I Needed Home

I've always worked and I've always loved to work. There is something so fulfilling about having something decidedly all yours and working your buns off to make it better. It may have been the accolades I received for climbing the ladder or it could have simply been the knowledge I had done my absolute best - that the company was successful because of it.

I'm not sure where I got my drive. Was it from my mother who went back to school when I was a little girl to get her nursing degree and quickly rose in the ranks of hospital administration? Was it from my father who worked from daylight to dark and then got his insurance license to be able to provide a better life for his family? Most likely is was a combination of both. Their desire to always do their best and be their best left an impression.

It was hard to leave the world I had given so much love, care, and attention. I had invested so many hours into this baby I called my career. But it still wasn't enough. It wasn't enough to fulfill me. I needed more. I needed home.

Coming home opened my eyes and my heart. I could see what I had been missing. The time I had spent preparing the next big deal was time I had lost playing ball, the time entertaining the hot shot politician was time I could have been reading a story to my son, and the time taking clients to the fanciest restaurant in whatever town I was in was time I could have been cooking a meal for my family. I missed those times. They were gone. I couldn't get them back.

But I most certainly could make them for our future. 

Another Day Together

As I started my car, I got a little feeling in the pit of my stomach. "Something is just not right," it told me. I quickly passed it off to the dark clouds building in the direction of my drive. The light dots of sprinkles began to fall on my windshield.

And then I felt it again. The same gnawing feeling. I picked up my cell phone and called my husband. He and my son had been working at the lake house all day to finalize a few things for the new buyers. Our plans were a bit loose on how we would meet up after my class in Atlanta that day, but the intent was to spend the weekend at the lake.

No answer on his phone. Having a feeling that I absolutely needed to hear his voice, I waited a bit longer and dialed his phone again. This time, he answered.

"Are y'all okay?" Was my question. Normally, I would have said, "What are you doing?" or "How is your day going?" But I didn't. For some reason I said, "Are y'all okay?"

His voice cracked a bit and he said, "We are fine. They are loading us in the ambulance now."

My heart dropped and then a complete sense of calm came over me. Now I knew why I needed to hear his voice. I knew why I'd been having those tugging feelings.

Our conversation was quick with the details of the accident, our son being okay, and of the family that had been called to be with them. My husband's brother and his wife were at the scene in minutes to be with my husband and son, my Mother was at the hospital waiting so she could be with my son while they took care of my husband.

And I drove.

The rain came down faster and harder with vehicles pulling over to the side of the interstate. I knew I had 45 minutes at a minimum to reach them.

I followed the lights in front of me and drove. And prayed.

I prayed for God to be with them, I prayed a prayer of thanksgiving for God's blessing of their safety.  I asked Him to help me to get to them.

And as quickly as it started, the rain stopped. Just as if I had driven through a curtain. One second it was beating down on the car to point I couldn't see further than the red taillights of the car ahead of me. And then, the curtain parted, the veil was lifted. I could see a wall of rain as I looked back in my rear-view mirror. Ahead of me were perfectly blue skies.

When I saw the truck the next day, I again prayed a prayer of thanksgiving. I could see God's protective shield all around the cab area of the vehicle where my husband and son were. And I could see God's Grace for another day together.

People Watching and A Yacht

I have a confession. I love to watch people. They fascinate me. What they wear, how they walk, how they interact with one another. It all intrigues me. I wind up making up my own little stories. Almost like they become characters in the book I've never written.

When we were on the cruise with nearly 4,000 of our closest friends (I jest, we didn't know a soul other than our own little family), I could people watch til the cows came home.

There was plenty to watch.

And then, when we were in port in St. Thomas, I noticed this.



And I stopped watching people and just watched this boat. I think it really is called a yacht and the folks that own it would probably prefer I not call it "a boat."

But watching this boat got me wondering.

Who in the world owns this thing? What do they do? What do they wear? How do they walk? How do they interact with each other?

Sadly, the boat wasn't telling.  But I imagined an entire book around it.

Do you people watch? Does it make me weird that I do?

Adventures with Sprittibee

Today's guest is Heather from Sprittibee.

When I asked Heather about providing a guest post, she immediately thought of sharing this post from when she took my flat self to Blissdom. Thanks so much, Heather. You really know how to show a girl a good time!

You can also find Heather on Twitter at www.twitter.com/sprittibee.

Our prayers are with the families in Nashville, where Blissdom was held, after the devastating flood.

Originally posted at www.sprittibee.com ...

Robyn wanted really bad to go to Blissdom, but she had other family vacations to attend and the dates overlapped. How anyone could put NASCAR before blogging conferences, I'm not sure... but apparently some folks really are in to that sort of thing. Whatever floats their boats - er - boosts their engines, right?

Seeing as how I love Robyn and all, I offered to take her with me (a stow away in my luggage at the Opryland Hotel - if only they knew)... but she couldn't make it to Texas in time to travel with us by car. She mailed her flat self to Tennessee in an overnight package and waited on me to arrive for the conference. If you have never heard of Flat Stanley, it's a really fun way to 'virtual travel' by mail and get pen-pal packages back from your far-away friends with lots of information and photos about the places you 'saw' on your trip. Homeschool kids all over the globe use it as a geography tool. Robyn's 'flattie' got to travel with me all over the Gaylord Opryland and back to Texas.

This post is the tall tale of her flat travel adventures.

I'm sure it was lonely at that concierge desk for those first few days, because it wasn't until Friday morning that I picked her up. Poor thing. That hotel was so large and my feet were so tired, that I ended up having to get her delivered to my room with the paper. Needles to say, her first few days in Nashville were a dismal disappointment. Things quickly changed course once we got together, though.



I was so excited to meet the I Heart Faces gals. Robyn and I loved finding out that they use Canon cameras, too. Maybe Robyn can go with me some day to one of their Dallas, TX photo conferences to rub elbows with some of the most talented shutterbugs in the blog world? Of course she would have to come in 'person' and not in 'flattie'. I would feel pretty small at that sort of conference, but I would love to go to one... if I had a conference buddy, that is. I've got some great camera gear and my crazy-hectic homeschooling and baby-raising schedule doesn't give me much time to figure out how to outsmart my equipment.



Robyn, the twitter-aholic that she is, asked to borrow Sarasophia's Mac. Bloggers are good-natured folk that understand social media addiction. After a quick online fix, they became fast friends.



We hit the expo hall for some snacks and ran in to these gorgeous ConAgra ladies. They all look like they could be cousins. They are as nice as they are pretty, seriously. Robyn couldn't believe it when they told her that Poppycock came in a Chocolate-Lovers flavor.



Save some for me, Robyn! She's a snack-hog. You find these things out about your friends when you room together. I still love her... but next time I'll bring extra munchies in case ConAgra isn't there to bail us out.



One of my long-time bloggies, Shannon Entin, whom I adore, found me in the hallway. She was thrilled to meet Robyn, too. Us three homeschool mamas posed for the camera just before we slipped in to hear another session. Unfortunately I didn't run in to Shannon again. Blog conferences are just too short!



Robyn had just as hard a time getting enough rest at Blissdom as I did. The agenda and events ran non-stop in to the night. There was no way we were going to make it to that Weight Watcher's jog at 7AM. I even slept through the Prayer Breakfast with [In]Courage that I had planned to go to. At least Robyn didn't pull the blanket off when I was sleeping. She's a great roomie.



Robin Sampson is one of Robyn's Homeschool Heroes (as is she one of mine). The two Robyns exchanged a quick 'hello' before I asked to snap their picture.



Then another Robin stopped by to make three! Robin Sampson, Robin Dance and Robyn - all in one picture! I couldn't help but think that spring might come early this year in the south.



Robyn loved meeting Darcy, whom she had heard all about from ME, since Darcy designed my blog here - using the original artwork that my kids drew. Darcy and Robyn got a little fresh, actually. I figure it's because Darcy is a world-traveler and speaks Italian.



I introduced Robyn to Frelle, and they both talked about how great the blogging sessions were. They were like old friends even though they only knew each other through Twitter. Frelle is my fellow 'blog conference junkie'. I'm hoping to see her again at Relevant later this year.



Robyn helped me spin the One2One wheel during break time. She won me a CD. Sadly, it somehow got misplaced after we got home, so I couldn't even begin to tell you what recording artist it was for.



Erin and Tsh were speaking about getting published in their session. I wanted to meet Tsh since I think we may be twins separated at birth. Maybe not in image, but certainly in personality and brain-patterns. I'm like the world's largest list-making, organizing-addicted, hoping-to-make-things-more-simple mom out there besides her. And I adore Erin. I wish she lived next door so I could go grocery shopping with her. She makes me feel like a foodie-failure. I'm going to have to buy a copy of her "5 Dollar Dinners" to see if I can redeem myself in the kitchen budget area. You don't want to know how many times we ate out last week.



Even though Robyn didn't get a swaggy popcorn bowl of her own, Dawn was willing to share. That's what bloggin' pals do. It was so cool to see all these 'invisible' homeschool and blog friends in real life. The popcorn-movie night sponsored by Haynes was a blast.



Even more homeschoolers. Marshie and Ruthanne love Robyn. They were thrilled to 'meet' her.



At lunch, Robyn raved about the southern iced tea. I was kind of disappointed that it wasn't already sweet, though. You had to add your sweetener at the table... and every real southerner knows that it's not the same as sweetening the tea when it's hot with real sugar.

Photo Credit: Mishelle



Robyn ate all of her salad. She was watching her flat girlish figure - even while on a trip. I dove in to the potato salad instead. I can't resist comfort food... especially while on vacation.

Photo Credit: Mishelle



Robyn asked to get a picture with me and lovely Melissa of A Familiar Path. She said that Melissa was one of her favorite bloggers. I guess I can share a favorite blogger. She's one of mine, too.



Flat Tidy Mom and Flat Robyn were brave to get up and sing karaoke at the Saturday night bash before we headed back to the room to crash. Cathe Holden got their picture together for me. Robyn felt funny to have forgotten her pajamas. Oh, well, Robyn, maybe next year you can remember to bring them - and maybe you won't be so flat then?



QUICK LINKS:

View more pictures from Sprittibee's Blissdom Adventures at her Blissdom Flickr set. You can see all the flatties that were at Blissdom at the Flat Blissdom set, too.

Head on over and let Sprittibee know how much you enjoyed her guest post. Remember my giveaway!  I'll be selecting on Monday and announcing the winner Tuesday.

Road to Relevant

Gather InSpirit is hosting a Meet Robyn post on their site today as part of their Road to Relevant series. If you are coming from that post, "Howdy!" If you are a regular reader, I'd love it if you would take a few minutes to visit the Gather InSpirit site and read more about the wonderful ladies there. They are just inspiring!

October seems so far away, but I know it will sneak up on me in no time! I first heard about Relevant from my blogging buddy, Sprittibee. You see, Sprittibee and I had a little deal going on when I couldn't go to Blissdom due to a family obligation. She took along my flat self, thanks to the template provided by Cathe.Without a doubt, Sprittibee made sure that I had a great time!

So when tickets were announced for Relevant, guess who emailed me to make sure I got it on my calendar? Yes, my sweet friend. I sure pray she makes it there this year, I just have to give her a big ole hug.

I'm also looking forward to meeting all of these ladies. Wow, this is some more group. I just know God will do amazing things during this conference. I just know He will and I can't wait to be a part of it.

My roommate for the conference is Steph of Bowmania. Y'all, I just can't wait to meet her in person. She is so sweet and I know I'm going to love her just as much in person as I do, well, now. I hope she's looking forward to being my roommate, too. Hey Steph - I promise I don't snore.


If you are considering going to Relevant and have not already purchased your ticket, prayerfully consider going. Discuss it with your spouse and go here to register. I can't wait to meet you there!

Passing Cars, Wrong Turns, and a Conversation

I remember the conversation. It is permanently written on my heart and my soul. I do not remember how I started it, but I'll never forget it.

I was driving into Atlanta that morning and had reached my turn on the interstate. I couldn't make the turn as I was too far over and cars were coming quickly in the other lanes. Like ants blindly following along the path of another, they didn't slow to let me pass.

And then I began the conversation. "Lord, please help me," I said. I'm not sure if I said it out of habit, but most likely I did.

I made the wrong turns time and time again until finally I just had to stop to get my bearings. As I sat there, I said those four words again. And then, my heart went further. The words poured from my mouth, "Dear God, is it your will for me to be a mother?"

From no where, tears ran hotly down my cheeks and my heart began pounding in my chest. I just know I could hear it beating so hard and so fast.

The words were spoken from my lips again, but I had not planned them. I did not intend to say them.

A warmth spread across like warm honey and I knew. I knew God was participating in this conversation with me like we'd not talked together in a while.

His message was clear, "You will have a son, but not by the path you make. By mine."

***

There are days I lose connection with this conversation and then there are moments when it comes crashing into my mind with the force of a waterfall - beautiful and strong. And those are the moments I am thankful for passing cars and wrong turns.

Hair Stylists, Calico Cats and Spinach {Things that don't go together}

I'll never forget the day. My mother and I had gone into Atlanta for a day with the hair stylist and shopping. Little Buddy was about two and was spending the day with my husband. I guess they were doing two year old boy and Daddy things while I was doing 30 {ahem..} year old daughter and Mother things.

Now, I have to tell you. I had seen this one hairdresser/ stylist/ whatever proper title you use nowadays for about 10 years. She was known in these parts as "the best." She was the type that you went to see and she told you exactly how awful you looked and what she was going to do to fix ya.

Ever been to one of those? They aren't the best for your self-esteem. But I think you pay them for their ability, not personality. At the time, I was one of the women who thought if they told you how badly you needed them that must mean you did.

Another hint that a lot of other women must have been following along with my same line of thought? You had to book your appointments with her at least four months in advance. Don't think you could get a work in appointment either. It just didn't matter that you had been spending gobs and gobs of money with her for 10 years. You better have an appointment dad gum it.

Anyway, back to the day.

We loved our special days and had not had one since Little Buddy had been born. Just a day with the two of us getting pampered and spending too much money. Sounded fun then.

We arrived at the salon and were greeted with mimosas, fruit and crackers. Since your appointment takes literally all day, you can easily have a few mimosas and they will have long left your system before time to drive home again. So, we each took one.

And then, we waited. This was part of the routine. Hurry up and wait.

When it was my turn for beautification, my stylist had a line of assistants ready to... well... assist. Two worked on my foils to get the "halo highlights" just the perfect ash blonde. As the foils were finished, it was time for manicure, pedicure, and brow wax.

Six hours and too much money later, I left. Not one bit excited about how my hair looked. Not only was my halo less than perfectly ash blonde, I now had four colors dancing around on my head in true calico cat fashion. Brown, blonde, red, and orange. It wasn't pretty, but I would have to come back another day to have it fixed.

Of course it would be fixed for free, it was just my hair needed to "rest between treatments to reduce the damage,"she said.

Off we went to have lunch and regales of shopping. Spinach artichoke dip, Grilled Chicken Ceaser Salads, and of course iced tea.

Not one to whine and cry for long, we laughed and said at least my was "unique." Shopping would indeed make it all better. We tried on shoes and drooled over the latest handbags. And then off to the Burberry store to search for an anniversary present for my husband.

I found the most adorable jacket for myself, on sale no less, and was in the middle of the obligatory "twirl" when I smiled at my Mother in the mirror. And that is when I saw it.

A clump of spinach the size of Georgia stuck right there in between my front two teeth.

And the calico cat, spinach-eating woman quietly crawled under a rock to die of shame.

The End.

Our Morning and A Winner

This morning I participated in a Nikon photowalk that turned out to actually be a competition. There were 25 photographers competing and were to capture and submit their cameras back in to Nikon with only three photographs in the camera. One for Planes and People, one for Planes in Flight, and another for Planes as Art. It was tough! My husband and Little Buddy were also able to participate and honestly, Little Buddy's photographs put mine to shame!

I think I know what elective I need to begin teaching him. Or maybe, he needs to begin teaching me.

We should find out the winners of the contest around 2. I just hope I can get digital copies of Little Buddy's photographs back. They were THAT good.


Also, last night officially ended the Ultimate Blog Party. You guys have blown me away with commenting on my UBP post and entering my giveaway. I wish I could give every one of you the $50 Amazon Gift Card. If I could, I would in a minute!

I have loved visiting you back and getting to see your blog homes as well. I look forward to continuing to read your blogs and hope that you will do the same. I've enjoyed this giveaway so much, I'm planning another biggee in the next week. So be sure to stay tuned for it.

And now, the winner. It's Lolli.

Congratulations. Send me an email and I'll email you with the gift card.

To everyone else, thank you so much for entering. Remember, I have another biggee coming next week!

Yoga Pants

Image by myyogaonline via Flickr

I wore them in public. Before last year, I'm not sure I even owned a pair. And then, I bought a pair of Eileen Fisher yoga pants and fell in love.

The sheer comfort.

They were soft as butter and wore like a dream. And then, I bought more.

I'm sure the other outfits in my closet were afronted at these new pants that seemed to always be front and center. The Kaspar suits were shoved to the side. In their place? Juicy Couture.

Now, I just need to learn yoga.

This post is part of Things I Love Thursday and I'm Lovin' It.

You May Have to Date a Frog Before You Find Your Prince

Y'all remember my post It Was Your Boo-tay? This is more of the story.

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I, like many little girls, grew up hearing, watching, and reading fairy tales about how the princess meets her prince.

The fair princess may eat an apple and fall into a deep slumber and then have her prince sweetly kiss her on her perfectly rose colored lips to wake her.

She may prick her finger on a spinning wheel to have the same fate as the aforementioned princess.

Or, she may kiss a frog to have him turn into her very own prince.

So when my friend asked me to please go on the blind date with her friend's son, I reluctantly agreed to go. In spirit of a blind date, I did not know much about the young man other than he came from a very nice family and was home from college on Christmas break. To say we were not a good match is really an understatement.

And then, in the middle of the party where he took me for our blind date, I saw him. The blue eyes. The boo-tay. And I just knew.

The only words he had spoken to me were, "Excuse me." But those two words were like sweet honey to my ears. I kept hearing them over and over. "Excuse me." I'd play it over in my mind a million times before the party ended. There was no way I could leave my blind date to walk over to another. But my mind had already left.

The party ended and my date took me home. I certainly wasn't present in the date at this point. I hadn't been since I'd looked up and met those eyes. It was like I was floating out of my date's car to my front porch. I took the key from my purse to go inside. I turned to thank my date and then... BAM!

His face was about four inches from my own and quickly getting closer.


You may have to date a frog before you find your prince, but you certainly don't have to kiss him!

Ultimate Blog Party!

It's Ultimate Blog Party time and I am super excited. If you are stopping by from the party, welcome. I sure hope you enjoy your visit and come back again {and often}.





Let me tell ya just a little bit about myself and my family. My name is Robyn and I am married to my sweetheart. We'll have been married 15 years this September. I know, I'm awfully young to have been married that long. {just kidding! you are only as old as you feel, and some days I feel ancient!}

We have one wonderful son, Little Buddy. He brings so much laughter and delight to our home.

Last year, I left my corporate job of 15 years and came home to be Wife, Mama, Teacher, and Entrepreneur. I traded in those Jimmy Choos for tennis shoes {usually flip flops for nine months out of the year} and haven't looked back!

I am a full-time homeschooling Mama and share quiet a bit about our journey in homeschooling, my newly fulfilled life, and sometimes glimpses into my business life.

In honor of the Ultimate Blog Party, I'm giving away a $50 Amazon gift card! Ok, yes, $50! Because I know you can find yourself a little something something at Amazon and get it lickity-split! And 'cause I'm just cool like that!

How to enter:
- Leave a comment with information on your blog, facebook page, twitter handle, etc. so I can come say hi to you, too! {I'm a friendly blogger!}

Extra entries:
- Subscribe to Our Homeschool Home by RSS or Email.
- Become a Fan on Facebook
- Follow on Twitter
- Retweet about my Amazon gift card giveaway!


Thanks so much for coming by and I sure hope you come back soon!

As for the prizes I would love to have:
US18 - Goodie Basket for Mom from Healthy Moms
USC8 - $55 Amazon e-Gift Card from Kelly's Lucky You
US38 - Mary Kay Satin Hands from Jasmin Collier and Tamisha Hays
US65 - The Fantastic Mr. Fox DVD from Stacey Says
US72 - Your Shape for Wii from Kristie's List
US95 - $100 Gift Certificate to Restaurants.com from Thrify Jinxy
US105 - Get Fit Pack from Green Mom Wannabe
USC3 - $50 Target Gift Card from Peggy Gorman

Guilty Pleasures

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I have a few guilty pleasures. Okay, more than few.

1. Reese’s Peanut Butter eggs. Just one will do, but goodness two are so much better.

2. Sweet Tea. Come on, I’m from the South. This stuff was in my bottle as a baby I think. And please do NOT try to give me the fake stuff. I want my Grandmother’s Sweet Tea thank you very much.

3. Clarisonic. There are days that I could use that baby 10 times a day. It feels great and it makes my skin look good.

4. Mindless television. Okay, I admit it. I like to watch some mindless television from time to time.

5. Bags. Oh my how I love bags (purses). I thought myself a collector. What was I thinking? I’m a work at home mama. But they sure are pretty.

6. Girly movies. I love to watch girly movies. You know those movies that are all lovey-dovey? Those would be my favorite.

7. Silk pillow cases. Oh my! It’s hard to sleep without one now. I actually take one with me when we travel, that’s how much I love them!

8. Disney characters. There is just something about those characters. They make me feel like a little one again, too. A smile comes to my face just thinking of them. I have a feeling I’ll be a little ole lady begging my grandchildren to go to Disney with me.

9. Portraits. I love photography, but there is something about an oil on canvas portrait that draws me every time.

10. Johnson’s baby lotion. The smell of this lotion is an instant reminder of when Little Buddy was a baby.

11. Twitter. There is just not much to say about that. If you tweet, you get it.

12. Nora Roberts. She writes a great beach read, even when you aren’t going to the beach.

13. Coca-Cola. We just call it Coke here. The real stuff. Please don’t try to give me that other kind.

14. Cast iron skillets. Not much else to say except… cooking perfection.

15. Flat iron. It’s shameful how I used to walk around with such frizzy hair.

16. Monograms. Where I live, we try to figure out how to monogram everything.

17. Fireplaces. Even in the summer. Especially in the winter.

18. Fonts. I could spend all day playing with fonts. I don’t unleash my love of fonts on y’all because I’d break the design of the blog that Darcy fixed for me. But, I restrain myself.

19. Neck nuzzles. Only from my husband.

20. Giggles. Little Buddy’s giggles make my heart smile. No matter what else is happening in the world. I need to record it so I have it forever.

21. Love. I’m a sucker for love. I love my family and can’t get enough of them.


Now, what’s your guilty pleasure?

It Was Your Boo-tay!

Fifteen years ago, I was on a blind date with a friend of a friend's son home from college. Don't get me started on why I went, I think my friend must have promised a shopping trip or something extra special like a new purse to get me to agree.

Anyway, I was just out of a relationship and definitely was not interested in another. The pre-arranged blind date was scheduled for us to attend a Christmas party for the company where this guy had interned over the summer.

Even though it was a blind date, I took care in making sure I looked presentable. A nice red dress appropriate for such an event, high-heeled shoes (cause y'all know I love them), and my hair was fixed just so. I have to say, I looked pretty cute.

My blind date arrived right on time and to make a long story short, I could tell he was not my type in less than five minutes with him. He greeted me with Star Trekisms and weird talk that I still to this day have no idea what he was saying. Now, I have nothing against Star Trek, it's just not my thing. It wasn't then and I haven't gotten any further in touch with it over all these years.

We arrived at the Christmas party and were seated at a table close to the front of the room. I had a good time over dinner talking with the other folks at our table, but I was just plain out bored. I just kept thinking, "she (my friend) really owes me one for this." I was dreaming what kind of bag she would have to ante up for from this fix-up.

About the time I was ready to find a way to institute the emergency phone call from a friend ploy I heard, "Excuse me." Obviously someone needed past my seat. My scheming interuppted, I looked up to see bright blue eyes staring down at me. They held so much laughter. You know, the kind of eyes that you just can't look away from? Those that hold your glance a lot longer than they really should? Especially when you are on a blind date fix-up by a friend of a friend who keeps incesantly talking about Star Trek like he has just discovered Spock is at the table? Yep, those eyes.

Then, I moved my chair out the way, smiled back, and he passed by our table. My breath caught in my chest, my eyes burned and blurred, and I felt like I could just pass out right then and there. He had the best looking boo-tay I had ever seen in my life!

Wanna know what happened next? You'll just have to check back soon for the rest of the story.

Night Owl

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I am a night owl.

There is just no two ways about it. My creative juices start flowing after 3:00 PM and keep going until the wee hours of the morning.

I’ve tried changing my sleep patterns to help me become more of a morning person. You know….

these…

• 1. don’t eat after 7
• 2. eliminate caffeine
• 3. go for an afternoon walk
• 4. do not watch television before bedtime
• 5. have a warm bath

I’ve tried them all.

I still just can not sleep well before midnight. Truth be told, it’s about 3:00 AM  and I’m still up piddling.

Oh, and by the way, if you ask Little Buddy what kind of animal stays up all night and sleeps all day, he'll say, "A Party Animal." Now where in the world did THAT come from?

Do you know any techniques to convert from a true night owl to a “regular” person’s sleep pattern? Please share. I need it.

Tweet Tweet

Well, I am switching my Twitter account over from @robyntweettweet to @RobynOHSH.

Why? Well, a few reasons.


1. I like to chat. Primarily, my tweets were somehow being blocked from Twitter search. The reason, who knows. But I love to participate in chats. (like #gno, #gtchat, #savvybloggin, etc.) Since I did not show up in the Twitter search, folks couldn't see my great comments. It was like I was tweeting in the wind. Frustrating for sure.

2. Bring it home baby. I originally set up @robyntweettweet before I even began blogging. I was oh so private with my tweets, etc. Then, along came my blog and Darcy. {I love Darcy!} She asked if I had a Twitter account she could linky linky on my blog. Who knew you could do such magic?

Well, Darcy does.

But besides Darcy?

Not me.

Anyway, now my Twitter account was opened up, I made 600 something pals on Twitter, but @robyntweettweet is hard to type. It's long. It's cumbersome. It doesn't have anything to do with my blog. So, I decided to bring it on home.

@RobynOHSH sure seemed better.

3. Cause I wanted a headache. Yep, it's definitely going to be a headache and hassle trying to get all my 600 something pals to now follow me on @RobynOHSH.

I sure hope my besties don't forget about me and there I sit all alone.

Guess who was the first to follow the NEW me? I'll give ya two guesses - You got it on one ---- DARCY. She even beat my Mom. (Oh, my Mom's not on Twitter.)

{Did I tell ya I love Darcy?}