SNOW

I have been stuck at my parents' house in Jersey for what has felt like forever. It has been grand! Seriously, it has. No sarcasm there. Well, mostly grand. But I have learned quite a few things during my snow-stay:

Being snowed in has made me fat. All we have in the house are Christmas leftovers. Mix that in with boredom and fatness ensues. Last night I sat down with a beer, pepperoni, chips, Helluva Good dip, and cookies. Why not? But now I am fat.

Dad has been holding out on me. Apparently Midas Touch is like the most awesome of the Dogfish Head beers. Did he tell me? No. But I found out tonight after spending 1.5 hours traveling for what should have taken 5 minutes!!!!! I deserve the MIDAS! Hm. Ok then.

The Guilianna and Bill marathon on Style was awesome. So was the Bridezilla marathon. And How I Met Your Mother. Along the same lines, Brett Favre is ridiculous but SNL skits about him are hilarious. Open-fly Wranglers anyone?

Sadie, the dog, is terrified of snow and it's pretty entertaining.

Caleb, the kid, is not so terrified of snow and it's pretty exhausting.

In fact, Caleb loved the snow so much he was willing to let go of all his little boy pride and wear a hot pink snow suit with hot pink light-up boots. (What? I was unprepared!)

Storm Troopers are the best! (Kept said kid happy for hours while not wearing pink suit and boots.)

When Caleb cries his nose still scrunches up like it did when he was a newborn. It melts me.

My mom and dad are still the best people to be cooped up with. I love feeling like I am home.

That being said, I miss Maryland! And I think that is pretty phenomenal.

I learned a lot about me. I am complex and yet embarrassingly simple. Somehow I will take control of all this crap running inside of me. But I realized today that I have been sad for a very long time and I am done being sad. I don't know if it means anything or will do anything, but I am deciding to not be sad anymore.

And while this is not new knowledge, but just reconfirmed 1000X more:

I HATE SNOW!

An Open Letter

Dear NJ Turnpike,

I thank you so much for the hour long bumper to bumper wonderment I was forced to experience this evening. Though, I must say, the effect it had on my child was simply exhilarating. He was filled with intriguing, thoughtful questions such as, "Are we there yet?" "When will we get there?" and "Why can't you just honk your horn and make the cars move?" Oh, how I loved every second! And yet, that wasn't enough! No, you blessed me with a large van flying up the shoulder which nearly killed me and my "your answer isn't good enough, Mom!" son. Naturally, an expletive flew out of my mouth causing my son (oooo, how I love him) to ask, "Are you on the naughty list?" So, thanks again NJ Turnpike. I am now officially another jaded Jersey driver. On the naughty list.

Merry Christmas! #&#&#^ &#^@&*# &&#*@#&@*#*@#&

Love,
Lyndsay

Cheers!

Tonight I poured a glass of wine and toasted myself. Listen, since I moved down here I have experienced some severe ups and downs. I have woken up feeling like I made the absolute right decision in moving down here to lovely Maryland. And I have woken up not wanting to get out of bed because I just couldn't imagine facing another day of the biggest mistake of my life. I never knew how I would feel when I opened my eyes. There was no trigger. No rhyme or reason. It just was. But lately, there has been a shift. I am beginning to see what God is doing here.

A. Caleb and I have the most incredible relationship. It is no where near perfect. For instance, tonight I threw toys around his room because he opted for bed at 6:30 pm instead of cleaning his room. But it is awesome. He said recently said to me, "Hey, Mom. We're going to be together forever." And you know what? No matter what, he's exactly right. How lucky am I?

B. I am doing things I would never normally do. I am putting myself out there and meeting people. Doing things. Making friends. And I am loooooving it.

C. I am learning to love the country. I get the allure of farms and cows and fields of nothing but nothing. It's beautiful. (Let me insert, this area is also very built up. So, I get the best of both worlds.) Now I want wide open spaces.

D. I am getting braver. And stronger. And prouder. This is good...this is very good.

I pray this lasts............

I have a feeling there is a whole lot of change coming. A whole lot of good change. If I can just let Him work.... Pray that I do. If there is one thing I learned from moving down here it's this: shut up and let God do.

Because nobody commented

Yes, it is sad. No one commented on my last blog post about...well, read it!...and so I stopped writing. Uh. Yeah. And I don't have anything particularly interesting to say now other than I think I need to start doing this again. So, I'm gonna. Comments or not! Ha! (That "ha" was to me, not you.)

But I promise dear readers...all three of you...one of which is my mom... My days here since I have moved to Maryland have been eventful and therefore, rest assure you will be entertained. I am 27 and finally living on my own with a 5 year old who has a personality the size of Alaska. Yes, Alaska. It is relevant. He insisted on watching the Palins on TLC tonight and now wants to visit lovely Sarah and go fishing with her.

So, stick with me. You might even want to leave a comment! Or not. Whatever.