• NaBloPoMo

    36 things I learned in 36 years.

    I’m 36 years old and one day. I am another year older, wiser, but still not any more mature. 36 things I learned in 36 years – in no particular order: Make your serving size. Leftovers aren’t good. They just aren’t. There may be a few recipes or meals that hold an exception but I can’t think of anything worth mentioning. Eat the serving size in front of you. Seconds are better than leftovers. Eat and exercise like you have heart disease and diabetes. Because you will if you don’t exercise. This one is not fun. I know. But it’s necessary and maybe, just maybe, it will become fun. People will think what they…

  • NaBloPoMo

    Not the birthday post.

    I should save this for my birthday post. November 27th, thanks for asking. But I don’t know what to write about so happy early birthday to me. I’m 36 this year. I’m still 35 as I type this. Things I learned in 36 – still 35 – years: I hate gum now. Chewing gum tastes like chewing on a mint piece of rubber. It doesn’t matter how old you are – girls are still cliquey. I’m pretty sure hangovers can kill. No, not the alcohol. The hangover itself might just kill you. Wearing a fake penis makes you want to grab yourself. I get it, guys. I get it. It’s just…

  • Oh Emma Oh Kate

    7 years and 9 lives.

    It’s called “midwest nice.” I have it. I have the midwest nice. The midwest is a part of the country that is known to be friendly. I’ll hold doors open for you. I will not honk the car horn even if you have a big, bad truck and think you own the road. I tip well because maybe your terrible service just means you are having a bad day. I say please and thank you. I apologize when I’m wrong and I shut up when I’m right. I also avoid the word no. Maybe. I’ll think about it. We’ll see. Possibly. I’m busy. I’m not sure. Let me ask around first. Those all mean…

  • Parenting,  Womanhood

    Halfway there.

    They say after you have a baby, you blink, and then that baby is headed off to college. I call bullshit. A kid doesn’t just wake up one day and become an 18 year old. It’s a process. Time slows down after the age of 9. And do you know why years 9 through 18 are slowed down? I’ll tell you why – it’s so Scott and I can be slowly reminded we’re going to be grandparents one day. THAT’S WHY. The hormones that will make my grandchildren have showed up with their pretty, little eye-rolls. Emma turned 9 this weekend. I usually write a sweet post about Emma’s birthday. Emma’s birth made me a mom. She…

  • Humor

    A bug’s life.

    I want you to meet someone. This is June Elaine. They call her June Bug after, well, ahem – her aunt Julie Bug. Hey, maybe she’ll start Baby Bug Bytes one day. June shares her middle name, Elaine, with her other aunt, Jessica. And there’s Evelyn. She’s a big sister at two years old. While June stole the show on April 2nd, visitors still snuck a glance at Evelyn. She was easy to spot. Her blonde head of curls could be found hiding in the closet or inside the bathroom, laughing and pulling the emergency cord for a nurse. Becoming a big sister brings its own attention. But Evelyn’s attention is a little different. Although unspoken, her milestones…

  • Humor

    Five.

    I don’t know what to say. I thought an additional candle on the birthday cake would change her. Today is Kate’s birthday. 5 candles will flicker on her cake tonight, marking Kate’s entrance into the world. This day marks the 7th consecutive day of opening presents. It’s birthday week.  A one day birthday celebration? Emma and Kate’s Papa won’t allow it. The 6 days leading up to Emma and Kate’s birthdays, Scott’s dad sends an overnight package via FedEx. Every day, the doorbell rings. Dogs bark. There’s a squeal. Kate and I open the door to our FedEx man, jumping up and down – “I’m here! It’s birthday week! See ya tomorrow! Woo-hoo!” Last year,…

  • Humor

    Thanksgiving steals my birthday thunder.

    Jimi Hendrix. Caroline Kennedy. Bruce Lee. …. Fine. And Jaleel White – also known as Steve Urkel. You know what they all have in common? November 27th. They all share a birthday with me. I know we can’t control our birthdays but is it really necessary to have sex on Valentine’s Day? Is it really necessary? I say no. There’s no need for that. It’s a Hallmark holiday. Wooing consists of a mass produced “I love you” card and a dozen overpriced flowers. Do not cave for this, ladies. Not in February. Have your way with men in, oh I don’t know – July. Show ’em some real fireworks. But if you…

  • Humor

    Happy tears.

    An update on my niece, Evelyn: There was an accident last Sunday. Evelyn suffered a blow to the head which caused her to bleed on her brain. The leaks were stopped after 4 hours of surgery. The neurosurgeon said the blood stayed in between her skull and first membrane. Evelyn did not suffer any permanent brain damage and she should develop normally. Evelyn was transferred to the PICU for several days to recover. And then she was transferred to a regular hospital room. The neurosurgeon called her a miracle baby. I was the luckiest person in the world when my sister placed my niece in my arms to rock her…

  • Humor

    Dead man walking.

    Scott turned 32 on Thursday. Scott came home with a cadaver on Friday. Happy birthday, Scott! Scott tore his ACL almost two years ago playing baseball. It required surgery. The surgeon cut a part of his patella tendon out. He used that piece of tendon to make a new ACL. Two weeks ago, Scott decided to play a pick-up game of basketball. BOOM! Knee injury. Same knee. The MRI showed a torn meniscus – a piece of flap in between two bones. His ACL looked ok. But Scott would still need to have surgery to carve out the meniscus. Short term, a few days recovery and he would be back to normal. Long term,…

  • Humor

    The first born.

    “AH! I HAVE A KID!” I have been waking up to that shock for 7 years now. For a split second, somewhere between dreamland and wakefulness, my brain thinks I’m still in high school. Not every morning, but it happens on occasion. I have a kid?!  What? What is going on? I have a kid. A curly-haired, little girl named Emma. She has a giggle that makes everyone around her giggle just because she is giggling. She wants to be an artist one day. She loves to hunt and fish with her daddy. The whole world knows she is already a die-hard K-State fan. She has my eyes. We have…