Dear Mary…..

The following post is a letter to my sweet friend, Mary Boyd, who went to be with Jesus late last night….

Dear Mary:

You are no doubt getting answers to your questions of faith right now, straight from the Source.

You were worried that not following the leading of the Holy Spirit would somehow spin you outside of the will of the Lord. This is simply not true, my friend. See, our God is faithful to all His children. He gives chance after chance to come back to His perfect plan. These chances last until death. Remember Jonah and the whale?? He was flat-out rebellious about going to Nineveh to preach to the people there. So rebellious in fact that God had to send a storm and a whale to convince him that Nineveh was the right path. But after he was coughed up by the whale, Jonah realized going to Nineveh was the right choice and went. He was given a second chance. (Jonah 1-4) 

How about one of the greatest apostles of all, Paul? Originally named Saul, he started out being one of the biggest persecutors of Christians, including Stephen (Acts 8:1-2). It wasn’t till he was on the road to Damascus that the Lord stopped him in his tracks, literally making him mute and blind, that he realized the error of his ways, repented and became one of the most powerful forces for the Kingdom of Heaven. He was given a second chance. (Acts 9:1-31) 

So dear, sweet Mary, the Lord almost certainly delighted in your desire to do His will. No matter where that brought you, I’m sure when you reached those pearly gates late last night and looked into the eyes of our Savior, He lovingly declared, “Well done, my good and faithful servant! Well done!”

Good night sweet Mary! We’ll see you in the Morning! Save us a seat!

*Sidewalk Prophets appear courtesy of Youtube


A House Divided Can Still Stand….#LoveWins

This blog post began to be written on Friday, September 11th but due to sickness, I wasn’t able to finish until tonight…….

Let me just say straight away that this is not going to be a typical Friday post. I had a LAFF topic in mind, but given the date, it just didn’t seem right. We’ll be back to our regular humor post next Friday. But today something a bit different.

This week has been pretty non productive. Sickness has run rampant through our house in the last few days, putting almost all normal activity on stand still. Today was the first day I felt somewhat normal, but I just couldn’t get myself to finish the chores I had planned. However, I did manage to change the sheets on the bed. A funny thing happens each time I change the sheets on our bed. This activity makes me reflect on the differences between my husband and I. Let me explain…..

See, we have two sets of bed sheets and pillowcases. One is red and the other one is blue. However, we almost never use all one color of sheets and pillowcases. We mix and match. At the time we registered for them, I didn’t think much about specifically red and blue, I just thought they looked pretty. After we were married and were making the bed for the first time, it hit me. Red and blue aren’t simply pretty colors….they also represent the two major political parties in our country; red for republican-or conservative/right-wing, blue for democrat-or left-wing/liberal. Without outing either one of us, lets just say that we voted for opposing candidates in a recent presidential election. In this way, we are a house divided.

When we first started dating, many years ago, most people were flummoxed that we could date each other yet hold differing political views. I’m not going to say it’s always been easy. Holding differing political views has caused us to challenge one another at times. 

I guess it all started after we began dating right before the ’08 presidential election. I was on Facebook one day and a friend of mine posted a status update, detailing how her and her spouse had researched heavily to determine what candidate they were going to vote for. They. Meaning they would agree on a candidate together. This struck me as so strange. Why do you have to only choose one candidate? Where is your individuality? When you marry, do you cease to become unique as an individual? What if you don’t share the same opinions as your spouse, but still love them fiercely?

In an age where politics divides so many people, is there room in that division for love? Not just love, but love that is deep and fierce and bold? I definitely think so. My husband and I have been together for nearly 7 and a half years and in that time, we’ve learned to love beyond politics. Case in point:

In the summer of ’09 we were living in neighboring states, several hours apart. We phoned each other once a day, late at night when Chad would get off work. One night, he didn’t call. I can’t remember if I was annoyed, but knowing myself, I probably was. Early the next morning he phoned me to say that he was walking home from work the night before when he was jumped by 3 guys. They pushed him to the ground, kicked him and stole his brand new laptop. Fortunately he wasn’t far from a friend’s house, and they assisted him to the ER where he was treated and released. Hearing this story left me terrified.

In that moment, our political differences didn’t matter one bit. All I wanted to do was jump on a bus and be with him. I also knew in that moment that I didn’t want to lose him. Ever.

In this day and age when planes fly into buildings, people die in car accidents on a daily basis, and famous comedians succumb to the pressure to be perfect, shouldn’t there be more room for love? We are all living here on this blue and green orb for such a short while. In the time we have together, shouldn’t we be more focused on loving each other rather than focusing on who’ll get our vote? After all in the end, a house divided can still stand strong because….love wins.


Blogging When Sick: Don’t Try This At Home, Kids!

The truth about being an adult is that it’s inevitable that the week you have the most things to do, that is when your body says, “Bwhaha! I don’t think so, sucker!,” and decides to attack itself and force you to sleep, drink your weight in fluids, pop vitamin C like it’s some sort of illicit drug, and eat so much fruit that you start to sprout a teeny tiny fruit hat on the top of your head, reminiscent of Carmen Miranda. 

The actual Carmen Miranda wasn’t available at press time. Fortunately, this cat was. 


The upside is that I get to smear mentholated stuff on my chest and neck, which has always given me a weird thrill of excitement. That reminds me, it’s time to reapply. Excuse me…..

Your sickness causes you to cancel an important appointment, and you only hope and pray you are well enough to attend the social event of the year where there will be chocolate-covered Oreos and a selection of grilled meats. Seriously, it’s a can’t-miss event. 

Honestly, I blame our oldest cat. See, a few days ago I was having a great dream when all-of-a-sudden I woke up, the cat is standing over me, and my nose and cheeks were wet. She had unashamedly sneezed in my face.

I went back to sleep and woke up later feeling fine. The kitty germs didn’t sink into my body for another couple of days. It happened when we were in the middle of a wedding out-of-state. It was during the reception that I started feeling not so great. Fatigue and sore throat. But there was cake to eat, so we had to stay. 😉 I eventually found my way to the wine selections, drank a glass of red, and felt better. At least my sore throat was soothed. Which leads me to a sickness life hack: When you have a sore throat and are out of cough syrup, a small glass of wine will do the same thing (don’t drink and drive, kids 😉 ). 

So I’m trying to kick this thing out of my body by Friday. Think I can do it? What do you do to make yourself feel better when you are sick?? Let me know in the comments below! 


*Carmen Miranda cat appears courtesy of Pinterest

Late Night/Early Morning Thank You Note…….

After a LONG day I am finally home. I was just gonna skip today’s post (I guess I did since it’s now tomorrow….never mind 😛 ) but I suddenly found my second wind. So, here it is. In the tradition of The Late Show with Jimmy Fallon, I present to you my Monday Thank You Note: 

“Thank you, Kentucky heat wave, for proving that sweat can also double as an effective styling product!!” 😀


*something I am DEFINITELY trying if our AC ever goes out-or if I “accidentally” switch it off 😉  appears courtesy:

PS: Congratulations Angela and Marty! May you have many happy years together!! 


Lulabelle’s Guide to Getting Rid of Spiders (Please Note, I Didn’t Say These Were Good Ideas!)

Trigger Warning: The following blogpost contains my experience this week with a spider. If you have arachnophobia and can’t handle reading about spiders, I won’t be offended one bit if you click out of this one. Oh, and if you need something else to read and you missed yesterdays entry on our bum-licking cat, you can find it here.  Happy Weekend!!

So the other night my husband went to bed early with a sinus headache and I stayed up binge watching episodes of Frasier on Hulu, brushing our cats, and bagging up garbage to be taken out the next day.

Then I glanced down at our carpet and screamed. Part of my carpet was moving and that wasn’t normal. When my eyes focused, I saw a giant spider just running around my living-room like he owned the place. Now, the thing with me and spiders is, we have an agreement. As long as they stay outside in nature I am fine. If a daddy-long-legs happened to venture in, I would be startled, but my world wouldn’t be ending. This punk-*ss spider however, waltzed in from a spare bedroom (I don’t even want to know how he got in) and ran into my living-room like a fool. He stopped when I screamed and I got a better look at him.

Guys, he was big. I’m talkin’ the diameter of my palm. I’ve never seen a spider so big that wasn’t in a zoo. He kinda reminded me of a tarantula, which is funny because tarantulas are pretty chill spiders and don’t hurt anyone, so why was I screaming? Well, this one wasn’t supposed to be in my house!

After I got over my shock, I had to act. I needed to get rid of the spider, but my go-to elimination method was NOT gonna work for this one. It was too big to smush without both of us going through trauma. So, I ended up grabbing a large mason jar and a plastic lid. I tipped the mason jar on its head so the opening was covering the spider. Then I scooted the jar with the spider slowly over to the door, opened it and tipped the jar up so he’d have room to escape, which he thankfully did.

After I managed to get rid of the spider, I started thinking about other ways I could have gotten rid of him with things I had within reach. I made a list:

1. Douse the spider in rubbing alcohol: I did realize though that would probably only make the spider inebriated and the last thing you want besides a spider in your house is one that is drunk off their butt. Drunk spiders also tend to be angry to the point of throwing things. Nobody has time for that.

2. Douse the spider in coffee: The problem with this method, besides depleting our coffee stash, would be that it’d make the spider way too jittery and would run around even faster and would be harder to catch and release out the door. Or it would become so jittery, it’d explode. Then you’d have a mess on your hands. Then you’d have to go to trauma counseling.

3. The Catapult: This next method would require two people. One person grabs a spoon and puts the spider on it (I’m also thinking this method wouldn’t have worked since the spider in question was bigger than the spoon heads I have-I guess I could have grabbed a ladle) So you grab a ladle, put the spider in the ladle–maybe use tongs to get it on the ladle, unless you are brave and can grab it with your bare hands. Ok, the spider is on the ladle. Stand about a foot away from the door. Tip the head of the ladle back, creating a sort of catapult. Have the other person quickly open the door as you fling the head of ladle/spoon forward, propelling the spider out of the spoon/ladle and into the outside where you no longer have to deal with it. I can’t think of any drawback from this method except you have to work fast and it takes more than one person. The spider may pass out once it hits the pavement, but should recover fairly quickly.

So there you go….methods for getting rid of a spider when smooshing it is not an option. I hope you find this list helpful.



*slight over-reaction meme appears courtesy:

PS: Hours after this uploaded, the blogger was sitting in her living-room when ANOTHER of the same spider was seen scurrying across the carpet, from the same direction as the first. Causing much panic and fear, reinforcements were called in to catch the spider after it disappeared from view. Now this blogger can add another way to get rid of spiders: Stabbing them with the sharp end of an umbrella. But there is no way she’s going back behind the couch to retrieve the carcass. Lord have mercy! 

Cosmetics Without Fear: Putting Your Best Face Forward

Being healthy is something I’ve always strived for. When I was a kid, I watched my dad diet and exercise religiously. My mom even made sure we had plenty of fruits and vegetables and other healthy foods to eat. The most famous line at our house was, when telling mom we were hungry, she’d always say, “We have bananas!” Because of this, to the day I love anything banana flavored. Yep, you’re right, I could have easily gone the other direction. 😀

Several years ago I went through a phase where I wanted to use as many natural products as possible. I read an article about how lots of US cosmetics companies use lead in their lipsticks and how it was supposedly causing cancer in women. Of course this terrified me, I tossed out my lipsticks and vowed to replace them with more natural options. One thing led to another and I was suddenly thrust into all things natural. I began frequenting a specific website that rates personal care products for how much “toxicity” they had. I threw out creams and lotions in my attempt to become healthier. 

This went on for several years. In that time a good friend and mentor of mine was diagnosed and succumbed to cancer. On one of the natural websites I was a part of, a member, who knew about my friend, implied that she died because she didn’t use enough natural products. Knowing this was not the case, that conversation was a turning point for me.

I had been so preoccupied with trying to live a stringent, natural life that I was forgetting to enjoy the time I had. To live without the fear that everything around me could do me in. 

Nowadays I still incorporate natural elements into my beauty routine, but I enjoy wearing makeup. I do look at the ingredients now, but I’m more concerned with allergens that’ll cause me to break out-I have sensitive skin-not whether or not I’ll get cancer. And the natural products I do use (olive oil as makeup remover and coconut oil and coffee grounds as an exfoliant) are more out of convenience than anything. They were already sitting around on my shelves at home. 

So if you are overwhelmed by all the chatter about what’s really in the products you use, take a deep breath. Then step away from the research and go walk your dog or take your spouse out on a date. And enjoy your life. You only get one.

Remember, you aren’t alone! 



**Meme that’ll make you go, “eww!” appears courtesy: