Weekend Recap

Happy Monday after St. Paddy's!  Y'all hungover??  Yesterday was pretty busy for us as we celebrated Aaron's 3rd birthday.  My baby is 3.  I honestly cannot believe how fast time is flying.  Soon he'll be 13....then 23....then 33 with a kid and another on the way.  Some days I wish time would just stop for a second.  Between laughing at my silly boy, I spent a lot of it in tears, happy tears of course, at my growing boy.  He amazes me in every wonderful way possible.  He's smart as a whip (he definitely got his dad's brains), yet hilarious, silly, mischievous, strong, independent; the list of adjectives goes on and on.  And yes, I'm a little biased.  However, he makes me so proud every day to be his mom.  And though I don't offer up a lot of words of wisdom, I will say (and have always said) that when he grows up to be a kind, hard-working man who loves others, is good to others, is his best self than I'll have done my job.  That I know for sure.

I want to thank each and every one of you that took time out of your busy day to comment or "like" his picture on Facebook or Instagram; I also want to thank the special people that called or texted- it meant so much to me that you had time in your day to wish my baby a happy day.  Thank you.

I have something to get off my chest, and if I can't do it on my blog, where else can I do it?  So here goes: my feelings get hurt over more stuff on Facebook, Instagram, etc. then anything else.  How crazy is that??  "Why didn't so and so like my picture?"  "Why didn't so and so comment?"  It's ridiculous how much I let stuff like that affect me.   For example, yesterday there were so many of you fantastic, wonderful people that commented and "liked" my picture of my child, yet all I could think of were the people that didn't.  And I know who they are!  How terrible is that?  Instead of focusing on the positive- on the people that cared enough to say something or click "like," I felt myself getting angrier and angrier at the people that didn't.  That's what Facebook, Instagram, etc has done.  It makes you so aware of these things.  And as entertaining and fun as they are, some days I just don't know if the stress, hurt feelings, and anger are worth it.  Will I delete my accounts?  Probably not.  At least not right now.  Because as much as I complain, I guess I'm glutton for punishment.

So again, to all of you people that took time out of your schedules to even click a "like" button (and you know who you are) THANK YOU!

Totally did not mean for this to become so serious; I think watching the Walking Dead episode from last night has my stress level through the roof- ha!  Enjoy your evening!

~LL

A recap & an election

I'm freezing.  Are you?  I gave up on looking decent at 12:45 pm.  Went from jeans and wedges to sweat pants and an old GHS Bears sweat shirt.  So much better.

I couldn't bring myself to recap Walking Dead yesterday because I literally did not know what to say.  I still don't really.  FYI: If you haven't watched WD from this week and don't want to know any spoilers, you probably don't want to read any further......but hey, whatever floats your boat.

• Lori gave birth and died.  How depressing is that?  I'm sad for Rick, for Carl, and especially for that baby.  What happens now?  She needs her mommy!  Rick killed me.  I felt so bad for Carl, but it seems like he's accepted his role in this new world better than anyone.  Carl usually gets on.my.last.nerve but he handled it like a man.  Rick....I don't even know what to say.  He wasted so much time being angry that he never really reconciled with his wife and now she's gone.  It just all feels so unresolved and hopeless.  
• T-Dog bit the bullet.  Well, he actually threw himself into a pack of zombies after being bit.  Bless it.  IronE Singleton (T-Dog....or should we say T-Pain) was on Talking Dead after the show and he shed a few tears.  Here's hoping T-Dog gets some work!  Now, where's Carol?
• Glen and Maggie are obviously still getting it on.  Andrea is so going to hook it up with The Governor.  Who's next?  I vote for Darryl- country boys need loving, too!

That's it.  Next Sunday's episode should be interesting.  As far as Lori goes, I guess they kind've left it open for her to come back since we never saw her get shot on camera.  But, of course, that would totally be far-fetched.  Stranger things have happened...


So today's election day.  I voted a few weeks ago; Adam went and voted today.  It seems like every one's getting out and voting and that's encouraging.  I won't share my politics on my blog because it's not the place, but I will say I'll be so glad when the election is over and I can enjoy Facebook and Twitter again.

Peace out.

~LL

The Moment

Have y'all had a moment in your life when you see a picture of yourself and think enough is enough?  Well, I had mine Sunday night.  As I was tagged in yet another unflattering photo of myself on effin' Facebook, I decided from this point on it's officially diet time.  So, I started my low-carb diet Monday, and I'm doing pretty well so far.  Basically, I'm trying to stick to carbs (good carbs) in the AM, and nothing but protein and veggies for lunch and dinner.  It's hard.  We celebrated my lovely cousin's 33rd birthday yesterday over lunch, and my aunt (who happens to be a fabulous cook) made Hot Chicken Salad topped with crumbled potato chips (YUM!), Yeast Rolls (Hello? I'm dying here), and a bowl of strawberries, melons, and pineapple.  It took all of my willpower not to devour two helpings of chicken salad, eat two yeast rolls, and load up on the fruit.  I held myself together though, and had one helping of chicken, half of a yeast roll (shared the other half with Aaron Mo), and all strawberries (figured those were better than the melons and pineapples?).  I'm praying to God this works.  I want to be in this by June:

I might not be Adriana Lima, but I'll take her flat tummy!

~LL

Why I almost deleted Facebook

I deactivated my Facebook account for one hour today.  I could only make it one hour before wanting it back, and reactivating.  That's terrible.  My husband gave me two days; I lasted one hour.  It's just that I've gotten to where Facebook makes me more annoyed/unhappy/sad/embarrassed than happy.  I seriously cannot take any more status updates about what you ate, an exact account of everything that you have done today, a conversation that you had, and worst of all, prayer for something as inconsequential as a cold.  I'm sorry, that might sound a little harsh, but if it's between praying for you because you or your child has the sniffles, or praying for the two year old that's fighting a brain tumor with all that her little body has, I choose the latter.  Of course I know that prayers are limitless, and I can (and should) pray for everyone, but some things I feel should just be kept private.  Like I have said in many blog posts: I believe in the power of prayer.  Prayer is an amazing and necessary thing.  I, however, don't believe in broadcasting every thought, worry, and emotion that I'm feeling.  Yes, some things suck; it's life.  Deal with it.  And for God's sakes, be thankful for what you do have.

Like a Prayer

Last week, L Cpl Blake Rodgers was killed in the line of duty in Afghanistan.  This young, handsome man was only twenty years old; he had his life ahead of him, and it was taken from him in an instant while he was serving our country.  I did not know Blake, as I am a lot older than he is, but coming from such a small town where "everybody knows everything about everybody," I have heard a lot of wonderful things about him and his lovely family.  His body was brought back to the states this past weekend, and he and his family made their way back to Griffin this morning by a motorcade of policemen and firefighters.  Although I was unable to be there, many people uploaded videos they took with their cameras, and it was truly one of the most moving tributes to a fallen hero that I have ever seen.  God bless this brave Marine, and his family as I am sure this will be a very tough and trying time.  

As I was on Facebook viewing this heartfelt tribute, I came across people asking for prayer.  Asking for prayer is wonderful and inspiring; I believe in the power of prayer, and it is always so wonderful to see the many people that share in your beliefs.  However, I don't want to see your prayer request for: your child to poop, your hair appointment/color job to look great, your lack of sleep, your period to appear (yes, I have actually seen those), your hard day at work, or any other dumb-ass status update.  There are people that are going through difficult times: death, loss, sick children, job loss, dying parents, and you want me to pray for you because you had a rough day??  Get over yourself.

I hate that I even had to include that rant in a post that should be solely dedicated to this brave young man, but it just had to be said.  I know there have been several times in my life where I was "me, me, me" and horribly selfish, but then something as sad as this happens, and I find out that I'm pretty darn lucky to be blessed with the life that I have.  So tonight, and tomorrow night, and the next night, I will be praying for this brave Marine who lost his life protecting us, and I will be praying for his family and friends for strength in their days ahead.