Monday in Pictures

November 30th, 2015

Well, it’s Cyber Monday. I’m celebrating the same way I rocked Black Friday, in my pajamas. :)

I have all the stuff I need and I’m surrounded by my favorite people & dog….so, why would I beat up on my bank card and pile up on a bunch of junk none of us need?

This past week was so special. No need to wreck it with shopping for deals. Instead, pictures of what’s been going on in the Gway family.

This guy came home from Texas.

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Hubby climbed to the heavens (that’s him at the peak of the house) all for the hanging of our pretty Christmas lights.


We were NO help.

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There was kitchen crowding all week long. So much fun cooking, eating and cleaning it up. This house has been busy.


The lights look great.


Nana went on a jeep ride on the rainiest of days.


Bobby let Ally and her dad turn him into a hipster. He has a great sense of humor.


Gates and Nana, twinning.


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Taking tables apart to make them bigger.


Time to light this place up.



Sassy Miss Lizzy putting on her new Christmas sweater…..


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And a little reminder of why we love December.

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I hope your Thanksgiving week was full of family and love too.

Sense A Tive

November 29th, 2015

Ever let someone else’s bad day become your bad day?


I’m an expert. If my hubby comes home sulky or quiet, I take it personally. Matter of fact, I pick up every little emotion of every person around me as if I were some sort of human “feeling” savant. I have a gift. You’re welcome, world. It’s the curse of being sensitive. We sensitive types like to carry every problem the world throws at us. Lame, huh? Annoying too. I hate it!

I have so many issues. I’m really perplexed at all the people who love me in spite of all the trouble I cause. I’m highly sensitive (no duh), I’m a twisted up bundle of introvert & social butterfly (oh ya, it’s bad) and I own like a boss the highest strung personality of all personalities. Don’t you want to be my best friend? I’m like no other human.

Maybe, you get me.

I care about people. I want to help them. I want to see them happy and successful. I want them to like themselves and me. I want them to feel loved and special. I’m a pleaser and a wisher of all things wonderful. I’m optimistic.

What happens to people like me when someone is rude or short-tempered? Or tired and grumpy? Or quiet and sullen? Or …. or? You get it, right?


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God bless all the humans who have to interact with people like me. Really. Bless them.

I’m working on me. I don’t want to react to someone’s stress or anger with my own IT’S ALL ABOUT me attitude. I don’t want to react at all but sometimes I do and I ALWAYS regret it. Especially with my hubby. He handles life one way and me the total opposite. Me, all feely and wordy. Him, quiet and avoiding.

What I’m learning:

Other people’s feelings are NOT MY FEELINGS. They usually have NOTHING AT ALL TO DO WITH ME. Let my habit of taking everything personally GO.

Avoid situations that stress me out or overwhelm me. Just walk away, turn the car around or click it off. Don’t go there, do that or listen to it.

Don’t react. This might be my biggest weakness. It’s about time for me to knock it off. Reacting to another person’s emotions only inflames the current situation. The lack of reaction allows the other person to work through whatever it is they’re dealing with. Again, it’s not about me anyway. Unless it is and if it is, that’s a whole nother issue.

So, next time your wondering what you did to make someone who’s behaving grumpy or mad…..don’t. Let your brain rest in the comfort of knowing their problem is not your problem. Don’t make the whole situation worse by being so danged sensitive.

Don’t Whig Out

November 25th, 2015


Just to put your mind at ease…..


EVERY PERSON has the capacity to lose their cool. For some, it’s simmering on a back burner waiting for just the right infraction to cause a big boil over. For others, the stress-o-meter is ticking like a time bomb and one little bitty teeny weeny mistake will cause the neighbors to call the cops.

Don’t act like you’re family doesn’t get crazy. Every single person feels stress. Every family has a cornucopia of emotions, expectations and desires. Mix all that together and you have a recipe for disaster.

I’ve had my own moments of near meltdown already this holiday season. I believe that (and I’m a REALLY HIGH STRUNG CHICK) personalities mingling together can be a set-up for frustration. Maybe someone likes peas and no one else in the group does (not that – that happened in my house) or perhaps, someone took apart the table to do some repairs when you need a functioning table. I don’t know what your vice is, but you do.

Imagine not getting all upset.

Really, imagine it.


I want you to know, I get it that things get hairy. I live in the real world and I have real human people that I love and cherish in my own family. Probably just like you. We also know how to get on each others nerves better than anyone else on the earth. Where else can there be sarcasm, little digs and fun-poking? Family is the safe zone, right?

Here’s my advice:

Don’t participate. Yep, I said it. DO NOT FALL INTO THE WAGON OF PICKING ON ANYONE (every family has that person that gets all the ribbing). DO NOT MAKE SNIDE REMARKS ABOUT ANYONE OR ANYTHING (even if you DO NOT like the dressing or gravy). DO NOT ARGUE WITH FOOLS (anyone who blah-blah’s their perfect opinion is being foolish). DO NOT BEHAVE IN A HOSTILE WAY (even if your blood is boiling). DO NOT WEAR YOUR FEELINGS ON YOUR DANGED SHIRT SLEEVE (this one is for me, probably not you). DO NOT LET THE LITTLE THINGS RUIN YOUR TIME WITH THE ONES YOU LOVE (don’t cry over spilled milk, you know?). DO NOT WALLOW IN THE PEN WITH PIGS (when someone pushes, walk away you don’t need to get dirty too). DO NOT SPEAK TO ANYONE LIKE A JERK (you’re going to feel jerky, suppress it. Smash it down). DO NOT PRETEND THAT YOU ARE A VICTIM (this is me again, sorry). DO NOT BE A PERSON THAT LOOKS FOR TROUBLE (borrowing problems seems to be easier when family is all crammed together). DO NOT GANG UP ON ANYONE OR JOIN RANKS WITH ANY SIDE OF ANY ISSUE (maybe certain topics should be off limits?). DO NOT MISS THE CHANCE TO ENJOY THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE!!!

I don’t know how to help you keep the cops away from your Thanksgiving holiday. All I can do is suggest you take care of yourself. If family gets you too worked up, limit your time together. Spend a little time loving yourself; if you are a runner…take a jog. If you are an extra tense person, schedule a massage or even better spend some time with a special family member giving neck rubs and talking. Don’t let the pressure get so bad that you boil over and whig out.


Thank God for another year together. Tell the people you love that you’re thankful for them. Being thankful and showing it always helps me focus on the good in others and myself. And if you burn the rolls…fahhhgetaboutit!

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Stop Sleeping on the Bedspread

November 22nd, 2015

Messes weren’t allowed when I was a kid.

Just about every night I would sleep on top of my bedspread. I did it because I didn’t want to mess up my bed. If I pulled the covers back, I automatically felt stressed because my room wasn’t picture perfect like my mom expected it to be. For my little brother and me, playing with our toys involved nothing but aggravation from our mom. We had great toys and lots of them but taking them off the shelf opened her up to feeling like our whole house was out of sorts. For her, cleanliness was her euphoria.

I grew up with an enormous amount of pressure to be perfect.

Now that it’s almost Christmas time, the messiest time of the year. Somebody NEEDS to read this post. Somebody needs to lighten up on their kids, their self and the world.

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I didn’t realize the pressure I grew up with until I brought my own kids home to my mother’s house when they were little. Instead of playing and having fun with them as they toddled around her perfect house, she followed them step for step straightening up every single thing they touched. Don’t get me wrong, her house was beautiful. Everything had a place and it was never out of that place unless my little chubby fingered kids touched it. It drove her crazy.

I would observe her as she followed them around and every “No no” transported me back in time to my own childhood with her. She was fanatical about our house and things. She loved having everything appear just as if it were a photograph in a magazine. For a kid, that’s NO FUN DUDES! Totally, no fun at all.

In case you didn’t know, there is a huge difference in a dirty house and a messy one.

A dirty house that hasn’t been cleaned is gross. A messy house is a house that people live in and use.

Whatever you’re doing as the mom in your family, be the kind who knows how to have a good time. Don’t place unrealistic pressure on your kids and family. Figure out how to enjoy the chaos. There’s NOTHING wrong with having a clean house but for goodness sakes – give your family the freedom to wreck the place and party it up.

Take it from me, you don’t want to leave your kids with a forever memory of sleeping on top of the bedspread.


When Talking Is Optional

November 11th, 2015

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My hubby is busy. He constantly has somewhere to be and someone to please. It isn’t easy being awesome, you know? When he finally lands at home his brain is pretty much spent. Yet, he tries to join the ranks of my “did you call?” and “can you fix?” home life even though I know….he’s exhausted.

Just like every family trying to shake and bake it in this world, we struggle to make it by covering all the bases we can and sometimes that means letting some things go. Some conversations just can’t happen. They require too much time and brain power. For me, for him….for everyone.

Many times as we fall into bed….he will tell me that he enjoyed something I wrote or posted somewhere and that charges my heart battery because of all the people I want to please with my words, it’s him (don’t misunderstand, I want to please HIM [Jesus] first and foremost). But, my hubby’s praise sends me zinging!

We can laugh about the stories I write because they usually involve something that we haven’t really had time to discuss or linger over like we’d like to do. So, thank you Honey for reading my words. I know you’re busy and I also know that you give a rip about what makes my heart tick, so you read the words I write and you always boost me high when reporting back.

I love that about you.

Mama Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up

November 9th, 2015


Our baby.

She finally turned 1 2.


Okay, so she’s a little older than that.


If you ask me, it takes a special kind of nerve to just catapult yourself to your 21st birthday right before your mother’s eyes. What the what?


Every birthday should be so special. How did we get here already? 21? No more princess cakes? No party games?


Family, friends and decorations. All just the way you want them.


You only turn 21, once….right?


No worries, your dad will still play pranks on you. Like buying a decoy watch to give you before he gives you the fancy Daniel Wellington watch you really wanted.


Some grown up girls even decorate their own birthday cake because…bossy. Isn’t it beautiful?


Both the cake and birthday girl. Just gorgeous!


Of course it got a little hippy with all the glow sticks.


And snuggly by the fire for some football.


The party ended and the house got quiet. Balloons, flowers and glow sticks still hung around…..

And my heart swelled with pride that my last baby turned 21. I’m not sad, now we can get seating anywhere when the restaurants are full. Woohoo, legal eagle girl!!

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Happy Birthday Gates! I love you so much!