by Joey | May 20, 2013 | Throwback
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Family: that’s your cue to click out.
I wish I’d known about Bedsider when it was my time to make birth control decisions. I don’t know how it went for y’all, but for me? It was crazy confusing and overwhelming. There are so many different methods with their own scary list of side effects. The doctor pumped me full of technical information, and I left the office feeling no less prepared to make a decision than when I’d walked in.
How do I know which method is best for me?
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I used the pill for many, many years. I only found one brand that left me feeling great, and that was yaz, but I got off of that when all those scary commercials aired. The pill worked for me, but I was a crazy person on it. My moods were all over the place, and I felt nauseated almost every single day. I hated feeling like I wasn’t in control of my body. And because of those side effects, I was wary to try any method that involved hormones (the shot, ring, etc). I finally made the decision to get off the pill, and I went right back to my normal self! I currently pay very close attention to my cycle and keep tabs on what my body is doing: this is also known as the natural-family planning method.
I love the freedom of not having to keep tabs on my pills. But when I was on the pill, they could be found in my bedside drawer.
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What’s in my bedside drawer?
1.Bible: you know, just because.
2.Ear Plugs: the husband snores something terrible.
3. Allergy meds: to take at night to ward off those morning allergy headaches.
4. Sleep Mask: the hub likes to watch TV before bed sometimes
5.Heel Cream: because I can’t stand rough heels
6. Burts Bees: to ward off dry lips
7. Antacids: the husband and I both suffer from crazy heartburn
8. EOS: because sometimes just one lip balm isn’t enough
9.Magazine: so I can pretend to be up to date on trends
find the full list of what can be found in my bedside drawer here
What does my bedside drawer say about me?
Oh, crap.
I’m a boring old married lady.
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by Joey | May 8, 2013 | Throwback
**I wrote this post last year–almost exactly a year ago. It’s still the very best piece of advice I can give anyone. I hope despite this being a repeat post you’ll take the time to read it. I promise you you won’t regret it.**
Dear person in any kind of relationship:
A little advice. I don’t typically go there, but sometimes it just needs to be done. I consider myself a relationships writer, and if that’s the case, then this post just needs to be written.
None of us are perfect. There are things, I’m sure, that each of us would like to change about our significant other. One of mine, for instance, is I wish he’d come to bed habitually every night instead of innocently falling asleep on the couch while watching TV. I’m sure he’d wish I’d nag him less, especially about the falling asleep on the couch thing.
Your significant other is bound to annoy the crap out of you every now and again. It wouldn’t be natural if they didn’t. They may piss you off, too. And unfortunately, they may occasionally hurt your feelings. It simply just happens sometimes.
You’re going to fight. You’re not going to see eye to eye on everything. Someone is going to go over budget sometimes or forget to make the bed. That’s totally normal.
But do me a favor. NO, do yourselves, your relationship and your significant other a favor and fight carefully.
Fight carefully? What the heck does that mean, you might be asking.
Fight productively. Fight nicely. Do not EVER let something slip from your lips that you cannot take back. Do no purposely hurt the people you love because you are angry or upset. It is never okay to make derogatory remarks to another person, especially someone you’ve committed your life to.
How do I do that, you might be wondering. Implement a filter. Hear what you’re going to say in your head before you speak it. Ask yourself if it’s really worth saying. Ask yourself if saying it is going to be productive to solving the issue at hand or if it’s just going to hurt the person you love.
I’m no expert. But I was hurt a lot in the past by a boy. A boy who made a habit of putting me down so he felt better about himself. What kind of jerk makes a hobby or talking to another person like that? Mr. Husband and I are guilty of fighting. In fact, we used to be that couple on vacations that our friends would roll their eyes at. We still fight, but I’d like to think we’ve come a long way since then.
Also, keep the fight simple. If you’re fighting about the refrigerator, leave the dishwasher, washer and dryer out of it. Solve the fridge issue and move on to the next. If next week you find yourself fighting about the dishwasher, leave the fridge out of it. Don’t keep bringing up old fights. That will absolutely plague your life. I’m not kidding. That can get seriously exhausting.
Just try to be courteous. Yes, even while you’re fighting. You’ll find it’s much more productive and you can go back to being those nauseating love birds quicker.
Sincerely,
Someone whose been there
by Joey | May 5, 2013 | Throwback
**I know the rules say ONE, but that’s not happening! ha**
I actually just recently did this. Without being prompted. And I called it a
God Thing. But these two women came into my life just when I needed them most. And the funny thing is, I didn’t even realize until they were there how much I really needed them.
Courtney and
Myra. I haven’t a clue what I would do without you. My days would be so lonely. I feel so supported all day every day, no matter what’s going on that day. I absolutely love how random and silly we end up being all day long. It’s like every day is “lunch time” in middle school. Our constant conversation is something I look forward to daily. You girls. You’re the best.
Despite the fact that the three of us live across the US–we “hang out” weekly!
Thanks, Google Hangout!
Bailey is all set and waiting for her friends!
Another cool thing: my IRL Charlotte BFF is moving to San Diego at the beginning of next month.
She didn’t know anyone there!
Well… NOW SHE DOES!
Sweet Courtney offered to meet up with Amber while Amber was in town for interviews.
Worlds: colliding!
And to just think–if it weren’t for blogging I wouldn’t have a clue who these girls are. And the likelihood that I’d ever meet them would be very slim. TX, NC and CA aren’t exactly close by 😉
Love you girls!!
Don’t forget to sign up for the summer survival swap that I’m hosting with the very sweet girl mentioned in this post!
by Joey | May 2, 2013 | Throwback
So, I asked my husband what are things that I know a lot about.
His answers: make up. nail polish. cleaning. kids.
Fair answers, husband. Fair answers.
But in all seriousness, lately I know a thing or two about self doubt. What do you guys do for a living? Do you all wake up, get dressed and go about your day with drive and focus certain of what is expected of you each day with a targeted goal in mind? Okay, good. Because I have similar mornings. I wake up. I get dressed. But then I sit and stew in my self doubt. I’m a writer. Or cough gag choke I’m a person who writes all day. But my real career is worrying and doubting. I’m unpublished. Not because I’ve been rejected. It’s because I haven’t tried yet. I am absolutely terrified of the process of querying an agent. I am really good, though, at convincing myself not to try. I’m really good at finding new distractions. I’m twenty six years old. I went to school for writing. I graduated, and within a year I wrote a book. But instead of doing something with that book I…
…answered phones at a financial office
…sold advertising for a newspaper
…sold sunshine as a manager at a tanning salon
…booked appointments at an orthodontists office
…input data at a warehouse
…waited tables
…went back to selling sunshine
…changed a lot of dirty diapers.
…hosted people at a restaurant
…rented out apartments
…baked, decorated and sold cupcakes
…Changed more dirty diapers. And cleaned up a lot of vomit.
So if you need advice about getting a book published, you should probably look elsewhere. BUT if you need advice on how to land random, odd jobs that have absolutely nothing to do with your career of choice, I’m your girl. I know all about that.
Now, if you’ll excuse me. I have a blank document to stare at for the rest of the day. Some day it’ll magically transform into a query letter, right? Let’s hope.
Beeeee sure to stop by and sign up for our summer survival swap! It’s lots of fun and myra, courtney and I would LOVE to have you!
by Joey | Apr 24, 2013 | Throwback
Last you all knew, George was very sick just before we left Charlotte. What you don’t know is that he sprung back better than ever after that. He was like we’d never seen him. He was social and energetic and playful. We got some bonus time with him. And it’s time that we cherish.
George is Mr. Husband’s childhood cat. He’s seen him through high school, college, engagement, marriage, so on and so forth. When George finally came to live with us in Athens shortly after we got married, our house seemed complete.
Mr. Husband’s little buddy passed away last night. He was fine until he wasn’t. He wasn’t sick. He didn’t suffer long, and we had twenty four hours to prepare ourselves. There is little sadder than losing a pet. And our sweet George will be missed so very badly.
George,
You were the best and most loyal little buddy for J.
I’ll miss your silent meow,
and J won’t know what to do with his whole pillow.
We love you.
Be at rest, Georgia kitty.
