Braving Mamahood

Have you ever walked into your messy room and wanted to just throw everything out and be able to breathe again? Yes, I know the feeling. When I moved back from college I found that my bed was the only place in my room where stuff wasn't piled high and for about 1.56 days I left it that way. But I cannot - cannot - get anything done in the rest of my life if my room is going crazy. Is that weird how one room's condition can effect the rest of my thoughts and my mood? The other night I was watching some good 'ole INSP with my Dad and Paula White was on there with an insanely good metaphor. She discussed how the word "Clutter" comes from the same root word as "Clot". As you can see, a blot clot keeps out the blood flow. Something as simple as a tiny clot in one vein can withhold life-giving nutrients from the rest of the body . For all of you who were extremely grossed out by that description...I totally understand (ask me about my relationship with needles...

Happy summer to my fellow free men out there, and to those of you still in school - it will be over soon...but for now we will dance around you in our freedom, possibly pointing and laughing at your AP exams and final projects. This summer marks something remarkable in my life - a HUGE chunk of time that is mostly unplanned and ghostly unknown. It's weird. I'm not sure I'll be a fan of this summer. But you know what's cool? When you have so much time that you're not strangling to yourself, God is able to put some amazing adventures in your facebook photo albums. This blog for instance, is birthed out of time that I got to spend with my mom's side of the family this past weekend. After reliving my childhood with a good game of kickball, I went on a backyard adventure with my two younger girl cousins. The younger of the two is about 18 months so I still had to help her out when climbing up stairs and be near her to keep her balance. Here's is the coolness th...