My Favorite Posts of 2011

Today, I’m taking part in one of my favorite memes when I can think of nothing to write about. Mama Kat is always full of inspiration and it all comes together every Thursday for her Pretty Much World Famous Writer’s Workshop!

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This week, I chose a prompt that fits the season:

This year in blog posts…choose a favorite post from each month of 2011 and share.

So, I guess I’ll start at the beginning!

January

Obviously, I should focus on my past resolutions for this one. I absolutely failed at keeping my Google Reader cleaned out (I think I’ve logged into it twice in the past three months and I haven’t been great about uploading photos (although my iPhone has helped with that tremendously). I can say, however, that I have been much better at visiting back my commenters (with the exception of giveaway entries because that’s just insanity) and I have definitely kept this a family-friendly environment. No F-bombs here, people!

February

This was a really wonderful month for me. A month that I found purpose that I didn’t have before and even though my blog has not transformed in the way I expected, my life has. That was the month that I found joy in being intentional and looked back at fond memories of my grandma. I even got all nostalgic over some old pictures that I had laying around.

I also wrote a post that I refer to regularly whenever someone asks me how to become a successful blogger. That has been my go-to post every time the question has been asked and it is a great jumping off point for some good discussion.

March

Ah, March. I am happy to say that on March 19, 2011, one of my dearest friends brought her son into the world. It was also the month that I faced my greatest fear and told my story to a room full of people in my church family. I have since left that church for another, but I’ll never forget the love that I felt that day and there is one verse (my life verse) that got me through that day.

For God did not give us a spirit of timidity, but a spirit of power, of love and of self-discipline.

2 Timothy 1:7

April

It was Spring and it was beautiful outside. I had everything in the world that I needed and even some left over. That’s the day I learned what the best feeling in the world feels like and that it only costs $8.03. It hit me like a Mack truck and I still haven’t forgotten the man in the red jacket that needed that lunch way more than I did.

May

I wrote about this girl that had come into our lives and was fighting for her life against demons that do not give up. I am so proud of her and her battle and the fact that she is still winning the war every single day. It’s been 8 months (possibly 9) since she came home  and I couldn’t be more proud of how she has turned everything around. The fact that she gives all of the credit to God and realizes just how merciful He is just makes it all the better.

June

In my birthday month, I tried my hand at selling cupcakes. While I still adore baking, I simply don’t have time to try to run a side-business that actually requires hours of preparation and on-hand inventory. So, that went to the wayside. This was also the month that I got to show off my bumps from past pregnancies and proved that my girls are NOT afraid of everything with our very first successful trip to the movies! It was also a very sad month for us because we thought we lost Buddy, but luckily he made it home safe and sound!

July

Probably my favorite month out of this entire year because we got to take our very first family vacation! We visited Chattanooga, Tennessee, because it’s only a few short hours away and has the famous Tennessee Aquarium. The girls had an amazing time. We got lost, enjoyed the city and had some quality family time together. It was definitely a great vacation and we will definitely be repeating the tradition of taking a short weekend vacation this year, too!

On the Bridge at Tennessee Aquarium

August

I am so thankful that BookSneeze gave me the chance to attend the Women of Faith Imagine Conference this year. I had an amazing time of fellowship and worship with amazing women and we absolutely filled Philips Arena with sounds of shared joy, sorrow and love for those two days. I can’t wait for the 2012 Celebrate conference! This was also the month that my Pumpkin started Pre-K and grew up right in front of my eyes.

I also still stand by post that begs, “Bloggers, stop paying companies for the ‘privilege’ of hosting a giveaway!”

September

This was the month I became either incredibly stupid or amazingly brave and took a 10-hour road trip to Illinois – just me and the girls. When we came back, I overloaded you with pictures of our trip. I still can’t believe I made it all in one piece, but I’m so glad we did it. It gave me a sense of confidence in my own parenting skills and one heckuva reminder how lucky I am to have my hubby standing by me in our parenting journey!

October

This month was all about my girls…Their love for The Village People, their aspirations of growing up to be a mom just like me and my Pumpkin turning five.

Oh, and we bought a house. {Insert squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee here}

November

Oh boy, this was a crazy month. With the addition of NoBloPoMo to my repertoire, November became my most productive month ever. Although, I will say one thing…it was one of my most painful months to date. I guess I should stop getting in fights with stairs and injuring myself, eh?

December

And we’re back to the present. My blogger friends and I created a super goofy Christmas video to share with the world and I’ve given you a teensy sneak peek into 2012.

This year has been phenomenal for me as a blogger and I hope you all feel the same way. I can’t wait to make 2012 even bigger and better than 2011!

I’m also linking up to Mommy of a Monster for her “Best Of” posts since this is definitely my personal “Best of 2011″ post!

Mommy of a Monster

My Poor Dogs #WritersWorkshop #NaBloPoMo

My dogs are seriously roughing it today. I feel bad about it. I really do. You see, we have a friend over today painting the house, so the dogs have to stay outside all day long. For them, that’s practically offensive. This is how Buddy spends basically his entire day….every day:

buddy sleeping

He gets up in the chair because then he is safe from the wrath of Angel. Her legs are too short to climb up on the chair so he gets some alone time as long as he’s out of her reach. He used to just go up about 3 or 4 stairs, but now that we live in a ranch-style house, he’s had to resort to these drastic measures. I mean, honestly, for the longest time Angel couldn’t even get up and down the steps on the deck so she had to be carried:

Angel Carried
Actually, I think she could get up and down just fine. She just likes us waiting on her paw and foot.

I would say Buddy gets some peace and quiet by climbing into the chair, but that would be a lie. When he’s out of reach, Angel just sits at his feet and barks her fool head off in hopes he will eventually get tired of her and jump down to play and shut her up. But, good old Buddy has “mom ears.” He can shut any annoying noise out from his mind with minimal effort. He just sleeps through it.

Yep, the day in the life of our dog is pure torture, but somehow they survive.

Since they’re outside all day today, they probably feel like they’re on Survivor. My guess is that Angel is going to go rogue and start staking out the area under the porch for her shelter while Buddy just lazes about in the sun all day.

Man, a dog’s life is tough.

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This post was written as part of Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop.

The Prompts:

1.) Did you create a list of 22 things you’ve done in your life last week? This week, choose one item from your list and elaborate! We want the story.

2.) Create an FAQ page for yourself that answers frequently asked questions if people were to frequently ask you questions. People make those up all the time. YOUR TURN!

3.) Write a post in just eight lines. (inspired by Mommy Nani Boo Boo)

4.) Pour me a drink. Share a favorite drink recipe! (inspired by The Spohrs Are Multiplying)

5.) A day in the life of your pet…how bad do they have it?

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This post is also written as Day 3 of #NaBloPoMo.

NaBloPoMo 2011

My First Panic Attack

My husband and I got married on February 14, 2005. No, that wasn’t my first panic attack. I’m getting there. We took a mini-honeymoon by spending the weekend in Chicago (we lived in Illinois at the time and it was within driving distance). And that weekend was fabulous. We had a blast and I will remember it fondly forever.

A few months later, we got the chance to take a “real” honeymoon. We spent a week in Hawaii (where my husband was born and raised). We saw (I met) his family and my hubby took me around to the touristy places on the island of Oahu. He showed me all of the places that I’d only read about and seen online. I loved it.

Tantalus HawaiiTowards the end of our visit, we went to Hanauma Bay - a protected cove where sea creatures and the most beautiful fish roam freely among the snorkelers, scuba divers and swimmers. They are totally at ease. I was so excited because I was going to go snorkeling for the first time and get to hang out with all of these amazing creatures.

Or so I thought.

We got our gear and headed out to the water. Keep in mind, this is only my second time in the ocean. The first was a few days earlier when I begged the hubby to take me to Waikiki Beach and I took two steps into the water for a photo. That’s it.

Now, I’m a nose-breather. I simply cannot function without my nose to guide me. I’m terrible when I have a cold (like right now). I never feel like I’m getting enough breath and I’m constantly sighing deeply trying to get more oxygen. As it turns out, when you’re snorkeling, you can’t breathe through your nose.

Novel concept, right?

So I’m in the water with my snorkeling gear – mask, snorkel, flippers. I get out into the water and all of a sudden, I can’t catch my breath. The waves are pushing me every which way (Did I mention I’m not a great swimmer? I know. Brilliant plan.). I scrape my knee on a piece of coral. My chest is constricted. I can’t breathe. I can’t swim. Ohmygosh I’m dying. Right here. In the ocean.

So the hubby notices my flailing and pulls me out of water as I gasp for breath and flop about like a fish.

It was my very first (and only) panic attack. My hubby was able to calm me down and (after much begging from me) headed back out into the water without me to get me some amazing photos with the underwater camera we had just bought. He got to hang out with all the cool creatures I wanted to see, but at least I’m alive to tell the tale.

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