Because It’s Been 9 Years

Today, I took Daniel to stay the night with his cousin and Wesley to stay the night with my mom, and when this guy gets home from work, I’m surprising him and telling him to get back in the car, for we’re going to have a night of celebration—because it’s been 9 years

9 years since I walked down the aisle towards my best friend
9 years since I boo-hooed some vows to my true love
9 years since I entered a lifelong covenant with the goofy man that seriously “had me at hello” (or the “Whoomp There It Is” shirt, to be more exact)

I love you Thomas, today, yesterday, and always.

Happy 9 Years!

Forgot to Say….

I wrote that last post in a bit of a frenzy, if you couldn’t tell by my abrasiveness :o). There were some things that I forgot to say or clarify. I think I will do just that here and now (and then also edit to add the thoughts more properly in the post).

Thought 1 that I forgot to say:
These small group members that ate so clean and did not partake in 98% of the foods prepared for them by hosts also took turns being the host for our meals. What did they fix you ask? Kale salads with chopped apples and sliced pecans for starters, baked farm fresh chicken seasoned with paprika and rosemary, roasted garlic carrot slices, water, and black bean brownies for dessert. Yum! Oh wait…..nope that’s not it at all. Let’s see, what did they prepare? Oh yeah, that’s right: pizza from a local pizza joint and some breadsticks, along with cokes to drink. Now, if you care so much about health to abstain yourself from meals others prepare for you, why would you care so little about us and serve guests pure crap with a smile? Why not cook something clean and show us how great it can taste? There is such a teachable moment here that was completely missed.

Thought 2 I forgot to say:
I really honestly wish I didn’t serve my kids the occasional gold fish. I honestly wish those around them did not have pantries stocked with processed junk laden with sugar. I really, really do. The thing I refuse to do, even when I feel this way, is pass condemnation on those that don’t know better or have yet to change their habits for the good. One thing I do take solace in, however, is that if I, as mommy to my boys, refuse to bring pop tarts, Cheetos, cereal, kool aid, and what not into the house, I can not have a conniption fit when I break down and serve a few goldfish with some gluten to get me through the 20 minute commute from the grocery store to home before lunch. I can just say ok to my kids when the birthday party host has a big bowl of chips, for the last time they had some was the last birthday two months ago.

Thought 3 I forgot to say:
These people that I griped about (and I specifically said small group people, although there are more that I can pinpoint in my life circles) really are good people. They love the Lord and strive to do what is best and right, and I feel that their choices are good ones. In fact, I adhere to many of the exact same practices and applications. I admire their perseverance and determination towards health, yet I can’t help but say they miss the mark in the execution some days. And in that missed mark, they hurt the cause, damage the audience, and stress some folks out enough to drive them towards a few Oreos ;o)

And finally: go read the comments on that post and add some of your own thoughts as well, even if in opposition. I love a good blog convo!

Get off the High Horse

The Hubs shared a link with me today titled “Does Eating Organic Food Make You a Judgmental Jerk?”. He sent it to me because he knows full well this is one of my pet peeves. I hate the air of superiority clean eaters have about life. I’ve been burned by some of those very people, even when I actually have healthy and real food in my house. Somehow it did not measure up.

In our last small group, we had some amazingly clean eaters. Paleo to the extreme, with next to no cheats or falters. I laugh though, for one of the cleanest eaters I know, someone who literally said no to nearly every single meal made by the small group hostesses, has a nice, plump boob job. That’s right, a boob job. The whole “I’ll say no to some sugar and yes to some saline” mentality drives me nuts. As I’ve said before, I totally get that we all measure our risks. Some we are willing to take, while others we choose not to indulge. No large qualms here, I just think the plank and splinter talk needs to happen at some point.

These small group members that ate so clean and did not partake in 98% of the foods prepared for them by hosts also took turns being the host for our meals. What did they fix you ask? Kale salads with chopped apples and sliced pecans for starters, baked farm fresh chicken seasoned with paprika and rosemary, roasted garlic carrot slices, water, and black bean brownies for dessert. Yum! Oh wait…..nope that’s not it at all. Let’s see, what did they prepare? Oh yeah, that’s right: pizza from a local pizza joint and some breadsticks, along with cokes to drink. Now, if you care so much about health to abstain yourself from meals others prepare for you, why would you care so little about us and serve guests pure crap with a smile? Why not cook something clean and show us how great it can taste? There is such a teachable moment here that was completely missed.

When I started my new workout regime, some of the ladies there cheerfully said to me, “We’ll have you eating like us in no time!” To this I responded, “Ummmm, I already do. I just choose not to ignore the hospitality of the small group hostess on Wednesday nights,” for I feel yes to some noodles one day a week is better for my life and relationships than a snubbed nose to the food someone worked hard on to make for me. Unless I am going to go into anaphylactic shock from the consumption, I figure it best that I partake of what I can and still respond gratefully to what I can’t. I may say yes to the bread but no to the dessert, but to say no to it all, for basis of being “clean,” is missing the mark. Jesus would rather have a hotdog with a sinner than a grass fed filet mignon with a saint. Trust me on that one.

All this being said, don’t judge me based off the orange juice in my fridge, for it is surrounded by broccoli, kale, brussel sprouts, carrots, apples, grapes, raspberries, green peppers. Don’t pass judgment on the goldfish. They totally have saved my tail one too many times to disown them completely. Plus, to go the rest of my entire life without any further taste of an Oreo might lead me into a life not worth living.

I really honestly wish I didn’t serve my kids the occasional gold fish. I honestly wish those around them did not have pantries stocked with processed junk laden with sugar. I really, really do. The thing I refuse to do, even when I feel this way, is pass condemnation on those that don’t know better or have yet to change their habits for the good. One thing I do take solace in, however, is that if I, as mommy to my boys, refuse to bring pop tarts, Cheetos, cereal, kool aid, and what not into the house, I can not have a conniption fit when I break down and serve a few goldfish with some gluten to get me through the 20 minute commute from the grocery store to home before lunch. I can just say ok to my kids when the birthday party host has a big bowl of chips, for the last time they had some was the last birthday two months ago.

And yes, the SAD (Standard American Diet) does make me pissed off, just like this blogger, but to put on my organic skinny jeans and not come over to your house for dinner misses the point. Instead of judging someone based off their Mtn. Dew consumption (and may it be noted here, they are good, although not good for you) while we munch on almonds (and may it be noted I said almonds, not those trashy peanuts–gasp!) let’s take that person by the hand and help them learn about heath and how to best treat our temples.

These people that I gripe about (and I specifically said small group, although there are more that I can pinpoint in my life circles) really are good people. They love the Lord and strive to do what is best and right, and I feel that their choices are good ones. In fact, I adhere to many of the exact same practices and applications. I admire their perseverance and determination towards health, yet I can’t help but say they miss the mark in the execution some days. And in that missed mark, they hurt the cause, damage the audience, and stress some folks out enough to drive them towards a few Oreos.

In short, I say it it past time to get off your high fructose corn syrup high horse and show a little love. That does more good for your body than refusing to accept the person–or the food–before you.

A Long Weekend Away

Thomas and I took a little weekend away to the mountains. We visited the Smokies, which are a totally different view than the Rockies we explored about this time last year. Regardless, it was time away together, in recovery and celebration.

My mother generously watched our boys while we explored the Titanic, hiked for miles, drank mai tais, sat in a hot tub, rocked in rocking chairs while listening to only the rippling of a river, saw 3 black bears, shopped at an outlet mall, read books leisurely, watched Red Box movies, and indulged on a few meals of not so clean or paleolithic eating.

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I love being with Thomas, and being that the Gatlinburg area was our Honeymoon destination, we spent much time chatting and reminiscing about how much things had stayed the same/changed in our 9 years of marriage (well, 9 years at the end of this month—but close enough).

Trips like this are what keep our marriage going. Just a few days of focusing on one another, spending time rejuvenating our love, reflecting on and discussing our dreams, as well as what the Lord is doing in us and through us is imperative. We’re so thankful for our life together.