Sometimes & Always

Today I'm linking up with sweet, sweet Megan for Sometimes & Always. Go show her some love, she needs it right now.

Sometimes: I think my crappy immune system is getting better and better.

Always: I'm sick. All the time.

Sometimes: Mr. Husband and I go out and party with our friends like we're young and stupid.

Always: I have a raging hangover the next day and swear I won't do it again. Until the next time...

Sometimes: I can't help but see God in some things

Always: I'm grateful how well He speaks to me, and I praise him for it!

Sometimes: I'll start crying out of nowhere when thinking about the sad times some of my friends are going through right now.

Always: I'm here for them if they need me.

Sometimes: Mr. Husband gives me the side eye when he asks who I'm texting and I say "duh, Mia."

Always: I'm so lucky to meet such great people through blogging. (even if we haven't met in person yet!)

Sometimes: I don't have pictures for posts.

Always: You forgive me, right?

Conversations, singing, and love.

Sunday is one of my favorite days because I get to spend the whole day with the usually MIA Mr. Husband. And this Sunday was no different. After church, we were driving to brunch, and I strongly resisted the urge to remind Mr. Husband "Aren't we supposed to take this exit?"

I was so proud of myself, that I felt the need to tell Mr. Husband that I was proud. At which point he started into his (joking) rant about how much he (sarcasm) loves that. Which brought me to share something else with him,

"Did I ever tell you--" I started.

"That I was your hero? No, you haven't," he interrupted.

Which wasn't at all what I was going to say. But it none-the-less started Mr. Husband into a fist clenching, eyes squinting rendition of Wind Beneath My Wings at the top of his lungs. Over and over.

I shared that I loved the song because my mom and my oldest brother (who once flew helicopters and planes in the Army) danced to the song at his wedding. "By Bette Midler," I said.

"Uhm, no. Bette Midler did not sing that song."

Which, of course, made me to youtube it on my iPhone as we are cruising down the highway (I was shotgun, promise). To which I spat "Ha! Bette Midler." And started playing the song.

And then I started to get all choked up. Because I'm an emotional lunatic. But as I sat there and listened to the lyrics, I couldn't help but tear up because this song is one hundred and ten percent my mother. Not just for my brother on his wedding day, but I think I can safely say for all my siblings. She is the most selfless, caring, understanding and encouraging person I've ever known. And if any of us (all five of us!) turn out to be half the person she is, we'd be pretty darn lucky.

I know everyone thinks they have the greatest moms. And I'm sure your moms are great. I just really want you all to meet mine. Because she's pretty awesome.

Love you, Mom!

xoxo

Frumpy-nista

So, I can't believe I'm actually going to say this. But I think I need to put a pause on buying nail polishes and make up. My usual weaknesses.

Because my closet is full of clothes that are either 1) hand-me-downs. 2) From a thrift store or 3) from late high school/early college.

And I look frumpy. It's embarrassing.

Here's how I'd actually like to dress. And this might be where Mia has to step in...

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I'm a nanny, so it's not likely for me to wear fancy clothes every day. But the baby is getting older (and much less likely to spit up all over me multiple times a day), so it's not totally out of the question to start putting some effort into how I look each day. I'm a very casual person anyway, but that doesn't have to mean I look frumpy, right?

For all you saavy shoppers out there, please feel free to leave comments on tips for shopping sales and/or where to go.

So, this means Mr. Husband has to let me go shopping, right? (And by let me, I totally mean not give me a hard time. Because let's face it, I do what I want ;) )