Tag Archives: Honesty

A Valentine’s Day Warning…

It’s Valentine’s Day!

If you want my honest opinion… (I know some of you probably don’t. I apologize in advance.) I find the holiday to be overrated. Yes, I said it. Over. Rated. (Okay, I know that’s one word. I was going for emphasis.)

I’ve always felt that way about it though. It’s just an opinion. If you enjoy it, then that’s great.

If you’re single, and you’re watching all these loving couples celebrate each other and find yourself thinking, I want what they have.

No you don’t.

You want love, and I genuinely hope you find it someday. But please, whatever you do, don’t want what you see on social media. Social media is not an accurate portrayal of what love is. And I’m sure you know that. But this is just a reminder. You don’t know what happens behind those closed doors. It’s sweet, and it’s cute, and it’s loving, and adorable… but that’s what they choose to present to you. You don’t see the ugly stuff.

Love should be celebrated, and it’s incredibly special. But… I see people leave comments on statuses and pictures that say, I want what you have. I want a love like yours. And that’s a dangerous line of thinking. If only because you don’t have any idea what their relationship is actually like.

For example, I dated a guy for years, who was a world-class jerk. And people thought we were cute, and they thought, what an adorable little couple. I’d like to have a relationship like that. Let me just say, I came out of it battered, and broken, and a completely different person than I was when I went into it. And not in a good way. But no one saw that happening, because I didn’t share it. Some of the stories I could tell, would stun the living daylights out of people, because there was never an inkling about what was going on when no one was looking. And if those same people that said, I want what they have, had actually seen what we had…. they would have said, Aw hell no, I don’t want that.

I’m not saying every relationship you see is a bad one. I may have dated an awful guy, but I married a good one. So I know there are better relationships to be had. All I’m saying, is be very careful when looking at what other people present to the world, and wishing you had it. Or feeling down because you don’t.

Instead, if you want to wish for love, that’s okay, just don’t wish for what you see someone else with. Wish for the right one for you, because yours is never going to look identical to anyone else’s.

And one other thing. Do not, under any circumstances, settle, because you’re looking around and see all these relationships and you want one, too.

That world-class jerk I mentioned? Had I settled for less than I deserved because I wanted some happily ever after that I saw others around us getting… I would have made a horrible mistake and ruined my life.

You know what I figured out? It was okay to be single. It was okay to be alone. It was okay to be by myself until the right person came along. Was that terrifying for me at the time? Yes. Was I lonely some days? Yes. Was I scared I’d spend forever alone? Yes.

But it was better than making the mistake of marrying the wrong man.

Just don’t let today get in your head and mess with you. That’s all. I know it can be hard for a lot of people.

Anyway, I’m going to kick back and watch Tangled and finish my Oreo milkshake. (Just like a child, rather than the 29 year old adult that I am.)

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Heather.

I Will Not Eat The Bacon…

Unpopular opinion: Bacon is nasty. It does not taste good, does not smell good, is just… Not good.

I feel like that’s such a controversial thing to say. People seem to love bacon. When I tell people I don’t like it, they’re shocked. Stunned. Can’t believe I don’t love bacon. And I’m always thinking, but…but…but… Ewww! 😂

There seems to be a universal love for it. I don’t think anyone I know personally as ever agreed with me about bacon’s lack of deliciousness or usefulness. They always look at me like I’m a crazy person. But in reality, I’m pretty certain I’m the sane one.

I watch a new little cooking channel on YouTube and the guy is always throwing bacon in recipes for fun, cooking perfectly good food in bacon grease, and saying things like who doesn’t love bacon? And I’m over on the other side of the screen shouting, me!! Me! Me! Me! I don’t! You’re ruining that hamburger sir! 😂 (He seems like a decent fellow, he just, ya know, has faulty taste buds. 😂)

So there’s an unpopular opinion for y’all today! See ya later!

Heather! ❤️

Just Another Day …

Today, Tuesday (when I’m writing this), was a typical day in the life.

I worked, I did laundry, I cleaned the kitchen, I watched a little bit of tv, and that literally sums it up.

To add to that, I brought the plants in, so they don’t get frosted on. I put out more birdseed. Even opened up a window so the dog could watch the birds and squirrels outside. She loves that. ❤️

That’s literally it. I didn’t workout or cook anything. It was an off day for exercise, I had leftover enchiladas for lunch (that I made last night) and we had takeout for dinner.

All in all, it was a good day. See y’all later!

Heather. ❤️

Wild, Riveting Content…

I know you came here for the riveting content I consistently put out. Well, you’re in luck, have I got some for you!

My Saturday went like this… I woke up. Late. On purpose. What can I say? I like to sleep in. I watched tv. I whipped up some homemade peanut butter cookies. Wasted time on the internet. Let the dog out, then made her come back in because she was barking at the neighbors all rude-like. We taught her manners, she’s just… ya know… stubborn. I watched more tv. I worked out. I watched some YouTube videos. I made grits and eggs for dinner. Wasted a little more time on the internet. Then, and only then, did I pop open my computer to get some work done. That was two hours ago. So I’ve spent roughly two hours writing, while only eating one peanut butter cookie during that time, and taking only this one break right now, where I’m typing up this nice, fancy blog post.

Nice, huh?

If you’re disappointed, well, clearly you didn’t know this was what my riveting content consists of. I guess I could have tried to hype it a little. Tell you that I watched a documentary about a whole pirate island that sank to the bottom of the ocean! Or that our outdoor critters ate all the corn off their little corncobs today! That’s right, that happened. Oh, and if you want a really interesting tidbit, I washed the dishes after baking cookies instead of letting them sit in the sink! (gasp!!)

This, folks, is my glamours life. 😉

Now I’m going to do some more fascinating things… Like more work, take a shower, watch more tv, go to sleep. Stuff like that. 😘 — See y’all later!

Heather. ❤️

Vacation… Writing… Day 17…

I actually got some writing done today. We’ve been on vacation, so I feel like that’s a good excuse for not getting much done the last few days. As far as work goes, that is. I did plenty of other things. 😂

I did keep up with blogging though. A post a day, just like I said I’d do. Day 17! 👍

Next week will return to normal, so it’ll be the same grind. Work, work, work…. more work. But until then, I’mma enjoy it.

I told y’all in yesterday’s post that my big ol’ dog whipped her head back and caught me in the chin. I told y’all it hurt, too. Just so you know… still hurts. 😂. I have a small bruise and my jaws are sore, all the way up into my ears. Lol. I told my husband, I was like, she basically assaulted me! 😂 — (She better be glad she’s cute and doesn’t know the first thing about malicious intent… Otherwise, well… Oh, nevermind. We all know my threats are empty when it comes to the dog. 😂)

Anyway, I think I’m going to call it a day now. Maybe climb in bed and watch the history channel. See you all tomorrow!

Heather. ❤️

Absolutely Nothin’….

I have nothin’ to say.

I’m tired. My 85lb dog just whipped her head back and caught me under the chin… I don’t know if y’all know this… but that crap hurts. So now I’m sore and I have nothing to blog about.

I may try to get a little work done later tonight, or I may not. I don’t know yet. I may just sit around and pout because I hurt now. 😂

I think my husband is going to build us a little campfire, so that’s nice. 🔥

Other than that, I’ve got nothin’. See ya tomorrow!

Here’s a little picture I took today! ❤️

Heather! ❤️

9 Years, Carrots, & A Marriage! (Mine! ❤️)

One of my biggest fears before I got married…. What if I wake up one day and realize I made a mistake? What if I wake up one day and realize I got it wrong? What then?

9 years. I met my husband 9 years ago.

8 years. We got engaged 8 years ago.

7 years. We got married 7 years ago.

My husband peels the carrots. I know you’re thinking… what does that have to do with anything?

Everything.

Because a marriage is made up of so many moving pieces and parts, and you’ll miss the small things sometimes, not realizing how valuable they are.

He peels the carrots and the potatoes and the other veggies because it takes me forever to do it. It literally takes me three times as long. Sometimes I’ll ask him to. Other times, like tonight, he’ll pop into the kitchen, see me with a bag of carrots, grin, and offer to do it for me.

And it’s not just the carrots. That’s only one piece of a giant puzzle.

Before I met my husband, after one long, disastrous relationship, followed by one I was only in because I was so broken from the one before it, and then a string of lousy dates after that one… I told God I was done. I was through. I couldn’t take it anymore. I was in a Bi-Lo parking lot when I stepped out of the car to go into the store, and I just sort of stopped there, just beside the car. And I said, “Whoever he is, wherever he is… I’m waiting on You. Whenever that is. You just let me know.”

3 months later I met Jeremy. And something just clicked. I didn’t know then what that something was, just that when I sat down with him for the very first time, it felt right.

At the time we were two very selfish people that had a lot of growing to do. As do most couples. But it was the beginning of something. I didn’t hear God telling me no, so I went with it.

We dated, fell in love, got engaged, but before we got married I almost walked away. And God finally spoke. He said, “Don’t you dare.”

And I knew. I knew then that God had sent him. — I also knew that if I let him, the devil would tear it all slap apart.

I was still scared. I still wondered, in the back of my mind, what if I’m making a mistake?

I didn’t make a mistake. Every single day I wake up and fall more and more in love with my husband.

He peels carrots while I snap green beans, both of us talking, laughing, joking.

He smiles, and just like the first time I met him, I still get a little lost in it.

I know carrots don’t seem like a big deal, but even now, nearly a decade later, we’re still a team. When it’s the small things, like vegetables… And when it’s the bigger things, whatever they may be. Doesn’t matter.

We still click. Both of us sliding into place like puzzle pieces. Right where we belong.

We still have a long way to go. Nine years is only a dent in a lifetime, but God knows what He’s doing, and I know He did this. So long as we stick with Him, all the way, all the time, I know we’ll always be fine. ❤️

So here is a nice, blurry selfie I forced my husband to pop in and smile for! 😘

Love y’all!

When Your Mom Is Your Best Friend…

I’m aware of the immense amount of blessings I’ve been given, and so, so incredibly grateful for each & every one of them.

One of those blessings just so happens to be my Mom. I realize that not everyone has the kind of relationships with their parents that I have with mine. I am, more than I could ever say, blessed beyond reason in that department. And it’s one of the things I’ll always be eternally grateful for.

Not all mothers & daughters become friends, much less best friends. But God didn’t just give me a mom, He also gave me my closest friend. — Next to my husband, of course. 😉

Growing up I don’t think I ever thought that would be the case. My mom was not my best friend when I was a child, and certainly not when I was a teen who thought I knew better than she did. (I didn’t by the way, know better than she did. Turned out she was wiser than 16 year old Heather ever knew.)

But over time she became more than a mom. She became a confidante, a shoulder to cry on, a sounding board, advice giver, trusted secret keeper, cheerleader, shopping pal, supporter, defender, late-night chit-chatter… she became a friend. A best friend. The kind most people don’t have many of.

We laugh, we joke, we gossip… sure, you’re not supposed to, but we all do it.. I’ll admit it. We call each other up & talk for hours. We make spur of the moment dinner plans, just because we can. We play board games, & half the time end up laughing until we’re crying because we crack each other up. We band together, against the rest of the world, if that’s what we have to do. We see each other all the time, but you’ll still find us next to each other at every holiday get-together, because… duh! If we’re having a bad day, we pick up the phone. We talk about it. Somebody’s getting on my nerves? My mama knows. She been knew! Drive her insane? I’ve got the details. I done been told! 😉

You disrespect my Mama? It’s going to take all God’s got to keep me in line.

You want to know why that is? Because she’s not just any kind of mom, or any kind of friend. She’s the kind of mom that took all my crap over the years. Listened to all my angry rants, aimed at her, when I was mad & couldn’t see past myself. The kind that I’m sure I hurt, over & over again, & yet… to this day… she’s not holding a grudge for all the heartache I’m sure I caused her over the years. No, she’s on the phone with me for hours at a time, laughing, and joking, and talking. & I know that’s a Mom thing, too… but it’s also a friend thing. & I, blessed as I am, recognize that I have both of those all wrapped up in one.

Every time I’m at the grocery store, I call her up… How long do you steam carrots for? Is it raining there? What’s the difference in all the different colored onions? I put watermelon in my cart, you know I’m probably not going to eat it? Should I get it or just put it back? I hear a kid screaming. I change my mind. I don’t want kids anymore. What brand of olive oil? There’s like a hundred to choose from! Pre-cut peppers? Or should I just buy the peppers & cut them up myself? Frozen or fresh? Oh, frozen? Nah. I’m getting fresh.

I really wouldn’t trade it for anything.

I have a good mom. I have a great mom. I’m biased, but I’ll tell you right now, I’ve got one of the best. (One of the best dad’s, too!) I didn’t think that when I was younger. They wouldn’t let me do anything. — Oh, you want to go there? NO. Oh, you want to stay out later than curfew? NO. Oh, what’s that boy’s name? DON’T CARE! NO. Oh, a party? NO. Do I know their parents? NO? THEN NO. —- Haha… it’s funny now. But it wasn’t then. No, that was the bane of every teenagers existence, and I can tell you that this teenager didn’t appreciate it.

Oh, I appreciate it now, and I respect it.

But the tide has turned. I’ve grown up, and what a parent is to their adult children, well that’s a whole different ball game.

My Mama can’t tell me what to do anymore, (Well, she can, but I don’t have to listen.) but she doesn’t have to. I willingly seek her advice. I want it. Tell me what to do. Give me the answers. Allllll the answers. 😉

I have more respect, and love, for my Mama than she will ever know. For the wonderful mom she’s been my entire life, all the sacrifices, the moments where she set herself to the side, for me. I have memories that I will cherish for as long as I live, & that means the world to me.

And the beautiful thing about having a mom who is also your best friend? The memories just keep on coming. It’s twice the love, twice the laughter, twice the joy. It’s extra special.

She had no idea when I was born, if this is how things would turn out. But she hoped & prayed for it. That I’d be her little girl as a child, and her best friend as an adult. — She got her wish, and I was given far more than I could ever have hoped for.

I am so thankful to God for what I’ve been given. All the blessings. On this night, however, here’s a shout out to my Mama. — Love you. Always. Friends forever! ❤️

Heather!

Singing With Ol’ Timmy!

Nostalgic moment forthcoming! — I’m going to take you back in time.

Picture it.

1997. Seven year old Heather. Stringy brown hair, bangs, bright blue eyes, old t-shirt and a pair of, what were likely ugly shorts given the decade, running around outside, out in the country. No shoes. Barefoot.

Hot country hit on the radio. Tim McGraw & Faith Hill. It’s Your Love.

Because it was so catchy, and such a hit, seven year old Heather knew every single word. So she’d run around outside, belting it as loudly as she was capable of, but with so much heart, y’all.

Ahhhhh. I remember it like it was yesterday.

Today, 28 year old Heather is sitting in the middle of her living room floor, with a make-shift desk spread out before her, working… and simultaneously singing her heart out to “It’s Your Love,” with just as much passion as when she was just a seven year old little girl running around outside.

Still knows every word. Still feels those lyrics deep down in her soul.

Memories are a beautiful thing! We don’t even realize we’re making them, or how much they’ll stick with us, or mean to us, years and years down the road. But, boy are they something special.

Also, if you didn’t belt your heart out to “It’s Your Love”… you missed out! 😀

If you’re curious…. young Heather also knew all the words to “Whose Bed Have Your Boots Been Under” by Shania Twain. – Hahaha! I can still sing it without missing a beat. Along with “Strawberry Wine” and “Livin’ on Love.” — Y’all. I will forever be grateful that my dad always had country radio playing and that a thousand & one memories are now attached those songs. I get to relive them anytime I hear one. (Grateful to Mom, too. That Strawberry Wine was all her doing. 😉 )

Love Y’all!
Heather! 😀

Documentaries, Shopping, & Trash Day!

Nobody asked, but I thought I’d pop on & share some random facts about myself! — You’re all very welcome! 😂

Here goes…

1. I love documentaries! Not the preachy kind that are overly-annoying in their attempt to sway me one way or another… But the genuinely interesting kind that are educational & packed full of knowledge I’m unaware of. — I can watch them for hours on end & then I run around sharing all the things I’ve learned with my closest family & friends. Literally, I have engaged in nearly hour long text convos about things like super volcanoes, dirty rivers, & Australian wildlife. 😂 I’m sure all my peeps are incredibly grateful! 😂❤️

2. I love a cool, overcast, drizzly, rainy day! Those are the best for opening up the blinds & laying around in pajamas all day. 🌧️❤️

3. I will eat the same foods over & over, day in & day out… With very little variety. — I’m picky, I get in weird kicks where I only want one thing all the time… *Shrugs* it’s just a thing I do. 😊

4. I grocery shop in an erratic pattern. 😂. My mom & my husband get whiplash & shoot me dirty glares! — There’s no rhyme or reason to it… I just go all over the place, without a plan, the same isles repeatedly, accidentally missing others… Making quick abrupt turns that other people with me struggle to keep up with. 😂. It’s so bad the lovely Publix employees are like, “Hey again!” As I speed down the same isle for the 3rd or 4th time! 😂

5. The night before trash day I always send my husband a text before I go to bed reminding him to take the can to road in the morning! — That way he won’t forget & I won’t have to rush out the door all crazed & in a hurry, wearing God knows what kind of jammies that day, with ridiculous bed-head hair… Trying to beat the trash truck I can hear coming! All without being seen by said truck driver & my neighbors while looking so harried & frayed! 😂 I don’t like that challenge, not one bit.

If you found you had nothing better to do & spent some time getting to know me a bit better just now… Well, I’m glad for it! — If you feel like it, drop me a random fact about yourself. If you don’t feel like it, that’s okay, too. I’m just glad you stopped by! 😁❤️

Heather!