Beauty-Filled Wordless(ish) Wednesday

Beauty-Filled Wordless(ish) Wednesday

I went in to the office today to take some pictures. I was struck by how bright the blooming plants were in contrast to the dreary, gray day we’re having here in Atlanta.


You can also check out Gardeners Helping Gardeners to see what’s going on at the nursery these days!

SOC Sunday: Turn Turn Turn!

SOC Sunday: Turn Turn Turn!

Today’s Stream of Consciousness prompt from Fadra is deep. It was prompted by a session at Blissdom. And if I’m being honest, I’ll say that I’m extremely jealous of everyone who has been at Blissdom this weekend. I VOW right here and now that I will be going next year.

From a session, Fadra’s prompt was born.

Today’s (Optional) Writing Prompt: Define the season of your life at this very moment.

Five minutes on the clock — and go!

“To every thing (turn, turn, turn)
there is a season (turn, turn, turn)
and a time to every purpose under heaven.”
~~The Byrds


If I had to define the season of life that I’m in, in 5 minutes or less, I would say that I’m in a purgatory of sorts.

I still feel like I’m 25. Though my face and body tell me otherwise.

In my brain, I feel like I should be like I was “before” — before I knew that life was short and babies died. When everything was fun and exciting. When everybody was always happy and nobody hurt.

In my heart, I feel worn out and used. I’ve birthed new life and held death. I’ve been held by others and I’ve held others in their darkest moments. My heart longs to be 25 again — to match how old my brain thinks I should be.

In my marriage, we are in the comfortable season. We don’t go out partying or make any grand plans. We parent, enjoy life, continue loving each other and realize that our love has carried us through some very hard times. Those hard times claim (depending on the study) 70-90% of marriages within 10 years of losing a child. We are in the minority. We appreciate that.

I’m sure the calendar shows that I’m in the “middle-aged” season of life. I’m 36. Jason will be 45 in 2 weeks. We are fully middle-aged.

Like The Byrds, and The Bible, tell us: To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven.


This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it? Here are the rules…

  • Set a timer and write for 5 minutes.
  • Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. No proofreading or spellchecking. This is writing in the raw.
  • Publish it somewhere. Anywhere. The back door to your blog if you want. But make it accessible.
  • Add the Stream of Consciousness Sunday badge to your post. (on Fadra’s sidebar)
  • Link up your post on her post.
  • Visit your fellow bloggers and show some love.


#FineChinaFriday and Last Week’s Recap

#FineChinaFriday and Last Week’s Recap


Last week’s #FineChinaFriday was great fun! We had so many fun participants who showed off how they celebrated with their finest dishes.

If you’re still unaware of what this is, check out the original post about #FineChinaFriday.

I promised a post on how to find pieces of china at great prices for those who don’t have any but want to participate. I’m shooting to have that done tomorrow.

But today I just wanted to share some highlights from last week:

Did you see the picture with a TON of pieces of china being dried?

That’s my friend Karen. She had 16 children (ages 4-10) over for a valentine’s day tea party and was inspired to actually break out her grandmother’s china. AND NOT A PIECE WAS BROKEN!!

She wins the awesome award for the week. Which is really just knowing that she’s awesome because I have nothing to offer!

The celebrity award goes to Kim Kardashian who tweeted about her dinner. Thanks to Heather for pointing out that Kim, in fact, participated in #FineChinaFriday. I choose to think she actually knew about it instead of thinking that she eats like that every day. Whatever!

Join us today.

I want to know about it, though.

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Time To Revamp The Calendar

Time To Revamp The Calendar

I’m not real sure how to go about starting a world-wide movement to revamp the whole seasons calendar, but I think it’s time.

Since Mother Nature went and hit menopause, things have just not fallen nicely into the neat little packages they used to. You know, where Spring was Spring and Winter was Winter. And let’s not forget Fall and Summer. They did what they were supposed to.

But not anymore. Mother Nature got her prescription to be bitchy and now it’s a big ole craps shoot as to which season you’re going to get on any given day.

Take for example, this Winter. Tornadoes in January? No freezing days in weeks. Bleh!

The entire country laughed out loud when that Groundhog said 6 more weeks of winter. The country collectively said, “What Winter? Has Winter even started?”

Seriously. Twitter blew up with people from all over — Georgia, Texas, California, Minnesota, Upstate NY, and even that crazy area above us, CANADA — asking where the hell Winter is.

It’s 70 here in Georgia today. That? That is crap, man. Our low tonight is what our average high should be — 58.

Not cool, Mother Nature. Not cool.

Here’s what I want to propose.

  • Seasons should be determined by the states. Give power back to the states (hear that Congress?). Georgia’s seasons obviously need to be different from Wisconsin’s.
  • Consider moving to a 3 season calendar instead of 4 since 12 is still equally divisible by 3.
  • Think about using the wisdom that Phineas and Ferb have imparted to most of us moms out there. MAKE SWINTER A SEASON. Spring + Winter = sheer brilliance. Then we could have Sprummer (Spring/Summer) and Summerall (Summer/Fall). Three seasons right there.

So let’s say we’re in Georgia (because I am).

Here’s how the calendar should look.

Swinter = December, January, February

Sprummer = March, April, May

Summerall = June, July, August, September, October, November

Or, we could go to a two-season plan and have it look like this.

Fawintering = 3 weeks in December and January

Summer = The other 49 weeks

The second option is probably the best for Georgia.

What would revamping of the calendar look like for where you live?



When The Anthoines Visit The Georgia Coast…

When The Anthoines Visit The Georgia Coast…

… bad things happen.

Jason and I have spent a lot of time on the Georgia coast, namely St. Simons Island and Sea Island.

We love it so much there we even got married there! (Look at me, I’m such a BABY!)

We’ve celebrated anniversaries, stayed for Georgia/Florida games, even spent a week at Sea Island the week after Charlie was buried in the most blinding pain and heartache ever.

Times there have been both happy and sad.

But when we’re there? Bad things tend to happen to other people.

In fact, it got to the point where we would make sure that my dad didn’t fly his place while we were on vacation or my sister’s family didn’t travel while we were at St. Simons. They laughed, but I’m SURE we saved their lives 1000 times over.

Think I’m kidding? Read on.

It all started way back when I was a nanny on St. Simons. It was the year of the 1996 Olympics in Atlanta. I had a chance to go to the Olympics with the family I nannied for, but opted to stay back and hang out on the Island. I had had a very funny feeling in my gut all along about the Olympics and felt like I’d be safer at the beach than there. My gut was right. Eric Robert Rudolph decided Atlanta’s Olympics would be a great place to set off a freaking pipe bomb.

That same summer, while I was in St. Simons, TWA Flight 800 exploded and crashed over the Atlantic Ocean. On the plane was a young woman my age (20 — at the time) from Macon who went to a rival high school. It was heartbreaking for a million reasons. I think that was the first time I realized that I was *this close* to being an adult and that things like this would start to impact my life and potentially impact people I know.

During our wedding week in 1998, the fastest woman alive, Florence Griffith-Joyner died at age 38 from epilepsy.

We were vacationing in St. Simons, at the Queen’s Court, in July of 1999 when John F. Kennedy, Jr and his wife Carolyn and her sister were killed when his Piper Saratoga crashed off Martha’s Vineyard.

Later that year, on Halloween weekend, we would tempt fate by going back to St. Simons for the Georgia/Florida game. PARTY TIME, Y’ALL! Well, until EgyptAir Flight 990 crashed. Families of 217 people were forever changed that day when the plane crashed off of Nantucket Sound.

Believe me now? Seriously, we’re trouble.

There’s more!

In August of 2001, R&B singer Aaliyah, whose songs I cannot name, died in a plane crash coming back to the US from The Bahamas. At 22 years old, a very bright and talented young woman was killed along with 8 other passengers.

The trip to St. Simons was an interesting one in April of 2002. It was like the trifecta, y’all.

  1. Our first pregnancy was conceived. (I would find out on June 13 that there was no heartbeat)
  2. Lisa “Left Eye” Lopes died in a car accident in Honduras. At age 30, after being part of the awesome TLC and making waves by setting fire to Andre Rison’s shoes and burning down their mansion that they bought with their bazillion dollars, Left Eye went out in a crash in (of all things) a Mitsubishi. I mean, it would sound better if it was a Lamborghini or Ferrari, right? Anyway, sad days for the CrazySexyCool fans of Left Eye.
  3. My Grandaddy died. I remember where I was sitting on the beach at Sea Island when my phone rang. I knew it was coming and my mom didn’t even have to say anything when I answered. I had told him before we left (Jason was speaking at a conference) that I loved him and that it was ok for him to go before I came back. Put the whole Left Eye thing in perspective, huh?

We know there have been other crazy things that have happened but it’s been a while since we’ve doomed anyone by being at the Georgia Coast.

Until Jason went camping with some guys last weekend at Sapelo Island. Dang if Whitney Houston didn’t up and die while he was there. I texted him to tell him and the only thing he said was, “Well, I AM at the coast, so somebody had to die.”

The moral of this story I’m telling you today is this:

Don’t fly or drive or leave the bed when the Anthoine Family is at St. Simons, Sea Island or anywhere near the Georgia coastline. Your life could be in danger.


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