Two years ago almost to the day, I trekked twelve miles total downtown to pick up eight giant pallets which I then pushed back up a huge hill to our little California apartment. I borrowed a hand truck from a local furniture store to go back and forth from the shop where I was picking up the pallets to our apartment six times. Two days later I was in the hospital with a 104.4tell me the rest!
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So yesterday I took him to the doctor…
Thursday morning was the first time we’ve ever had to take my son to a doctor. Being in the essential oils business, there’s a lot of pressure to keep my kid healthy–that’s what my product is supposed to do, isn’t it? Yes. While I believe that “there’s an oil for that” in just about every circumstance, sometimes kids need doctors. I was honestly a little scared about taking my son totell me the rest!
To bless just one person a day
Last night, I asked my husband to pray that today would be a productive day. I asked him to pray that I would manage my time well and take initiative because since I work from home I don’t have a schedule and that makes it so easy to waste the day away. Now I’m sitting at my computer chatting with a new friend on Facebook and posting pictures of cupcakes intell me the rest!
Yes, I still call him Sexy Man
Can I just brag about my husband for a minute? I’m lying in bed under a heated blanket in the middle of the afternoon while he’s out there banging around in the kitchen (if he’s making dinner I’m going to have to come back here and brag even more) while our son crawls around banging on spoon and choking on what is more than likely pine needles we still havetell me the rest!
What makes this mama so redeemed?
When a visitor comes to my blog, I want them to see who I am, right from the very first thing they’ll notice–my blog name. This Redeemed Mama. It sums up who I am as a person, my identity. I am a wife. I am a mother. I am focused on living healthy and I have a passion for changing lives. I am a child of God. But why redeemed? As Itell me the rest!
Braised apple and cranberry turkey meatballs
With a hint of mint, sage, and essential oils. My husband will attest to the fact that any time we go out to eat and there is a meal containing both cranberries and turkey on the menu, I will order it. Growing up in Malaysia, turkey was extremely expensive and therefore became a huge luxury, and I absolutely adore how it pairs with sweet, tart cranberries. Add shredded onion andtell me the rest!
Adulting is not for adults
It would seem that nowadays an adult acting like an adult is an applaudable accomplishment–or a completely optional alternative to callowness. My Facebook newsfeed is filled with updates from my sweet college friends informing me that they still have to sing the alphabet song in their head to get the right letter #adulting. First three meals of 2017–donuts, Taco Bell, Pizza Hut #adulting. Won $5 on a scratch off so Itell me the rest!
Marrying at 18 is like leaving the party early
Not that I’ve ever been a partier, but I used to get annoyed when I heard that marrying young is like leaving the party early. Now I just laugh. Beauty sleep (and lots of it) is a necessity for me so I’ve always left parties early, but I guess after midnight is when all the “good stuff” happens. When you get married as a teenager, you miss out on all thetell me the rest!
The moral of the story: don’t try to outrun a vehicle tailing you
The trip went without a hitch until about 1,600 miles in when the huge black truck in front of me was only going 55 on a 55 single lane mountain highway. I had six hours to drive, and driving exactly the speed limit was simply unacceptable. 5 over is fine so 5 over is what I wanted to do. Far in the distance I saw a car speeding towards me buttell me the rest!
The Marine Corps: destroyer of idols
Last night I had the chance to see my husband for an hour. Sixty minutes. It was wonderful. Our situation really is great. First, getting to see him at all a huge gift because many wives don’t even get sixty minutes, sometimes for a year at a time. Second, he’s only gone for three weeks. You seasoned military wives are probably chuckling right now–three weeks is nothing in the Marinetell me the rest!