Slacker Mama and Ode to Target

So Monkey 1's baseball season is just about over.

One game tonight, one on Sat.

You might assume since I'm a *photographer*

a scrapbooker

and a MOM for crying out loud

that I would have taken dozens of pictures.

Well now, you know what they say about assuming...

Tonight, I pledge to take pictures at the game.

Should I fail in this endeavour I will walk to the pitcher's mound while the other mama's yell horrible things at me

(am I the only one picturing Princess Bride and the scary old lady yelling 'boooo, boooo'? Oh I am?  Okay then nevermind).

And on another note: this probably will not be my last ever Ode to Target post-fair warning.

Because Target is the bestest.

 

For years (10 to be exact), I have been trying to kill my husband.

At least that's what he says.

How you may ask?

Apparently by the noxious fumes I impose on him with my lotions and perfumes.

Please note that I am not one of those people who pours half a bottle of nasty stuff on and you can smell them a mile away. Like Exclamation.  PLEASE don't come near me wearing that stuff.

I'm more of a coco butter lotion and light spray from bath and body kinda girl.

But no matter what I wear Honey thinks it's too much.

Until now.

Thank you Target.

Thank you 13.99 price tag.

Thank you cute little Soap & Glory Brand for making me want you with all your vintagey goodness.

I really wanted the cute little make-up bag with the retro girls on it but didn't need a make-up bag ( Because let's face it I'm not quite in the jet-set traveling group.  I don't think wal-mart counts as travel).

And 24.99 seemed steep for a make-up bag I didn't need for a drive to wal-mart.

Enter the spray.

Mist You Madly.

That's what it's called.

And my Honey LOVES it.

Marriage saved.

Murder diverted.

And I love you Target and Soap and Glory.

God Bless,

Mandy

A Process

Do you ever feel like God's trying to tell you something?

And you are almost able to glimpse what it is but not quite?

Like when you are remembering something right in the front of your brain and it drifts in and out,

just slightly out of reach?

Yeah, like that.

 

I KNOW God is trying to get through to me.

I know He has lessons to be learned by my frazzled self.

It's like I feel Him speaking to my spirit and yet I'm not listening.

 

I need to learn to quiet myself.

To stop the constant stream of thoughts and plans flowing and jamming up my mind.

I need to learn to not just talk to God, but to listen as well.

I kinda stink at that.

I'm a talker.

A know it all if truth be told.

It's a bit hard for me to 'be still'.

I'm on the threshold.

And whatever is coming is big.

Not to you.

And it's not external.

No moves, babies, jobs.

Nothing like that (that I know of).

It's right in my heart.

In who I am in Christ.

You see I kinda misplaced Him.

Not in any outward way, just here inside me.

I had great excuses.

Like babies.

And groceries.

And dirty floors.

And my favorite of all,

 little to no sleep.

But He's not mad, because He's cool like that.

He gets it.

He knows I love Him.

And He'll take me back like nothing happened.

And I'm ready to put aside what came before Him.

And if I'm honest the list is long.

Husband, kids, the house work.

Money, magazines, books, clothes.

Food, sleep and baths and shopping.

He gave me all these blessings and responsibilities.

And He wants me to enjoy them and take care of them.

But He knows I do it so much better when I'm teamed up with Him.

 

And so I'm gonna shut up and listen to what He's teaching me.

And know that great changes are in store for my lil old muckey heart.

I'm ready to give Him back the throne that I so subtly scooted out from under Him.

And it's going to be something pretty big, if only to me.

God Bless,

Mandy

pictures from our park hoppin' Memorial Day

p.s.  I don't care if 'muckey' isn't a real word.