Archive | July, 2013

Love is a Choice.

30 Jul

Here in Minnesota, they recently passed a law allowing Same-Sex Marriage.

Just like everyone else with a brain, I have an opinion about this. It doesn’t really matter what my opinion is. I am married to a man and I like it that way.

I also have 3 kids, and I like that. And I have a dog, and I like that. And I live in Minnesota, and I like that. I don’t smoke, and I like it. I don’t wear mini-skirts and tube tops, revealing all of the skin the law will allow, and I also like this.

Do you like me more, because of these things?

Sometimes I “bend the truth”, or omit pieces of information. This is called lying. Occasionally I wish I had something that someone else has. This is called coveting.

Do you love me less, because of these things?

I’m sure by this point you are utterly confused. What do all of these things have to do with each other?

I have chosen the life I live.I could have made a choice to not get married to Mr. I could have chosen to not have children. But, I didn’t. I could choose to dress more provocatively. But, I don’t. Why? Because I have beliefs and I follow them. I go to church, and there are women with no husbands, and couples with no children, and women wearing *gasp*  tank tops!! I watch rated R movies. I swear on occasion (but don’t tell my parents). I get angry and yell. At church, there are people who refrain from watching anything rated R. And they don’t swear ever. And they remain calm and collected. Although none of these are sins, they are in fact choices. Does my decision to have a family right away and dress “modestly” make me a better Christian than others? Does the refrain from yelling and watching rated R movies make others a better Christian than I am? Absolutely not. We all go to the same church, so our religious beliefs are the same, but even within those boundaries, we make different choices.

Do I love the single women and the childless couples and even the tank top wearers? Yes. I do. Do I love the calm and collected, PG movie-only-watchers, and non-swearing people? Yes. I do. Even though their lives are different than mine. Why? Because love is a choice. I choose to love.

If I only loved people who were just like me, and believed the same things as me, and chose to live the same way as me, I wouldn’t even love my husband. Or my kids. I would only love me.

No matter what the sin, I choose to love. Why? Because I, too, am a sinner. My sin may be different than yours, but it is still a sin. Does that mean that I think it’s ok that you stole a candy bar from the store? No. But, I love despite that.

I am called to love. Not to judge. The Bible says, “You who has no sin, cast the first stone.” I will not cast the first stone, because my own sin is weighing me down to the point that I am not sure I could lift the measly little rock. I will not throw the second, third or one-thousandth stone, either. Because it is not my job to judge.

There is a wedding coming up that has caused much controversy among my friends and family. You see, it is a lesbian couple that the wedding is for. *gasp* I know that’s what a lot of you are thinking right now. “Lesbians… getting married?!?! WHAT?!” Get over it. If you have never gone to a wedding where either of the participants were sinners, feel free to weigh in in the “Comments”.

I will be attending this wedding.

Because I love the women who are being wed.

I don’t agree with everything they choose, but I love them.

And in the end, that’s what matters.

I have my beliefs, and you have yours.

They are choosing their life, and I chose mine. And I choose to love.

I choose to love the thieves, liars, adulterers, covets, the hypocrites, and the lesbians.

Same-sex marriage is a choice. Traditional marriage is a choice. LOVE is a choice.


Happy Birthday, Grandma!!

16 Jul

Yesterday, July 15, was my mother-in-law’s birthday. She turned 30. 😉

I didn’t have a chance to post yesterday, with Mr.’s softball game last night. So, here is our tribute to “Grandma”.

Hope you had a wonderful day!

My Perfect Age

12 Jul

I just wanted to be 24 years old.

I wanted to have lots of kids.

I wanted a puppy.

And I wanted to cook dinner every night.

I wanted to be a wife, wanted to be a mom.

All of these things would comprise my perfect life.

I am a wife and mother.

I cook dinner (almost) every night.

I have a puppy and 3 kids.

I am 24 years old.

I am tired and worn out, exhausted and a little crazy.

This. This is my perfect life.


As inspired by Mama Kat. What can you say in 12 lines?

“We Can’t Stop”…. But we should.

11 Jul

You know when you are driving down the road and there is a car accident, and you know you should keep on driving and mind your own business, but for some reason you just can’t pull your eyes away from the scene? That was me and this video.

Watch as I react to Miley Cyrus’ new video, “We Can’t Stop”.

There were gold grills (not the cooking kind, either), booty slapping, finger chopping, teddy bears sewn on shirts. It was a disaster.

If you don’t have time to watch the video, here are a few screenshots to give you an idea of what I went through.

Miley Snap 1 Miley Snap 4Miley 3

It really was awful.

Have you seen the actual video? If not, you can watch it here.

If you haven’t seen it yet, record your reaction and put a link in the comments! Also, link up with Mama Kat, so everyone can join in the fun!

What do you think? Miley win or fail? Creative or just weird? I think my reaction video says it all.

Where Do We Go From Here?

10 Jul

When I first decided to start blogging, I dreamed of writing beautiful posts that inspired thousands of women. 

I would write things like, “This is only a season, and it, too, will pass….” and mothers in distress would weep and say, “It is just a season! I will survive!”

But, the more I blog, or at least try to blog, the less of that I feel. I don’t feel inspired. And when you don’t feel inspired, you can’t inspire. At least not very well. 

What I feel is exhausted and frustrated. How many times do I need to say, “You are not allowed to play in the kitchen,” before it sinks in? I’m at number 483 for today and they still aren’t getting it!

Or, how many times will there be rushing to the bedside with a bucket because, “I drank my milk too fast…”? I mean, seriously. How difficult are these things?!

I feel like i just keep repeating myself… over, and over, and over, and over, and over……

These types of things are not inspiring. They are annoying.

Therefore, I will be changing the direction of my blog. I will be posting the same content that I had originally planned, however, it will be wearing different clothing. Instead of a graceful ballerina leotard and tu-tu with beautiful slippers adorned with satin laces, this blog will be wearing more of an afro, mismatched outfit, giant green shoes and a squeaky red nose. 

Thank you for sticking with me as these changes occur!




Confessions of a Mommyholic

2 Jul

Maybe I showered today, maybe I didn’t.

Maybe I fed my kids oatmeal cookies for breakfast, maybe I didn’t.

Maybe I haven’t shaved my legs yet this year, maybe I have.

You will never know.

Unless of course you watch my new vlog series:

Confessions of a Mommyholic: Completely True & Never Exaggerated Confessions of a Stay-at-Home Mom

You know you want to.

Do it.