Growing up, I ate my share of Fast Food. McDonald’s chicken nugget Happy Meal was one of my favorites. I loved dipping the nuggets and fries into the Sweet and Sour Sauce. Yum!
Then, in high school Chemistry class, I remember my teacher showing us what fries were really made of. It grossed me out so much that I avoided fries for a very long time. Eventually, the intensity of that experiment wore off and I was back to the fries.
In college, it wasn’t uncommon for my suite mates and I to travel to Steak N’ Shake in our p.j.’s for a yummy Hand Dipped Milkshake! And then when I became pregnant, McDonald’s french fries and a chocolate milkshake was one of my favorite snacks.
For the month of October, I am joining other bloggers and taking the Fast Food Challenge. To learn more about the challenge, head on over to I’M A LAZY MOM and join in!
This past weekend, I traveled back home to Florida for my friend’s wedding.
I was so anxious about leaving Baby C. In fact, the last time I had left her for more than a day, she ended up in the hospital. Leaving her began to trigger unwanted memories. So I prayed and asked God to bring me a peace of mind. Besides, she would be in the loving hands of her daddy and grandma.
So while I was away at the wedding, Baby C enjoyed hiking with her Grandma!
“That I may proclaim with the voice of thanksgiving, and tell all Your wondrous works . . .” Psalm 26:7
Most of the time, I pray to the Jesus, asking him for favors. He is generous and always provides . . . in His time. It’s so important to remember to thank God for the many blessings He faithfully gives.
Thank you, Lord:
1. For my new nephew.
2. For your healing power over my grandma who continues to battle cancer.
I thought for sure Baby C would be a Mama’s Girl. Or maybe I just hoped she would be. Just like I was when I was a little girl. My husband teases me that I am still a Mama’s Girl. He’s so right. But Baby C, she is totally a Daddy’s Girl.
First of all, she talks about him all day long. Da Da this and Da Da that. LOL! And when he comes home from work, she is captivated by him, following his every move. Her smile is as big as can be as she watches him. She thinks her Daddy is pretty fun too. She loves to be flipped upside down with him and smiles so much bigger when he pushes her in the swing.
I’m a little jealous of Daddy, but I know she loves me too!
“And whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him.” Colossians 3:17
God has blessed my family with so many blessings and I am ready to thank Him for all He has done and continues to do for us.
1. I am thankful that God continues to provide for our family.
2. I am thankful for answered prayers.
3. I am thankful for Fall.
4. I am thankful for my family. Even though they are far away, we get to talk on the phone, email each other encouragement, and even video chat.
5. I am thankful for God helping me to make the right choices.
6. I am thankful that God continues to show us ways to save.
7. I am thankful for our new church.
8. I am thankful that I continue to grow and learn each day.
9. I am thankful for Baby C’s painless teething process.
10. And I can’t thank God enough for our Sweet Tiny Blessing.
Football season has begun and it has always been a big part of my family growing up. I have so many great memories. So I thought I would join in with Oh Amanda this week and her Top Ten Tuesday to share my favorite memories.
1. Cheerleading for the Venice Vikings as a little girl.
2. Playing football with my family in the yard.
3. Growing up watching and cheering on my brother and cousin as they played football from elementary school to college.
4. My mom’s famous football dip. Mmm!
5. My brother teaching me football plays the night before middle school P.E. class.
6. My dad taking my brother’s and I out on Sundays. Wherever we went, the game was playing on the car radio. And whatever restaurant we chose to eat at, it had to have the game on tv.
7. The neighbors’ cheers and curses for their favorite team.
My baby girl is 9 months old today! And oh my, she is growing way too fast. Her little personality is really starting to shine. She laughs harder and smiles brighter then ever before.
She loves playing Pat-a-cake and Peek-a-boo! And the only way I can get her to lay still on the changing table as I change her diaper, is to sing her the ABC’s. (Definitely a teacher’s daughter.) She loves to play with my hair. Maybe she’ll be a hair stylist like her Grandma.
Her new foods this month are peas, chicken, carrots, yogurt and wheat.
She is cruising and crawling along well. And now she has learned to pull herself up. Her latest feat is climbing the stairs. Look at this girl go!
Baby C, you never cease to amaze me! You grow smarter and funnier everyday! I love you cutie pie!
I was in my junior year of college when I heard about the planes crashing into the twin towers. I was interning at an elementary school. At the time, I didn’t realize it was a terrorist attack. Driving back to my dorm, after school, is when I realized it was more than just random plane crashes.
I began to cry as I listened to the details of the attack on the radio. I wondered and worried about my brother, who lived just outside the city, but worked in NYC in productions. Later on that day, I found out that my brother was, in fact, safe.
When the first plane hit, my brother was watching it on tv at his college. He too, thought it was a random plane. He left to get on the train to head downtown to work. Before he got on the train, his girlfriend at the time, called and told him there was more. He returned home to watch the second plane crash.
I recently asked my brother if he was scared. He replied, “I wasn’t scared knowing that Jesus, Mary and Joseph were walking next to me.”
After giving birth to Baby C, I dropped my weight pretty quickly. In fact, I weighed less then before I was pregnant. (I guess I can give that E. Coli Infection a nice, big thank you). But my body shape changed dramatically. Nothing fit the same anymore. I was uncomfortable in my old jeans and often wore workout clothes (even though I wasn’t working out much). Though I weighed less, I still was a bit overweight for my height and age.
About a month and a half ago, I joined Weight Watchers. I have started eating healthier and moving a little bit more. The weight started slowly coming off. I wished it would come off faster, but then I heard someone say, “When the weight comes off slow, those are the pounds that will stay off. But when you lose it fast, it usually ends up coming back.” So I’m good with it coming off slowly.
Then a couple of weeks ago, I gained weight. It wasn’t much, just . 4 pounds. But I was so upset. That . 4 was in the wrong direction. And I knew exactly where that . 4 came from. It was the stupid salad I ate. Yeah, you would think salad would be healthy. Then I looked up the points and the salad dressing was worth more points then my WEEKLY allowance! I was so frustrated. And I kept dwelling on it.
I soon remembered to pray. Why would I pray about losing weight? Well, why wouldn’t I pray about losing weight? I pray about everything else. I didn’t ask God to magically make the weight come off. I asked him to help me make the right food and exercise choices. And I asked him to help me move past that . 4 of a pound. And when I weighed in the next week, I lost another pound!
I’m now less then a pound away from my halfway goal. I feel so much healthier and able to keep up with Baby C!