It was easier…

I’m proud of my boy, the one on the spectrum who put himself out there and invited two friends to the movies and a sleep over. I’m proud that he seeks friendship. And has the attitude of “Never give up hope, right mama?” But it was easier when we were enough. It was easier when he was little and I could explain away the only folks at birthday parties were adults. This year, he’d seemed like he’d made real friends. He’s happier at school than he’s been in a long time.

But here we are, the weekend of his birthday celebration, the one we reserved for friends, and no one can come. My prayer for today is that he doesn’t quit trying, that he keeps his hope and that once again we can be enough until someone chooses him for their friend. My prayer for today is that when that time comes, he is not so desperate for friendship that he falls in with the wrong crowd. My prayer for today is that the WeeOnes friends embrace him as they grow older because Big and the WeeOne, they are a package deal.

My prayer for today is that Big stay true to himself; because he perfectly imperfect. He lives his life with honesty and love. He loves fiercely, protects the creatures that need it most and is funny, silly, quirky and weird in all the best ways.  Someday, someone is going to choose him as a true friend and that person is lucky. 


10 Ways I Would Rather Spend $1,500

I had hoped that by the time I was almost 40 money wouldn’t be such an issue. I’d thought that I wouldn’t be caught off guard by new tires, brakes, insurance deductibles, cost of surgery and on and on and on and on. Yet, here I am. One year before I turn 40 and I need new tires and an alignment: to the tune of nearly $1,500. (I’m rounding up.)  

Here are 10 ways I’d rather spend that money.

1.) A Louis Vuitton handbag. 

I know this is stupid, but I’m the big green J every time I see that classic LV on a bag. It’s, too me, a symbol of I’m not worried about how I’m going to make my mortgage. Granted, we always make our mortgage. 

2.) Airline Tickets To An Exotic Localle.

One day, before I’m too old and my kids don’t want to hang with their parents anymore, I want to go to Dublin.

3.) 300 Cartons of Organic Milk

We drink A LOT of milk y’all, and of course, our tummies can only handle Horizon milk.

4.) A Really Good Start on My Bathroom Remodel.

Dream tub anyone?


4.) Finishing My Wrap Around Porches.

See, we’re living amidst a house that’s not quite finished. It’s livable, but not complete: some of my doors go nowhere.  


6.) 12 and a Half Pairs of Shoes for Each of My Children.

That’s shoes for 6 years. SIX. 


7.) One and a Half Years of Dear Hubby’s Tuition


8.) A New Laptop.

Instead of sitting here blogging with two thumbs, I could be using a fresh new laptop to work on my book. 

9.) Publishing My Book.

Even self publishing takes money. Lots of money if you need help, which I do. 

10.) Just About Anything Else In The World.

I’d RATHER spend this money a bazillion and one different ways, but this is the way that keeps us safe on the road. It might make us tighten our belts for a while, which is a good thing; I mean, how many cardis does one nearly 40 year old need. (Although, I could buy 66.666 cardigans at target) But as Scarlett O’Hara said, “As God as my witness I will be better with my money before my birthday.” Maybe I’m paraphrasing.


Do These Shoes Make Me Look Fat?

Today, as always, I ask you the hard-hitting questions. I am an investigative reporter extraordinaire. I have approximately 332 days, 9 hours and 7 minutes to say I am in my thirties.  Don’t trust me? Click here for a countdown timer. I’m knocking on forty’s door. I am short. I am round. But there’s one thing I’ve got going on: I have slim ankles. I know, right? This is not at all shallow at all of me to be proud of. I am on a quest for cute, sassy but comfortable (Shut up. I’m almost 40. Comfort is a priority now.) shoes. I’m in search of THE perfect bootie (maybe?). The one that I can wear with crop pants (Wait, do people do that?) but that can also be worn with boot cut jeans (hallelujah I hear skinny jeans are out!). Today, I scour the interwebs searching for shoes to go try on this weekend that don’t pinch, rub or make my toes feel like they are going to fall off and are splurge worthy (Relax, husband if in the off chance you are reading this. Not huge splurge. Just not Target shoes splurge.). So, do these shoes make me look fat?

  • The bootie I think I’m most likely to actually wear every day.SHOES1Blog
  • The one I really hope doesn’t hurt like a SOB because OH MY GAWD!Shoes2Blog
  • These are the ones I would buy if I didn’t have what they call “athletic calves.” Shoes3Blog
  • ) I’m kinda late to the party with this brand’s wedges. Are they still cool?shoes4blog
  • I made a LOT of questionable choices in the mid ninety’s . One of which was getting rid of a pair of super awesome moto boots like this.         shoes5blog