Thursday, May 26, 2016


When I run, I see water. I don't know why I do. I just see water. Ahead of me, coming toward me relentlessly. Filling the space before me. Very predictably, every time I run, I see it. (Maybe because I wish I would turn into Jesus Christ and walk on top of it.. skip this mess all together). Or maybe it's my brain trying to make me think of anything OTHER than the hills, the pavement, the rocks, the treadmill.. Whatever the reason, there that dang water is. 

Less predictably, is how it chooses to come at me. Often it is rushing toward me. An angry, strong current... here it comes. The front of the current is white, rolling and pushing with a steady stream of clear water, flooding my path. An easy current sometimes, but still rushing forth, against me. Other times, it's flowing with me. Like I am a part of that water. Easy. Floating. Streaming. Lying there as it takes me forward with it. This is when running is easy. Like my feet aren't even hitting the hard ground. And my breathing is nice. In and out. In and out. I could run forever. I feel strong on these days. Ten feet tall and bulletproof. It doesn't happen like that often, but sometimes. 

Perhaps even more odd, the days when I struggle against the strongest of currents, when I'm not sure I can push through it, my times of the run are the best. By a considerable amount. Maybe because when I see it coming, I armor myself. I am ready. I don't like it. But nonetheless, I push harder Determined to make it. Inside my head I cuss. I cry. I cry out to anyone who can help me get through it. As you can imagine, I dread that water I'm going to see when I lace up my shoes. I hate it. I've come to realize however, that that water is just an obstacle. It's some obstacle that someone or something is telling me that I cannot beat. But I go on and beat it anyway. Because I KNOW that I can. 

Guys. We are all facing a current. It can sweep you off your feet, it can fight you and you can fight back, or it can carry you along with very little effort from you. We all need those days too. But guess what? We will end up in the same place. The finish line. It's just harder on some days to get there. In phases of life. But it's obtainable. You can do it. Scream out for help. Whatever it is you have to do, keep going. you'll be on the other side. You'll beat whatever/whomever is placing obstacles in front of you. And on those days when you see water rushing at you with a force so strong it seems you'll never make it... you will beat it. On those days, the triumphs will seem greater. Because you worked harder. Because you were stronger. And you had FAITH. And grit. And you will feel amazing. Because you are amazing. 

Speaking of amazing. And water, and cleansing, and Jesus Christ... :) (This is my segue into the important part of this post people)... ;)  

Our beautiful, strong, Jesus loving, middle daughter was baptized not too long ago. A decision she made herself to be washed in the water. Her daddy baptized her and it was easily one of the most emotional moments of my life. I love him. I love her. We are so proud. And there was that water again. A symbol when she came up out of there that she is a believer and that the Lord has her total trust. She's armoring herself. She's ready. And I know, inevitably, our sweet Gracie Cate will face many strong currents. In her precious little life there will be things thrown at her that will seem like a flood. But I also know this. With her faith and guidance from above, that water won't intimidate her. She's got God on her side. It's a beautiful thing. Her baptism is a beautiful thing. I have pictures for you, of course. I hope you like them. 

Until next time... keep pushing through those currents. I believe in you. MUAH!!!!

Monday, August 24, 2015

Just. Like. That.

And just like that, they are off. Off to make choices of their own. Off to experience things, all kinds of things. Some bad, some good. All things we cannot control. They are not under our noses today. They will not be under our watchful eye as we send them off to class. They will encounter sweet friends, they will encounter bullies, perhaps. Make lifelong buddies and meet people who will teach them how NOT to be. Maybe make a decision we would rather them not make. But we won't know. Because it is their time. It is their world to enter without us holding their little hand. They will also prosper and grow. And become strong. They will develop personality and morals and form into the human beings that will always seem like our baby. But they aren't babies. They are our children slowly growing up. Except it doesn't seem so slow, does it? And I don't care who you are, my friends, it is scary. 

These are the same little tiny people that we held in our arms while they took their first little breaths.. The same little wrinkly faced newborns that had you wildly in love and wildly scared all at the same time. I don't know about you, but I never really thought at that time about them being so big and dragging that big backpack into that building. Going to school. Being away ALL DAY. Making their own way. But they are. And guess what? They are going to be good at it. 

Let me tell you something... because I am going somewhere with this.. promise ;) Childhood slips by so quickly. You better put down that phone and talk to these kids. Listen to them. Go in that teenager's room even when they roll their eyes and get tired of your questions. They will appreciate the love some day. Also know this. They are smart. They are beautiful. They are courageous and brave and infinitely able of all things. You have done and continue to do a FABULOUS job. They will undoubtedly put into action all of the things we have told them. They will hear that little voice in the back of their minds.. your voice. My voice. God's voice. Guiding them. Protecting them. So as they go and wander into that big building... Trust them. And trust God. Then love on them when they get home. Listen to their stories. Create a soft place for them to land.   

Because, friends, just like that... they are off. 

Friday, December 5, 2014

Trampoline Park, Take 2

Well, my friends.. 5 days into December, anyone need a laugh? 

I stumbled upon this old article I had written for and decided it needed a re-visit to the blog. For one, because I don't have time to sit and write a new article and two, because it sounds so much like how I look and feel during my new exercise class I have reluctantly begun. 

A little something called PiYo. 

Scary name, right? Well, talk about scary... You should see all 6 feet of me trying to form my frame into those cray cray positions. HA! That will be my next article, friends. One not to miss. In all fairness, the class is TOTALLY awesome and is showing me all kinds of results. This instructor, however is female this time. So I don't care near as much what my hair looks like during class as I did in the article below. Ha!  And let me tell you, she is a little ball of fire that will whip you into shape faster than you can say PiYo. 

I am saving all of the hilarious moments for the article, so, until then... Enjoy an old "laugh at Maxi" post. It's okay if you laugh at me. People do it all the time. Including my fellow PiYo peeps that are unlucky enough to stand by me. Just so you're laughing.... Laughter is good for the soul!!

Confessions From The Trampoline Park

Today marked my second trampoline boot camp class. And let me tell you something... This junk is not at all easy. I was SO excited the first time I went! I couldn’t wait! I was breaking my treadmill, weights, crunches routine! Wahoo! I walked in, put my water bottle down, found my little trampoline space and started bouncing with a smile on my face like those around me. La di da, la di da... jump, jump, jump... I had no idea what I was in for. 

Then, the best part about the whole darn thing came waltzing in. The instructor. Oh yeah. The young, hot, built to perfection, tall, blonde instructor. We shall call him McHotness. Dude is a fitness model. Okay? I all of a sudden became very aware of  what I looked like. During the warm up, I wondered why does the instructor have to be so darn cute and I look like a flailing flamingo. Arms and legs everywhere, I tell you. Everywhere. I kept up during this phase, and even kept my smile, though I was sucking wind and could not speak. I twisted and did knee tucks with the best of them.  McHotness announced we were 20 minutes in and we could get some water. Thank the Lord. 20 minutes? It had only been 20 minutes? What the?

Second phase. Here we go. This part of the workout starts to get intense. It didn’t help that every time I looked up front, what coordination I may have had, went straight out the window. Goodness gracious, I even jumped into the mat three times and sprained my ankle. Maybe I should take up cooking classes instead of this mess, but I’m afraid the instructor will not be this cute. Onward I jump and squat and mountain climb. All the while, looking ridiculous. Not to mention the sweat soaking through all of my clothing. Nike DriFit my arse! “Get some water,” he bellowed. Hallelujah.

Third phase. Broken ankle and all, here we go again. I’m starting to loathe McHotness. Up there all bossy and un-sweaty. Telling us to “keep it low,” “quit walking,” “I said RUN in place!” Whatever, Man. We can’t even breathe. I kept going nonetheless. Yes, I fell once. Yes, I smell like a horse by now. Yes, I jumped in someone else’s “space.” But that’s okay. I didn’t like her anyway. She must have been a cheerleader or something, and she was making the rest of us look bad. Her toe touches were too high. I’m glad I jumped on her. Still, model man kept on. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore and was about to throw my sweaty towel at him,  it was time to do crunches. At least you get to lie down during this part. Geez. I had decided McHotness would now be McMeanness.

I hobbled out that first day after class, sweat soaked and mad at the instructor. It took me 28 minutes to tie my shoes and walk to my car. That’s the shape this class left me in. I decided I needed a hamburger.  I deserved it after all. And guess what?  I went back for more today, believe it or not. McHotness was back in action. Who quickly became McMeanness during phase two. Cheerleader girl was there also, all smiley and jumping right next to me. This time I even stayed on my own trampoline and only crashed once. Come join me next time, we can laugh at each other. If we can can catch our breath enough to laugh.... 

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Even Harder

Well good Lord! Has it really been three whole months since I have written? 

I have no idea what has kept me from it. Seriously. I don't. I do not have any excuses you guys. Aside from the summer traveling, the back to school mess, sports, teenagers, and every day craziness that all of you know and love... I can only blame me. I will do better.  I DO have approximately 22 started blog posts saved in my "draft" column. Obviously, I finished exactly none of those bad boys.  

Until I do...

I finally threw some pictures on the computer recently... And I have no words of wisdom today or poetic thoughts... Just some average photographs of a SUPER cute extraordinary boy. Our little baseball stud. Enjoy the pics... More to come this week.. Maybe some kind of wonderful, meaningful words.. For now check out one of things that mean the world to my husband and me... 

Oh, and just a little shot of wisdom... Take complete advantage of the time you spend with your forevers.. Have fun at their baseball games. Take in that awesome feeling you get when you watch the man you love coach them. Smile at that. Smile at them. Love it. And LOVE them even harder.  Until next time, my friends, MUAH!

Saturday, June 28, 2014

Not Just another Pretty face..

FOUR of them.

Hi guys.. Been a while! Geesh! I've been busy watching soccer. And keeping kids busy. And doing summer stuff. With four children. And keeping kids busy. And playing golf with my husband. :) And running to and fro basketball camps... Wrapping up basketball season for the bigs. And keeping kids busy... I'll tell you what, June has disappeared before my very eyeballs. 

How about you? 

I've started roughly 13 blog posts that I never finished.. BUT, I did manage to snag a few shots of our bigs and littles! All in the same day! For real. That does not happen often. Enjoy. We love these stinkers. A whole big bunch. 

Images in our little make shift studio (aka mom and dad's room)... canon mark III, 85mm/1.8

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

It's All A Blur.

Check it out..

If the last theme was easy (my life), because life is everywhere... You can take a shot of anything and call it life. insert a P.S. here: I mean to say that the theme was fairly easy, not my life. It's wonderful and beautiful and messy and perfect and imperfect all at the same time and I would never change it, but easy is not the first adjective I would use to describe anyone's life. It's just not. But I love mine. This I know. Hard parts, easy parts and everything in between. All of those parts make up a beautiful whole that is ours. And no one else's. 

Whoop, I got off topic. (shocker)... back to the subject, jack. 

If the last theme was easy, this week it is not. It has given me a stomach ache. It is "Blur". I am kind of one of those people who need a concrete theme to build on, okay? Blur can just mean way too many things.  So my mind jumps from thing to thing until I throw my hands in the air and put my camera back in the bag. Ha! Kind of like when my list of things to do is too long so I do none of it and hide that list under some papers. ;)

Blur. Hmmmm. My brain goes to the figurative... Like a photograph of our daughters or son and how their little lives are going by so fast that it is a blur. Then I go all literal and think of a blurry photograph. Nothing in focus. Here lies my delimma. Do I figuratively or literally portray blur?

I'm pretty certain you guys could care less about all that and just wish to see some pictures. I'll get to it! Here is what my camera was led to today. I will post all of my blur images throughout the rest of the week. I'm not even going to think about it anymore and just snap away at everything. LOL. Get your camera off of the shelf, people. Go find something blurry. :)