Call Me, Maybe Not

October 4, 2016

Apparently I started this draft more than a year ago and forgot to post it. I mean, it is pretty important.

You know what else is important? Ok — maybe not important, but exciting? Like all broken promises of years past, I’d like to get back in the habit of blogging. I was rereading some of my old posts the other day and it’s not like the world’s greatest examples of the written word or anything. It’s just good discipline and if nothing else, fun for me to look back on and reminisce. So there.

And, please, don’t call me… Want to find out what’s going on in my life? Read my blog. ;)

What is happening?

January 26, 2016

I MADE TURKEY BACON THIS MORNING. I don’t cook, let alone something with actual nutritional benefit, and especially not before 10 a.m. And this is what I ate for lunch today:


Iceberg lettuce, muenster, tomato, turkey bacon

Seriously, what is happening?

Well, it turns out feeling like crap for years will finally make this old dog learn new tricks. As of today, I’m making an intentional decision to change my eating habits. I’ll be most closely following the ketogenic diet (high fat, adequate protein, low carb), but to be honest, any move in a direction other than where I was going will be considered a success. I’m hoping to get back to a regular exercise routine as well, but I’m working on baby steps right now. (Thank you, Dr. Leo Marvin.)

And though I believe mental illness is most definitely real (I’ve struggled with depression and anxiety for almost ten years), I also believe I wasn’t properly fueling my body and I’m looking forward to seeing how this change affects not only my physical body but, maybe even more so, my emotional/mental state.

Anyway, I’m excited and felt like an over-promised blog post was the best place to start. :)



August 18, 2015

Guys, I just realized I went without blogging last week. (for shame!) Guess that just means I’ll have to double-up this week. Wooo!

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August 4, 2015


Since I’m now officially in my mid-30s and supposed to be a grown up (?!), I have come to the conclusion that I need a little more discipline in my life. Don’t worry, this isn’t a new realization, I’m just actually going to try and work on it. As with any new calendar year or birthday, there comes a lot of introspection and goal-making (LISTS!!!). I got myself a sticker chart of sorts and came up with a list of different items that will hopefully help me practice discipline and live a better life. Drinking more water, eating 3-5 servings of fruits/vegetables, journaling before bed (instead of looking at my phone), getting 30+ minutes of physical activity, putting away clothes after work (instead of throwing them over the back of my chair), things like that. Some are daily goals, a few weekly ones, but they’re all reasonably attainable things—unlike goals of the past, like, lose 20 pounds by next Saturday or something.

Wellllll… lucky for you, one of the items on my list was to blog once per week. And three days in, I can already cross that bad boy off the list! Anyway, I’m looking forward to seeing some positive changes come from this discipline challenge (but I’m also being gentle with myself if I don’t get to everything, as I haven’t always done in the past). Perhaps I’ll keep you updated on the progress, but if nothing else, you’ll at least get more frequent peeks into my super exciting life. :)

It’s Maaaaadness

March 23, 2015

At one of the properties where I work, we are doing a March Madness bracket challenge with the residents. We had a big kickoff event last week and it’s been a ton of fun to see everyone get excited about something. Last week I went door-to-door and passed out more than 220 brackets (one for each apartment) for everyone to fill out and turn in. Only 54 people decided to participate (including a few of the staff), but the FUN (sarcasm) thing about doing the bracket thing manually (via paper and not the INTERNET) is that today I got to go through and highlight and count up the total points for all 54 brackets. Granted, we are only halfway through the tournament, but we needed to update the standings. (Side note: last year they had more than 100 brackets, so good riddance to whoever had to keep track! Sucker!) The actual good/useless thing about doing that is I now have the entire list of winners/losers memorized. So if anyone needs help keeping their brackets up to date, I’m your girl.

Let’s be honest, some of those mindless, mundane tasks are the best — especially when I get to use markers! And next year, I’ll suggest that we send out a link and let the computers do all the work. :)


Still alive.

March 16, 2015

I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve started a post and then gotten distracted and forgot to save the draft and all my hard work (exaggeration) was deleted. Maybe seven? Eight? Either way, I’m baaaaaack. Last week, I even typed up a post on my phone, but when I went to publish the dang thing, the Wordpress app closed out and I lost everything. Dang technology! It’s so amazing but so frustrating all at once.

I don’t have too much to offer at this time, but just wanted to say that I’m still alive. :)

Third Time’s the Charm?

February 4, 2015

So much for more frequent blogging in 2015, huh?! Ha. Oh well. Since starting my other job (same company, just more hours at a second property) at the beginning of the year, I’ve had a difficult time adjusting to the new schedule. I’m working occasional weekends which I’ve never done before and I’m working the 2nd shift (2-10 p.m.), which is actually ideal for someone with hypersomnia. It’s just hard to maintain a “normal” schedule when sometimes my shifts are less than 12 hours apart. My social life has taken somewhat of a hit, but overall it’s been good. I enjoy what I’m doing, I like getting paid for those additional 16 hours, and even more importantly, I’m at 40 hrs/wk now so I get BENEFITS! No more medical assistance for me! It’s almost like I’m a fully-functioning adult again!

Now that I’m more than a month into my new schedule, I will be able to blog more often. Third time’s the charm though right?, so I should be all set after today. :)

How I felt about New Year’s Eve

January 8, 2015

But seriously.


Testing 1, 2, 3

January 4, 2015

Is this thing on

Soooo I’m contemplating a return to regular blogging in 2015… I haven’t decided yet. I know my throngs of readers will appreciate the daily input into their lives. Ha. Yeah right. (I kinda just wanted to say throngs.)

Happy New Year everyone. Maybe I’ll see y’all soon.

Happy Father’s Day

June 15, 2014


The Parable of the Lost Son

Jesus continued: There was a man who had two sons. The younger one said to his father, ‘Father, give me my share of the estate.’ So he divided his property between them.

Not long after that, the younger son got together all he had, set off for a distant country and there squandered his wealth in wild living. After he had spent everything, there was a severe famine in that whole country, and he began to be in need. So he went and hired himself out to a citizen of that country, who sent him to his fields to feed pigs. He longed to fill his stomach with the pods that the pigs were eating, but no one gave him anything.

When he came to his senses, he said, ‘How many of my father’s hired servants have food to spare, and here I am starving to death! I will set out and go back to my father and say to him: Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son; make me like one of your hired servants.’ So he got up and went to his father.

But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him.

The son said to him, ‘Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son.’

But the father said to his servants, ‘Quick! Bring the best robe and put it on him. Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. Bring the fattened calf and kill it. Let’s have a feast and celebrate. For this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.’ So they began to celebrate.

Meanwhile, the older son was in the field. When he came near the house, he heard music and dancing. So he called one of the servants and asked him what was going on. ‘Your brother has come,’ he replied, ‘and your father has killed the fattened calf because he has him back safe and sound.’

The older brother became angry and refused to go in. So his father went out and pleaded with him. But he answered his father, ‘Look! All these years I’ve been slaving for you and never disobeyed your orders. Yet you never gave me even a young goat so I could celebrate with my friends. But when this son of yours who has squandered your property with prostitutes comes home, you kill the fattened calf for him!’

‘My son,’ the father said, ‘you are always with me, and everything I have is yours. But we had to celebrate and be glad, because this brother of yours was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.’

-Luke 15:11-32


At various points in each of our lives we can probably relate to one of the characters in this story.

For most of my life, I resonated with the second son. I was a very compliant girl, I did well in school, I rarely got into trouble; life was relatively easy for me. My brother had a harder time growing up, and for much of the last several years, the disease of addiction has kept him away from us (physically/mentally/etc.). The first time he went into treatment in 2008, I actually purchased a bottle of wine named “Prodigal Son” and was going to open and drink it when he was out and “healed.” (How naïve of me –­ as if it was that easy.)

I’ll never forget the Sunday, sitting in a pew at Bethlehem Baptist Church and John Piper was preaching on the parable of the prodigal son. In some ways I could relate to the, “What about me?!’ as the second son, wondering why the father in the story hadn’t ever really thrown him a party, even though he was the one who really “deserved” it. But it more so brought me to tears thinking, “if my brother does get clean and “comes home,” my dad will eagerly welcome him home joyfully with the biggest of hugs, no matter what.” That’s what love does. That’s what grace does. That’s what my dad does.

On this Father’s Day, since I’m currently without a car and was unable to purchase a traditional greeting card, I’m dedicating this blog post to my dad. He has been the greatest example to me of God’s unconditional love, and he has taught me what it means to be kind (even when it’s difficult), to be generous (even when you don’t have a lot to give), to show grace or forgiveness (even when you don’t want to), how important it is to choose joy (even when difficult circumstances arise), and that progress is waaaay more important than perfection (especially when giving up would be a lot easier).

From coaching just about every sports team that I was a part of growing up, if nothing else, capturing it on home video, to volunteering with the youth group together, to endless memories in Disney World (also captured on video), to our Vikings game dates, to meaningful conversations at the cabin, to laughing so hard our drinks come out our noses, I’m forever grateful for his support and encouragement and quality time spent together.

No matter what I’ve done, I know I can turn to you, dad, and you will accept me with a big hug. Thank you for being such a great father. I love you. (And thanks for getting a “fattened calf” for both Dan and me tonight, even if it was in the form of filet mignon at Chianti Grill.) :)