Morning Coffee

   
 Kids, it’s been a long few weeks home and this week will be no different. Being home right now has been a very ironic blessing, which when the time comes I will get the strength to tell you all about it. We have appreciated and needed the prayers!

It’s moving week. Finally, at last. Ryder is thrilled about the “new home” but keeps asking if we’re taking a plane to get there. Sweet Lord I hope not. I am ready for all my crap to be in the same place. I feel like a gypsy.

On to the show!

I’ll have what she’s having. Plane break-ups, the quarter-mile club.
Two words. Tacos and Reisling. Wait a sec…
This movie about a mouse has been on repeat at my house.
College football is almost here. Enjoy.
Starbucks held a press event for the “new” PSL, #elitepeopleproblems.
Baby, let me butter your bread. I am missing dem biscuits!
Roo says, “It’s the Duke in it.”
It’s a tough world out there. Work hard, know your shit, show your shit, and then feel entitled.

Do You

Add this to an end of summer reading list: Amy Poehler’s memoir, Yes Please? I’ve always fallen back on my humor to bail me out of situations, make me look more dumb or more smart, and it’s refreshing to know that a woman can be equal parts ballsy and loving. Tina Fey and Amy Poehler certainly rank high on my list of women I’d like to emulate.

The book’s three sections are headlined “Say Whatever You Want,” “Do Whatever You Like,” and “Be Whoever You Are.” I do, I have, I try.

A few reasons why Amy is on point.

Good for her! Not for me. That is the motto women should constantly repeat over and over again. Good for her! Not for me.

Calling people ‘sweetheart’ makes most people enraged.

Every mother needs a wife who takes care of her and helps her become a better mother. The women who have helped me have stood in my kitchen and shared their lives.

You don’t need to apologize for everything. But be kind to yourself when you do. It takes years as a woman to unlearn what you have been taught to be sorry for. It takes years to find your voice and seize your real estate.

Working moms and stay-at-home moms don’t need to be in opposition.There is an unspoken pact that women are supposed to follow. I am supposed to act like I constantly feel guilty about being away from my kids. (I don’t. I love my job.) Mothers who stay at home are supposed to pretend they are bored and wish they were doing more corporate things. (They don’t. They love their job.) — can I get an, Amen?

Want to get away?

Weekend in Asheville for a friends wedding proved to be everything we needed for a quick break, minus the sleep. Family babysitting, one of the major perks of already being back home. We went to Asheville about 5 years ago and it’s safe to say the city has blossomed into an even bigger beautiful destination. Good local food, beer and art. Shopping was on point! The drive through the Blue Ridge Parkway makes the jaunt from Atl – > NC easy on the eyes.

The wedding was outside of the city in a beautiful field, which is probably where all of us crazies should have been left. We had a blast but will probably go to bed at 8PM all week to catch-up.

   
    
    
    
    
    
    
 

The Most Important Question of Your Life

Occasionally, my brother pops out of nowhere and sends me cool stuff. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m flying at mach 9 and sometimes, if you don’t stop to look around every once in a while you might miss something. I’m about to get preachy on you. That fine line of “perception is reality.” Coming from the person who has blogged for 8 years. Careful what’s on display.

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Read the full article here.

People want to start their own business or become financially independent. But you don’t end up a successful entrepreneur unless you find a way to appreciate the risk, the uncertainty, the repeated failures, and working insane hours on something you have no idea whether will be successful or not.

People want a partner, a spouse. But you don’t end up attracting someone amazing without appreciating the emotional turbulence that comes with weathering rejections, building the sexual tension that never gets released, and staring blankly at a phone that never rings. It’s part of the game of love. You can’t win if you don’t play.

What determines your success isn’t “What do you want to enjoy?” The question is, “What pain do you want to sustain?” The quality of your life is not determined by the quality of your positive experiences but the quality of your negative experiences. And to get good at dealing with negative experiences is to get good at dealing with life.

I wanted the reward and not the struggle. I wanted the result and not the process. I was in love not with the fight but only the victory. And life doesn’t work that way.

Who you are is defined by the values you are willing to struggle for. People who enjoy the struggles of a gym are the ones who get in good shape. People who enjoy long workweeks and the politics of the corporate ladder are the ones who move up it. People who enjoy the stresses and uncertainty of the starving artist lifestyle are ultimately the ones who live it and make it.

This is not a call for willpower or “grit.” This is not another admonishment of “no pain, no gain.”

This is the most simple and basic component of life: our struggles determine our successes. So choose your struggles wisely, my friend.

When You’re Waiting In Line, Let’s Catch Up.

 
questions asked by a beautiful, clearly bored, friend
1) where are you working with such a great office!? I won’t make that public, think of this blog like church and state. I don’t want to talk shop on here. You know how to find me to ask in private. I will say that unfortunately I am not working for The Skimm or naming nail polishes.
2) are you settled into your new house? Sweet baby Jesus, no. Sadly – for everyone – we are not in our new home. We weren’t sure when to pull the trigger and pack up our Minnesota home, but we figured sooner than later. We’re in purgatory for about a month; I may have a countdown app as a friendly reminder to victory — down to the seconds.
3) have you found a good running trail? Picked the house based on location to running and biking trail networks. We’re right off the river.
4) have you taken a bath in The Tub? THE TUB is for the boys. I am not much of a bath person. Probably the same reason I can’t do yoga. I hate sitting still.
5) does the move impact Andy’s job? Yes and no. He is keeping his amazing gig. Lucky devil.
6) did you select the job based on geo location to fam, or did job choose you? Tough one. I never in a million thought we’d end up back in Georgia. If I could have had family come to Minnesota we certainly would have stayed longer. Turns out,  two kids and a husband that travels all the time will send you hauling a** to family. It was time to be closer to family and we chose to look in Georgia for that reason. I missed SEC football, what can I say. And Dunkin Donuts.
7) on a scale of 1-10, how happy is your mom? 100.
8) how was your first day at work!? Downright relaxing. Family sent flowers, spoiled. It’s also fun getting new notebooks and pens. Downside to first day, multiple awkward encounters….getting off on the wrong floor (but hanging out and acting like you meant to), circling a floor looking for a room you’ve never been to or a person you’ve never met (that will kindly point out that they noticed someone wondering the halls), almost walking in to the men’s bathroom. The basic new kid blunders.
9) are you changing the name of your blog like you did last move? You know- like “Nichole does hotlanta” And lose my SEO and two million two followers?! Pssh. Be on the lookout for “Georgia On My Wine, ” or maybe “Midnight Choo Choo to Georgia,” perhaps “Bless Your Little Blogspot,” or even “Y’all Came Back Now.”
10) have you explained to work your name on time sheets might be different than what they call you? #canteven. I love my parents, but really. My email is already having folks scratch their heads.

Morning Coffee

 Yes, I take photos a lot. “I always have a camera nearby and try to be on-point because interesting moments come and go so quickly.”
Haters gonna hate. Friendly reminder that comparison is the thief of all joy. Being Around Those Who Believe Differently. “Believe what you believe. Be convicted by what you believe. But, don’t assume the ones who believe something different are lesser than you because of it.”
Because before bed, I often find myself knee deep in Instagram.
I’m juggling a bat crap crazy schedule, running at 9PM and SHE has a closest dedicated to fitness. Unfair.
Preach.
Beer mile record set…I’d gladly take that challenge.
Is it that hard in the D?

Moving On Up… Or Down…

Holy cats. Moving was a one star sh*t show. Apologies, but what a freaking “week off” work. We officially left our beautiful home, on our beautiful street, with our beautiful weather, and landed in Georgia. Ok, ask me again in a few months, but for now I’m in recovery mode.

We’re waiting to close on our Atlanta house, which means we packed everyone up for a month. Two tiny humans require a ridiculous amount of stuff to survive. We wanted to make sure we packed creature comforts like toys and cars, and ended up stuffing our actual adult cars to the brim with diapers and the rest of Toys R Us. Bonus, living with the parents and in-laws. Oh yeaaa. I am a fairly OCD person and having my crap scattered in bags and boxes blows goats. I am at the point of buying new stuff, screw it.

I knew this would all happen fast, but it’s surreal at times and I am rocking the emotional spectrum.

Family on a flight to ATL -> Roo never left the airport and took a return flight back to MN -> He proceeded to drive ALL day next day to regroup in Atlanta. End scene.

Are we having fun yet? I am trying to stay afloat, trying to keep the kids on as normal a schedule as humanly possibly, and keeping my eye on the prize. Landing amongst family and friends.

I’m a ray of sunshine these days… Wine helps.

   

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

 

You’re Good to Grow! So Light the Candles & Blow! Happy, Happy, Birthday To You

Be daring, be different, be impractical, be anything that will assert integrity of purpose and imaginative vision against the play-it-safers, the creatures of the commonplace, the slaves of the ordinary. – Cecil Beaton
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Rhys is my cool, calm, charming little dude. One look with those big brown chocolate chip eyes and I give in. He was after my heart from day one. Ryder and I are the same sign, which is why it is no surprise that Rhys and I get on a bit differently together.

You’ll find Rhys organizing things around the house. Picking up after Ryder, running after Indy, or opening and closing doors out of curiosity. If one of my children is going to scale Everest, it’s Rhys. He’s happiest climbing or on top of something. The only thing that makes him stop in his tracks, singing. He loves music.

As Rhys gets older, it’s becoming easier to spot the differences in the two boys. Ryder is shy, more reserved kiddo in public; Rhys is the babe that will sing for the doctor, on demand. He knows shapes, colors, key transportation vehicles — his vocabulary is ridiculous. We chose verbal skills over walking. From singing hooks to songs like Old McDonald, to pointing out and saying “airplane” and “car car.”

And his laugh. Folks complimented Ryder as a baby on his gorgeous looks. Rhys is always getting the best compliments on his laughter. He has an infectious giggle, typically brought on by his big brother or any animal that goes by.

For his birthday, after the many celebrations, candles and cakes, I took him to bed like always and after our lullaby I whispered a prayer. I hope he knows how loved, smart, gentle he is. And I pray that he finds his calling and purpose and knows that he is meant for something incredible.

Oh, Rhys-y Piece-y, we are wrapped around those not-so-little hands.

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