The Boys’ Easter Baskets

love Easter, and I am so excited to put together the boys’ baskets this year! Last year was the first year that Wacey sort of “got it” with the egg-hunting and such, so this year I know we’re going to have a ball. Plus, Buster’s *just* old enough to understand being excited about things, so I can’t wait.

Now, as much as I wish our Easters were full of pastels and gingham, I have two little boys and we live on a ranch, so ours are a little more…trucky? Is that an adjective? Because that’s what they are. I’ve tried adorable bunny things and Wacey’s just not into it. Buster will have to suffer through one more year because he’s a baby, though. If I had a Christmas Story bunny suit to dress him up in, you’d better bet I’d do it.

Anyways. Here’s what I’m thinking for the boys’ baskets this year! I tend to not go too crazy, since both of them have birthdays close(ish) to Easter and really don’t need any more stuff, plus I don’t want to establish Easter as a major gift-giving holiday because that’s just not how we roll. I’m sticking to books, jammies, and a few little fun things, plus bunny crackers and grahams. I’m not putting candy in their baskets because they’ll get plenty of that egg-hunting!

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Little Blue Truck Sticker Book: This will go in Wacey’s basket. We love Little Blue Truck, and Wace is all of a sudden into stickers, so this will be perfect for him to have and for me to regret buying as I pick stickers off of everything we own.

Little Blue Truck Beep Along Book: I’m putting this in Buster’s basket because it’s a board book that makes noise, but Wacey will likely be obsessed with it too. As mentioned above, LBT is one of our favorites. We have all the others (we’ve had several copies of the two main ones–we’ve read them so much I can recite them from memory, a skill of which I am not unproud).

Feed Bucket: Baskets don’t last five minutes with the wrecking balls that are my children, and we’ve somehow become short on “toy” feed buckets (my spidey senses tell me they’ve been promoted to non-toy feed buckets and have a new home in the barn, ahem) so two birds, meet one stone. And look at these colors! I didn’t even know they had pink or purple (white was all they had so that’s what I got), how cute would those be for Easter basket buckets? And I’m not going to say just for girls, because Wacey loves pink and purple is my dad’s favorite color, so…

Tractor Mac: This is our nod to a little more sophistication in the truck/tractor book world. Mac, like Little Blue, has books for all occasions, and they’re not annoying to read plus the illustrations are beautiful. Wacey really liked the one we got him for Christmas, so I’m starting a collection for the boys.

PJs: Of course, matching PJs! I know, they’re not bunny-themed, but Wacey is going to die when we sees that he and Buster have matching construction pajamas. Hey, springtime is construction season, right? Right. These are less an Easter thing and more of a y’all-have-grown-out-of-all-your-jammies thing, but we’ll just pretend it’s because I’m so festive because I don’t want to be that mom who’s like “Well, you were gonna get it anyway…”

Bunny Teether: Here’s Buster’s contender for the “something fun to do” category since all he does is chew on things (I mean, I can’t blame the guy, he’s got 4-6 teeth coming in at once)! This teether is gorgeous, and perfect since Buster seems to love chewing on anything that’s made out of wood. Like table legs, wooden spoons, sticks, wooden trains….

Sunglasses: Wace has been asking for a pair of blue sunglasses, and I’m allll about sun safety. These are polarized and less than ten bucks, so again, he was gonna get ’em anyway.

Wind-Up Chicks: They had some of these as part of a display at the feed store (not for sale though, darn it) and Wacey went nuts for them. So, silly, but so festive and cute and fun!

I’m also planning a trip to the Target dollar section for bubbles, fun little activities, and I’ve heard something about flower growing kits via the intrawebs. Will report back about whether flower-growing has made it to the rural Southwest.


Celebrate · On The Ranch


wacey watching

Happy National Ag Day! We “celebrated” this morning by going out to watch Bert and the crew sort bulls. It’s still weird to just watch, but this is a horseback chore and not something that’s good for littles to help with–bulls can be a little sassy! Wace is getting to the age where he really sees what’s going on and asks a lot of questions, and Buster’s at the age where he really likes to eat dirt, so it’s a win-win for everyone, right?

Anyways, it’s National Ag Day, but I’m not going to tell you to #thankafarmer or #thankarancher because well, we don’t need to be thanked, in my opinion. It takes all kinds of kinds–farmers, ranchers, doctors, janitors, lawyers, zoo docents, linemen, police officers, fire fighters, teachers, waiters, hair stylists, mechanics, salespeople, veterinarians, politicians, bankers, chefs, thinkers, dreamers, and on and on–and everyone contributes something vital and valuable to create the fabric of our society.

I get the sentiment, though. I think what a lot of folks mean when they say “Thank your farmers today and every day!” is “See us.” Because we’re here, but sometimes we feel lost in the shuffle of social media and health crazes and bogus marketing. We typically live in rural areas, so we’re physically removed from most of you as well. Thus, the difference between farmers and ranchers and a lot of the folks in the occupations listed above is that we don’t actually come into contact with most of the people we serve.

So, I have this dream. I hope that someday, National Ag Day will be like Small Business Saturday (which is an amazing concept, ps), but instead of everyone flocking to local businesses (although farms and ranches really are local businesses…), farms and ranches can host visitors for the day, restaurants can do special farm-to-table menus with their suppliers in attendance, and schools can do a special day with guests to teach kids about agriculture. Of course, this doesn’t have to be just one day in March, but I think it’s a great starting point.

I hope that someday, National Ag Day can be not about thanking us, but engaging with us, meeting us, knowing us, because we really, really want to meet and know you, our customers. Because without people to buy our products, we couldn’t do what we do.

So, happy National Ag Day!


Buster · Celebrate · Family · Personal

Happy Birthday Buster!

As I’m writing this, it’s been almost one year to the minute exactly since Buster was born! I remember that day a year ago so well–it was fast but not too, and easy as far as births go, and the recovery was so darn quick that I still can’t believe it. And that’s sort of how things have gone since then! Fast but not too, and easy.

Our biggest little cowboy is the happiest, silliest chunk I’ve ever had the privilege to know, although I do know I’m biased. His checkup is next week, but at his sick visit a month ago he weighed in at 28 1/2 pounds, so I’m putting my best on a prime 29 for his current weight. He wears mostly 24 month clothes, but finding pants to fit around his thighs is an adventure. He loves food (except whole fruit and juice, oddly?) and eating is the best part of his day. He’s not walking or even standing unsupported yet, but we’re not fussed because this kid is just not ergonomically designed for vertical movement currently, but it will happen. But, he can speed crawl and pull himself up a cruise a little bit, and his fine motor skills are top-notch. Also hilariously, he doesn’t speak. He just smiles. He has words he can say, he just doesn’t, and that’s how he rolls. He also has the most expressive little face–he scrunches and puffs and crinkles and grins and oh, I can’t even.

He, like his brother, is a pretty great sleeper, but also like his brother gets multiple teeth at a time (he’s currently working on all four top teeth) so sleep is rougher when he’s teething and I don’t blame him. We never actually really sleep-trained him; the big kicker for us was to get him OverNites diapers and once he stopped peeing though his pajamas at night, he stopped waking up (imagine)! He goes to bed around 6:45-7, and wakes up between 6:45 and 7:45 usually. He likes to sit and squawk and play in his crib for a bit in the morning, and is the happiest darn baby when he wakes up. He still takes a morning nap from about 9:30-11:30, and an afternoon nap from 1:00-3 or 4, depending on the day.

He and Wace are best friends so far, unless Wace is taking his stuff or dragging Buster around by the feet of his pajamas. They sit and make each other howl with laughter in the car and it’s even more hilarious because they laugh exactly the same, and from the front seat it’s impossible to tell who is actually laughing! He loves to play with everything, but especially blocks, doors, bigger trucks, books, and bead mazes. His favorite foods are spaghetti, peanut butter sandwiches, smoothies and fruit pouches (but no solid fruit?), quesedillas, chicken noodle soup, turkey, cheese–anything that’s  not sweet (besides ice cream and cake), mainly, he doesn’t discriminate! Oh and no carrots. Hates those things. Again–cooked carrots. Don’t blame him.

He’s such a joy. His bad moods are always hunger- or sleep-induced, and he’s so easy going. He’s still a major snuggler, and loves to be carried around. He will let any human every carry him, and is such a good sport when Wacey wrestles him.

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Celebrate · Day in the Life · Family

Photo Every Hour: The Johnstons Go To Town

Y’all, it’s been a hot minute. I’ve acquired some new projects (more soon) and my consistency in scheduling in all areas of my life has really gone to the dogs and if those dogs are anything like my yelping, jumping, cow-chasing pack of pups, it’s not pretty. But, I think we’re getting into a groove a little bit which is exciting, and once I get everything figured out and get the go-ahead to share, I’ll let y’all know what’s going on!

Yesterday, we took the boys to town to kick off Buster’s first birthday week! It’s been a long time since all four of us were in town together–I usually go alone with the boys to run errands during the week–and it was such a great day. And not just because I got fancy coffee and didn’t have to cook a lick unless you count cutting peanut butter sandwiches into fun shapes with cookie cutters as cooking. In which case, hold my beer and call me Emeril. But really my water, because if I drink beer I fall asleep because #babies.

Awake. And, I mean, everyone come see how good I look. Let me tell you what–springing forward isn’t my fave; it’s supposed to be light in the morning, after all! But awake, hair still wet from the night before, lookin’ goooood. (Side note: I just learned the trick of letting your hair sit with conditioner on under a shower cap for a bit in the shower, and then twisting it up into a tight Trunchbull knot overnight to dry it in the morning and guys, it has made my life 100 times easier on days that I need to fix my hair which are going to be more frequent soon. All that conditioner soaking in overnight and airdrying a bit cuts down on dryness and frizz and dry time so much. It’s a miracle if your hair, like mine, resembles something closer to Mufasa, the Beast, or a Brillo pad than an actual head of human hair.)

We’re all in the car, fixed up and heading into town! It’s 90 miles sooooo basically tiny road trip.8 am
Selfie in the Starbucks mirror because it was really busy and I didn’t want to get caught taking selfies and I was too busy inhaling my coffee the moment I got it. Bert got a caramel latte, ps, which makes me giggle to no end since other than his few cl’s a year, he drinks his coffee blacker than tar. Also, the guy who turned him on to caramel lattes is the roughest, toughest, whiskey drinking-est cowboy I know, which makes my heart so darn glad. 9am
We went to this cute little park/zoo in Roswell, and the boys loved it. It was almost empty since it was a little chilly by southeastern New Mexico standards, and it was so fun to stroll around with coffee watching Wacey go nuts over the animals and Buster go nuts over Wacey going nuts. It’s not a big zoo, and mostly has native animals like bobcats and owls and pronghorn, but he loved seeing animals up close that he usually only sees running (or flying) away while we’re caking cows or something.
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Another thing at the zoo? My dream pet. Seriously, sign me up for alllll the mini horses. 11am

Time for foooooood. Also known as Buster’s very favorite part of every day. We’ve learned we have to pace him or else he overeats and throws up spectacularly, so we make sure to give him pre-lunch so he doesn’t double-fist real lunch.
Food was inhaled and was delicious, although we really miss our favorite Mexican restaurant in Colorado–the irony is rich that we haven’t found anything quite as good 200 miles from actual Mexico.1 pm

I finally broke down and got a Sam’s membership–I’m sort of a diehard Costco devotee, but there isn’t one near us, and there are certain things that are so much more affordable when they’re bought in massive quantities (hi, 400 pounds of berries) and also make it a little easier to get staples once a month. We tried the online order and pick up, which worked out pretty well, and I’ll definitely use that option again. It was nice to not have to load the boys in the cart and spend an hour or more strolling around (and going way over budget because I buy all.the.things). I ordered mostly fresh stuff this time–chicken tenderloins, lots of fresh fruit and veggies, frozen fruit for smoothies, yogurt, pesto because my basil plant died, lunch meat, and six loaves of bread because my children are obsessed with peanut butter sandwiches.

We also made a stop to one of my very favorite places (Tractor Supply) because when ranchers go to the Big City they can’t stop at just one place. We grabbed dog food for our canine gang, buckets for the boys’ Easter baskets because I haven’t met a basket that isn’t destroyed or at least maimed in under ten minutes by my tiny frat bros, and a visit to the very best clearance aisle I’ve ever seen. I snagged matching jammies, a little birthday present for Buster, and got started on Christmas because when in Rome, buy Christmas gifts when they’re on massive sale  (if you know the Tractor Mac books, I found a big, all-metal model red Mac-y Farmall tractor on sale for $15 haaaaay and had to stop myself from buying all three that they had plus a giant combine but we’re not farmers soooo…)
I have no picture of three because we were just driving home, again, so just picture the first car selfie but with two sleeping babes in the back and two worn out parents in the front. If we won the Powerball you’d better bet we’d hire a driver. Or a helicopter. Both. We’d get both.

Home again home again. The boys did their thing while I cleaned out the fridge (ew) and put up groceries and Bert fed horses and dogs. I’ll tell you what, we’re in a sweet spot where both boys can play together or separately for short spaces of time, and it’s a gamechanger. For awhile, it felt like I couldn’t do anything around the house when both boys were awake. It’s so fun to see what they like to do–Wacey bounces around, but Buster’s favorite place is the mudroom where all of the bigger trucks are.4pm 24pm

More Sunday evening shenanigans! And if you’re wondering why Wace is sitting on our dining room table playing with his train, it’s not because we’ve now reached that level of Country where we’re into feet on the table, but because Buster is a very efficient destroyer of train tracks and so we have to prevent him King Kong-ing his big brother’s trains for obvious reasons.5pm5pm 11
Informal dinner. We usually all sit down at the dining room table and have dinner at the same time, but that obvs didn’t happen (#keepinitreal). The boys were a little cranky from the weird schedule (check out the bags under Buster’s eyes), and Bert and I were both still full of deee-licious Mexican, so we turned on Lonesome Dove and let the boys eat whenever.6pm 16pm 2.
Buster went to bed at 6:45 or so, and Wace and I went to read books not long after. Once the boys were both in bed and settled, I made a smoothie, Bert made a sandwich, and we sat down for some good old Netflix.
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Netflixing and working on some horse registrations for a client. We know how to party.8pm

A book and bed. Town days always wipe us out!9pm



Food · let's visit

Let’s Visit: How We Talk About Food


Hi! It’s Wednesday! The birds are chirping, the sun is shining, the wind is blowing…just another beautiful day in the neighborhood.

So, let’s pretend we’re in my living room, and you’ve been a real pal and you’ve brought Starbucks with you because, well, you’re a real pal. We’re all comfy and just chatting away, okay? Hokay.

Today, I’m talking about something that’s not beef-specific, but is still a food thang. I thought of it this morning as I was making my morning cup of tea. I like a little caffeine and a lot of peppermint, so I use one bag of Bigelow’s Plantation Mint Green Tea, and one bag of Celestial Seasonings’ Peppermint. As I was pulling out the box of CSP, I noticed something that made me sad:


Now, honestly, I try not to buy products with this seal, but I order lots of things on Amazon, and so I don’t see the actual product before I purchase and the pictures online don’t always show the most recent branding (not to mention I’ve been drinking this exact tea for over ten years because it’s my very very favorite). Also, the selection at rural grocery stores is often wanting for variation, and as more and more companies are choosing to brand their products this way, I don’t always have a choice. But branding is key here, because that’s all it is. More often than not, that little seal is a marketing tool. Why? It’s simple: there aren’t that many GMO crops, and I see this label on things for which GMO crops don’t exist. For example, on a quick perusal of my pantry, I found the following items with this seal:
Salt (?!)
None of these have GMO counterparts, particularly salt since minerals have no genes to modify. So why on earth would they have a seal saying they are non-GMO? The same reason that products that don’t contain gluten and never have are branded “gluten-free”: marketing. And it makes me mad, because it doesn’t mean anything, but it imparts a message and is part of a greater campaign of fear-mongering in the way that we talk about and market food.

Think about all the terms we now use to describe food in this country: “guilt-free” means that we should associate guilt or shame with eating certain foods. “Clean” implies that other foods are dirty. “Cheat days” imply that we’re doing something bad by eating certain foods. Touting cleanses to rid the body of toxins imply that we are poisoning our bodies with the food we eat and obfuscates the function of the liver, which is actually responsible for ridding our bodies of toxins. “GMO-free” is supposed to make us feel better about what we’re eating, which implies that GMOs are bad.

I’m not saying this to condemn or judge the way people eat. I’m saying this because I don’t think we should let food companies or marketing firms influence our diets or our feelings about food. We, as consumers, should decide how and what we want to eat, with the help of our own doctors and healthcare team.

As far as GMOs go, there is no science (NO SCIENCE. As in NOT ANY) that shows that genetically-modified foods are harmful to our bodies or the environment. There is science, however, that shows that genetically-modified foods can help us feed the world by increasing yield and pest and drought resistance. There is science that shows that certain GMOs can fight malnutrition through added vitamins. Eating a genetically-modified apple is not going to be any different to your body that eating a conventional one.

(Well, it might be different to your toddler’s body because everyone knows that consuming—nay, even licking—a slightly browned apple slice will actual cause physical pain and harm to a three-year-old. (That was sarcasm there, guys, in case you didn’t catch it.)

The thing is, where this whacky marketing is concerned, food companies are only responding to what consumers say they want, or what they think consumers want. So, it’s time for us as consumers to help food companies understand that we don’t want fear-based or irrelevant marketing to become the norm in how we do food in this country (or anywhere). The best way to do that is to get to know our food and learn the truth about what’s in it for ourselves. Because, at the end of the day, companies are trying to sell us something to make more money, and it seems that there’s not much they won’t do to sway us to buy their product.

You know what I’m going to say next: ask a rancher. Ask a farmer. We know what we’re growing and have a whole lot more invested in it than just a paycheck. And instead of paying attention to fad diets, or Instagrammers, or the next gal that tells you surely you will die a toxin-filled death if you eat anything that’s not “clean”, paleo, and organic, listen to your own body, and talk to your healthcare team if you notice something that isn’t working for you. See how the foods you eat make you feel. We’re all different, and we all need a variety of foods to be our best selves.

By creating fear and misinformation about food, we are inhibiting the advancement and spread of technologies that could help us feed the world more efficiently. Many of us in this country are so lucky to have a huge array of food to choose from, but we can’t forget that not everyone in the world (or the United States) has that luxury. This fearmongering, misleading marketing, and holier-than-thou food shaming is such a privileged perspective to take about food when there are millions (billions?) of people hoping to just have enough food to stay alive.

So, let’s start changing the conversation about food. To start, #AskARancher! I’m right here!


On The Ranch

Baby Calves and the Blustery Day

windy dayY’all, I’m popping on today to tell you this very important fact:

It’s so windy.

Like, so windy.

I was over here, chillin’ out max and relaxin’ all cool, looking at my northern friends’ IG feeds of them feeding in subzero temperatures thinking I was some sort of winter sun goddess or something for being outside all this (albeit–they tell me–very mild) winter in just a plain old jacket sans hat and gloves and then…

…the wind.

I mean, there is no better way to harsh my winter sun goddess mellow than to look at a forecast like this:


So yes. I recognize we definitely have the long end of the proverbial stick because it’s not snowing and this windy, but what on earth is the point of having a mild winter if it’s so windy you can hardly walk outside? We’d actually love some moisture, though, ps, if anybody up north wants to trade for a couple of days. And also, what on earth is the point of having a personal blog if I can’t gripe about my own personal least favorite (even before we moved here) weather phenomenon? And I’m not exaggerating. Wacey can’t even play outside because it’s too hard for him to stay upright. There’s something cruel about it being fifty degrees and still coping with cabin fever because we can’t go out.

And it can’t be fun to be a baby calf in this business. Woof. See above picture for proof. It’s handy that their mamas are hefty hefty hefty and thus excellent windbreaks, and that we have our fair share of abundantly-sized yucca under which the babies can hunker down when their mamas are otherwise occupied.

Anyways. If you’re snowed in and reading this, maybe it’s just making you feel angry. Or maybe, just maybe, it’s making you think that winter in the Southwest is just not all it’s cracked up to be. Unless you like wind. In which case, have I got the place for you!

Hokay. I’m done with my griping.

Actually, I’d like to call it whinging, because it feels both more sophisticated and adolescent all at the same time #thanksbritain.



Social Media Reality Check & Going For It.

I think you should just go for itImage source

We’re light on the ranchy stuff this week, since we have been mostly inside with sick babes! But, you know, in addition to being ranchy, I’m also a mama and a person and all those things, and so I don’t think every post on here is going to be related directly to ranching, since that’s not my entire life.

Does everyone have a “Social Media Reality Check” awakening? I think it’s not just me, but I’m unsure whether or not it’s a widespread phenomenon or is limited to those of us who are slow on the uptake. I mean, we all  see the “Don’t compare your life to someone else’s highlight reel,” “comparison is the thief of joy,” “you are fearfully and wonderfully made so be yourself”-type things, and the exposés about how much effort the big Instagrammers use to get those oh-so-candid shots, and the ridiculous lengths people go to in order to look good and “on” all the time.

But darn if it hasn’t just started to sink in for me. I don’t know if it’s because I’ve given up Facebook for Lent (maybe forever? Except the groups? How does one do that?), or the fact that it finally rained here last week and it woke up something in my soul because man that dust and wind will get you down, or a Bible verse or a new book or what, but I think I’m finally starting to understand.

Granted, it’s been a rough…half a year? Whole year? I don’t know. I’ve had a hard time with this move, as I’ve mentioned before, and finding my worth and getting into the swing of things (something that is a big part of my mental state) has felt so hard in this new place that I don’t love yet. Making new friends (friend dating gives me fits, btw. Why am I so awkward? Why can’t we just look at a gal and say “Hey, I’m hip to your jive, let’s be friends?” Or can I do that?), learning where things are, trying to feel sort of at home…it’s worn me out.

But you know, it’s okay that I don’t love it. I don’t have to love it. I don’t have to want to live here my entire life and sing with gusto about it from the rooftops (barntops?). Just because I don’t love it doesn’t mean I can’t like it, and grow here, nor does it lessen the love that others have for it. I do, however, have to appreciate and be thankful for what I can about it (the sunsets! No nosy neighbors! Wonderful people! Lower car insurance rates! Being able to be outside playing in the winter without being freezing!), and use my time here to help my future self, which for me means setting up or getting involved in some sort of business that I can take with us, since losing my job in the move was a big contributor to my feelings of inadequacy. I like to have a purpose outside of our family, and for me, raising children and being a wife is my best job, but it can’t be my only job.

Social media, though, has also contributed to those feelings, and I’m ashamed it’s gotten so far. I realized, with the help of the app I talked about a few weeks past on IG, how much time I have really been spending on social media and y’all, it’s not pretty. And I realized how damaging that’s been in this season.

So, in addition to adios-ing Facebook, lately I’ve spent time unfollowing. That feels strange, considering I want to grow my own following on IG, and it feels sort of like a breakup because there are accounts that I’ve followed on IG or on their blog for years. I feel like I  know them, which is the magic of social media, but they no longer make me feel good, and sometimes they make me feel, well, bad, and it’s obvious that I’m not really part of the community they’ve built. Which is not on them, of course. Just because it works for someone else (hi, BBG and “clean eating” and those weird studded Valentino pointy shoes and overalls and overly opulent lifestyles and weird 90s bucket hats and cleanses) doesn’t mean it works for me, and that’s okay. Maybe in the future we can meet again but not right now. Unfollow, unfollow, unfollow.

Instead, I’m focusing on accounts that lift me up, or make me laugh, or make me think, or have great Bible verses, or feel aspirational in a way that’s inspirational instead of disheartening or completely unreasonable.

I’ve already felt a change, though. I’ve noticed it in how I’ve reacted to the boys being sick (I’m not stressed, I’m oddly zen about it), and how my mindset has changed about my side hustle (“I’m worth it, I’m qualified, it’s a good idea, it has a place, and it will take time to get off the ground but it’s worth it and I can do a really, really good job and make some money”). I think it’s also helped me react better to a situation in which someone was being little silly and unkind, and where I would have been angry or offended before, I chose not to take it personally, because the way someone reacts to a situation is a reflection of them, not me.

I’m not sure why I wrote this other than this is the sort of thing that speaks to me when I see it. Like yeah, I’m a ranch wife and a mama and a (budding) business owner, and I spend so much time raising my boys and trying to be the best wife I can and cooking and sweeping and cleaning and sweeping and also sweeping. But I’m also a person, an autonomous unit unto myself with interests and worries and hopes and dreams. And juggling all of those roles in this uber-connected world we live in can be so hard, especially when you see the gals who seem like everything is perfect. Or the ones that show a “real life” shot every now and then that feels so token it’s not even funny. Really, totally, unfunny.

Also, Brene Brown (and Jen Hatmaker and Tsh Oxenreider and Jamie Ivey and all those other amazing women I look up to) tells me I need to be more vulnerable, which is a word that actually gives me the shivers (like “moist” does for a lot of people), but when I hear her talk about it, she’s got a point. I mean, heck, even IG and Facebook have changed their algorithms to foster “community” and the only community I want to be part of is a real one, and I believe that can exist online if we let it.

And can we please let it? Because my closest friend live like a power of ten miles away.

Happy Thursday! Both of my children are napping, the sun is shining, and I’m spending some time on work and the Word before the chaos of dinner ensues, while also praying that we don’t have to go back to the doctor tomorrow.