Blogger Reboot…..Please Hold **Cue elevator muzak **

It happened yesterday. I was writing a post for my blog and it just wasn’t coming. I also had an overwhelming feeling of being overwhelmed. Like I was standing in the middle of a giant bowl of uncooked bread dough. And I was slowly sinking into the gooeyness (Anyone else feel the need for a cinnamon roll right about now? πŸ˜› ). After a chat with a good friend of mine who has several books under her belt, I realized what I needed to do.

I need to take a blogging/writing break. Just for a few days to reboot my system.

In the meantime, here are a few blogging friends of mine that would love your visit:

1. https://hashtagsareforfootballfields.wordpress.comΒ  (my cousin Emily is as hilarious as she is wise)




Ok kids, I guess that’s all for today. I’ll see you back here in a few days. While you are here visiting, if you could please clean up any mess that you make I’d really appreciate it.

Oh and if you don’t mind, can you make sure one of you waters my piranha plant at least once per day? His name is George and despite his outward appearance, he just wants to be your friend. I promise. πŸ˜‰




LAFF: BONUS BLOG!! Where I Tell You About a Poor Life Choice…..

So last night on the way home from work, I stopped into our local Cracker Barrel to peruse the candyΒ  selection (I had a chocolate craving and am currently eating my chocolate purchase whilst writing this blog). One particular candy caught my eye and I had to buy it.

Toxic Waste Hazardously Sour Candy.

Chad and I first saw this candy while watching one of our favorite channels on Youtube called Babyteeth4. These sisters review candy from all over the world and have eaten Toxic Waste Hazardously Sour Candy on numerous occasions. The candy comes in a small plastic yellow container that looks like a drum can that you’d dump waste into. Around the top edges, there is plastic green goo oozing out.


The first challenge was to open the container. It took two of us to figure it out. To my chagrin, I discovered that each piece of candy was individually wrapped. Seemed to me pretty wasteful. They come in lemon, black cherry, apple and one lone blue raspberry. I feel like they need to refine their quality control process. Maybe.

Now I have tried sour candies in the past and honestly, the ones that were supposed to be really sour didn’t really do much for me. Like Shock Tarts and Sour Patch Kids and even War Heads were sour tasting to me, but they weren’t so overly sour that I couldn’t handle it. So last night when I popped in a piece of Toxic Waste candy, my expectations were pretty low. After all, this is supposed to be for kids, right? So how bad could it be??

Here is that answer in picture form:

toxic waste candy reaction

Guys, it was bad. Now there is a guide on the back of the container that asks, “How long can you keep one in your mouth?” It then has time increments as follows:

15 Seconds -Total Wuss
30 Seconds – Cry Baby
45 Seconds – Toxie Wannabe
60 Seconds – Full Toxie Head

So according to the chart I must be a bada** now because I kept that little piece of sour hell in my mouth until it was gone. But was it worth it? Even with my new found bada**ery?

I’m not really sure, but at least I got a blog out of it. πŸ˜€

Feline Weight Loss Update & I Tell You What I Have For Breakfast….

We are in, what, week 3 of operation Honey I Shrank the Cat (naturally by healthy food and small portions). Things are going well. We are slowly getting used to smaller portion sizes and set meal times. We haven’t quite figured out that both bowls of food in front of us are not all for us, but we are learning. And we’ve discovered the wonders of canned pumpkin.

When we initially went to the vet several weeks ago, they recommended we give the oldest canned pumpkin to give her more fiber. The hiccup in the plan is that she isn’t fond of wet food, so I was skeptical that she’d want canned pumpkin.

I was very pleasantly surprised. She lapped it up lickety-split. She takes a teaspoon twice a day, so there is quite a lot left over, but I’ve found a solution for that.

The first time I gave her the canned pumpkin, I got to thinking that if it helped cats bowels, perhaps it’d do the same for people. I put a spoonful in my cheerios the next day, and sure enough, I got the results I wanted. πŸ˜‰

So since then I’ve improved upon my concoction and today I thought I’d share it with you. Ladies and gentlemen, I bring you Pumpkin Spice Cheerios (dear Cheerios makers, I know you have more than half a dozen flavors of Cheerios and it’s really only a matter of time before you hop on the pumpkin spice train, but when you do, can you do me a solid and credit me and my blog? Thanks! πŸ˜› ) :

Pour some Cheerios into a bowl. Top with a generous dollop of canned pumpkin and sprinkle brown sugar and cinnamon over the top. Add milk and enjoy your fiberous breakfast creation!


Beyond Tupperware…..Give Your Best Challenge…

The other day I was helping Chad get ready for work by packing his lunch. Occasionally he’ll pack up leftover pizza to eat later when work isn’t so busy. We’ve gotten into a habit of putting it in a deep Tupperware container that has a fancy lid that snaps into place on all sides (it’s square). It’s our fanciest piece of Tupperware and definitely a favorite. When it wasn’t in its usual spot or the three back up locations, the following conversation took place:

Me: “Honey, have you seen the good Tupperware that we keep your pizza for work?”

Chad: “Nope. Did we lend it out to somebody?”

Me: “I don’t think so. We aren’t that stupid.”

I immediately felt convicted.

Did I just seriously say that I’d not lend out or donate anything we have if it’s considered by me to be “the best one” or a “favorite”?

I thought about this further. In much of our 1st world culture, we hear things like, “donate your gently used (fill in the blank)” to whatever charity. Or when we hear of a community need, we look through our closet for things we don’t wear anymore, doesn’t matter if it is in good condition or especially stylish. And we walk away knowing that we’ve done a good deed.

But I have a challenge for all of us, including myself.

What if the next time someone asks to borrow something or a donation call is given, instead of looking for items that will “make do” why don’t we go out of our way to give our “favorite” or “best”? What would it be like if we gave without worrying about the value of the item? And focus more on the needs of others in the community.

So if you ever want borrow our best piece of Tupperware, you are more than welcome.

Assuming I can ever find it. πŸ˜‰


LAFF On Thursday: Rejected Blog Follower Names…..

With the production of my upcoming book and my new blog domain name, I decided it was time to give all of my followers a name. After taking a very scientific poll on my facebook page, inviting anyone to submit a suggestion, one name stood out above the rest. So from now on my followers will be referred to as Anxienistas (pronounced ang-za-nistas). Why? Because you can still be fabulous while living with anxiety. Oh and this also applies to my male followers even though the name may seem a bit too feministy. Because real men aren’t afraid to confidently embrace their feminine side. πŸ˜‰

In the process of coming up with a name for my subscribers, I did come up with some names that I’ve summarily rejected. Today I share them here for the humor value.

You are welcome! πŸ˜›

1. Lulabelle’s Lovelies: eh, I did like this one, but it sounds a bit juvenile and a bit too frou-frou

2. Lulabelle’s Lame-O’s: So yeah, probably not the best name to foster healthy mental healthness. Let’s move on…..

3. Lulabelle’s Lugnuts! (It has to have the exclamation mark): My blog is also not mechanically minded and I probably shouldn’t start changing it now so this one is out.

4. Lulabelle’s Land Lubbers: I’m not a pirate soooo…this one is walkin’ the plank πŸ˜‰ πŸ˜€ I did once dress up as a pirate for some sort of presentation in high school during a class trip. But the photo is buried deep in our archives. Stay tuned.

5. Lulabelle’s Lemmings: That’s just mean. We don’t even keep kool-aid in the house (not as a rule, we just don’t happen to have any right now πŸ˜› ) I’m also scared of heights so I’d never willingly lead you off a cliff or bridge.

Happy Weekend!! πŸ˜€