The 6-year-old Civilization

The 6-year-old Civilization:

This really weird thing has happened.

Well, two weird things as Chase is running around the house screaming “i fownd a nudder a-wee-in (alien)! it was in my roooom!”

(I’ve only stepped on it twice. I already knew this.)

That insane Category 5-year-old Hurricane son of mine? Is morphing (since it is magical) into this… … marginally civilized member of the human race. Not only that, but he is beginning to understand the importance of the “civilized” part.

And in internal dialogue, it hit me in the form of: – “fuck yeah”.

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Homebirds, sing

The beginng of summer is magic. And every summer that passes becomes logged into my brain with some sortI also learned the importance of rice, silica gel and the hot glue gun. of hashtag and a lovely title. 

The summer I Graduated High School… and found life past Birmingham.

The time I realized sometimes decisions are hard and life can seriously blow, but you’ll pull through… hopefully

And then the one after that : )

The one that gave me my first son, Conner

Sunshine, Vacations and the Birthday of a 1-year-old.

The Summer I spent pregnant with my second son

 …

and the list goes on.

This is my Summer of learning to truly figure out this whole “being human” thing. I’m trying to give and receive from every relationship. Not just receive and not just go on about nothing, but to forge through and gain something from everyone and to give one thing I find helpful for them. 

I’m not sure which is more valuable, although I’m leaning towards what I gain greatly. However, I still place a value off of what I’m giving. To devalue that would dilute my sincerity.

Of all these gifts I receive, I’m grateful for each and every one in a completely unique way. My brain won’t be full of manilla envelopes in the end, but rather wall-to-wall of oddly shaped packages, every shade of every color imaginable and full of glitter, ballons and maybe some insane shag carpet. Because yeah, it’s a little weird up there sometimes.

I’ve learned to listen closely. My boys and I are communicating on a more personal level and they are responding so well to it.

The importance of intereaction.

The acceptance of differences…

… and the embrace of similarities.

How therapy can come in however you want it to.

The importance of having to make my own definitions every now and then, but the respect to know where the boundaries are.

To respect the bubble.

What will this be your summer of?

Railroad Park

I, admittedly, love downtown Birmingham, and that absolutely includes Railroad Park!

Well, awesome news for them and the city:

Yay!

Here’s a recent pic I took from Railroad Park:

If you haven’t paid a visit, please do. You find a little something new each time, and the people watching? Second to none. 

Yellow Light

This:


I was so done, guys. And nothing i tried inspired me. Yes, this means I googled it, tried other’s methods, and got crap for results.

So I digressed to the idea that maybe this was just a long writer’s block or maybe it was a sign that I needed to concentrate elsewhere.
And I did.

Then ideas, after a few weeks, started coming back. The result was 4 posts in 2 days.

#QuadWinning

They Say It's My Birthday

Ahh. Life changes. I’m becoming all too familiar with the concept.

Frank-ness time: I’ve always been very familiar with the concept, but that first line makes for a better opener.

Stuff, again, is going on. But it’s all timed… oddly… and by “oddly” I mean “hand of God-ly”. 

This weekend, I celebrated my birthday… the whole weekend, really. I haven’t done that in years. The last truly “special” birthday I recall, the kind where you celebrate more than a day, was my 19th birthday. For some reason, I recall it quite well. I was surrounded by friends, I was single and life was just.. good.

For the same reason, this birthday has also become special. It’s not the flood of texts, calls or FB posts that make me realize how many people I have around me, but the messages themselves. It’s not 100 “Happy Birthday!!!”s, but the sincerity behind many of them that truly mean something.

My friends, and for once - a piece of my family, went out on Saturday night to see a band play for a few hours. I ended up with 3 birthday (cup)cakes over the course of 3 days… with a 4th to come this Saturday (and that doesn’t count the 1 I bought for myself).

My mom and dad are being positive right now, which helps immensly. My sister, for once, isn’t my “bad guy” and she’s about to marry a truly awesome person that I can’t wait to (secretly) call my “brother”. My best friend? Well, she’s just plain awesome. And my other friends? They are kind of rocking right now too.

The boys sang the happy birthday song to me in the car this morning over the phone with their dad. I smiled as big as one can in the early morning hours.

They say it’s my birthday… and it sure does feel like a party.