I’m not sure if I’ve ever told you guys this, but I have struggled with mild, chronic depression for as long as I can remember.
[Well, crap. That came out of left field. Isn't this supposed to be a humor blog?]
I’ve had lots of different diagnoses—from cyclothymia (mild bipolar disorder) to depression to “that time of the month” (That was once my dad’s formal diagnosis. Once. And then I threatened to kick him in the teeth.). I’ve had lots of suggestions for treatment—from medication to diet to “more exercise” (also from my dear dad).
On the first Blogiversary, my true love sent to me:
A book for Ms. JuliaJetSki.
On the second Blogiversary, my true love sent to me:
A book for DeannaMurphy. And a book for Ms. Julia JetSki.
On the third Blogiversary…
I’m just kidding. I won’t make you sit through all this nonsense. Though, I’m really tempted to do the entire song in video form. You should be really thankful I have no makeup on right now. That’s all I’m saying.
Here are the random winners of the 12 copies of my favorite parenting book, Shepherding a Child’s Heart:
Do y’all remember a few weeks ago when I was fussing on Facebook about potty training and how I should just write a book called, How to Potty Train in a Year and a Half?
Okay, well, it’s finally happening. I can’t believe it!
All that time spent neglecting my children and focusing on my many, many personal talents has finally paid off.
[Let me guess, you're finally joining the circus?]
I have a book deal!
On August 16, 2012, I sat down at the computer in our basement and began to type. I was in the throes of “single” parenthood while Brian was away on military business, and it seems I was starting to feel the pressure:
“I would venture to say that Martha Stewart’s
sentence vacation in a federal prison was more like a Caribbean holiday compared to the trenches of motherhood.”
But then it got worse…
At 20-months old, I can hardly believe the spirit and expressiveness I see in Averi. She squeals in delight when we hold her upside-down and tickle her legs. She has this hilarious, throaty laugh that is reserved only for JJ when he chases her around the house and rams her into the furniture. I stopped him the first few months he did it, but I have since given up. Because she loves it.
She’s like a trained cage fighter.
I read a book once called Men are like Waffles—Women are like Spaghetti, and it was probably one of THE cheesiest (no pun intended) books I’ve ever read. But the points the authors, Bill and Pam Farrel, made were both interesting and pretty hilarious.
Honey, call off the exorcism, I figured it out.
Whew! Thank goodness he’s not watching horror movies without my permission. Yet another reason Elmo creeps me out.
(If you’re confused you may want to read this post.)
I know I’ve mentioned before that we party like rock stars on our weekly date night, but it never ceases to amaze me how relaxing a trip to Chipotle, Target, Barnes & Noble, or the proctologist can be when no children are FREAKING OUT in your ear because they ran out of milk.
(Did she just say proctologist?)
Thanks to everyone for the social media love – on Facebook, Twitter and Pinterest. Please “like” me or “follow” me if you haven’t already (that just felt creepy) because there are lots of other prizes to give away in the weeks and months to come!
The very first give-away is a copy of my book “Multiple Streams of Motivation,” and we chose TEN winners using a completely random number generator my adorably nerdy husband came up with.
The winners are: