And, We’re cooking…

My Man was out of town for a few days this week. Which worked out to the benefit of all. I was fighting a nasty cold (read: coughing all night long; trying to catch up on sleep during the day) and I always feel sorry for him because under the best of circumstances, I’m a toss and turner all night long. Throw in the seal bark and things get a little tense around Smith Abbey.

A distinct benefit for My Girl and I this week is that we have been eating all of the yummy things we love, but the boys do not. I cleaned out the fridge and roasted a ton of veggies that we ate all week. Mr. Hater-of-all-things-Squash-and-Sprouts really missed out. We roasted up butternut squash, spaghetti squash, broccoli and Brussels sprouts. My Girl is actually bringing home dinner tonight and I can’t wait to see what we will be having.

Future son #3 “snuck” into the house and announced, “INTRUDER ALERT! YOU ARE ALL DEAD!”. We have dogs…they didn’t even whimper. #hesabadman

CMA Awards…haven’t watched them in years and I am loving them. It has taken me awhile, but when I hear, “JT” I no longer think of James Taylor. #70’s/80’s child. Crazy that the audience went crazy when Justin Timberlake came out on stage and started singing. It’s “country”, after all.

Have I mentioned that we are a music-inclined family? We ALWAYS have music playing. No matter what we are doing or where we are going. My Man is a phenom on the drums and also has a wicked harmony going on; all three Smith brats can sing; and a couple of us even play an instrument or two. I just cannot imagine life without tunes.

For the record: Never heard of this guy, Chris Stapleton, and he just won Album of the Year, among other awards. #interesting

Finding that I have missed writing. Thank y’all so much for hanging in there with me.

You are loved by me!


Notes from a Journal.

Psalm 98.

“Sing to the Lord a new song, for He has done marvelous things.”

The other day I was reading Psalm 98 and this verse (Psalm 98:1)…I just couldn’t get past it. I had to dig a little deeper into what it was really saying.

The word, “sing”: to celebrate in song; to praise. “Sing to the Lord a new song…” wasn’t a suggestion; it was a command. Praise the Lord and celebrate.

The word, “done”: in this instance…to show faithfulness. Whatever marvelous things He is doing and has done He has done to show He is faithful. *this is major wow factor for me*

The word, “marvelous”: I love all of the definitions here: to separate; distinguish; wondrous things; miracles; beyond the hands of human powers or expectations.

For me, I forget the marvelous things. I look right past them, most often. And now and then, He stops me in my tracks so that I have to stop and look and notice. The last month or so I am positive He has allowed me to be overloaded with stress and worry and anxiety so that my body would shut down…and I would be forced to notice. My preoccupation with the leaves is a prime example. How calming and peaceful and wondrous the changing colors are. The promise of renewal, come Spring. The imagined finality of Summer.

As we look forward to toward the end of this month, I’ve already started (okay, REstarted) my 1,000 gifts thankful list. For a change, I am not stressed about getting it all done. Planning ahead for Thanksgiving celebrations has me praising: The Wild Boy will be home all week and I plan to encourage (demand) that The Big Boy is around a lot more. Although I have started Christmas shopping, we are going light with gifts this year and will focus more on the time together and the traditions we have as a family.

Praise the Lord a new song, for in His faithfulness, He is doing wondrous miracles, beyond anything I could do or ever imagine.


November 1st fell on a Sunday this year. For someone who always thinks of Fall and the beginning of the Holiday Season as the true beginning of a New Year (like me) this was magical. Maybe it has to do with being raised Episcopalian and the liturgical year begins with Advent?

In any case, the leaves this year were, and really still are, incredible. And the weather, even with the rain (which we need) has been glorious.

For the record, I have yet to play a single Christmas song. I usually begin shopping and playing Christmas tunes in October. I don’t even know who I am anymore.

Which reminds me: pretending just isn’t working for me these days. *nice segue, no?*

Doing things I don’t want to do and pretending that I do. I’m not talking about cleaning toilets and doing laundry. Although those of you who know me/have read my blog these last few years, know that I actually love doing laundry. But don’t tell My Man…for some reason (lack of clean undies maybe) he has taken over the laundry and honestly? I couldn’t be happier.

I’ve really struggled with writing lately. Still trying to find my voice. *insert snort nose laugh here*

I know my voice. I know who I am. I know how I am supposed to write. That whole pretending/fear thing kicks in right about now, however.

So I just stopped writing. I stopped writing here; I stopped writing to people; I stopped writing in my journal. And it has really impacted my attitude about everything and made me even a little more difficult to live with (imagine what that must be like for my people). I don’t have the release of unloading in my writing that I used to have. And, I have yet to get my bum off the sofa and really start getting back into the shape I want to/need to be in for My Girl’s wedding.

Side note: My Man has been Crushing. It. He looks incredibly gorgeous these days. He has dropped 25ish pounds and is really focusing at the gym. Seriously. I lucked out with this guy.

My fibromyalgia has been kicking my butt the last 6 months and I am just now starting to come out of the cycle of that. Even there, I feel like I pretend. Don’t get me wrong…the pain, the fatigue, the inability to function is REAL. The pretend part is…stress and fear contribute to that and I know I have no reason to stress; I have no reason to fear. So why do I? Why do any of us?

Sometime over the next week I will be putting up a book review. Page 1 of the introduction had me hooked. It is a must read if you are wanting to pump up or even just start your prayer life. Lord knows, I need to. See? Not pretending.

And to continue with the no pretending…getting back into writing is so stinkin’ hard, y’all. Just like working out again. Once I get back into it? I will be hooked. But for now…writing and getting out of the bed and to the gym just sucks.

I am sorry you have to suffer through the start up of me writing again, but I appreciate you hanging in there and for all of your encouraging comments and text messages and emails about it.

See you tomorrow for Day 3. But, first: drop me a comment about some of the areas in your life that you feel like you are a pretender.