A Friday Tail

If you are raising boys, you know that erections start at a very early age. Like birth. I was admittedly caught off-guard (and SHOCKED) the first time it happened. But not any more. It’s old hat around these parts.

It's a popsicle.  But it still makes me laugh.

It’s a popsicle.

My oldest used to struggle with it. Especially during car rides in which he would start screaming and shout: “My penis is sticking up!” I would attempt to calm him down and ensure him all was okay – the situation was only temporary after all.

My husband dealt with this a bit differently. Any time Abe would start panicking over his penis, Dave would simply say: “Good! That means it’s working.

So that has become our mantra for mini erections. It’s all good. It’s just working.

And then this conversation happened yesterday in the car with my 4-year-old:
Gus: My penis sure is busy.
Me: Huh?
Gus: My penis. It’s working. It’s busy.
Me: Oh. It’s sticking up?
Gus: Yes. Why does my penis have to do chores?
Me: <crickets>

Happy Friday! Cheers to all those busy, working penises…and little boys who make us belly laugh.

The Monokini Revisited

Spurred by my original post, this blog (at least the Live Dirty part) has been continually linked to The Monokini.  The same post that led my brother to ask, “WHY would you EVER do that?” (as in pose in a monokini). And go on to say, “You’re crazy.”

Since then, my readers have been most gracious in submitting pictures of people in monokinis from public pools and beaches across America (not kidding).  Always accompanied with warm wishes like, “This made me think of you.”

Including this photo spread.  Seriously, I’m not even going there… There's more…

Whole30 Wrap Up (Finally)

I understand I have faithful followers who are quite tired of my posts about Whole30. To you, I apologize. Truly. Please stick with me and I promise to be funny again very soon.

But for those of you who have continued to follow my journey (or started your own), thank you for your encouragement, support, and sharing your stories with me.

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Whole30 Recipe: Sweet Potato Rice

I posted a picture of one of my Whole30 meals on Facebook earlier this week that included Sweet Potato Rice.  People were intrigued, so I promised to post a video tutorial on how to make it using my new favorite, must-have kitchen toolThe Spiralizer.

I should mention, I mistakenly bought a knock-off version of The Spiralizer.  It does great with zucchini noodles, but I have to woman-handle it when spiralizing sweet potatoes (as you’ll see in the video).  Buy the real deal.  Speaking of the video, this is my first attempt at a Vlog post.  As you can tell by electronics plugged in throughout the kitchen, empty lunchboxes waiting to be filled, etc., I didn’t put a whole lot of effort into tidying up the place for this epic event.  My videographer (um…husband) also seemed a bit under enthusiastic at the task-at-hand.  Having said that, it does provide a good idea of how quick and easy it is to make sweet potato rice.  Even if he refused to let me do retakes. There's more…

Whole30 Recipe: Fiesta Egg Casserole

I have eaten eggs every day of Whole30 So many eggs.  I understand the program encourages people to consider each meal as a meal versus breakfast, lunch, and dinner, but I still prefer eggs in the morning and chicken in the evenings.

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Ready, Set, Launch: Whole30

whole30It feels strange – and liberating – to be writing again.  A dear friend I met in the blogging community (The Latchkey Mom) gave me some much-needed and well-timed advice: “Take your time and do what you need to heal. Your readers will still be here, I promise.”  So I have taken my sweet time in getting back to my favorite pastime.

Where do I begin?  In short, losing my dad has been difficult.  But watching my mom grieve has been heart-wrenching.  It’s worse than I ever imagined.  At the same time, I know we will get through this.  We have wonderful friends and a deep-rooted faith on our side.  Though I have to admit, my favorite quote from my mom in recent days has been:  “His death wasn’t a blessing.  EVERYTHING. DOES NOT. HAVE TO BE A BLESSING!”  Amen.  The best sermon I’ve heard all year. There's more…

No Fly Zone: Mosquitoes

I was in Missouri for two weeks after my dad passed away.  My stay was marked by shared memories and checking off To Do lists and quality time with my mom and extended family.  Goodness, as I like to say.

Missouri is nostalgic for me.  I will always consider it home.  I can’t imagine a better place to grow up.  I feel the need to emphasize just how much I love Missouri – because quite frankly, I think it’s gotten a bad rap lately (no thanks to Gillian Flynn). Missouri has rolling hills and peaceful lakes and the Mighty Mississippi and Budweiser and Busch Light.  There are beautiful landmarks.  The sounds of nature sing on summer nights and create an impressive chorus of bull frogs and cicadas.  And it boasts the kindest, most genuine people I’ve ever met. There's more…

The Hurt and The Healer

My dad passed away suddenly two weeks ago.  He was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer one week prior and we were still adjusting to that tragic news.  He was 61.  I never expected my mom to be a widow at 60.  Or my boys to lose their grandfather at such young ages.  Or Robb and I to be forced to maneuver through life without our dad.

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Writing the Train

little-engine-that-couldI’m a bit late to the party, but I recently read Mindy Kaling’s book Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? (And Other Concerns).  I bought it on a whim, as my Girls’ Weekend was approaching.  While I enjoy funny books, I tend to gravitate toward heavier, non-fiction reads.  Case in point:  Men We ReapedThe best book I’ve read this year.  But I digress. There's more…