Lassie On the Loose

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My beautifully amazing friend Raymanda tagged me in a little ditty called “Get to Know Me”. And since I am still struggling through a self inflicted writing hiatus, I decided to have a go at her little challenge. Nothing too terrible can come from it right?

1. Are you named after someone?

Nope. I am an original! Though I made sure my boys were named after family members.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Yesterday. Sigh…..

3. Do you have kiddos?

Boys by treeI live in the world of boys and wouldn’t have it any other way. Well, except for the smell. Sweaty lacrosse players are from from fruity fresh!

4. If you were another person, would you be a friend to yourself?

Absolutely! I am a fierce loving and loyal friend who suffers from wanderlust and has a earth hugging gypsy side that drives Hubby insane.

5. Do you have a guilty pleasure?

Red wine, afternoon naps and sitting in the sunshine.

6. Do you like your handwriting?

Yes. It’s a combination of cursive and printing.

7. What’s your favorite cereal?

Mmmmm, Peanutbutter Captain Crunch.

8. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Their smile and then their eyes.

9. What is your eye color?

IMG_3558Moo cow brown.

10. Scary movie or happy endings?

This smooshy romantic loves a happy ending. The more Kleenex required the better!

11. Favorite TV show?

I have a few. I love Criminal Minds and also love to watch NCIS, Hawaii 5-0 and Big Bang Theory.

12. Summer of Winter?

Mmmmmm, I love me some sunshine. Give me the heat and sun all day long!

13. Hugs or Kisses?

Nothing beats a good bear hug.

14. What’s the furthest you’ve ever been from home?

Siberia. Craziest trip ever backpacking through the Sayan Mountains that ended with us getting airlifted out through a Russian mob connection. Cra-zy.

15. Do you have any special talents?

I can touch my nose with my tongue.

16. Where were you born?

IMG_2175Ohio – Go Buckeyes!

17. What are your hobbies?

Running, yoga, photography, writing, sideline cheerleader for my boys.

18. Do you have any pets?

IMG_2564We have a miniature poodle Sophie, which the youngest has renamed Stuffy and an African frog.

19. Favorite movie?

Oh there are many! Top Gun, 16 Candles, Meet the Parents, Old School and The Breakfast Club to name a few.

20. What color is your car?

Black and she answers to Black Betty.

21. What do you want to be when you grow up?

Carefree and happy.

A New View At Life

IMG_3497Almost a year ago I had an epiphany of sorts. I will blame it on the whole ‘turning 40‘ thing. I took a big step back and really analyzed where I was in my life, what I wanted and where I wanted to go. This ordeal sent my mind spinning in crazy directions, leaving me truly wondering what did I want? It was at that moment I decided to walk away.

Now, any of you that know me realize I do not do change well. I stayed at the crappiest job ever for 12 years because the thought of change scared me more than the toxic people I worked with. After much prayer and a gift from God, I was able to leave that job for a new one I truly loved. Fast forward two years and change would have its way with me again as we up and moved from Chicago to the grand ole state of Texas. New town, new state, knowing no one. I couldn’t even get to the grocery store without my navigation in my car. But I trudged on and am now getting quite familiar with this new land and have been able to do so without relying solely on Google Maps. Yeah me!

I tackled turning 40 with my bestie by taking a girls surfing trip to Barbados. It was amazing; the food, the surf, the stories – oh the stories! I think this picture sums it up quite well.

IMG_2633Now Kat, weren’t you talking about walking away? Yes, yes I was. I decided in my pre-midlife crisis moment to walk away from writing. This included my blog, Blissfully Domestic, my journal and every other writing platform I was working on or posting to. Seems easy I know, but when something has been a part of your life for eight years it is hard to walk away. Through writing and blogging I have made fierce life long friendships, I have met amazing people, been inspired over and over again, have finally been among people that ‘get’ me – how could I walk away from everything I loved and cherished. These guys.

IMG_1862And Hubby, I can’t forget Hubby. I had caught myself one too many times saying, “Just give me a minute to finish this up” and “Can you please quiet down? Mommy need to get her work/writing/post done“. I was actually convicted by Monkey who said, “I know Mom, you always say that.” Whoa. THAT is not what I wanted to hear. I didn’t want them to remember me as some crazy haired person hiding behind a laptop. I wanted them to remember me; that I spent time with them, was fully present in their lives, that I cared about them more than the internet, that I loved them with all my heart and soul.

So after a heart to heart with Hubby and his assurance that the world would go on if I didn’t blog, I took a break. To say it was easy would be a big fat lie. I was like an addict – “If I just quick put up this haiku I just wrote people wouldn’t forget about me, maybe if I do just one more 100 Words….” The list went on and on. I made a conscious effort to leave my laptop out of plain sight. I actually hid it in my closet. Pathetic, I know. But I missed it. I still miss it. But by walking away for a bit it made me realize how much time I was truly spending on it. Time that I could never get back with my family.

So now our family rule is no laptops after dinner. Internet time has been replaced with mandatory family snuggle time on the couch. And even though it is cramped and squishy and full of boy madness, I wouldn’t trade it for the world. But I am trying to find a way write more. Because life has to be about balance right?

 

Travelling Through Forty – Day One

Sometimes I feel just like a gerbil running around and around on his wheel. The insanity of it all can be overwhelming. Why must I continue to struggle, just to catch my breath?

Often my life is put on hold so that the needs of others are met. Time for me is viewed as selfish and insensitive – definitely not a priority.

Oh how I long to purge this nonsense from my life, to regain the freedom of time. But what would that take? An exorcist? An undercover covert escape plan? Maybe just some self imposed boundaries rest my wary soul.

This is day one of a little project I am doing with a friend as we explore our fourth decade of life. My prompt was to use the three words: nonsense, exorcist and insensitive and to begin my prompt with: “Sometimes I feel just like a gerbil running around and around on his wheel.” And, because I like a good challenge, all my prompts will be 100 words. Bring on the fun!

Revelation

398810_10151011977692516_1802121691_nAs I begin to inch closer to a new decade in life – one that I believe holds great things – I know I must also take time to look back and reflect on the past. A huge ordeal for me since I am not fond of reliving or even temporarily revisiting that which has already happened. In fact, until earlier this year, my past had been safely stored and secured in the deepest, darkest crevices of my heart and soul. Left to collect dust and never be fully reopened – unless someone came along and thrashed open an old wound in the battle of life.

But during a class I took I was forced to open all those boxes, dump everything out, relive it and then – this is where it gets crazy – share it with the others in the class. ALL of it. WHAT??!?! Oh yes. I had to dust out every corner and bear all that I had worked so hard to hide and forget. Messed up right? Who in their right mind wants to vomit up every mistake, weakness and scar for a group to hear and analyze. Talk about ripping off the bandage! Who would voluntarily sign up for this train wreck? Me.

In the thick of it I thought it was the dumbest thing ever. (Please really read that as I was scared to death.) Those emotions were boxed for a reason. But as a faithful sheep I unpacked, dumped and sorted through a lot of hurt, pain and conflicts. Even better? Hubby was taking the class with me and had to do the same thing. OY! And while the process was far from pretty, I came out of it a different person – changed, healed and shockingly solid. Somehow while dumping out all the tattered and broken, God was able to put it all back together – whole – without gaps, holes and missing pieces. I was stronger and more solid than ever before. It was not the result I was expecting.

Those demons – while they still occasionally like to rear their ugly heads – don’t control me anymore. They no longer consume that which is me – the real me. I don’t have to chase down worthiness and love. You either love me as I am or move on. I will no longer chase you. I don’t need to cut myself to relieve the pain, to fix what is hurting within. I have been successful so far – yeah me!! Will there be times of weakness? I am sure. Will there be times when feelings of worthlessness try and take over? Absolutely! But for now I am going to keep my head up, shoulders back and exclaim, “Game On!!”

Why I Write

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I often get asked why I write? Mostly by my boys, but I have been asked by others as well. With BlissDom around the corner (insert loud squee here) my writing heart strings are pulled tight. I can’t wait to surround myself with those who also hunger for words. Those, that if denied a chance to share the words tumbling around in their head would probably spontaneously combust. Google it – it happens.

For me, writing is a gateway to peace. A way for me to organize the creative life that lives within me. Nothing brings me more happiness than a new journal. Ok, maybe that first sip of coffee every morning is first but a new journal is a close second! The clean crisp pages beg to be filled, they long for words and verses and stories. It longs to be worn around the edges, the corners bent, the ribbon frayed. I carry journals with me everywhere and will often choose the physical act of writing over typing.

Writing gives me a place to escape, to verbalize my pain, bare my soul and create lives and stories for the imaginary people running around in my head. Writing allows me to breathe.

I would love to hear why you write, what scares you about writing and what is one thing you want to tackle with your writing. Always remember the words of Holly Gerth: “Be courageous and try to write in a way that scares you a little.”

You will be amazed at what comes from stepping out of your comfort zone!
 

Thrill Seeker

Ask, and it shall be given you; Seek and you shall find…

A new year is always full of new beginnings, endless possibilities and the sense that we can ultimately, once again, start anew. It is a refreshing, yet daunting feeling, especially if you were less than satisfied with the previous year.

As a way to focus myself, since I am not one for New Year’s resolutions, I choose a word for the year. It is not a new thing and I have done it for the past two years. In fact, it has become a sort of cult. Ok, maybe not that extreme but that makes you want to join in doesn’t it?

So as I pondered my word from last year, thinking about how I used it to change me, I wondered where I should go with this new word. I have spent a lot of time pondering, gnawing it over, listening, but most of all – waiting. Waiting for when I got ‘that‘ feeling that THIS is what I need to work on, this is where I need to focus. And then it hit me, like it has every time before… BAM!

SEEK

It’s definitions scream to me:

  • to go in search or quest of: to seek the truth.
  • to try to find or discover by searching or questioning.
  • to try to obtain.
  • to try or attempt.
  • to go to: to seek a place to rest.
  • to ask for; request.
  • to explore.

What will I find if I truly seek what is out there for me. While the thought is frightening (what if I don’t like what I find), it also invigorates me. So with that, my journey has begun. I have no idea where this word journey will take me this year but here’s hoping for a wild ride!

Embracing your curl

Kat_solo I was born with curly hair. Wild, curly and unruly hair. While many looked at it with envy, I secretly longed for what I didn’t have – tame, lovable, easy to manage hair. Now, don’t get me wrong, I do love my curls – when they behave. But if you have curly hair you know that ‘curly’ and ‘behave’ NEVER go hand in hand and are never mentioned in unison. Ever. Sigh.

During my youth this was a problem because, well, back then there just wasn’t product for those of us graced with curls. Hairspray…. yes. Styling product to tame down the crazy rat’s nest on my head – no.

But now there are products galore for us curly headed divas. Products that work and products that we need for survival. Okay, maybe a bit dramatic but if you have to try and tame an unruly head of curls on a daily basis you would feel my pain.

Fekkai offers a line of products that will help you define, control and celebrate your curls. Sweet! This curly headed lassie says “Bring it!!”

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Any One Thing

In the chaos of life, days and weeks whip by in a fury of blurred dates and engagements. All the while my pen rests, collecting dust atop my tossed aside journal. Often I catch it, out of the corner of my eye.

I promise, I’ll make more time for you later…..”

Soon, later becomes days and once again I catch a glance of my long lost friend.

Oh… I have so much to share, so much to spill onto your pages!”

We dance this tango many times till our avoidance is perfected. Yet, whatever I do, I’m always welcomed back.

The challenge of 100 words is to write a post, using only 100 words. Velvet Verbosity is back and this week she challenged us with ‘Whatever‘. My response, was VERY late to the party!

So Much To Be Thankful For

This lassie has much to be thankful for and I am grateful for the abundance of blessings God has provided me. Most of all, this car full of chaos!

From my family to yours, Happy Thanksgiving!!

A Poem of a Lassie

Most friends call me Kat

The others call me Momma

Some don’t even call.

Wife, mother, sister

Maid, writer, confidant, friend

Short order cook too.

I’m the only girl

In a house loaded with boys

I am out numbered.

I like many things

Soccer, wine and chocolate

Don’t forget coffee!!

Sand between my toes

The colors of a sunrise

Smelling burning leaves.

Holding Hubby’s hand

A piece of cheesy pizza

Spring rain, a clean house.

I don’t like spiders

Ironing, clowns and onions

Heights and loud talkers.

Doing dishes – yuck!

Conform to society?

Not this sweet Lassie!

I can’t touch my toes

Can touch my nose with my tongue

Can’t sing worth a darn.

So now you can say

This Momma Lassie you know

For better or worse.