My Mom Is The Bomb


See what I did there, with the rhyming post title? I figured I can be a little cheesy/clever in honor of my mom’s birthday. One great thing about my mom’s birthday being just six days before Christmas is that I’ve always been around to celebrate with her! Unlike most years when mom makes her own birthday dinner, we went to Dan and Melissa‘s house to celebrate this year. A great time was had by all!

I hardly know where to start as far as saying how/why my mom is the bomb, so here’s five reasons:

  1. 99.9% of the time she is supernice (yes I just quoted Jenna Marbles there). But it’s true! My mom is super thoughtful and compassionate, always caring for the feelings of others.
  2. She’s the best shopper out there. My mom and I have spent so much quality time together in boutiques and malls.
  3. She is a hard worker; she’s self-motivated and determined. She gets tons of food and housework organized for holiday parties, she always has the yard looking good and she scrubs the floor without complaining.
  4. She has her priorities straight. By example, she taught me to take care of nice things but that materialism isn’t anything to stress about- I’m so thankful my mom never yelled at me for chipping a dish, and for never freaking out about lost/stolen stuff.
  5. She loves life. I’m thankful to see my parents thriving in this empty nest stage of life. My mom has the house decorated all cute for Christmas, she’s always down to play a game, she still appreciates a good frappuccino or making a stop for frozen yogurt…basically she’s really fun and I love her for it.

Of course there is nothing exhaustive about this list, and I can confidently say these five items do not do justice to the awesomeness of my mom. But basically she’s the bomb and I love her!

ImageThree pictures, from 1993ish, 1999ish, and 2009ish, displaying our natural tendencies to match.


Rest Here, For A Minute


I’ve never had a strong opinion about the whole full moon thing and any implications mentioned about how people start acting crazy during the week of a fully waxed moon. I can’t say the heat usually gets to my head (though being dehydrated today did make give me a bit of a headache). The point is, I usually don’t believe that natural situations can alter my mood and feelings but this week I’m reassessing. I’ve been tired this week, waiting for energy to come. So far, I’ve been surprised with my lack of self-motivation.


I heard a sermon on rest about a month ago and I think this is what I need to work on. After speaking with my sister on the phone tonight, she reminded me to Take What I Need so my hope and prayer is that the rest of this evening, as well as early tomorrow morning, are restful times for me.

I am learning that rest is a discipline. Do you find it difficult to prioritize rest?