Hi, friend! Thanks for stopping by.
I’m a work-in-progress—a mom, wife, friend, cook and baker. Some days I get it right, and some days I don’t. I’m still learning, and I would love for you to join me as I continue to work toward reaching the potential God sees in me.
We’ll talk about food, family, friends and faith. We’ll tackle life issues, both big and small, and speak boldly about the potential God sees in all of us. Let’s feed that potential—as moms, wives, daughters, friends, co-workers and more.
We’ll become better equipped to handle those burning questions:
- When will life get easier with two young kids?
- What’s for dinner?
- Will my family survive my hormonal train wreck?
- How do I raise kids who make Godly decisions (when I can’t even find my way around the Bible)?
- What do I do with myself as my kids get older?
- What’s really in Velveeta? (I have no idea.)
Let’s just hang out and chat for a while. I hope you feel comfortable here. And together, let’s feed the potential in our body, mind and soul.
Get to know me:
- I’m the youngest of two girls, and I live far, far away from my mom and sister. I lost my dad to cancer in 2002.
- I love to create stuff with my hands. I dabble in cupcake decorating (a.k.a. art on a 2” canvas), jewelry making, tile laying, dragon slaying… okay, that last one isn’t true. But whatever creative activity you can think of, I’m sure I love it.
- It took me 30 years to get my bachelor of science degree. (BTdub, that’s proof that baby steps really do pay off!) Sure wish I could apply that same principle to losing weight. Ugh.
- When I was young, my mom found some way to celebrate every holiday, no matter how insignificant. Like the time she baked cupcakes for George Washington’s birthday—cherry (duh) because George chopped down the cherry tree and wouldn’t lie about it.
- I was a tomboy growing up, and so I cried when we found out our No.2 was a girl. That sounds terrible, but women do crazy things when they are super pregnant and hate the color pink. (Does anybody else think of Pepto-Bismol when they see pink? No? Forget I mentioned it.) My daughter continually shows me that she’s so much more than the sum of frilly dresses and matching flip flops.
- I call my hubby Fred Flintstone because he lives in the Stone Age. He doesn’t live in the e-world with the rest of us.
- I work from home, so I wear yoga pants pretty much every day. Makeup is optional. (Confession: Sometimes when I go out, I put on my darkest pair of black boot-cut yoga pants with my favorite Carlos Santana boots and hope no one notices.)
So that’s me.
I hope you will join me!