The Ugly Cry

Tonight I had one of those gross, makeup in your eye, the dog even moves away from you a bit ugly cries. I would like to introduce you to the dirt bag that caused this: Moms' Night Out. I honestly can't even begin to go through everything I felt watching this movie.

It's probably a good time to just lay this out there. Full disclosure: I love basically every movie. You've been warned.

The end of the movie inspired me to get off the couch, make a guilt free glass of chocolate milk, and write my very first blog post on here. Of course I'm making all kinds of mental commitments right now of how to keep this up, how many times I can post, what the H-E-double hockey sticks I'm going to ever even write about... all of that.

But as I was sitting there, watching these over the top mommy moments on the screen, I could not help but visualize my amazing boys and contain the inner freak outs of my friend Jenn saying, "we are creating our kids childhood" and be absolutely overwhelmed by God's hand and goodness in my life.

So instead of going back and trying to give any sort of context to this blog, and definitely breaking every possible writing/blogging rule, I am here to just start writing. To put my thoughts out there {which in itself is hilarious} and make my mark in my kids history. If the internet still exists, maybe they can look back and just know, that even though mommy has many "moments" as the movie puts it, I'm all in. There is nothing but the perfect grace of God that will lead them, and mercifully He is using me along the way.

Ok then.

Just to timestamp some things.

I bought a groupon for yoga with some girls at my work. We get 5 sessions and a smoothie. :) We have gone 2 times and I am hooked. Like. I really want people to think I'm a yogi. Not just because how cool that would be {ok... maybe a lot of that reason...} but also because if I could actually do any of the stuff some yogis were doing in class, I would feel like a freaking ninja and my boys would LOVE it!

Going to the yoga long term however is going to be a problem. It's like $100/month. <insert shocked emoticon face here> !!!!!!! What?! Even more outrageous than the price is the fact that I actually talked to Wes {my husband of 10 years} about trying to figure out a way to do it! Who am I?! Dave Ramsey would not be pleased. They have an unlimited 30 day membership for new members for $30 just to suck you in, make you feel all namaste, and then mountain pose their way into your bank account for $100 a month. sigh. Is there a reason I could come up with that could ever even come close to justifying paying that much money monthly for one person's benefit?? No seriously. I'm really asking. Does anyone have a reason I could use??

ugh.

I'm also trying to "train" for a half marathon. <insert straight lined mouth emoticon here>

I wouldn't necessarily say that I'm a "follower" but basically every action I take seems to scream that. An actual runner friend of mine, Kelli, said that I should do it and we can all run it together and it will be great and magical... blah blah blah... in December. So everytime I see Buddy the Elf with a "18 more Fridays til Christmas" meme I want to eat about 17 warm chocolate chip cookies, turn on Divergent, and take a nap. Considering this morning I barely made it through 2.25 miles and tomorrow I have to run 3 with Jenn, I am ending almost every text to Kelli about running the half by saying "I. Am. So. Scared." I'm even more scared that I'm using the term "half" like I'm such a runner I even have the street cred to call it that. I can't even call Los Angeles "LA" because I've never been there, or Las Vegas "Vegas" because I haven't been there either. Yet I just throw around the name "half" like I'm part of some cool running club that can say those things. sheesh. I better get a t-shirt out of this thing.

At least running outside is free. Dave Ramsey will probably have a little bit more respect for me for that instead of my outlandish (but still very much secretly wanting someone to give me a good reason! hurry!) request to pay for monthly yoga.

And just in case you haven't made this exactly the way she has, the Pioneer Woman's cinnamon toast might be what you need to go make right this very second.

May the words of my mouth and this meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight, Lord, my Rock and my Reedemer. Psalm 19:14.

Lots and lots of love. <insert red heart emoticon here>