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April: These Are My Jams

(This blog is brought to you by Chick Fil-A Tea/Half and Half and HGTV’s House Hunters, two of my jams.)

Happy Friday, y’all!

Last month, you heard me describe my first-world March Madness problems. I had 99 problems and a hobby wasn’t one. (Please excuse the whiteness of that sentence.)

I whined and opined and complained myself blind about not having any time. All I did in March was work, work, work, work, work. April, however, was going to be good to me.

And so far, it has been. No complaining today. I’ve found some time to remember that I like things. I like to do things. As my kids hate to hear me say, they are my jams. And here they are:

1. Hiking

If you’re feeling burnt out or stuck or down, get out in the woods. Go see some wildlife, find a waterfall, work some muscles. Breathe deep. The woods help me feel alive, as well as comfortably insignificant. Love. It.

Warwoman Dell, Clayton, GA

2. Essential Oils

I’m totally into making concoctions and have been making some lovely roller balls, room sprays, and diffusions. They make me feel better and I’ve even gotten my teenage son into them! (Like me, he uses them for asthma and allergies.) If you’re looking into getting started with them, I’ve got a guy. Actually, it’s my cousin Lauren, who has shown me everything. Click on her name if you’re in the market. They are so much better than a scented candle and they help my moods and my breathing better than anything else. Nothing removes pet and teenage odor better than these oils diffused in the room. (Don’t tell them I said that.)


3. Books

I love my book club and I’ve finally gotten to actually read some of the books we’ve picked.  I’ve finished March’s book, After You, and had already read our April choice All the Light You Cannot See so I read The Sound of Gravel. Whoa, what a story. A memoir by a woman who grew up in a dysfunctional polygamist family. And I can’t wait to start our May pick, Brooke Shields’ There Was a Little Girl: The Real Story of My Mother and Me. A bonus? Reading them all in real live book form. No iBooks. Real books are my jam.


4. The Americans

If you’re not watching this show, you’re missing out. OMG it is so stressful, but in the best way possible. Keri Russell is also my jam, ever since Felicity and Waitress. Russian spies, 80s cold war (not to mention the amazing fashions), politics, family drama, and sooooo much more.


5. Getting Control-Freaky on My Dresser Drawers

Yes, I did this. Yes, it’s OCD. But who wouldn’t love their clothes looking like this? It’s inner peace, it’s a small way to control my chaos, and it’s my jam.

This is not weird. At all.



6. Drugstore Makeup

I’ve been a fan of department store makeup for many, many years. And I do still use it for some things. But I haven’t been happy lately with some of my makeup purchases, so I checked out some drugstore options and found makeup bliss. Particularly, Almay Lip Butter (Fair) and Burt’s Bees Lip Shine in Smooch have made my spring. I like the ease of running in any corner drugstore and being able to find it.

7. Van Morrison

He’s always been my jam, but this month I finally get to see him perform live! Can. Not. Wait. Love his chill vibe and always brings me back to the old college days of listening to classic rock.

So there you have it. You may not have wanted it, but you got it. These are my jams.

What are yours? Let me know so I can add to my list!

Take care of yourselves and each other,


Yellow Daisy Chick

Queen of the Kitchen ReDon’t

We are in the middle of a kitchen redo.  Before you say, “oh, how nice, how wonderful,” let me paint a picture for you.  My cupboard is in the laundry room blocking my dryer, my computer desk is reminding me of those ten extra pounds every time I squeeze by to get out the back door, my breakfast table is on my porch and no one knows where the homework basket has gone. 

Have you seen “Design on a Dime” on HGTV?  We are doing the Design on a Nickel version and while the results are looking good so far, we are getting crankier by the minute.  As it turns out, I do not do well in kitchen chaos.  It is the heart of my home and it is in the midst of quadruple bypass surgery.  My contractor/husband says I can get in sometime tomorrow, but you know how contractor/husbands can be.  And project manager/wives. 

It’s not easy on a marriage.  A DIY home improvement project can test the best of marriages.  How can two people who respect each other, run a household together, raise children together, still get on each other’s last nerve painting cabinets together?  Just because one person is detail oriented and thorough and the other is better with the big picture, i.e. going to pick up lunch?  I thought that’s what Project Managers do.  Just because one person is a work horse and works 12 hours, and the other needs to stay abreast of current events, i.e. watch the Real Housewives?  I mean, someone has to feed our children, i.e. call Papa John’s. 

I’ve done such a good job as Project Manager, I’ve decided to promote myself to Queen of the House.  So far I can’t get anyone in my household to call me that (or Project Manager.)  In my fantasy queendom, there are no torn up kitchens, no dust, no adhesive or grout fumes, and no chaos.  There are also no other branches of government, no checks or balances.  Off with their heads!

In my fantasy queendom, instead of a royal robe, I would wear my Snuggie.  My court jesters would be Conan O’Brien and Tina Fey. 

Every time I made a public appearance, they would have to play this:

In my fantasy queendom, I would outlaw many horrific things, things our real world lawmakers seem to overlook:  skinny jeans for men, cell phones for anyone under 13, Christmas music before Thanksgiving, and married couples redoing kitchens. 

I would make many things mandatory:  college degrees for pro athletes, wine at children’s birthday parties, women to be paid for housework, 10am – 3pm workdays, and quintuple coupon days.

Any unruly children would have a punishment of being forced to listen to NPR for the day.  Any unruly husbands would be sentenced to watch Top Chef: Just Desserts for a week straight.

But I digress. 

Back in reality/Hell’s Kitchen, we really are starting to see real progress.  We can see the light at the end of the tunnel.  I should stop complaining.  I can now slip by the computer desk with ease as a result of not being able to access any food cabinets for 2 weeks! 

I look forward to putting our kitchen, marriage, family and home back together.  Then I will be content again in my real world.  My contractor/husband thinks he’ll be done by next weekend, and it will finally be time to celebrate.  


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