Weekend Review

Riveting name for a blog post, I know.  Please, try to contain your excitement.

And, if you are still here, Bless Your Heart.

I kicked off the weekend by killing The Largest Fly I have ever had the displeasure of meeting in an area enclosed by walls.  I informed my Facebook friends that I almost felt the need to deliver a eulogy for the dad-gum thing.  I didn’t , of course, because then you’d have bigger concerns than what else I was going to write in my weekend review.  Concerns that centered around thoughts like “Why am I reading this blog again?”.  Followed closely, I can only imagine, by thoughts like “Does her husband realize the extent of The Crazy rattling around in there?”. He does. Oh, how he does.


Things took a decidedly more upbeat turn when Sweetman and I headed out for date night. Finally.

My man and I love Star Trek. Okay, I have to back that train right up.  So, here’s how this really breaks down. Sweetman is a Trekkie.  And my father, Captain Ahab, loved him some Star Trek, too.  I have fond and vivid memories of watching Jim (I really can’t call him James – he’s far too wild for that!) Tiberius Kirk fight for civilizations that knew nothing of the final frontier of space.  I also decided early on that the Tribbles were awfully cute.  But, I digress.

When Sweetman and I were dating, he re-introduced me to the love of all things Star Trek.  I really hope you get where this is going, because I fear I’m going to end up being flagged as one of those wack-a-doodle Star Trek fanatics if I have to continue on with all the ‘splainin.

We went to see the “new” Star Trek movie. And I got to grab that husband of mine’s arm a few times, and practically jump into his lap.  I consider that a WIN for date night, don’t you? Plus, HELLO, popcorn for dinner.  Total. Win.

We also, just so you know how NORMAL we really are, went out for an appetizer and a drink afterwards.  Now, we were pretty deep in the middle of our Discussin’ when the entire restaurant exploded in an uproar of clapping and hootin’ and hollerin’.  It turns out that the Boston Bruins won game four, in the Hockey Playoffs.  We live in the midst of Bruins Country, people. However, we were simply too in love and in the moment to notice the TV screens.

No, no.  Actually, we were deeply in love with the taste of these illegally good “Sirloin Spring Rolls” we were eating.  That’s the way we roll.  I just wanted to keep it real for ya.

Sweetgirl and I rounded out our weekend with something that I unexpectedly enjoyed.

My sweet five-year old was invited to go to a “Fashion Party”. At Claire’s.  In the mall.  On Sunday morning.  For a five-year old.


I’d like to be able to say that I was able to keep up My Indignation until we walked back into the house two hours later.

Alas, I cannot.

Did you know, DID YOU KNOW, that they have leg warmers and shredded foot-less tights and finger-less gloves (way cuter than I remember them from back in the 80’s) there?  And, AND, they had so many different kinds of sunglasses, that at one point, one of the other moms suggested I go ahead and put down my purse and join in the dressing up.  I was this many shades of tempted to do just that.  But, I held my inner Madonna in check and just watched with glee as my daughter tried on about every sparkly necklace that she could get her hands on.  And she picked a mighty fine tutu, purse, and fairy wings to “model”, might I add.


We returned home with far too many a few hair bows, and an unplanned stuffed animal.

And, just so that we’re all clear, I may not have stepped foot into a Claire’s since 1988, but y’all, I am SO going back.

Oh. Yes. I. Am!

We closed out our riveting weekend by stopping by Starbuck’s drive-thru to get daddy a coffee.  I was trying desperately to text Sweetman to make sure he hadn’t already made his Starbuck’s run.  This is what ensued:


Happy Monday my sweet friends!

How To Be Brave




I’m trying. Really, I am.  This bravery thing, isn’t for the faint of heart.  And lately?  My heart is feeling pretty faint.  I feel like that one lone bird standing on the rock closest to the wildly pounding ocean, with the tumultuous waves ready to smash her to smithereens if she doesn’t take flight.

I tell my Sweetboy that bravery is what you do even though you feel scared.  I tell my Sweetgirl that mama’s can be brave, too, just by doing what they know in their hearts they are to do – not what the world tells them they should be doing.

And it all sounds so good.

Only, all of those words aren’t quite making it to my own heart lately.  I feel on the cusp of a bravery.  Glorious adventure and excitement await as soon as I will just commit to taking flight.  But, if I don’t, and soon, I’ll be crushed by the waves of disappointment, expectation, and even circumstances.

I don’t want to be crushed.

There is no need for panic.  No need for indecision.

I know how to unfurl my wings.  I even know what flight plan to use.

It’s a matter of doing it.  In trust.  In trust that He will hold me steady and keep His firm grasp upon me when the winds shift.

I just need to practice Brave.

Then, I will be.

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