Thursday, July 24, 2014

What Moving Tells Me About a few other random observations

Moving Sucks. No way around it, it just stinks. It's exhausting physically and emotionally, especially if you happen to be gluttons for punishment and decide to make two 1800+ mile moves in a mere 15 months. (Whoa! Who in the world would decide to do that?????)  Anyhoo, here are some of my thoughts and observations from the past week or so...from my journal to your ears. I really just want to bless your day with my deep thoughts.

#1~I like to feel sorry for myself and cry sometimes because, you know, my life is hard. (Read that in a whiny, teary, privileged American voice.)

#2 (relates to #1)~I actually say things to myself like, "Suck it up, Buttercup, and get crap done!"

#3~Once I finally stop feeling sorry for myself and get to work, I'm task oriented and I can get crap done, y'all. Project ADD is not one of my weaknesses. Well, usually.

#4~I do not dust as often as I should.

#5~ I also do not vacuum under the couch cushions as often as I should. It's my prepper mentality. Zombie apocalypse?  No problem! Just raise the couch cushions and you've got meals for a week! (And pens, paper, bobby pins, hair ties, popsicle sticks, random wrappers, and dog hair.)

#6~Speaking of dog hair. I concede. I can fight no more forever. Trust me, owners of black labradors, you delude yourselves if you think you can win this war, armed though you may be with Swiffer, vacuum, and broom.

#7~I can deal with the chaos and disorder if my kitchen is in some state of clean. ("What? Oh, the world is blowing up around me?  I'll just go do the dishes!")

#8~When attempting two cross-country moves in 15 months, your precious possessions become the enemy. ("Are you absolutely certain we need that youngest kid? She does take up a lot of room with her yarn, books, and tea!")

#9~Taking a little time to sit, ALONE, with a cup of coffee and my journal, becomes a survival skill rather than an indulgence. Don't talk to me and don't deny me a few stinkin' minutes of peace in the morning. Unless you want things to get ugly.

#10~Rolls of packing tape and those tape gun things are tools of Satan.

#11~I only wash curtains when we move. Or when friends visit and their dog pees on them.

#12~Rugs cover a multitude of sins.

#13~Year-round warm weather = ceiling fans that are on year-round = invisible dust on the blades. If I can't see it, it obviously doesn't exist. Duh.

#14~I am obviously stalling by writing a blog post. It is time to get a move on.

I love y'all!

Monday, July 21, 2014

Practicing Grace

It's been a tough few weeks around here, folks. Big decisions being made. Career changes. Yet another 1800 mile cross country move. We are stressed, tired, overwhelmed, and sometimes thinking we might have a touch of the crazy. (Ok...maybe more than a touch.) Packing has commenced and, once again, we are living in the disorganization of preparing for relocation.

Emotions are all over the map. One minute thoughts are exciting and rosy--eager for the adventure of the unknown. The next minute brings panic and something akin to, "What the hell are we doing? Have we gone completely bonkers?" (Why yes, yes we have. But that's ok.) Unsurprisingly, we've experienced anger, hurt, fear, nervousness, worry, but every day is better than the day before as we grow used to, and embrace, the coming changes.

From the moment this craziness began, we made a pact. After 21 years of marriage, we know that stress can breed ugliness--words spoken that aren't really meant, fights that would never have happened otherwise, irritation over things that would normally be overlooked. So we made a pact to have grace for each other. Lots and lots of grace. Guess what? It's worked. Grace works. In those moments when an argument is imminent over some dumb thing, we've worked hard to stop and remember that this is stress talking. A long hug and a deep breath help remedy the ugliness, bringing a calm. Yes, I am proud of us. Life is hard enough. No need to worsen the trials with harsh or unloving words that accomplish nothing beyond hurt. Joy, peace, and laughter, even in the midst of stress. It's all about giving grace. To practice grace every single day, in every relationship and in every situation, is a goal worthy of our very best effort.

Love you, JP.  Here's to a relationship full of grace, love, laughter, and a touch of the crazy!

Monday, July 14, 2014

Change.....A Bit of Pierson Family News

There's another big change coming up for my little family. After much discussion, prayer, crying, nerves, sick stomachs, waffling, and more discussion.....we have decided to make a move to Boise, Idaho. Yes, I said Idaho. Jay has accepted a position there and we will be heading out of Houston in a month or so. 

We are, at present, experiencing a mixed-bag of emotions. While we've known for a while now that Houston isn't exactly the place for us, Idaho was certainly never on our radar.  My heart hurts to think of once again being so far from my family, but I also know that nothing ever stays the same in life and I am grateful for the past year.

There is much more to say, much more to this story, but for today, this is all I've got in me. Feeling a bit tired, a bit worn. Underneath it all, however, is hope and a burgeoning excitement. We asked God for adventures. He's delivering.

 So we move forward.

Thursday, June 19, 2014

Dads, Daughters, and a Bit of Weirdness

As Father's Day was nearing, I kept seeing this video posted on my Facebook timeline. Not gonna lie, I find this video and others like it to be quite disturbing...and creepy. Then there are the incredibly strange photos of fathers and daughters taken at Purity Balls. Whoa!  Have you seen those???? Does this bother anyone else??? This stuff literally makes my skin crawl, people. Seriously. Just weird.
A few rather random thoughts on this...

I love my dad. He's always been a constant in my life, there with caring, support and encouragement even when we might disagree (to be honest, this can be quite often). I've never doubted my dad's love and affection for me and am so thankful for the unconditional love that both he and my mom always bestow on my kids. My parents are huggers, bless their hearts. :)  BUT when I hear people say things like, "You'll always be her first love," when talking about fathers/daughters, it just feels wrong. I recall clearly my first love. Those feelings I had for Alan White in 5th grade in no way resemble the love I have for my daddy, and are ABSOLUTELY not the same love I have for the hubby. If it was, I think we'd all agree, that would be icky. 

Dads don't date their daughters. They parent them. They love them unconditionally. They affirm them, firmly instilling self worth and self esteem, encouraging them to follow their dreams. They play and laugh with them. They take time to listen without judgement. They protect and cherish, and teach their daughters how to take care of themselves. They are dads, fathers. They aren't lovers or boyfriends. They are parents.

Stop it with the weirdness. Enough already.

The pops and I 

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Only the Best Breakfast...Ever!

It's avocado season, y'all. Around our house, this means a whole lotta avocado eatin' goin' on.  So in the spirit of the season, I am sharing with you....The Best Breakfast--Ever!

1-  Go to your local Farmer's Market and purchase a yummy loaf of homemade sourdough (or, if you are awesome, break out a loaf of your own homemade sourdough).

2- If you happen to be lucky enough to live in an area where these delectable fruits grow, then by all means grab yourself a few avocados while at the Market. If not, head on over and grab some at the grocery store. (Here's a nifty little help from Food Network, should you be a bit uncertain about how to choose avocados.)

3- Get yourself some of this. You'll be so glad you did.
4-Gather your tasty loot, along with some butter from pastured cows. (If you've never, you should. It's crazy wonderful. Check out this post from Food Renegade about pasture butter. It'll change your a good way.)

5-Toast up a slab of the bread, slather it in the creamy, yellow butter. Slice up your avocado. (How much is entirely up to you, and will likely depend on the sizes of both your fruit and your appetite.) Sprinkle with RealSalt.

6-Enjoy with a cup of black coffee.

Holy Moly! You are welcome.

Wednesday, May 7, 2014


Jay and I were out and about last night. Being such a responsible parent and all, I texted the boy to see how things were going at the house.  I kids are 16, 18, and 20 years old. Whatever. I was just checking on them. Geeeeeeez.

Note the sweet, thoughtful, "Hey,thanks for caring about us, Mom!" response from the boy.
Then, of course, there is my answer because I believe in using kind, respectful words. 

That's some stellar parenting right there, folks.

Tuesday, April 29, 2014


A few days ago, I decided to make a change in my kitchen. I moved the butter. If this sounds like an inconsequential decision to you, then it's likely you don't love butter or consume it at the same rate as does the Pierson family. Upon choosing this move, I realized it might bring about many questions (you know, such as, "Where the heck's the butter???), which could, in turn, start to be rather annoying to me. Behold my brilliant resolution to this potential problem....

This morning I woke up, perused Pinterest while enjoying a cup of tea, and thought, "Perhaps a piece of toast would be lovely."  So I headed to the kitchen, opening the cupboard that is now home to our butter dish, and what did I see?  Not the butter!  Instead, I saw a note. One note led to another and another and another. It was a quest. Brought to me by my oldest, who apparently stayed up quite late devising a scheme to bring consternation to his mother's morning. In truth, it was a funny start to my day. I love that goofball.

I did, eventually, find the butter. So all is well.

Here are the notes...