tats, ink, body art, or one step away from biker chick

Tattoos.  The word itself evokes a reaction but really, folks, it’s all a matter of perspective.

Hear me out now.  Like most everything else on the planet, people land in one of three camps when it comes to tattoos.  a) Love ’em.  b) Hate ’em.  c) Basically ambivalent.  A simple categorization system that applies to more areas of life than you’d think.

Black olives?  Love ’em.  Novels?  Love ’em.  Heels or shoes that pinch?  Hate ’em.  Sports teams? Ambivalent.

I could go on and on and on, but you don’t have time for that and neither do I.  So let’s roll back to today’s topic: tattoos.

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meditation advice from a realist

Speaking as someone who’s slowly dipping her toe into the meditation pool – slowly as in millimeter by millimeter – this post speaks truth.  Check it out.

“It’s becoming pretty obvious that our ridiculous full voicemail, texting, Netflix-watching, desk job, blue light, to-do-list-filled lives are screwing with us.  We’re all anxious and depressed and overwhelmed and floaty-feeling because the last time we weren’t plugged into some kind of device, Bill Clinton was in office.

So, of course, the ones with all the obnoxious wisdom have spoken.  It’s time to forest bathe, do yoga, and most importantly: meditate.”

The Beginner’s Guide to Meditation: Damn, Girl, Get Your Shit Together


Share Your World 11/13/17

Do you ever sit on a park bench for more than ten minutes?

This hasn’t come up for me in years.  When I took littles to the park to play I’d spend an hour or more camped out on a bench, occasionally getting up to “watch this!”  Now I usually have the dogs with me if I walk to the neighborhood park.  We’ll sit if I need a breather, but it’s hard to relax with those furry ones tugging in search of scents.  Maybe in five years I’ll spend more time relaxing on benches…

When you lose electricity in a storm, do you light the candles, turn on the flashlight or use your cell phone for light?

We usually light candles.  I’m a bit of a nervous Nellie so I’ll use a flashlight to walk around (’cause it would be just my luck to trip, drop a candle, and set something on fire).  Nervous Nellie also sends me into emergency use for my cell phone because, again, it would be just my luck to drain the battery and then need to call for help.  So candles.

Would you rather be given $10,000 for your own use or $100,000 to give anonymously to strangers?

Definitely the $100,000.  We’re able to pay our bills and have a cushion – who needs more than that.  Nothing would give me more pleasure than to supply a surprise donation.

What inspired you or what did you appreciate this past week?  Feel free to use a quote, a photo, a story, or even a combination. 

Our kids went to a church youth retreat so BrightSide and I spent the weekend at the lake, actually resting.  It was c-o-l-d outside, so we just bundled up and kicked back indoors.  I read and napped, wrote and colored; BrightSide got to watch football on Saturday until it was spilling out his ears, plus he enjoyed some reading and napping, too.  Our kids came back devastatingly tired but we came home totally refreshed.

Cee’s Share Your World is my Monday fun.

What’s happening in your world today?

the best of eavesdrop parenting

Most of you know I love a good eavesdrop.  It’s a great way to pass the time when you’re waiting at the pharmacy or get stuck with the slowest cashier on the planet.  Chilling before church, out for dinner, at the movies – basically anywhere you find mass humanity you’ll also find outstanding eavesdrop opportunities.

Granted, sometimes you end up with an earful of bunion complaints.  But sometimes you strike parenting gold.


junior: A couple of us are going for pizza and [mutter mutter mutter]…

mom: You think you’re gonna do what with your friends?! Boy, I’m never gonna be deaf enough for you to slip that one by me.


mama:  Stay with me, Tommy.  With me.  Right here.  Do we need to leave?  Then you have to – Tommy!  Get over here!  Touch the cart.  Yes.  Our cart.  Now hold on to the side.  You need to stay with mama – Tommy!  Where are you?!  Do we need to leave??



kid:  I hate applesauce.

dad:  Fine, then just eat the chicken.

kid:  I hate chicken nuggets.

dad:  What are you talking about, you ate them last night.  And every other night this week.

kid:  Well, I hate them now.  Hate them hate them hate them hate –

dad:  Fine!  Just eat the fries.

kid:  But I don’t feel like fries.  Or applesauce.  Or chicken nuggets.  I hate everything they make here, I don’t even know why you made me come when I really wanted to go to –

dad:  Ma’am! … We’ll need a to go box here.  And the check, please.  As soon as humanly possible.


preschooler:  But I don’t wanna go!  I wanna go down the slide ten more times and swing on the swings and climb through the tunnels and do the monkey bars but this time upside down, too, ’cause Kim hung by her knees and it was really cool so I want to hang, plus I still haven’t built a sandcastle or jumped hopscotch or done the tire swing or –

mama:  We’ve been here over an hour.  You have exactly 5 minutes before we leave so I guess you’d better get busy.

preschooler:  But I don’t –

mama:  4 minutes and 55 seconds left.


teen:  Oh, a biscuit!  I’m starving.  This is perfect, thanks.

mom:  ….

teen:  But you said I could hang out here during service, and I was really looking forward to it.  Why do I have to go in? … But why? … But you already said –

dad:  Don’t argue with your mom.

teen:  But she said I could hang out here, and I was really looking forward to just sitting on the couch and eating my biscuit –

dad:  You should be excited to sit with Jee-sus!

[omg, that is the absolute best line I have ever heard.  “You should be excited to sit with Jesus.”  Bwahahahaha!!]


learning curves: the ultimate parenting payback


The learning curve is real.  Really real.

For real.

Things I learned After Having Kids | All In A Dad’s Work

My kids are not me

Oh hell… Who am I kidding.  They’re more like me than I care to admit.  From “I had it a minute ago, I don’t know where it is now.”  To all the broken things.  They could tear the hinges off of Hades if only I hadn’t torn them off when I was their age.  However, they are more headstrong than I remember myself being.  I was a go-with-the-flow kind of kid.  These two are not.  They know what they want and they are not afraid to ask for it.  Or ask Nanny for it.  They’re also not afraid to argue their point of view.  They haven’t figured out this household isn’t a democracy.”

Sunday Snapshot: you have already borne the pain

“Many of us spend our whole lives running from feeling with the mistaken belief that you can not bear the pain.  But you have already borne the pain.  What you have not done is feel all you are beyond that pain.”

–  Khalil Gibran

SoCS – modern day America’s quicksand, plus other arms

It’s SoCS squared.

You know you’re looped in modern day America when there’s yet another lockdown on a college campus and you’re surprised to hear it’s from a knife attack.

Don’t talk to me about guns being a “culture” or “lifestyle,” I’m sick of hearing it.  You want to hunt?  Shoot targets with your son on Saturdays?  Protect your home from intruders?  Fine.  Buy a gun.  Buy two.  But don’t tell me you need enough weapons to arm a militia, this isn’t colonial times.

Is arm asymmetry a thing?  My dominant arm is negligibly stronger, and I’m pretty sure that’s typical.  Or are there people running around with identical arms?  What kind of gym time would it take to even things out?  Nope.  Not worth it.

Now for the ultimate, breakdown, I’ve-had-a-beer-or-two-so-forgive-my-rambling “arm” SoCS.

  • farmers – the reason I don’t starve to death.  for real.
  • alarming – adjective; See gigantic furry spiders, rising water levels, and open flames around gas tanks
  • warmest – often me, in any room I occupy
  • charm and disarm – not my skill

Linda’s Stream of Consciousness prompts fall on Saturdays.  This week’s prompt is “arm.”