plaguing me, will dissipate. I will be able to finally do my blog work, my columns, my coloring books.  The things I call work that give me joy.  The books I’ve left unread will be read this month.   I’m done succumbing to my emotions, my feelings.  I’m stronger than this.   I’m done.

Tomorrow is April 3rd.  The first Monday of the month.  And I’m shaking the dust off, and starting a new path.  It’s the only way to not waste this next month.  The only way to get myself back to the point where I want to be.  The only way to get my head un-fuzzed.  It really is the only way.  I have to shake myself and find myself again.  To stop being so glum.


That is the plan.  Now I only hope that I can hold true to the words I’ve placed down.  Because as we all know plans have a way of going sideways.  So we shall see.


and for now.


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I Had Every Opportunity


I have had every opportunity today to conquer the world.  I have had all day to do whatever I wanted, and today what I wanted was nothing.

I mean I should have cleaned, in fact, I had a hefty today list of cleaning and work that needed to be done.  But I was exhausted. Mentally exhausted, physically exhausted, emotionally exhausted.  It was the trifecta of tired.  But I couldn’t waste the day. could I?  It’s not in my nature to be just lazy.  I have to do something.  So I took the opportunity of nothing and decided to binge watch some TV.  And do some sort of work.    I used my excel spreadsheet and figured up how much money each parent owes me for girl scout cookies. I did a lot of correspondence via messaging online.  But after that was all done, I colored.  I know that sounds like I’m five, truthfully in some aspects I am, but it was fun.


My awesome husband got me a book for my birthday!  So it’s fun to actually use it, along with my new cool markers.  The world should have been conquered but it was good to be nice and lazy today.  It’s been good to let the boys just play and watch some decent movies.  It’s been good for me to not have to do work.  I mean I did do some work, but it wasn’t like I was killing myself or adhering to a strict schedule. That in itself is good enough for me.

Though my free day must come to an end.  I have to get off my butt and make supper.  Which I’m not dreading, but I am not really wanting to do.  Thus is life.   Tomorrow it’s back to the norm, I have to the grocery shopping.  Get things prepared as much as I can for the upcoming week.


Well, that’s my story for today.  What is yours?


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Obligatory Post


Because it’s My Birthday


That is right, when I woke up this morning, it was a day that celebrates me being born.  To mark another year on the third planet from the sun.  I’m now thirty-one and it’s not a milestone birthday or anything. But it is my birthday.

As anyone does when they come to a change, there is a time for reflection.  I like to reflect a lot.  Here is what I think about the last year of my life.  It was busy.  When I turned thirty I thought that finally, I’m an adult.  Which is really true.  My twenties were spent trying to figure things out.  And now that I’m thirty-one, I’m not sure if I have anything really figured out. But what I do know is that no matter how stressed out I get, life is really good.

Here is why my life is good.  I am a child of the King.  Thank God, Jesus died for me.  I’m forgiven.  That is the first reason my life is good.  Then there are other things.  I’m married to a wonderful man.  He works hard to provide for our family.  I have three kids whom I adore.  They are definitely a handful, but I’m blessed to have them.    I have a beautiful home.  A great support system in my family.   I have good friends.  I have a wonderful church that I get to call home.  I have things to do.  I have awesome blogs (journey of faith, tv watcher, aosfans) that make me happy to work on.  That have been getting really good feedback.  (Well AOS and TV Watcher are)

So on my 31st birthday; I’ve decided I’m going to make a list in my new journal, of the top 31 things I want to do this upcoming year.  I can’t wait to make this list…..


Life is good.  I’m excited to see what 31 brings me.


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Book Review



I Finished A Book


Yes, I did.  I finished the first book of 2017 and it wasn’t terrible.  I have a Goodreads goal of reading  40 books this year, and I’m down to needing only 39 more.  It’s a good feeling knocking that first one off the list.


While you can check out my Goodreads page to see my review, I decided to put it here as well.  Every word for word.


The first book read:  The Chemist by Stephenie Meyer



After many moments of not liking this story. I’m happy to report that I liked the way the story played out. There were a few things that made me crazy, i.e. the MC name changing frequently. While I understood it, it annoyed me. Also, feeling that the characters were too familiar to those of “Twilight.” Especially when it came to the love story.

Also, there were parts of the story, where it felt like it should have been a straightforward love story instead of this action/adventure love combo. For me, it felt as if these two stories should not have been mashed together, up until the end, when I was super happy with the way it had played out.

“The Chemist” had its good points as well. The last ten chapters, it was hard to put the book down. I became invested in the characters and needed to know their ending. I needed to know if the MC would be able to pull it all off since the skills and knowledge were not 100% the best. Old movies and books are where she had picked up her training in other matters. The epilogue really sealed the deal. I was satisfied with the ending of these characters. It felt natural to its conclusion.

At the end of the day, I would read this story again, while I’m not in love with it like I have been with other tales, it was good. I liked it.


and frankly.


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Traveling Aboard



Our Mexico Trip


I can’t tell you how old I was when my family traveled outside of the American board for my first time.  We took a trip to Canada, but it was before 9/11 and didn’t need a passport to exit or reenter the country from that border.  So when my husband first named the possibility of going to Mexico, I was a bit gobsmacked.

As the months passed and it looked like we were really were going to have the chance to go, I started the process to get us both passports.  It was a process.  But you don’t care about those logicists.  Frankly, I don’t either.  Just know that I was very nervous about getting it done and getting it done right.

When the hubby went on his annual company trip, it was confirmed that in January we would be traveling to Puerto Vallarta, Mexico.  I was excited, but it was also months away, so I tried to not think about it.  

Then January came, and I had to think about it.  We were going!  OMG.  Now first, let me explain, this was not just a vacation that we decided we were going on.  This was a reward for the extremely hard work my husband has put into his company and the great job he had done in the year for the company.  My husband went in early, came home late and busted his butt while he was there.  He took a store that was in trouble and turned it around to make it profitable.  He’s like in the top 20% of the company nationwide.  It’s pretty incredible to think about the work he’s done.  The pride I feel for him is overwhelming.  He is an amazing man.

So, he EARNED this trip.  An all expense paid trip to the Marriott Resort in Mexico.  The airfare, hotel accommodations, meals and drinks through the day.


We left Friday morning, Roger was kind enough to be at our house 3:20 am to get us to the airport in enough time to check in and all that.  Mom was amazing and was already at my house to be with the kids.  After a round of kisses, we were off on our trip.  We got to the airport and I was super nervous.  One. I was going to a foreign place.  Two. I hadn’t flown over a decade.  Three.  I already felt sick to my stomach from lack of eating a proper supper.  The airport was the airport.  We left from Concourse A; which happened to be the concourse that I ran all over the summer after my freshman year working.  But man, it was different.  They have really upgraded the airport.  I mean, that was ten years ago, so I am not surprised, but whatever.  Finally, we had boarded the plane and were off.  Flying into Houston, Texas; a place I’ve also had never been to before.  We were flying before the sun had risen, so seeing the sunrise about the clouds, well that is a view that is just incredible.



In Houston, we went to our next gate and hung out eating some snacks.  Boarding again, I knew when we landed we would be in a different country.  When we were coming into our landing in Houston, you could see all the roads and buildings.  It was the typical city from the air.  But when we landed into PV it was a different world. The roads we saw from above were primarily dirt roads.  Now they did have paved roads throughout the main part of the city, but the overall landscape showed dirt paths.  But what was amazing was the mountains.  Now I have seen the Great Smokies.  And they are large and incredible.  But the mountains as we came into land were just different.  They were more grand, larger, beautiful.  My pictures really don’t do it justice.



The landing was easy, the flight hadn’t been as terrible as it could have been. And once we breezed through customs we were to head to the greeters who’d take us to the hotel.  But first, we had to pass through the Shark Tank.  This was the scariest part of the trip.  Phil had our suitcase, I had our carry on and we walked with our group into this room full of people who was trying to make a sale.  They were like a crazed and vicious dog.  They were yelling about having our travel arrangements and having to pay a tax for it.  And all this other crazy stuff.  No was not the answer they wanted to hear, and I felt tired after getting through to the room.  Once we were out, we loaded into the bus and took a ten-minute ride on the CRAZIEST road to the hotel.  They drive so differently.  People are cut off, speeding, changing lanes.  You think Ohioans can’t drive well, let me tell you they are saints compared to the crazy Mexican drivers I witnessed.

Walking up to the hotel from our van was a relief.  But it was weird.  Any hotel I’ve ever been to has had a door to walk through.  Not there, though.  It was an archway.  The lobby was open aired.  And from the second I was through it I could feel the ocean breeze hitting my face. The hotel was grand and wonderful and had all these beautiful flowers everywhere.  Once we got into our room, we took a stroll on the beach.  I finally have had my feet in the Pacific Ocean.


The beach was rocky.  It would have stretches of sand that were peppered with tiny rocks and then there were be these massive big rocks that the water hit.  I’d never seen that in my limited beach trips.  That night I started to feel sick (I assume from the travel and lack of eating proper meals) but that didn’t stop me from enjoying the dinner that Phil’s company had arranged.  Each manager that was there was recognized for their achievements.  But the organizers took the time to recognize the spouses for their part of it.  Which I had to say felt very nice.  I sometimes feel like I’m not that important because I only run the house.  But I run our family, while he runs his business. And that is important.  They were also thankful that we put up with them being gone for so long.  I liked that they did that.


On Day Two, Saturday,  I felt much better.  Thank God.  We got up and had an amazing breakfast.  It was buffet style and had a lot of choices I recognized.  It had some weird choices and I just avoided them.  I stuck with food I knew for that morning since I was afraid to tempt fate too much.  We traded our American dollars for Mexican peso and felt like we were rich.  Since $200 equaled over 4,000 pesos.  Then in a group of 8, we went to the boardwalk.  This place was very beautiful.  And had many shops where we spend those pesos.  Getting a small gift for loved ones.  There were all kinds of strange statues and nifty things to see.  The thing that really got me, was there was very few blocking.  It was all open, even when it was a straight drop down.  There was no fences or anything.  Like even with the statues there was no don’t touch type of deal.  There was one statue that was a ladder straight up, and people were climbing it.  I was like, seriously, why?

My favorite part of walking on the boardwalk was going into this cathedral.  It was gorgeous.  It had all these statues and carvings that were just impressive.


I know, it’s a lot of pictures.  But it was a beautiful place.  Once we got back from town we hung out in the pool with a group until it was time to get ready for our dinner reservations.  We ate at Mikado, which was hibachi.  (We made a point to eat at all 4 resort restaurants.)  It was a fun evening we met up with another couple and just had a good night full of laughs.  It was good food, and it was so filling, but it wasn’t quite the hibachi that we are used to.  Since it wasn’t overloaded with soy sauce.  There was also no yum-yum sauce.  So that was crazy.  We spend the rest of the night sitting in the lobby bar hanging out.  They had a live duo playing songs and it was just a nice night.


Day Three, Sunday was a new experience we got up, had room service for breakfast.  The french toast was good, even with the raisins in it.  Then after a bit of indecision, we went off to the spa to have back messages.  I spent time in the steam, the sauna and the jacuzzi.  Then had my back pampered and it was perfect.  That night was the real treat.  A huge group of us, (24) loaded into two mini busses and took an hour drive up a mountain to a restaurant called Le Kliff.  It was built into the side of the mountain and made with the idea of a wonderful view at dinner.


This night was wonderful.   It was just great to sit around with other adults and eating fancy food.  The crazy thing was they gave you a cup and pour a bottle of water into it.  All fancy like, but they also put a random piece of fruit in it.  Some had cucumber, some had grapefruit and on and on.  They didn’t ask you want you wanted either, they just gave it to you.  I had beef medallions and they were yummy. There were these weird animals that I had never seen before coming into the restaurant.  A lot of our group went and played with them. Phil said they were like cats.  But others described them as possums.  So I stayed far, far away.  Though it was cool how friendly they were.    The ride back was insane because there were no traffic lights.  There were no street lights.  It was just lit by headlights.  I sort of just held on to Phil and tried to not worry.   That night was just chill time in the hotel lobby again.  We watched the BJ Penn fight on UFC on the TVs and that was disappointing.


Day Four, Monday was our last day there.  I spent the morning packing and then we went and had breakfast.  There was just a lot of downtime as we were prepping to come back.  We loaded onto a bus and went to the airport.  It was a much easier time to go into that airport.  Then we hung out forever until our flight.   That flight was the hardest flight of the entire trip.  It was long.  I was uncomfortable.  I was so fidgety.  I read over 200 pages to attempt to calm myself.  We were on time until we hit the Chicago then due to weather we were in a holding pattern.  Coming down to land was rough and it made me feel lightheaded.  Once we landed we literally had 30 minutes to go through customs, get our bag, recheck our bag, go to Terminal One to go through security, get to Terminal Two and board out flight.  And we made it JUST IN TIME.  It was very close.  Landing at the home airport was nice.  It was just good to be home.  Roger drove us back home.  Where my boys were still sitting up.  The trip was incredible.  It was a once in a lifetime experience and I’m so thankful that I was able to go.  I’m thankful to my parents for keeping my kids.  Knowing they were in safe hands, made it easier to relax.  I have to say, anyone who gets the chance, should go.  Go have a fun trip.

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