Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Bossy Is as Bossy Does - Reposted from ThisIsBossy.com

I am honored to be a guest blogger this week on ThisIsBossy.com.

I know what you're thinking:
Wow, what better website for Cindi to blog on than one about being bossy!
But, seriously....



Wednesday, July 16, 2014

everyday miracles: birthin' babies

In my family, the women tend to be ahead of the curve. We plan things in advance, even for other people (which sometimes gets us into trouble). And we never ever like to be late for anything.

So it should have been no surprise that a baby girl joining this family might choose to preempt her own baby shower by arriving beforehand, like little Miss Bailey Catherine did yesterday: 



Friday, July 11, 2014

everyday miracles: the power of a mother's words

As a writer, I have always known the power of words. But it wasn't until I became a mother that I truly understood the ability of words to transform lives.

Because children listen to their mothers.

Often it doesn't seem like it. When you are a mom, you say a lot of things on any given day. Sometimes you have to say things over and over and over again before anything happens. It seems futile. You wonder if they are even hearing you.

Take, for example, asking your child to complete a chore. It usually starts as a request:

"Honey, please don't forget to put your cereal bowl in the dishwasher."

Then there's the gentle reminder:

"Um, sweetie, you left your bowl on the table again...."

Followed by the passive/aggressive reminder:

"Hello, where are you going? I'm pretty sure I asked you to put your bowl in the dishwasher."

Soon it becomes a clipped, tense mantra:

"You. Table. Bowl. Pick it up pick it up pick it up Pick It Up!"

Followed closely by yelling and The Look:
"IF YOU DON'T PICK UP THAT FRICKIN' BOWL AND PUT IT IN THE DISHWASHER RIGHT NOW YOU ARE GOING TO BE GROUNDED FOR A YEAR AND I AM NOT EVEN KIDDING!"


Thursday, July 03, 2014

coming out of the closet

Well, it finally happened.

Just when it seemed I couldn't be more of a freak than I already was, I went and made myself freakier.

I came out of the closet and crossed to the other side of the fence.

The pantry closet and the farmyard fence, that is.

I am a...(duh duh DUH!)...Vegan.