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Fluctuating Between UberExcited and Totally Freaking Out

September 6, 2010 by Kelli

We leave for Italy in ten days. Let me write that again in case you didn’t catch it the first time.

TEN DAYS!!!!

Someone actually asked me a couple of weeks ago if I felt guilty spending the money on such a “lavish” trip when the economy is bad, so many are in need and on and on. Um…no. I don’t “feel guilty.” I am proud and grateful, actually. Proud of my marriage of ten years. Grateful to a husband who loves me so much that he wants to do nice things for me and have an adventure with me. Grateful that God has blessed us with the funds to be able to take this trip (and the wisdom to be wise with our money and budget accordingly so we could save what we needed over the course of this past year).

We are not wealthy people. Not even close. But we are blessed. And we work really hard to be good stewards of those blessings. We don’t always do a great job at being good stewards. Sometimes we (ahem…I) make frivolous, unnecessary purchases. Sometimes we forget to tithe at church. Not because we don’t want to, but because we just…forget. We are working on these things (and many other things!). But we are careful with our money and we do try to use good judgement in how we spend it.

There is nothing I love more than being with my husband. I think he’s hilarious, fun, sweet, caring and easy on the eyes. Why would I not want to see the world with this man?! I can’t wait to spend ten days alone with him, exploring and making memories to last a lifetime. Memories that we will look back on in fifty years (God willing) and laugh with fondness of the days when we were able to travel the world without a box of depends and a walker…

We won’t regreat doing this in fifty years. We won’t regret it ten days from now when we step on that plane. And I have a couple of photos to prove why.

One of the first places we will drive through is Lake Como, Italy:

From there we’ll be driving through southern Switzerland into Austria. We’re planning on heading to Salzberg, although we have since found this gem of a town and are now contemplating skipping Salzberg, or at least just spending less time there, so we can have more time here:

Hallstatt, Austria. Did your heart just skip a beat? Because mine does every time I look at this photo. I want this very shot on my own camera. The hair on my arms is literally standing up right now. Isn’t God’s creation magnificent?!

From Austria, we plan to scoot down to Italy where we will spend four days in Tuscany at a gorgeous resort like this (we’re waiting on confirmation that we will be able to stay here):

We plan on tooling around Tuscany visiting Florence, Sienna, Montepulciano and wherever else the apartment owners tell us to go. Just me and my man. Why would I feel guilty about that?

I will tell you what I do feel…a little nervous. If I think about us being gone for ten days, driving through foreign countries, too long, I start to panic a little. What if something happens to us? What if something happens to one of the kids and we’re so far away. What if, what if, what if???

So I try not to think about it. Because the fact of the matter is, something could happen to one of us at the end of the street. I can’t live my life in fear of the what if’s. I can think about them and I can even panic momentarily, but then I need to move on and trust that the God of the Universe is in total control. Our children will be in the loving hands of all four of their grandparents. They will probably be spoiled mercilessly. They will likely be watched closer than they are when I’m home. You know…because I encourage them to play in the street and juggle knives.

I’m kidding. I never encourage them to play in the street.

And I am praying with full trust and belief that my God will answer my prayer, that Lee and I will be kept safe and we will be reunited with our children as a stronger, more united front in our marriage and parenting. I think this trip will make us better parents and better partners. So no, I don’t feel guilty about leaving for ten days to celebrate my marriage.

I do feel fleeting moments where I’m quite certain I could dissovle into a massive freak out.

But mostly I’m just so excited it’s kind of hard to sleep.

Not that hard, though.

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Post edit #1: I wrote this last night when I was wiped out from a fun but busy weekend. However, when Lee and I went to bed we started talking about the trip and got so excited we couldn’t fall asleep. So Lee got up and searched the internet for more places to go and things to see while I tossed and turned, imagining all the fun we’re going to have. So it turns out we really are so excited we can’t sleep.

Post edit #2: I had the wrong date in my head when I wrote this. We’re actually leaving in eleven days. Whic isn’t quite as thrilling as leaving in TEN days. Re-read this tomorrow and I won’t be a liar…

Filed Under: Family, Lee, Life, Marriage, Motherhood Tagged With: Hallstatt Austria, keeping a marriage strong, Lake Como Italy, Marriage, Tuscany

Happy Labor Day

September 6, 2010 by Kelli

A one year old Sloan being ever so patriotic.

We are laboring today. We’re laboring about whether or not to get out of our jammies or simply stay in them all morning.

We’re laboring over whether to make breakfast here at home or go out.

We’re laboring over whether to be productive or sit on our duffs watching football and eating snacks all day.

We’re laboring over whether to make beds or simply let them sit in their sleeped in states all day.

We’re laboring today over maps of Italy and Austria as we plan our anniversary trip, which we leave for in ELEVEN DAYS!

Yes…we are laboring today. It’s the greatest labor of all.

Happy Labor Day!

Filed Under: Family, Holidays, Life Tagged With: Labor day, lazy day activities

Kickboxing

September 3, 2010 by Kelli

Yesterday I took out my frustrations and stress in an hour and forty five minutes of intense exercise. I started with cardio kickboxing. I punched, jabbed, upper cut and hooked with all of the anger I could muster. I imagined I was hitting a certain entity that is causing a bit of stress right now. Half way through the class I realized that I was clenching my teeth and swinging with such force that my arm nearly popped out of socket.

It felt good.

I sweat out a lot of stress in that first hour. I situated myself in the back corner of the room so I hope no one noticed the ferocity with which I worked out. I may or may not have looked like I was going to kill someone.

I followed the kickboxing class up with a forty five minute core strength class. It was at that point that I myself nearly met my Maker. I continued to sweat out frustrations and ended with fifteen minutes of stretching that allowed me to relax just a little bit. I left invigorated, tired, sweaty and feeling much less angsty.

I can’t walk today.

I’m sore from my eyeballs to my ankles. Thankfully my forehead and toes were spared. Coughing, sneezing and laughing are dangerous activities and sitting down is torture. I kind of have to just fall back. And reaching for something that’s up over my head? Out of the question.

So for one hour and forty minutes yesterday I was in charge. Today I realized that kickboxing got the best of me. Add to that Landon being up between the hours of 2:30 and 5:00 and you’ve got a sleepy, sore monster of a mommy. On the plus side, it’s a gorgeous day today, Tia has a play date scheduled which means the opportunity for me taking a nap is high and I’m hoping to sweet talk my husband into coming with us to the Zoo tonight to kick off this lovely, long weekend.

So now I just have to figure out how exactly I’m going to brush my teeth given the fact that I can’t move. This could be interesting…

Does anybody have an exciting plans for the weekend? Our exciting plans? Nothing. I can’t think of anything that sounds more fantastic.

My second Katrina post is up at 5 Minutes for Mom. This is the one I was most excited to share so I hope you enjoy reading it!

Filed Under: Exercise, Landon Tagged With: kickboxing, sore after exercise

Why I won’t be blogging today

September 2, 2010 by Kelli

and that’s just the first basket…

Filed Under: Blogging, Life, Motherhood, Random Tagged With: laundry, mama got behind, staying at home

the one where I wax poetic

September 1, 2010 by Kelli

Just kidding. I’m not going to wax poetic about anything. I actually am going to partake in a little verbal vomit. See? Vomit. It’s not a very poetic word. I should change the title of this post, but I don’t want to. Maybe I’ll be inspired as I write and maybe I will begin to wax poetic about life and it’s deeper meanings.

But probably not.

I really don’t have much to say these days. Probably because I’m old and my high falutent weekend in New Orleans has made me feel a bit like I got beat with a rubber mallet then tossed to the side like a rag doll. This mama isn’t used to seeing 2:00 am unless it’s to administer medicine to fevery babies or fill hungry tummies.

I’m tired.

Speaking of last weekend, I must say that there were moments when I looked around and thought What in the world am I doing here? I felt very…how shall I put this…midwest. I was surrounded by all of these interesting, funny, stylish, green, city folk and here I was, the minivan mom from the suburbs. I tell ya, I had to fight from saying things like, Well Golly Gee, or Aw shucks. I think I may have had an I declare or two in me, but I held back. And upon my return I had a strong urge to sell my car and start using public transit and to keep all the lights in the house turned off and check my carbon imprint (or is it my carbon print…or footprint?). But, well, shucks guys, that would make this suburban mama a little less comfortable so I think I’ll keep trucking along as I’m going in life.

‘Cause it’s swell.

Speaking of swell…um, I really don’t have anything else swell to say. I was looking for a transition. That was a poor effort. Did I mention I’m exhausted? Sloan told me yesterday that he no longer wants to be a policeman when he grows up, but he would like to be a shark trainer instead. When I informed him that he would have to be very brave because that’s a dangerous job he gave me the look that only a 7 year old going on14 can give. You know the one, right? It’s that look that says, Duh, Mom. What are you, like, some sort of midwest hick?

“I’ll start working with the sharks who are already trained. Then I will move on to their friends that need to be trained.”

Right. What was I thinking?

“Hey mom,” he went on. “You remember that time when I was a baby and I met that shark?”

“Um, no.”

“Yeah, remember? I was a little baby. It was my first time to Florida and I met a shark.”

“Sorry, bud. I don’t remember that at all.”

“Oh. Well…I might have made that up.”

Gee willikers, my kid is super neato.

I should get up and get moving. The dog is laying at the foot of my bed and I can hear her stomach growling quite fiercely. I had all these lofty goals to get up early and get a lot of work done (because I have a lot of work to do) but I had the migraine of the century last night and didn’t sleep much. Thank God for modern medicine, eh? I may have overdosed slightly but I knocked out the headache so I win. I offer my deepest apologies to my liver which is now working over time to rid my body of toxins.

So on that note, I offer you this:

May your day today be filled with joy, headache free and super duper swell.

The end.

p.s. I’m categorizing this post as random. That sounds about right, wouldn’t you say?

Filed Under: Family, funny stuff that happens, Kids, Life, Minivans, Motherhood, Random, Sloan Tagged With: kids say funny things, midwest hicks, random blog post

New Orleans: Food, Music and Inspiration

August 30, 2010 by Kelli

I spent two and a half hectic days in New Orleans this weekend and it was truly inspiring. The music, the food, the survivors, the fellow bloggers, the hot HGTV hosts…

It really was a great trip. It wasn’t without a few glitches and a few things could have been a little more organized, but I’m certainly not complaining. I ate a lot, slept very little, met some great people and saw just how much work still needs to be done down there. I think the highlight of my trip was talking with a homeowner in the Gentilly neighborhood named Brenda Wheeler. She was amazing, so encouraging, filled with faith and really blessed my heart. Despite the horror of the last five years (after Katrina her marriage fell apart, her mother died, she was displaced and she suffered serious heart problems) she was the most peaceful person I’ve ever had the privilege of speaking with.

I will be sharing her story over at 5 Minutes for Mom this week. I can’t wait for you to read it. I’m even putting together a short video of our conversation so you can see her and hear her words first hand. It was such a blessing to hear her talk about how God has blessed her life and given her strength to endure despite the hardships.

I was able to see the goodness in people as hundreds rallied to help rehabilitate homes that remain in disrepair so that New Orleans residents could finally come home. The average income in the neighborhood where I worked was roughly $16,000 a year so it is no wonder that most houses remain uninhabited, or in a state that is not healthy or safe for the residents. That region still needs help, they still need support, both financially and in basic labor. It was eye opening for me.

I got to drive throught he lower 9th Ward, where I did not see Brad Pitt (Sad Panda) but I did see the houses he built. They’re beautiful and amazing, but they sit next to wasteland. Overgrown lots and dilapitated homes leave a stark reminder of the destruction that happened. And the day I drove through it was pouring down rain. It was almost eery to see the community in the rain like that.

Here are a few pictures from the weekend, including one with me and Carter Oosterhouse who, I must say, is more adorable in person than on TV. I’ve never watched his show, but I know who he is because how can one not be aware of someone who looks like him?! Just sayin’…

And now I’m off to edit video, write a few more posts and get some coffee. I’m at the gym using their free wifi. The gym has become my office as of late. The kids get to play, I get work done and everybody wins. Well, except for my body which is just getting soft and squishy…

These women are three generations who have been displaced since Katrina hit. Their house should be completed and ready to move back in in just a few weeks. The older woman, Lula, lived in an apartment or “ghetto,” as she put it, her whole life. Her daughter Lois bought this house in 1998 because she wanted her mother and children to know what it was like to live in a home and in a safe environment. She wants to bring her aging mother home.

Many of the abandoned homes still bear the water marks from the floods. The X on the front indicated where the water peaked. The numbers are the date that the house was checked and on the bottom the number indicated if any bodies were found. Thankfully this one bears the mark of 0.

I helped build a fence with a group of kids from the Americorp. They were all between the ages of 19 and 23 and when they asked how old I was one of the boys literally let his mouth drop open. “You’re 32?!” he exclaimed.

“Yeah, I know right?” I replied. “I’ve got one foot in the grave.”

“No! It’s just that I thought you were one of the college helpers.”

I almost kissed him, but I resisted. Instead I asked if I could adopt him. Then it got awkward. *sigh*

I was interview by the 2nd City Comedy Troup film team who were working with Sears to capture some of the events of the weekend. It was very awkward. I didn’t know if I was supposed to be funny or serious. I felt like Ricky Bobby. I don’t know what to do with my hands. Good times.

Chris Grundy of HGTV’s DiY, blogger Greta, Hotty Mc-hot-erson Carter Oosterhouse, and me. 🙂

One of Brad Pitt’s cool looking homes in the lower 9th. But no Brad Pitt. I know, right?!

Finally, I leave you with a compilation of clips that I took the night that I explored Frenchmen Street with two of the other bloggers. I harkened back to my college days and stayed out until 2:00 am. It was awesome. I’m totally paying for it today, though. The music in New Orleans is everything you hear. It’s amazing. Enjoy…

Filed Under: Blogging, Life Tagged With: Brad Pitt, Carter Oosterhouse, Katrina five years later, Make It Right, New Orleans

…but I always remember to brush my teeth

August 25, 2010 by Kelli

When Lee and I were first married, I lived the good life as a freelance writer/gymnastics coach. I realized early on that the typical 9-5 job wasn’t for me. It cramped my style.

Such a Prima Donna…

So I got a sweet job coaching gymnastics at the top gym in the nation, where I didn’t have to go to work until 3:00 in the afternoon and I spent my mornings ghostwriting and editing books, writing corporate newletters and walking the mall that was .2 miles from our Frisco, Texas apartment.

That was the good life. I miss that life some days (read: many days).

One of the more productive ways I filled my time was meeting every Tuesday morning with an amazing group of women from our church. Most of them were stay at home moms, save for one other woman (my dearest of friends) who had no children like me but worked as an actress so she also had a flexible schedule.

I’ll never forget one Tuesday morning as we all began our time of study and Allison, a new mom, threw open the door, her hair all askew, her eyes wide, her clothes wrinkled and a look of total bewilderment on her face.

“Getting out of the house with a baby is hard!” she exclaimed. You had to know Allison to understand how sweet and cute this moment was. We all laughed and I shook my head, totally not getting it. I mean, how hard is it to get a shower and change your clothes, right?

Fast forward three years when I myself became that wide-eyed, bewildered new mom. I would wake up each morning resolved to be cool and smooth and put together, and inevitably by 10:00am I could still be found in my wrinkled pajamas (which, of course, weren’t really pajamas but rather the clothes I had been wearing for the past several days because who had time to change her clothes on a daily basis?), my hair knotted and gnarled in tufts around my head, my eyes bloodshot and red and my bladder full because I couldn’t figure out when I was supposed to go to the bathroom.

You know…first baby syndrome.

Was I supposed to put him down and let him scream just so I could pee? But then it would take all that time and effort to get him calmed back down and God forbid the kid wants to nurse again because there’s a good chance that certain necessary parts of my chest might literally fall off if he nurses one more time…

And so I stood and bounced for hours on end. Not because he needed to be bounced, but because I needed to pee and because it kept me from thinking about the grungy state of my appearance.

It took a few weeks for me to snap out of that daze. It took some time for me to figure out that it was indeed okay to put the child down for moderate stretches of time. Good Lord, when I figured out that I could put him in the bouncy seat for 2.4 minutes of quiet and jump in the shower, I became a different woman.

One with hygiene.

Within a few months, we had settled into a nice little schedule of two solid naps a day, which allotted me all the time I wanted to make myself presentable. Glory day! Until child number two entered the picture. Then, gasp! There were two of them. If I got the baby to sleep, I still had the two year old to contend with. I don’t think I showered for a month.

But again, thanks in part to Tia being a freak of nature and sleeping roughly 19 hours a day for the first six months of her life, we eased well into a schedule that allowed me to at least pull a brush through the nest on my head and run a toothbrush over the fuzz on my teeth.

Enter kid number three.

I gave up on showers all together. Because when you shower, crazy things happen, like kids cutting each other’s hair, or small children taking a Sharpie to the walls, or any number of unimaginable craziness that can happen in the few minutes I leave them unattended.

So if you run into me in public and I look…questionable…just nod your head, smile and take heart in the fact that I always brush my teeth.

Almost always, anyways…

Filed Under: Family, funny stuff that happens, Gross, Life, Motherhood Tagged With: craziness of motherhood, finding time to take care of mom, mommy is crazy, Motherhood

The one where I want to be cool

August 24, 2010 by Kelli

So I’m leaving in two days for New Orleans and I’m starting to have a small panic attack.

Whatever for?! You may ask.

I’ll tell you what for. It’s not just because I have to interview CEO’s and CFO’s and Presidents of large corporations, including Sears (although I am nervous about that, but I’m pretending I’m not because if I think about it too long, my hands start to shake). It’s not because I might get to hob nob with influential public figures or meet other fantastically talented writers, because chances are I won’t actually be hob nobbing with much, although I like to pretend that when it’s all said and done I’m going to be BFF’s forever with all sorts of artsy creative folks.

Oh no. I am nervous because I don’t know how to pack. I don’t know what to wear. This is serious stuff, folks. I have to look cool and put together. What do I wear when I’m in a position of working as a volunteer while simultaneously being listed as part of the Press Corps?

I have literally googled the phrase photos of Extreme Makeover Home Edition to see what the ladies on that show wear when they’re working. I’m that desperate for ideas. Pitiful, yes?

I have dug through my wardrobe and have questioned all manner of clothing and have come to the conclusion that I could really benefit from a stylist. Darn Hollywood stars who set the fashion bar so high…

I need functional cute clothes for working and casual cool clothes for evening events and fun party clothes for going crazy on Bourbon Street.

Just kidding…not that last part. I don’t think I’ll be going to Bourbon Street. Or maybe I will – I dunno, actually. I have to get up at 3:00am on Thursday morning and be ready to go by 4:00 when a car service will pick me up. Upon arriving at my New Orleans hotel, I have an immeditae meet and greet with the PR company putting all this together. So I need to look presentable. Something tells me that I’m not going to up for late night galavanting after a long day of working and travelling.

That and the fact that I’ve never been much of a galavanter, anyway. I’m not even sure if I know how to galavant…

So what are your suggestions? How should I dress for something like this? Literally, my itinerary suggestions casual and cool clothing. Um…I’m not sure what casual cool means or looks like. I’m heading to the mall now in the hopes that there will be some wicked sale racks filled with clothing that screams CASUAL COOL.

Wish me luck…

Filed Under: Blogging, Life, Random Tagged With: Dress for Success, Fifty for Five, Katrina rebuilding, New Orleans, Rebuilding Together

Methinks it’s time

August 23, 2010 by Kelli

A little over seven years ago we installed a crib in a little bedroom in our home. In seven years that crib hasn’t moved. It’s been warmed by three tiny people and has rarely seen it’s sheets stand cold. Sloan stayed in the crib until he was a little over two years old. I was pregnant with Tia and we decided to move him out of the crib a little early, anticipating a long adjustment period to his new, big boy bed.

He never climbed out of bed once. And wouldn’t for many months to come. And I regretted transitioning him so early.

Tia wasn’t two yet when Landon was born and the plan was for her and Landon to share a room with him sleeping in a pack and play and her in the crib. Little did I know that he would be the noisiest sleeper on planet earth and Tia would start climbing out of her crib the second we brought Landon home therefore throwing all of my well laid plan out the window.

We put Tia in a big bed in the hopes of keeping her from breaking her neck as she spilled over the side of her crib each day and, for the most part, she transitioned easily. She never came out of her room, but we would often go in to find her laying between every shoe and toy she owned.

And then there’s Landon… My free spirited child tasted freedom for three weeks this summer when he slept on an air mattress in Florida. I won’t mince words – he was a nightmare. Putting him to bed made having a root canal sound fun. And when we returned home, I gladly plopped his little behind back in his crib and did the happy dance out of his room.

It’s never occurred to him to crawl out. And I’ve threatened the other two with their lives if they show him how.

“I’ll tell Santa and the Easter Bunny if you show him how to climb out and it will be a slow holiday season for you guys…”

But the thing is…*sigh* Here’s the thing. The poor child appears to be ready to transition to a big kid bed. Sleeping has been a bit of an issue in the couple of weeks since we’ve been back from vacation. He is scared in his room (we’re going to buy a night light today) and is waking up through the night and, in general, seems to be restless.

And suddenly the idea of taking the crib down has caused panic of massive proportions in my heart. So much so that I’ve wondered if we should go ahead and have another baby just so I don’t have to take down the crib.

That’s just crazy talk…

So we are slowly, but surely, plodding toward the task of disassembling the crib. I’ve already warned Lee that I’ll probably blubber inconsolably, then I’ll need a stiff drink (or five) to get through the process. We likely won’t pull the trigger on this until the end of next month because with Lee and I going out of town for ten days, I would feel terrible leaving our parents with the task of getting that child to stay in bed at night. It would be cruel and unusual punishment for them, and I won’t do it. No I won’t. I’m not gonna do it. I’m not taking that crib apart!

Plus, I’m (clearly) just not ready. I’m not ready to say good bye to babydom and I’m not ready to deal with the mischevious little fox that is my third child.

I will survive this milestone, right?

Filed Under: Family, Kids, Landon, Life, Motherhood Tagged With: kids and bedtime, mommy is crazy, Motherhood, taking down a baby crib, transition to a big kid bed

A blogworthy path

August 19, 2010 by Kelli

When I started this blogging thing a few years ago, I had no idea what blogging really was. And I didn’t get it. It seemed like a terrible waste of time (and it sometimes can be) and I didn’t see how it could be interesting at all for someone to read about my life. I mean, my life isn’t much to brag about.

Then Tia ate Landon’s umbilical cord.

I realized right then that I was going to need some support in this motherhood thing because if I didn’t have people to laugh with I might cry, or you know…vomit.

As I delved deeper into the world of blogging, I somehow found myself a part of a blogger’s guild, where I got to know some wonderful people, like Dana, creator of Mamalogues and radio talk show host extraordinaire. Or Gregg, who is hysterical and fun and has a multitalented family. Or Melody and Lisa who would ultimately become my partners in the joint venture that is STL Family Life. And many other wonderful and interesting people along the way.

Most recently I’ve joined forces with the St. Louis Women in Media group to develop more of a community among St. Louis women in all aspects of media, be it traditional or online social media. There is so much to learn and there are so many interesting people to meet! I love it.

It’s been a fun journey, this blogging thing, and I feel like I can finally call this my job, if you want to call it that. I’m sitting here in my pajamas with a cup of hot tea, so you know…

I confess that sometimes I have a hard time taking seriously the notion of blogging as a career. But I’m not really a blogger so much as a writer who has found a voice in the online world. I’m okay with that. Because it lets me develop my craft in my pajamas with a cup of hot tea.

Right on.

Blogging has given me a confidence in my writing that I didn’t have a few years ago. The people I work with are so encouraging and so quick to build others up, and it’s been an honor to work alongside them. Blogging has also afforded me some fun opportunities. From book editing to public speaking on writing to free swag that comes in the mail, like chocolate. Sometimes my job can be yummy.

Last week, I was contacted by Janice from 5 Minutes for Mom where I do a bit of contributing. The subject of the message said, “Do you want to go to new orleans?” Fast forward to this week when I received my itnerary in the mail for an all expenses paid trip to New Orleans next weekend where I will take part in a Katrina rebulding commemorative project alongside hundreds of volunteers, celebrities (pleasebebradpitt, pleasebebradpitt, pleasebebradpitt), and families who are still in need of help and repairs. The project is being head up by Rebuilding Together and Fifty for Five and their aim is to repair and renew fifty homes in five days in the Gentilly neighborhood of New Orleans.

Honestly, I have no idea what to expect. I am extremely excited and equally nervous, mostly because I have no idea what to expect. But I look forward to a new opportunity and to stretching my wings a bit. For those who know me well you know that being alone in a crowd of people I don’t know and being expected to talk, conduct interviews, take photos and essentially make my presence known is scary for me. We’re talking so far outside my comfort zone it might as well be a different planet.

Lucky for me I’m good at faking it and pretending I’m comfortable.

That’s what she said, that’s what she said!

Sorry, couldn’t resist.

So inappropriate.

So that’s what’s happening next week. I leave in the middle of the night on Thursday (actually it’s a 6:00 am flight, which is practically the middle of the night) and I will be back on Saturday night late. I am really, really excited and honored to take part in this event and to be able to use my skills in writing to document it. This little hobby of mine is providing great life experiences while still allowing me to pour time and energy into my family, which is my first passion. I’m feeling immensely blessed.

Now I just have to figure out what to wear.

Oy.