Thursday, March 26, 2015

14 Truths on her 14th Birthday.

Another birthday in the house. Big Sister is 14.
I'm so excited for her future. This kid is the real deal.

I'm not the mom that cried at kindergarten or cries as my girls get older,
although all these baby teeth pics are killing me.

I do, however, get a sense of urgency.
I am keenly aware that, while I hope to always be a sounding board, my in-house influential days are numbered. I'll never not be their momma, but ya know. There are so many things I want my girls to leave the nest with: good flossing habits, a healthy body image, a solid foundation of the Word, and knowing that their parents are flawed people in pursuit of Jesus. I want them to know how to cook some basic meals and keep a house and make it a  home. I want them to know how to speak up for themselves, to call "Bull" when necessary, to know their worth, and to write notes. I want them to live well and love well, to value people over things.
So many things. So little time.

I have a general rule about making promises to my kids (I don't love it); I like to keep us all flexible, but for such an occasion, I thought I'd list {updated} fourteen promises she can be sure of today, tomorrow, and most days...

1. The more you know the Truth, the more you'll recognize a lie.
Plaster your memory with the Word. 
How can a young person stay on the path of purity? By living according to your Word. 
I will seek you with all my heart; do not let me stray from your commands.
I have hidden your word in my heart that I might not sin against you. 
Psalm 119:9-11

2. The issue that you have the hardest time with today will be the very thing that will bring forth your victory in Jesus.
Your weakness is His strength. It's His specialty. Ask me how I know.
"My grace is sufficient for you, my power is made perfect in weakness."- Jesus
2 Corinthians 12:9

3. You will never regret being classy.

4. You will not immediately understand every decision I make over these next few years.

5. Most of your regrets will be the things you didn't do, rather than the things you did.
Be brave. Cheer for the underdog. Dance. Go for broke. Big risks yield big rewards.

6. Jesus in you will always shine brighter than the lipstick on you.
But, I'm not opposed to lipstick. :)

7. It is possible to love your body and want to improve it.
Be strong, be healthy, and be ready to GO when the Lord calls you!

8. Encouraging others (especially girls) doesn't mean that you are less than,
it means you are strong enough to lift them up.
Be a cheerleader for your people. 

9. The second mile is the best mile.
Go the distance. Even when you don't have to.

Member that time you ran a triathlon!?
10. Your heart will lie to you.
Your gut is usually right. The Word is always right.

11. Confidence is not the same as arrogance.
Confidence is an attractive quality, wear it well.

12. When in doubt, overdress.
Cause, ya know, mud.
13. You can never out love me nor out sin me. 
This is not a challenge. Please don't try.

14. Your best days are coming.
Keep a good pair of shoes handy cause you are going places. 

Happy birthday, Sister. I love you more than strawberries.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

13 Ways Home Improvements Are Nothing Like HGTV

Spoiler alert: Our kitchen is finally finished and we love it.
This was a combination of hired in and DIY.

Let me tell you something, HGTV is not reality. It is nothing like real home improvement or renovation projects. I mean, it's similar in that at the end you may have a new room, but one travels a very different road than those shown on the HGTV.

13.  Not one person wore safety glasses.

12.  Not one of the tile or cabinet guys were "television attractive". 
I'm not saying at all that another human is ugly, but you know what I mean.
No Property Brothers or Paige Davis. Which is probably good,
cause that would have been distracting. 

11.  We wore our work clothes. 
There were no hoop earrings or wearing my good jeans.
I mean, really.

10.   Most of the time, there was no more than two people 
working in my house at the same time.
I did not, at any time, have a team of neighborhood volunteers show up to
demo cabinets or rip out tile. I did have a friend show up and help me clean,
though, and that was life-giving.

9.   None of the couples I've seen on HGTV ever seem like they are 
needing a marriage counselor. 
Listen. Two truths: 
My Spouse & I have a solid, happy marriage. 
There were times in this process that murderous glances were exchanged, words were spit out rather than spoken and there was weeping and gnashing of teeth.  

8.   We are spending 100% of our own money. 
There is no going "over budget". We don't have a sponsor.

7.  Major decisions aren't usually left up to an 11 year-old.
By major decisions, I mean she got the final say on how to
cut the corners of the granite, whether or not we were going to cut off part of
the counter, that sort of thing. Maddy is the real deal about designing and decor and whatnot.
So, when the cabinet or granite guys had a question, sometimes I deferred to her.
When the tile guys wanted to know what pattern we wanted the tiles to lay,
I interrupted Spanish for 5 minutes to ask my 6th grader.
Yay for homeschooling, cause I'm not sure that would have been an excused absence.

6.   Our DIY parts are truly DIY. 
There is no one standing over us guiding us along, giving us expert advice. 
We have to consult Youtube for expert advice. :)

5.   The workers on HGTV show up on time.
Enough said. 

4.   HGTV projects almost always finish on time.

3.   When the project manager and the homeowner disagree, 
the homeowner doesn't usually take a "mental health break" at the beach 
to preserve said project manager's life.
This happened. The fact that I'm not writing this post from a
jail cell proves that the beach break was a good call.
No murder charges for me. Yay!

2.   Most homeowners are not living in the project home.
It's awkward having strange men in your house working all day.
We work in our home, so it was just weird. 
The makeshift school room.
I failed to get a picture of the bookshelf with the toaster oven & microwave on it.
Good times.
1.   Our home improvement project is actual reality.
We did not stage it. The photos below are our ACTUAL
new kitchen that I really want to kiss on the mouth.

This was the original kitchen. 

Cabinet construction.

You haven't lived until you get your jelly from the fridge in the living room.


We have counters! 
This was my only decision I made that I went against Maddy. She chose the backsplash on the left.
She didn't hate the blue, it just wasn't the "safest" choice, so she was leaning toward the neutral.
I took a chance a went with the more coastal looking blue. 
We wanted to do as much of the work ourselves as we could,
and since my Spouse can do anything, he put the backsplash up.
This is pre-grout.
Here it is!
Pretty snazzy.

We went coastal with the napkin rings, too. 

I love the kitchen. Love it. This townhouse is still a work in progress, but we are progressing! 
So far, we've had ceilings retextured & painted, all painting done (every square inch), the kitchen & dining, new blinds throughout...There's more odds & ends, but I can't think of them right now. :) 

The girls' bathroom is nearly finished. I'll get y'all some pics of that when I can. 
For now, I'm enjoying this kitchen!

Thanks for stopping by!

Sunday, August 31, 2014

Moving Stories & the Absurdity of Grace.

Hello, Friends! 
So, remember a few weeks ago, we left Houston bound for our Florida home once again?
Well, we made it. 
We closed on a townhouse in a town we had only ever been to a handful of times, 
starting about 6 weeks ago. Seriously.
We were sold on this cutesy little coastal town and these sunsets:
I mean.
Talk about 'fire in the sky'. 
We are absolutely loving our new town. It is small (population of about 35k), 
and the Main Street ends at the marina. It definitely suits us. 
The Lord is so good to us in the most ridiculous ways. Listen. We have made near 'bout every financial, marital, and life mistake you can think of and the God who painted that sunset let us move here and be salt and light in a place with this SALT AND LIGHT! 
It's the absurdity of grace. 

Moving to this dream-like little community comes with some real 
first world problems and stories.
Actually, it's me.
I come to this little community with first world problems and stories. 
Bless these people. I hope they are ready for this crew.

We bought this place with the intention of getting some updates taken care of as soon as possible. 
It's definitely "outdated" by all home-fashion-decor-whatever-standards. This is so foreign to me. 
I mean, I go in beautifully decorated homes and I love it. I appreciate the work it takes to do it.
I admire it and I'm proud of the owners for making a house a home. 
But, I don't want to do it. I want it done. I just don't want to do it, 
nor do I want to spend what it takes to do the extra things. 
Makes sense, right? *I'm shaking my head at myself*

So, first things to be done are popcorn ceiling removal and painting every single square inch of this place. And I mean every square inch. I don't care to have popcorn ceilings removed, but they had to be painted anyway, so down with the popcorn! We decided to "rough it" on air mattresses until we got this part done. We knew it would be much easier with out the furniture. 
Blessing #EleventyFive is that Spouse's relocation package includes up to 
sixty days of storage for our belongings. 
This is amazing. 
Not too bad, right?
Well, in true Melissa fashion, there was a mishap. The second night of sleeping on the air mattress, somewhere around the midnight hour, Spouse turned over to hear and FEEL "SSSSSSHHHHH" right in the face. I'm guessing I over-inflated our bed? Anyway, the air blowing out of the hole was causing the pup to lose his furry freakin' mind. He was going bazooka bat crazy and 
Spouse and I were cracking up. 
The bed was deflating under us and our tortilla-flat pillows and 
we were cackling uncontrollably. I even snorted. 
Also, girls with ample birthing hips are not made for sleeping on hard floors, kids. 
That mattress was promptly replaced.

Spouse spent last weekend prepping walls and doing as much as he could possibly get done in the house before painters showed up on Tuesday. He also was working as fast as he could, since he had to leave town last week. Awesome. 
So, on Tuesday, when the popcorn was being removed and 
our house looked like this, he never saw it:
Our house looked like a scene from Dexter. Think less blood and more paint and drywall. Also, it smelled like an ashtray. The previous owners smoked, and although the house had been thoroughly rid of the smoke smell, scraping that ceiling down just aggravated it. Yuckafornia.
In the midst of all this crazy, my girls had their first day of homeschool classes.
They handled the chaos like pros. Only Jesus.
Let me explain this. I had to be out of the house each day, all day last week while this work was being done. And, I had to take my dog. It's boiling hot out. There's only so much I can do all day. A friend let me come hang out at her house and do my laundry one day (another blessing from the Lord!). 
I picked the girls up from school that first day and we walked in to this mess:
This was nutty. My kids were talking to me but I couldn't hear them.
All I was hearing was the voice in my head:
My Spouse is in Denver and going to sleep in a comfy bed and we are supposed to sleep in this house!? We can't even breath deeply in here! There is no freakin' way. I'm not wanting to spend a lot of money. Well,  get over it. Get out of here. Just go.

Plus, Spouse was feeling guilty so he insisted on it. *Grin*
We took ourselves down to the awesome hotel at the marina 2 miles
down from my house that has pet-friendly rooms and this right here:
Boom. Two nights right here, kids.
I can't believe I get to live here and I'm not even 65! 
So freakin' cool!

Oh. Check this out. Read this story and stay with me. 

I couldn't get my key to work in my mailbox. My cool neighbor came to help me and he couldn't get it to work, either. The girls and I drove to the post office (which my Spouse thinks should be disband all together) to see if they could help me. 
While waiting in the long line, I heard patrons call the employees by their first names. 
"So good to see you, Frank! Thanks, Jim!" Seriously. 
I'm all giddy cause the town-folk are on a first-name basis with their postal crew!? What!? 
(Our mail person at our other house is less than desirable.) 
Anyway, I watched Frank help two people at a time to keep one guy from having to wait in line unnecessarily. So efficient! Not at all typical of any post office I've ever been in. 
Sorry. No offense, y'all. 
So, this lady came out and said, "Does anybody need help with forwarding or pick up 
or anything that is NOT mailing a package?" Hey! Yes! That's me! I walked up, 
tell her I just moved and showed her my key to my box I can't get in. 
She asked for my address and said she'd be right back. 
When she emerged from the back, she said, "Can you go home?"
I'm confused.
"Yes. I can go home. But, then what?"
Are y'all ready for this?

"I'll meet you over there."
"What?! You're gonna go to my house?"
"Yah, I'll meet you over there in a few minutes. I'll go straight there."

Oh. My.
Do you know what this means!?
People who live at the beach are happy people! 
These are happy, helpful people and I LOVE THEM ALL!

She came to my house in 99° heat with her spray lubricant and some tools and dern if she didn't get my mailbox working properly and retrieved the Big Sister's Apologia Science book! 
Yay for the Coastal Postal Service!
Such absurd grace, I tell you!

Amazing, right?!

Now this. This right here is stressing my junk out.
I want my kitchen to look nice and I want it to be inexpensive. 
Not cheap. Just inexpensive. 
And I don't want it to take too long, either. 
I don't have the attention span to drag this jazz out too long.
And, there's the issue of my not caring enough about it.
My struggle is that I'm trying to be forward-thinking and consider re-sale value and 
long-term cost effectiveness. While being a good steward, I also want to be eternally 
minded and guard against the excess trap, ya know?
So difficult.

So, there's a few scenes from our grace-filled past two weeks.
Popcorn is removed. Rooms are painted. Remodeling bids are in progress.

My Spouse has painted so much since flying back in to town late Friday night. This dude works.
I'm watching him roll walls this very second while parked in a camping chair writing these words. 
He is grace.

I've scheduled the movers to deliver on Tuesday, bless their souls.

You know what y'all should do?! Follow us on Instagram @Spouseisms for more goodness.

You know what else you should do? Tell me your stories of absurd grace?! I know you have some!