Wednesday, November 27, 2013

I want to be a writer and thankful ramblings


I love to write! Growing up, I use to sit down with a pen and a notebook and write novels.  In my personal opinion they were pretty good.  Now with a husband, a toddler and 2 large dogs I can’t seem to find the time to even journal.   

I want so bad to be a great writer!  I know it’s in me somewhere. I’ve read somewhere that you just have to write. Don’t think about it and just write. So whoever actually reads this may just have to suffer through my ramblings.  

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving!  One of my favorite holidays, actually now that I think about it, I think all the holidays are my favorite.  But Thanksgiving is just YUMMY.  I’m not too crazy about turkey but oh how I love dressing, dumplings (the southern kind of course) and pumpkin pie.

I know Thanksgiving isn’t just about the food.  For some people it’s the sales on Black Friday, or as it will be this year, Thanksgiving Night.  I personally think it’s disgusting that stores are so greedy that they are taking away from their employee’s family time and making them work tomorrow.  How about the corporate heads come out and work instead of making their employees do it?

I remember working retail and dreading working the day after Thanksgiving but was always happy that we would be closed on Thanksgiving Day.  Wow! How things have changed.

The whole purpose of Thanksgiving is for us to all reflect on what we actually have (not what we want) and be grateful. 

I am very blessed!  I have an amazing, smart and healthy little boy. He brings such joy every day.   Even on the days the terrible twos are showing up.  My husband is wonderful as well!  He is a pleaser. Always trying to make me happy, where some days it is a CHORE! He likes to play Top Chef in the kitchen, some days it’s more like Kitchen Nightmares but he makes awesome chicken parmesan.  He’s also packing up and moving 800 miles away just to make this southern girl smile. God, I love him!

I have a loving extended family that is always there if we need help. Great friends who I will miss terribly and of course my 2 crazy dogs who make me laugh on even the worst of days.  Holley who knows that today is Wednesday and she’s going to have Pizza and Raven who is just deliriously happy and loves peanut butter.

Erika

Monday, November 25, 2013

Answered Prayers.


Sorry to anyone who actually reads my blog. Which as of right now, I think it's no one. I've been a little out of it lately. My world here is slightly crazy.

After 5 and 1/2 years in Jersey Hell, and many, many prayers my little family is finally getting out of here. As of January 1, 2014 we will be Georgia residents. We are a little scared but so excited. Since we moved to NJ I kept saying I was going to get back south but nothing I did seemed to work. I begged and pleaded and pitched many hissy fits but the hubs wasn't budging. Finally, after many nights of very specific prayers The Good Lord finally opened a door for us. My job had an opening in the Atlanta office. I mentioned the opening in passing to Hubs and he quickly (i think without thinking) told me to apply for it. Once I told my office my interest in the position, they quickly jumped on it and had me transferred. As of November 1st I started working for the Atlanta office out of my NJ office.

Panic sunk in!

The Hubs and I took one weekend, flew down to Atlanta, looked at 24, yes 24, houses and found our perfect house. We are in love. We close in 2 weeks and will have 2 more weeks after that before we move. I wish I had thought about this a little more. I would not have chose to move right after Christmas and right before Hubs birthday. Poor guy has never really had a birthday. I mean technically the whole world is celebrating with him on New Years Eve.

There is SO much to do in the 5 weeks I really don't think I have much time to breathe. I hope I remember to. I just have to remember that God brought this miracle to us, He's going to help us get through it. We all just need to TRUST him with everything.




Erika


Friday, August 23, 2013

Tiny hands


Just this morning, as I was getting ready for work, I looked at my dresser and noticed all these teeny, tiny hand prints on the drawers and all I could do was smile.  For those little prints are from all the times you’ve tried to help momma.  I know that I probably should take the furniture polish out and clean them up but then I thought about the fact that soon your hands won’t be this tiny and sweet.  I know that in a few short years those little hands are going to be big enough to catch a football or baseball and too big for momma to hold.  I get sad just thinking that one day, even if it seems so far away, that you will be too old for momma to ask for sugar and you probably won’t even want momma in the same room with you. So for the time, I’m just going to leave those little hand prints right where they are and just enjoy all the little marks those tiny hands leave for me.
                            
Hand Prints On The Wall
by Anonymous
One day as I was picking
the toys up off the floor,
I noticed a small hand print
on the wall beside the door.

I knew that it was something
that I'd seen most every day,
but this time when I saw it there
I wanted it to stay.

Then tears welled up inside my eyes,
I knew it wouldn't last
for every mother knows
her children grow up way too fast.

Just then I put my chores aside
and held my children tight.
I sang to them sweet lullabies
and rocked into the night.

Sometimes we take for granted,
all those things that seem so small.
Like one of God's great treasures...
A small hand print on the wall


Erika

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

How to be a gentleman Part I

I was leaving Dunkin Donuts and had my hands full.  Coming toward me through the door was a man and his young son; the son may have been about 11.  There was a woman walking behind them and she opened the door.  The man and his son both saw me standing at the door waiting to walk out, but did they do the gentlemanly thing and let me walk out first? NO! The son walked in followed directly behind the father!  This completely burns my biscuit!  Hey Man! If you were unable to open the door at least acknowledge a woman is walking out and pull your son gently away from the door and let her walk out and then let the other woman walk through the door before you two walk in.  The donuts will still be there I promise!

Fathers, raise your sons to be gentleman, for they grow into fathers that raise their sons to do the same.  Teach them to have respect for women. 

·         When a woman is in the elevator with you hold the door open and let her go first. 

·         If a woman is walking behind you and you come to a door, open it and hold it for her. (No don’t walk in first and hold it. Pull the door back and stand behind it until she has walked in.)

·         If you are walking on a sidewalk with a girlfriend or your wife, ALWAYS walk on the outside and make sure she is on the inside away from the cars.  This shows you love her enough to put your life before hers. 

·         Always open car doors for a woman. It’s nice so just do it!

·         While driving (if in separate cars) always stay behind the woman’s car.  This is to make sure she arrives safely at the destination and just in case she gets a flat tire or in my case runs out of gas (this has happened to me more than I can count) you will be there to be her white knight.

 My main concern is that It doesn’t matter if you know her or not. It’s being polite and being polite is what is important.



Erika

Tuesday, August 20, 2013


Ok so here we go again. I've tried this blog thing a bunch of times.  I started this one 2 years ago to document my first pregnancy and my baby boy as he grew, but that didn't really work too well.  I mean who actually has time to change diapers, nurse a newborn, take care of 2 60 pound dogs, a house and husband and take time to keep up with a blog?  Well, now that my Pip is 18 months I'm going to try.  So here's my story...

I can't believe how far we've come. The hubby and I have been together going on 8 1/2 years (that's a record!) Married for almost 5 1/2 years and have the most adorable, smartest well behaved little boy.  

We met in Florida, got married and moved to New Jersey 3 days after the wedding. Now I'm a Southern Belle and it was a HUGE adjustment to move up here, it's a completely different country. I'm mean come on they don't know what tin foil is or a buggy. It has taken me 5 years to adapt and overcome. I've learned to be a little tougher skinned but I have not lost, and refuse to let go of my cute accent.

Ok so anyway on to the purpose of this blog. My Pip! I made a promise that I would NOT have any Northern babies. Well, God has a sense of humor that is for sure.  Our little man was born March 2012 and he is, as I said before, amazing!  If I can't get back to the South then I will do my best to raise my little boy up to be God fearing Southern Gentleman.


Erika