Wanna say a big thank you to my sister, Sarah, from Debt Dumpers Anonymous for this guest post.... I couldn't have said it better!
Having had so much family time this week, I have been reminded of a few things.
I’ll start this off by saying, I have been watching A LOT of reality television lately.
AAAAAAAAAA LOT.
And I’m finding a theme….
A theme that oddly enough is coming closer and closer to hitting my corner of the world.
Let me start by introducing you to someone…
This is my grandma.
Oops. Sorry. This is my grandma.
Despite my little confusion, She's pretty much our Queen Mother.
She rules the roost around here.
She raised my mom.
Oops. Sorry. Obviously, I'm easily confused today.
This is my mom.
But in reality, Caroline Manzo is pretty much my mother's personality twin.
If you have ever indulged in RH of NJ, which I'm am not admitting or denying, you'll hear Mrs. Manzo say, "It's family. You just do it."
Sure she says it while in the midst of a lot of New Jersey style turmoil and heartache and obvious family conflict….
But it sooooo reminds me of something my mom would say.
Actually, I'd like to have a dollar for every time my mother has said those words or something eerily similar.
My Nanny & my mother both have the same goals in life.
1. Please the Lord.
2. Put their families first.
That's it. No other bucket list that I know of.
No make a million and retire to some luxurious home in the South of France.
No climb Mount Everest or see the Sistine Chapel.
None of that.
They would both be entirely happy going to their graves with nothing more than the knowledge that they pleased their Lord and they put their family first.
My Nanny has sacrificed time, possessions, and finances – among other things – for one purpose: HER FAMILY.
Lucky for me, she instilled those same values in her daughter, and my mother has tried to teach her children those same things.
Family first. Period.
Having come from that kind of background, it’s so easy to forget that not everyone was raised that way. You wouldn’t believe how many people I have watched allow the pettiest of things to get in the way of family relationships. I have seen families torn apart by things that should be no more an issue than a fly on the wall.
My sister and I have this saying, when watching this kind of poor behavior unfold (especially New Jersey style) , “Well, they weren't raised by Nanny…" – because not everyone has grown up with the awareness that family comes first. Not everyone is raised to have a conscience that would not allow anyone, much less their own family, to hurt when it is within their power to fix it.
Truthfully, I can't say that either of us as good as Mom or our Queen Nanny, but selfishness…egotism…sheer ignorance of the feelings of others is literally foreign to us.
Yes, Friends go a notch down.
Wants get shifted to the side.
Life gets rearranged, because family comes first.
In the world we grew up in, family is not disposable.
You only get one.
If you ruin your relationship with them, you don't get another one.
My nanny and my mother have kept their family together in the midst of heartbreak, turmoil, suffering, and pain by keeping the important things first.
And I realize now how lucky I have been to have been taught these amazing principles.
And in 30 years when my children are grown, I hope that they too understand the importance of family.
That they too understand that the feelings of people around them are important.
That they understand that selfishness has no place in family or friendships.
That Jesus comes first…
And family comes next….
Because when the dust settles, those are the only ones you can really count on.
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
My Dustbunnies are Bigger than Yours
So, a friend and I were having a discussion about messy houses...
More or less, I was whining about how messy my house is.
I know.
Be shocked.
Me? Whining?
Unheard of!
But I have a reason to whine about it, I promise I do.
I don't know if you heard or not, but I am having visitors today.
A houseful of them.
And my house is so messy.
You may have also heard about the men in my life.
Specifically, this one.
And this one.
And we dare not forget this one.
They are some messy, messy men.
Loveable.
Cuddly.
Adorable.
But very, very messy.
This one likes to lead me on treasure hunts for the matches to his socks.
This one likes to watch me pull pieces of corn out of my hair.
He laughs.
Loudly.
Like Santa at Christmas.
Because he likes to throw things.
And food, or in this case - corn, is a thing.
We are working on this....
And this one...
This one likes to HIDE food.
And track in leaves.
And grass.
And I won't even talk about his ability shed hair in every corner of my home.
I mean, for real.
Does he go over in the corners and brush his hair with one of those fuzz-inducing brushes and then pick the hair out of it and throw it in the corner?
Otherwise, how does it get there?
And how does it get so ginormous?
But then there's me...
Let's just say that I'm the neat one....
Which is really so sad....
Because look at what kind of example I am setting with my frizzy hair and glasses....
But let's face it, I just don't have the time or energy to chase down socks, pick up every single kernel of corn, and sweep the corners every single day.
Because I am still busy just trying to get my bed made, my dishwasher emptied, and my silverware sorted.
Sound familiar? Or am I the only one?
Please say I'm not the only one....
More or less, I was whining about how messy my house is.
I know.
Be shocked.
Me? Whining?
Unheard of!
But I have a reason to whine about it, I promise I do.
I don't know if you heard or not, but I am having visitors today.
A houseful of them.
And my house is so messy.
You may have also heard about the men in my life.
Specifically, this one.
And this one.
And we dare not forget this one.
They are some messy, messy men.
Loveable.
Cuddly.
Adorable.
But very, very messy.
This one likes to lead me on treasure hunts for the matches to his socks.
This one likes to watch me pull pieces of corn out of my hair.
He laughs.
Loudly.
Like Santa at Christmas.
Because he likes to throw things.
And food, or in this case - corn, is a thing.
We are working on this....
And this one...
This one likes to HIDE food.
And track in leaves.
And grass.
And I won't even talk about his ability shed hair in every corner of my home.
I mean, for real.
Does he go over in the corners and brush his hair with one of those fuzz-inducing brushes and then pick the hair out of it and throw it in the corner?
Otherwise, how does it get there?
And how does it get so ginormous?
But then there's me...
Let's just say that I'm the neat one....
Which is really so sad....
Because look at what kind of example I am setting with my frizzy hair and glasses....
But let's face it, I just don't have the time or energy to chase down socks, pick up every single kernel of corn, and sweep the corners every single day.
Because I am still busy just trying to get my bed made, my dishwasher emptied, and my silverware sorted.
Sound familiar? Or am I the only one?
Please say I'm not the only one....
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Monday, June 27, 2011
We Was Happy Because We Was Together.
Can you even believe that it's Monday again?
I know I can't.
My weekend was quite the blur of reading, cleaning, and laundry-doing.
You see, my brother is getting married next Saturday.
And tomorrow, my entire family will be making the first leg of their trip to the wedding by driving to my house.
After which, we will all continue the journey.
Together.
All 11 hours of it.
With 4 kids under the age of 4 years old.
I still am not sure what we were thinking when we planned this trip.
Except perhaps the old adage that my Grandma Wright* would say in almost every story of her childhood.
"We was happy cause we was together."
Perhaps we think that no matter the chaos or the car sickness or the crying baby(ies), we will be happy because we are together.
What does this mean for you?
Probably nothing.
But POSSIBLY long excerpts of crazy, car-sick Leah posts sent from my iPad - so they will be photo-less.
Be excited.
It's gonna be a fun week!
*Remember my Grandma Wright?
I know I can't.
My weekend was quite the blur of reading, cleaning, and laundry-doing.
You see, my brother is getting married next Saturday.
And tomorrow, my entire family will be making the first leg of their trip to the wedding by driving to my house.
After which, we will all continue the journey.
Together.
All 11 hours of it.
With 4 kids under the age of 4 years old.
I still am not sure what we were thinking when we planned this trip.
Except perhaps the old adage that my Grandma Wright* would say in almost every story of her childhood.
"We was happy cause we was together."
Perhaps we think that no matter the chaos or the car sickness or the crying baby(ies), we will be happy because we are together.
What does this mean for you?
Probably nothing.
But POSSIBLY long excerpts of crazy, car-sick Leah posts sent from my iPad - so they will be photo-less.
Be excited.
It's gonna be a fun week!
*Remember my Grandma Wright?
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Complaint Department
Friday, June 24, 2011
Weekly Weigh-In # 28
Well, look at this!
2 weeks in a row, I am admitting the woes of my weight loss battle!
But alas, I don't have a picture for you.
Just a reticent memory from a dark corner of my mind that at 6:30 really shouldn't have still been a dark corner.
Someone overslept....
So the big number?
139.2
Up from last week's weigh in.
But that's still less than 2 weeks ago...
Is it frustrating to be up?
Yes!
But is it normal?
For me.
Absolutely.
With the big wedding and a lovely - very skinny bridesmaid's dress a week away - I will be working hard to keep any extra poundage off!
Wish me luck!
2 weeks in a row, I am admitting the woes of my weight loss battle!
But alas, I don't have a picture for you.
Just a reticent memory from a dark corner of my mind that at 6:30 really shouldn't have still been a dark corner.
Someone overslept....
So the big number?
139.2
Up from last week's weigh in.
But that's still less than 2 weeks ago...
Is it frustrating to be up?
Yes!
But is it normal?
For me.
Absolutely.
With the big wedding and a lovely - very skinny bridesmaid's dress a week away - I will be working hard to keep any extra poundage off!
Wish me luck!
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Weekly Weigh-in
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Helpful How To: Keeping It Between the Lines.
Be excited.
I have an actual HHT for you today!
I know.
It's all I can do to contain my excitement.
I am practically bouncing out of my chair!
I revealed it this weekend on Facebook, so forgive me if you've already seen it....
If you haven't, you'll be wishing you had.
Because it's total life changing stuff.
If you have been reading for a while, you may remember seeing that I purchased a rug for my kitchen back in April.
Along with some other amazingly cheap stuff that I found at my favorite store.
And if you are too lazy to click any of those links, here's the rug.
In it's original form.
CHEAP.
So vanilla.
So bland.
So in need of SOMETHING.
Enter Emily's amazing template that she brilliantly used on her walls.
LOVE.
If my husband wouldn't KILL me I would so do the same thing....
But since he clearly would....
I opted for something more simple.
I printed off her template, grabbed a sharpie and got to work.
Yes.
Let's all "oo" and "ah" about how amazing I look without makeup in my tube top and with all the frizzy hair.
It's glam that puts Britney Spears to shame, I know.
The key to using a tiny little stencil like this is to keep it straight. It was easier for me since I had the lines of the bamboo to keep me straight.
But for another project, I'd have totally pencilled in a straight line for my guide.
And to make it really complicated, level the space between the lines, I lined up the stencil with the old lines and used the ends as spacer's then adjusted my stencil to that arean before outlining.
It sounds much more complicated than it is, I promise.
Less than 2 hours ofwork artistic flair later....
I had this.
By no means am I going to pretend like this project is amazing.
Or finished.
But it's a great starting point.
Eventually, I would like to paint it.
Like Jen over at Tatertots and Jello did with hers.
But as it's taken me almost 3 months just to find the time to stencil in the pattern, I have absolutely ZERO grand illusions of me getting this done any time soon.
In the meantime, what do you think?
Love?
Hate?
Think it's stupid?
Or brilliant?
I mean seriously, a $19 rug and a sharpie for a touch of glam?
I'll be sharing this one over at Amanda's Weekend Bloggy Reading Linkup Party.

You should join me!
I have an actual HHT for you today!
I know.
It's all I can do to contain my excitement.
I am practically bouncing out of my chair!
I revealed it this weekend on Facebook, so forgive me if you've already seen it....
If you haven't, you'll be wishing you had.
Because it's total life changing stuff.
If you have been reading for a while, you may remember seeing that I purchased a rug for my kitchen back in April.
Along with some other amazingly cheap stuff that I found at my favorite store.
And if you are too lazy to click any of those links, here's the rug.
In it's original form.
CHEAP.
So vanilla.
So bland.
So in need of SOMETHING.
Enter Emily's amazing template that she brilliantly used on her walls.
LOVE.
If my husband wouldn't KILL me I would so do the same thing....
But since he clearly would....
I opted for something more simple.
I printed off her template, grabbed a sharpie and got to work.
Yes.
Let's all "oo" and "ah" about how amazing I look without makeup in my tube top and with all the frizzy hair.
It's glam that puts Britney Spears to shame, I know.
The key to using a tiny little stencil like this is to keep it straight. It was easier for me since I had the lines of the bamboo to keep me straight.
But for another project, I'd have totally pencilled in a straight line for my guide.
And to make it really complicated, level the space between the lines, I lined up the stencil with the old lines and used the ends as spacer's then adjusted my stencil to that arean before outlining.
It sounds much more complicated than it is, I promise.
Less than 2 hours of
I had this.
By no means am I going to pretend like this project is amazing.
Or finished.
But it's a great starting point.
Eventually, I would like to paint it.
Like Jen over at Tatertots and Jello did with hers.
But as it's taken me almost 3 months just to find the time to stencil in the pattern, I have absolutely ZERO grand illusions of me getting this done any time soon.
In the meantime, what do you think?
Love?
Hate?
Think it's stupid?
Or brilliant?
I mean seriously, a $19 rug and a sharpie for a touch of glam?
I'll be sharing this one over at Amanda's Weekend Bloggy Reading Linkup Party.

You should join me!
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Helpful How-To
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
You Should Know
I have an amazing Helpful How-To for you today.
But...
Blogger's being a royal pain in my royal patoot.
So until they reconnect me with the ability to upload pictures, my helpful how-to won't be so helpful.
In the meantime, let's discuss my amazing skills at Words With Friends.
Which has recently turned into an I-don't-care-who's-winning-I-just-want-a-word situation.
If I have vowels I don't have consonants.
If I have consonants, I don't have high point ones.
And if I have high point ones, I have no vowels to pair them with.
And by the time I have high point consonants AND vowels to pair with them, there is no longer any space left on the board for me to play them.
Dumb words with friends.
At this rate, it's amazing if I get a word over 20 points.
Much less anything higher.
While I am bragging/complaining, I should probably make reference to the fact I am a saint.
Like a legit saint.
Last week one of my worthy WWF opponents totally trumped (should that be capitalized? Like Donald Trump? I do not understand chess terms....is that in fact a chess term? I am so clueless....) me extremely early on in the game with a 120 point word.
While I was still struggling to get consonants.
ANY consonants.
And rather than resigning...
I played the game.
And lost by about 253 points.
And then made sure to chat *that person* up about my worthiness as an opponent for not caving.
Yeah. I am pretty amazingly humble at times.
Also, if that didn't prove my saint hood....
Yesterday, I came home to find that my husband did not shut Little Man's bedroom door before leaving for work yesterday morning.
Which doesn't sound like a big deal, right?
Until you realize that my dog likes to eat diapers.
Especially poop diapers.
And I came home to find no less than 3-4 poop diapers shredded into a million pieces and engrained into Little Man's rug.
And I had to clean it up.
While managing to not puke.
While managing to keep an 18 month old from playing in it.
While managing to not kill ANYONE.
And Techy still got to sleep on his pillow last night.
Sainthood.
I have arrived.
You know with the exception of humility....
But...
Blogger's being a royal pain in my royal patoot.
So until they reconnect me with the ability to upload pictures, my helpful how-to won't be so helpful.
In the meantime, let's discuss my amazing skills at Words With Friends.
Which has recently turned into an I-don't-care-who's-winning-I-just-want-a-word situation.
If I have vowels I don't have consonants.
If I have consonants, I don't have high point ones.
And if I have high point ones, I have no vowels to pair them with.
And by the time I have high point consonants AND vowels to pair with them, there is no longer any space left on the board for me to play them.
Dumb words with friends.
At this rate, it's amazing if I get a word over 20 points.
Much less anything higher.
While I am bragging/complaining, I should probably make reference to the fact I am a saint.
Like a legit saint.
Last week one of my worthy WWF opponents totally trumped (should that be capitalized? Like Donald Trump? I do not understand chess terms....is that in fact a chess term? I am so clueless....) me extremely early on in the game with a 120 point word.
While I was still struggling to get consonants.
ANY consonants.
And rather than resigning...
I played the game.
And lost by about 253 points.
And then made sure to chat *that person* up about my worthiness as an opponent for not caving.
Yeah. I am pretty amazingly humble at times.
Also, if that didn't prove my saint hood....
Yesterday, I came home to find that my husband did not shut Little Man's bedroom door before leaving for work yesterday morning.
Which doesn't sound like a big deal, right?
Until you realize that my dog likes to eat diapers.
Especially poop diapers.
And I came home to find no less than 3-4 poop diapers shredded into a million pieces and engrained into Little Man's rug.
And I had to clean it up.
While managing to not puke.
While managing to keep an 18 month old from playing in it.
While managing to not kill ANYONE.
And Techy still got to sleep on his pillow last night.
Sainthood.
I have arrived.
You know with the exception of humility....
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Complaint Department
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Accidental Friendships
It's so funny how life is.
Especially life nowadays.
I would say that over the last year, I have gained more friends than any other season of my life.
Let me start by saying that I am very lucky to have amazing family members, who just happen to be some of my bestest friends ever.
My sister.
My cousins.
My mom.
All amazing.
All excellent friends.
But then there are some of you guys.
You know who you are.
People who I don't get to see every day.
Some of you I haven't seen for weeks, months, or years.
But who, through the beauty of modern technology, I have been able to keep up with.
To stay in contact with.
To watch you plan or to help you plan your weddings.
To watch your babies and grandbabies grow.
To help you decide which color to paint your kitchen cabinets.
To tell you all about the woes of self-waxing and help you decide if you are brave enough to try it.
To make fun ofyour our ridiculous obsession with Katniss Everdeen.
Not to mention a certain vampire....
And to just love you.
And I just wanna say thanks for that!
But seriously, would it kill 2 of you to click that follow button at the right hand side of the screen? I mean, I have been sitting at 48 followers for weeks and I am way overdue for 50....
Just saying.
Especially life nowadays.
I would say that over the last year, I have gained more friends than any other season of my life.
Let me start by saying that I am very lucky to have amazing family members, who just happen to be some of my bestest friends ever.
My sister.
My cousins.
My mom.
All amazing.
All excellent friends.
But then there are some of you guys.
You know who you are.
People who I don't get to see every day.
Some of you I haven't seen for weeks, months, or years.
But who, through the beauty of modern technology, I have been able to keep up with.
To stay in contact with.
To watch you plan or to help you plan your weddings.
To watch your babies and grandbabies grow.
To help you decide which color to paint your kitchen cabinets.
To tell you all about the woes of self-waxing and help you decide if you are brave enough to try it.
To make fun of
Not to mention a certain vampire....
And to just love you.
And I just wanna say thanks for that!
But seriously, would it kill 2 of you to click that follow button at the right hand side of the screen? I mean, I have been sitting at 48 followers for weeks and I am way overdue for 50....
Just saying.
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