Entering the Next Chapter

I haven't done a writing prompt from Mama Kat's Workshop, so when I saw that one of the prompts was to tell an embarrassing story I thought I just had to share. Hopefully, this will lift your day as it usually seems to get a good chuckle out of my friends and family. I don't usually embarrass easily, I contribute it to the fact that I am silly and usually like to do weird things. I have also stated that I like to be completely honest with people. There is a kind of freedom that comes with transparency. The day seemed like any other. We had gone to my mother in laws house to pick up Abbie, she was only a couple years old at the time. Any trip to my mother in laws house is not a quick one, and usually I don't mind it. I went and sat on her front porch to "catch some fresh air", which was my code for smoking a cigarette. (I am so glad that I am finally free from that addiction.) As I sat there I noticed how beautiful it was outside. The sun was shining but

Dreams come in so many different shapes and sizes. A couple years ago my daughter Abigaile created a dream of her own, a dream to be a big sister. She was four years old and she was ready to be a big sister. We had tried to explain to her that we might not be able to since I had a lot of health issues at the time and because we had been trying for a few years. Dreams move us to believe when others don't. As we were walking through Walmart, a little onsie had caught her eye. She asked if we could purchase it. I told her that we couldn't afford to purchase it, especially because there would be no little body to fill it. She reached into her little pocket and pulled up a few wrinkled bills, change, candy wrappers, and lint. She looked at me again and said, "Can I buy it for my little brother or sister? I will give my money. That day she bought a onesie. We took it home, folded it up, and put it in a frame. I wrote the words, "Our dream" on the glass and wrote th

All about the modesty look. I don't like having all my junk hanging out. Also, trying to help out my fellow brothers, by not leading them to stumble or sin.  I hate feeling like I need to cover the hubby's eyes when females are dressed provocatively. Many men struggle with lust and we aren't doing them any favors by dressing that way. We can still dress to look cute or sexy, for our spouse, without showing it all.  Mama Kat is my favorite Youtuber and one of my favorite bloggers. I love so many blogs but I enjoy the participation aspect on her site . The writing prompts are always fun and challenging. 

On Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop, there are many writing prompts that are listed each day. One that really spoke to me was as follows:  Write a poem that about a time you felt betrayed. Merriam Webster Dictionary defines "betray" as  to lead astray;  especially  :  seduce  to deliver to an enemy by treachery  to fail or desert especially in time of need Although it may sound a little crazy I feel that I have betrayed myself for several years, through my lack of action towards improving my health and taking control of my weight issue. I lead myself astray by ignoring the issue and by providing junk food. I delivered myself into the devils arms through believing and repeating his lies and by giving into temptations. I also deserted the younger version of myself, when I began to use food as a way to comfort myself. There were plenty of times that I could have taken the time and effort to discover what part of me was hurt

So today's writing prompt included a challenge to do a vlog, a video blog.  The question was " How long have you been married, and which years were the best and hardest?" This Prompt was sponsored by:

Since I was up anyway, I decided to write a prompt from Mama Kat's writer's workshop.. The 6 best things about being an adult... 1. Not having to wait and eat all my dinner before eating my dessert. I once sat with my daughter at the table for dinner and I began to eat my dessert. She told me that I was supposed to wait until after I finished all my food. I said, "No dear, You have to eat dinner first. I did my time." She continued to tell me how unfair life was so I told her, "It ends up fair in the end. When you are grown up and a mommy you can eat dessert while your kids eat their dinners." She was pleased with my explanation.  I had told a friend of mine and she thought it was unfair of me to do this... I had to remind her of all the times the kids eat the lollipops, ice-cream, and other treats while we are left watching them.  2. Messy room... While I try to keep the living room straightened, I say try because it seems to be impossi

Mama Kat's weekly writing prompt exercise... I woke up in the middle of the night with the baby screaming. I couldn't figure out what was wrong with her. When I went to pick her up I realized that she was drenched in sweat. I stumbled around for the light switch so I could see better. Why was she sweating so much? Is she sick? I was obviously still half asleep because it took me a minute to realize that I was dripping with sweat also. Yup, the A/C is still broken. I had hoped that they had fixed it but that is clearly not the case. I ran around the house trying to find things to cool her down. Now that she is back asleep I can't fall asleep. Boo!!  Well at least this gives me time to catch up on my blog. I know how you all just can't go on with your day until you are blessed with my writing ( Sarcasm )... lol.  You know you're a Mom when...  You get songs from Nick Jr. stuck in your head... "It's time to eat.. yeah.. yummy yummy.. time to eat... ye

One of Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop prompts was to s hare a lesson you learned from your Father that still sticks with you to this day. As soon as I saw this I knew exactly what to post. My father used to always quote one particular poem. One year he gave me and siblings picture frames that contained the poem. I kept it on my dresser for years reading it repeatedly, and now I have it displayed in my home.  He told me this combined with one other quote... "Everything's Negotiable."  His words had a great impact on my life. I learned to expect the most out of myself. I expect the most out of jobs. I expect the most out of people. But I think the biggest example of it's impact is with my daughters.  I set the bar high for my daughters. I expect them to work hard, to be obedient, and for them to be self-controlled. They have always exceeded my expectations. Of course, if they don't meet the bar I am still proud of them. I think as a society w