Here is a list of some morally safe and fun ways to keep your marriage exciting. 🙂
I have a confession: I have anger issues.
Not the “beat the crap out of someone” type angry issues, but the “passive aggressive, hold a grudge forever and a day” type of anger issues. It’s not that I don’t forgive easily, but if you are a repeat offender I’m not so great at forgiving you 70 times 7…This is especially true is you are hurting other people who don’t know how to stand up for themselves.
This usually doesn’t pose much of a problem in my everyday life, because I avoid people who are bad for my blood pressure. However, the people who have walked into my life (and I subsequently told them not to let the door hit them where the good Lord split them) in the last few years have seriously tried my patience and done their best to destroy my faith in humanity. Dealing with trolls on my blog has made me easily agitated in the last year and I’ve considered completely removing my comment section because of it.
My anger issues weren’t really on public display until Facebook and my New Crunchy Mom blog. Since then they have become apparent in my posts where I lampooned various mommy groups for being particularly insufferable.
I never saw a problem with this (especially in my newly sleep deprived mommy state), hoping that it’d be a wake-up call to the mean girl type bullies and a welcome defense for those being bullied. It was both, thankfully, but some things have happened since then to make me rethink the content I put out in the future.Continue Reading
I think I broke my comfort zone, y’all.
Here is my latest contribution to Anne Cohen’s site. If you have ever worked how another blogger gets so much attention, this is the post for you!
When I was young, I lost almost all of my social circles and friends in a very abrupt and traumatic way. I didn’t get the same amount of socialization as most children to begin with because I was homeschooled, but these sudden events cut me off from everything and everyone I knew except for my family and church. I was very close to many of the people I lost during that time, and losing them wounded me deeply.
For a long while, I refused to accept that my status quo had changed. I fought to be reunited, not knowing if I would ever see any of my friends again. Without going into too much detail, I sank into one of the deepest depressions I’d ever been in.
Not only had I lost healthy, regular social interaction with people my age, but I had to cope with some very traumatic events that had accompanied it and the loss of the future I had hoped for. I held myself back, physically and emotionally stunting myself to try to preserve some semblance of everything that had been right before the world fell in around me.
My hope was that, if I could keep myself the same (physically via anorexia) as I had been when I had been separated from the people I loved, maybe it would bring that time back for us. Maybe I could remind us all of a time in which household drama and mental health problems hadn’t taken over our lives. It wasn’t logical, but not many things in my world were at that point.
At the same time, I told myself that my friends were fine. I told myself that their lives weren’t falling apart like I felt like mine was. There was no way that they, as good Christian people, would be having the problems with depression and horrible thoughts that I dealt with.
I thought they were too strong for that, so I tried to be strong too. I didn’t want to disappoint them. Most of them were older than me, and I constantly felt like I was playing catch-up to try to impress them by being on their level. I thought that my compromised mental health would set me back even further from truly being included.Continue Reading
My second article for Anne Cohen on how to turn a guy down. It’s filled with embarrassing stories from my youth, so go check it out!
The cabinet door gave a little squeak as it closed.
James had been quiet the whole way back to the cabin, and although the silence was uncomfortable, I felt like there was nothing I could say to break it.
We prepared a soup for lunch out of dehydrated potato soup mix, kidney beans, and chicken broth that was going to expire in a few months. I stirred the contents in a small pot on the stove as James sat at the kitchen table and stared out the window. His expression was resolutely serious.
He looked deep in thought and I hesitated to break the trance he held with the scenery outside the window to tell him lunch was ready. I quietly announced that food was ready as I set the spoon down on the decorative holder in the middle of the stove and James nodded in acknowledgment. He rose, bracing himself with his hands as he went.
I set aside two bowls and spoons on the counter and turned to face him as he walked over to me.
“Thank you.” His voice was deep and clear as he stood in front of me, his eyes meeting mine.Continue Reading
I just accepted a contributor position last night for Anne Cohen’s website. It’s a big change, but I’m excited! Here is my first article for her. <3
I named my grandma “Mamo” when I was two. The way my parents tell it, I called her up on the phone and started addressing her as such from that day on. My sister and cousins followed suit.
When my twin and I were little, she’d watch us while my parents were gone. She had a drawer full of candy that we tag teamed to wiggle open as toddlers. There was always fruit roll ups, huge lollipops and Ritz crackers for us to eat.
We went out to her house every Sunday after church. She cooked mashed potatoes and gravy for us and also kept cans of black olives for us to stick on our fingers and run around the house before eating.
Mamo gave us different types of candy that we used for medicine to play doctor (the innocent kind) with upstairs in my aunt’s room with her stethoscope. We had play syringes, thermometers and other instruments we’d occasionally insist on using on her.
When I was older, she’d come play outside with us. We’d sit on a blanket and eat baloney and mayonnaise sandwiches and play with puzzles. Sometimes she’d bring her extra wrist watch out with us and time me as I raced to and from the grain bin. She was still able to walk then and sometimes she’d race with me.
We spent the night with her and in the morning she’d make scrambled eggs and fried spam. She’d always tell us the same story about how she and her brothers slept on opposite directions on the bed and would constantly kick each other in the head.Continue Reading
“Are you ready for this?” James asked nervously.
I nodded silently, positioning my hand to open the document to the first page. My thoughts raced as I wondered what we’d learn from these documents. Had Silen told us the truth? What if he hadn’t told us everything? I still had so many questions…
A loud noise from outside startled us, causing me to drop the paper.
James jumped up and bolted for the door to investigate the noise. Had someone found us already? I followed behind him with worry, stopping at the doorsteps as he circled around the house.
The sound of metal clanking pierced the cold day from the side of the cabin and I heard James laugh heartily.
He emerged with a large metal trash can in hand, firmly holding the lid in place on top. I gave him a quizzical look, thankful that, from the looks of it, the noise seemed to be benign.
“I found lunch!” He teased as he cracked the lid open to reveal a scrawny looking raccoon, “Looks like he got himself stuck.”
“Eww!” I threw my hands in the air and let out a cry as I took in the raccoon’s matted hair and dark eyes, “I’m not eating that!”
“Why not?” James retorted, “It’s only fair! After all, I ate your macaroni…”
“Hey!” I said as I indignantly crossed my arms.
He grinned and started to open the lid further, pointing it in my direction.
“You wouldn’t dare.” I narrowed my eyes at him.Continue Reading