Has this ever happened to any of you? Finding a gift for a person who has everything. Recently, my mom celebrated her birthday. Actually it was 3 days after mine. I always tell her I am her forever birthday gift. Now you know that’s about cute for a few years, then mom wants you to pony up and get her a real gift.
This year I was at a lost. I could do the “old” reliable, a gift card. However, I did that last year. So when it doubt ask someone who does not know your mommy. I was talking to my friend Denise and she suggested an idea she saw on Pinterest. Eureka! Why didn’t I think of that. My friend suggested I do a hand print craft featured on TresFrenchhens. Here is a picture.
It is a really cool idea. So I set out to make it happen for my mom. My first task, find an affordable frame big enough for our little family project for mom. I went to Goodwill. This actually was my first time in this thrift store haven. I racked up not only a good-sized picture frame, a chair for my girls room(my next revamp project), a plate, tambourine for less than $20. Score!
The first thing, I traced all of my families hand prints on coordinating colors of scrapbook paper. I actually had some on hand(no pun intended).
The frame I purchased for $2.75 actually had a picture inside mounted on heavy cardboard. I did not want to move it because of its durability, instead I used scrapbook paper left over from our hand print and covered part of the picture.
Next, I used Mod Podge to glue down each hand print starting with the biggest down to the smallest. I can tell you it was not easy tracing the hand print of a 2-year-old. We had to do it at least three times. I opted not to put our name but instead my favorite Bible scripture, Proverbs 31:28, “Her children arise up, and call her blessed…”
It was a super easy project and I like how it turned out. You can see my pictures below. What do you think? In His Super Grace,
I am writing this post on my 30-something birthday!(May 31st) The clock reads: 2:04am. I should be sleeping but I am wide awake with excitement. Today, as people celebrate me I want to pose a question to you. When was the last time you celebrated yourself? I mean really celebrated without it being a birthday? Although excited about the Facebook birthday posts, cards, calls and gifts. However, I am most excited about the birthday celebration I am throwing myself.
I believe you should honor others, rejoice with them, and cheer them on. But I also think many of us have developed this attitude to celebrate ourselves means we are being arrogant and self consuming. I disagree. I have spent the better part of the early years of my life depressed; not liking myself. I had birthday parties, even surprise parties where people gathered together to honor me but on the inside I did not even like me. Trust me, its hard to enjoy a party when you have self-esteem issues. It gives new meaning to that song… “It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to.”
My life changed in college. It when then I vowed after a friend told me I was good at celebrating others but horrible at giving myself the same permission. I decided whether no one else did or did not I would love me enough to applaud me. So back to my original question: “When was the last time you celebrated you?” You don’t have to wait until your birthday, you can do it when you meet a goal or just because.
So as my friend told me many years ago, I give you permission to buy a hamburger and put a candle in it… it’s your special day because YOU are worth celebrating.
Happy YOU Day!
In His Super Grace
This week’s writing prompt from Mama Kat’s poses the following question: What about school do you miss the least? How apropos (check me out using my SAT words) as my 6-year-old graduates from Kindergarten this week. I always enjoyed school. People laugh when I tell them I really enjoy learning. You can laugh now too. Seriously, even now in my thirties, I enjoy learning new things, storing the info in my brain so I can later share it with others. Nerdy, yes but it has been beneficial in those awkward moments on the elevator (Here’s a random fact: Did you know: A mosquito has 47 teeth. And only female mosquitoes bite, they need protein from the blood or their eggs? Feel free to use the next time you are at the family cookout. Special thanks to Random Facts.)Well let me get straight to the point. I do not like Math. As a child it just seems like I could never wrap my brain around subtraction, multiplication, division, algebra, calculus. I hated it. I actually would get a sinking feeling in my stomach. You can imagine I was just as sadden when I discovered in college as a mass communication major I had to take statistics and macro economics. Really? Torture. And it seems every time I had a math class it always involved the hardest teacher ever! For example, my first year taking stats, my teacher was known as “Terminating Turner”. She had a reputation of actually preventing Seniors from graduating. She was known for giving pop quizzes with one problem. Rarely wrote on the board and would not go above and beyond to work with you. I shudder just to think about that woman. I had to take that class over. The next year I had a biker chick named Robin. She insisted we called her by her first name. Robin was cool but she was very supportive. She stayed after class, held office hours and had an attitude that she really wanted me to get this and not glory in tormenting me in this subject. I passed stats that year with a “C”. Hallelujah!As a thirty-something mother of 3, I still don’t like math all that much. Matter of fact, when my husband and I newlyweds, we met with a financial consultant, I refused. Talking about money with results in talking about math still is not fun. However, I enjoy being a business owner and talking about profits, which again involves math. Umm, maybe I am growing up.Anyway, my 6-year-old has discovered the wonderful world of math this year. She is smart cookie. I know I could be bias. However, some of the math problems have been difficult, especially when you have to plug-in the missing number. For example: 3+blank=7. I saw her frustration. I even got frustrated at times too. But one thing I had to keep reminding myself is to “not making her hate it.” I remember as a child my parents sitting with me at the table going over math problems. My parents became frustrated because I was not getting it, I became frustrated because my thought was “why doesn’t my brain work.” From that point I started to hate math. So, I had to get in it with her and even though I rather do reading comprehension(Reading/English were my favorite subjects) I had to help her push pass “the hate” and see that with a little time and effort she could get through it. And we did! Thank you Lord!This week’s writing prompt has me looking at things differently. Instead of saying I hate math maybe now that I have grown up I can say I do not enjoy math but can appreciate why we have to learn it. Now that is maturity speaking there folks(haha).
Now it is your turn. What do you miss least about school? Go ahead and fuss up.
In His Super Grace
Teacher Appreciation Week was last week at my children’s school and I am late. There is a lot happening here at SuperMOMdel World Headquarters. Matter of fact, I have not even posted a Freestyle Friday Craft in more than a month. Do you forgive me? Thank you , I need lots of grace!
My children have really great teachers. Next week, is the last day of school. Last night, I starting my “Growth” project. Now here is my disclaimer. I do have a “supplies” list but as the project progressed it took on a life of its own. I made a lot of adjustments mid way but still want to give you options.
I purchased a set of 3 small flower pots for $1. I used chalkboard paint I picked up from Lowe’s. It took about two coats, less than 20 minutes to dry. Around the rim of the flower paint I used white acrylic paint to cover the areas where the chalkboard paint spilled over.
When I started this project I had my own ideas on how to make a flower out of a pipe cleaner. As you can see from the above it came out “ok” but there is a great tutorial online. Thank God for Google. You can watch the video here. I followed the tutorial. It was very easy but I thought the flower would be too busy.
Now that the flower pots are dried it is time to mix up the “Dirt” pudding for the inside. I first heard about “Dirt” pudding when I was working freelance at a Law Firm. We were having a party for one of our colleagues and wanted something fun. One of the women made this pudding in a bucket and served it with a shovel. Super cute presentation, trust me on this one. Mine is the quick and “dirt(y)”, (no pun intended) version. You can see the “real” recipe below. This would also be very cool at a little boys birthday party.
I used store brought pudding but I will mix in chopped up Oreo cookies, everything is better with Oreo cookies, right? And of course you can’t have dirt without worms…gummy worms that is.
I lined the flower pots with clear wrap, so the teachers can eat right out of it. (Smarty Pants). I filled it with the pudding and cut around the edge to make it look a little cleaner.
I often think in music.
I live my daydreams in music.
I see my life in terms of music.”
– Albert Einstein
I decided to take part in my first writing prompt. When I started blogging last year I thought I would never run short of ideas. Lately, I have hit a wall, a brick wall, really hard. Mama Kat from Mama’s Losing It is hosting a writing workshop this month where she gives a list of writing ideas you can choose from. I consider myself a musician, at least in my mind. Ever since I can remember I have enjoyed music although I have never played an instrument, Umm.. maybe I will add that to my list: Learn how to play an instrument. Anyway, I digress…
So, here goes it.. The Songs that tell my life (so far)
I am not sure why, but it seems when I am always in a rush,which is often I lose my keys, my glasses, the kids(lol). Does this happen to anyone else? Since the first time I heard this song I was like this is my life’s anthem from start to finish. But it is also a gentle reminder how really blessed I am. As someone once told me, “You’re blessed to be busy.” Selah.
This is the year of BIG in our household. My 6-year-old graduates from first grade next week. My son turns 2 in June and starts 2k in August. My 4-year-old is starting a gymnastics class. My birthday is at the end of the month, I am moving forward in a new business venture and for the first time I am getting serious about my health. And my husband has several great opportunities before him. However, in all this great stuff we had to deal with some tough times but thank the Lord “It’s Not Over.” Be encouraged today my friends, “When God is in it, there is NO limits and it’s not over!”
If I could sing, which I can not! I would want to sing like this! Seriously, I have listened to this women since college. And without fail she has given me the ability to think less about what is going on around me and focus my attention on He who keeps me in perfect peace.
This is my get hype song. This dude, yes, I said dude, Canton Jones is the bomb dot com. Yes, this mama said it. My children enjoy his music. When we have a praise party at the house this is who we are pumping… so turn up your speakers and Gooooo WILD!!!🙂
Besides the fact that I like M&M’s this commercial is HIGH-larious! Each and every time I laugh as if it’s the first time. We also play this song in Zumba class which provokes even more laughs. They say you burn calories from laughing… I kinda believe it!
So what is your life song now and why? I want to hear it!
In His Super Grace
I need to fold laundry. I need to mop the kitchen. Instead here I am writing a blog post about Mother’s Day. I know every mom blogger has written or will write a blog post about Mother’s Day. Well, here’s another. As a mother of a 6,4 and almost 2-year-old I usually get a lot of handmade gifts from school and church. No complaints here. I love handmade gifts. However, I have a list of some things that would make me a happy mama this Mother’s Day.
Here is my list in no particular order:
- a child who won’t puke on me or any object near me. (True story: Last Mother’s Day my son vomited all over my new outfit at church)
- not to referee any fights especially over a doll, ball or matter of fact any toys
- to sleep in past 7am on saturday
- To not say the following words all weekend: “stop it” “don’t do that!” “If I have to pull this car over!” “Do your ears work?” ” You got one more time!”
- to use the bathroom without the following happening: A) an impromptu family meeting B) Children who are thirsty and need me to fix them a drink( even though they passed Daddy in the kitchen) C) Children who say things like “We need to come in!” D) My son pressing his face and tiny fingers under the crack of the door
- to shower without an audience(see above)
- to wear my nice clothes without becoming a human napkin (Wipe Here😦 )
- not being awaken at 3am because of a tummy ache resulting in my having to share my bed with my husband and a (wild sleeper) of a child.
- to not have surprises awaiting me when I get the little man out of the crib (I will let you use your imagination here)
- to not yell for my husband as if I am a teenage sister…”Will you get them to stop , please?!
- and finally, to get through a day without someone breaking down in tears due to the following: not liking what’s on their plate, what they are wearing, what someone else is wearing or “just because”
This is totally in humor. I love my little blessings. I am laughing but I take my role as a mom very serious. I have the task of shaping young women and men who will grow up and have their own family. It is my desire to do the job well so their husbands and wives will thank God for me. To all my Mom’s out there Happy Mother’s Day and if no one told you today, “Thank you for all you do both seen and unseen.”
So, if you could come up with your own list of Mother’s Day gifts what would be on it? Please leave a comment. I do read them.
In His Super Grace (God knows we need it)
PS. I will have a more serious post tomorrow🙂
A show of hands, how many you of you like Free stuff? I know this momma certainly does. I am not one of those extreme coupon types, at least not yet. However, after a working mama shared with me how she cut her grocery bill of $242 down to about $12. Yep, I’m sold. She also told me we should not pay for toilet paper nor paper towels. Say what? According to her, toilet paper should be Free, nada, zilch. That sounds great seeing my children go through toilet paper in our house like it is FREE. Speaking of Free… Let’s get to the topic at hand.
I am one of those women who tries things out first before recommending it to others. You can be assured the links I give below are trustworthy. Many of my freebies comes from blogs in which I have become Facebook fans with. My first deal was a one year subscription to ESPN for my husband for about $4. Next, I scored FREE paint from ACE hardware when they were giving away paint every Saturday during the month of March. My first quart of yellow paint (my favorite color) called Sunshine actually covered my whole laundry room. Whoohoo! But that is not it. Recently, my husband and I were able to enjoy an Artisan pizza from Domino’s for you guessed it, FREE. And to work out that pizza I earned a FREE stability ball from FITstudio by just signing up for fitness news via email.
However, there is more, Yes, so much more. I received this beauty in the mail last week. A FREE beauty bag of cosmetics, skin care and hair products from Target. To get it all I had to do was “like” Target on Facebook when they were offering a sign up for the beauty bag giveaway. I hear they do this giveaway ever so often so keep checking back on their Facebook page.
And look at this! A box of goodies from Valspar Paint. The company was giving away certain amounts of free paint of any color choice to online Facebook fans. The gift box features a small can of paint, paint roller/pan and coupons to use in the future.
I can not begin to tell you how euphoric it is to get something really good for FREE. I want to share the joy with you my friends. Below I have a list of sites, I follow either via Facebook or blog for daily super deals. Again, these are sites I am familiar with and have used with no problems. If you get a really good deal or snag a Fun FREE item let me know, won’t you?
Have a fabulous time!
Here are the sites for FREE stuff:
The site touts you can find freebies, coupons and more!
On this Facebook page you can freebies, coupons, how-to’s, etc.
Jen says she can save you $54.79 or more daily.
Living large on a limited budget; Sweet who couldn’t use that!
A show of hands, has anyone else noticed that losing weight is not easy? How about when you are over 30? It is like my metabolism is staging a boycott yelling..”Heck no, We won’t go!”. I have been on my wealth of health journey since last Thanksgiving. By now I want the numbers on the scale to say less but the “fat” is slooooowly coming off. And I do mean slow. It’s frustrating. At times, you almost feel like giving up. My self talk: I could try some quick fad diet and lose record weight in little to no time but what would that do? For me, taking me right back in the place of never really learning the act of discipline. If you are a parent isn’t this what we attempt to convey to our children. No shortcuts, no easy routes, do it right the first time, give it all you’ve got! Yep, as a mother of three children under the age of 6 years old. I had to swallow my pill today of “easy.”
Two weeks ago was a tough one. I had an emotional charged situation and instead of expressing how I felt I turned to my old faithful companion:Food. I binged for two days as I processed what I had to deal with. The hard reality after seven months of doing it “right” I went back to my old habits. I was disgusted with myself. And I could feel it that Monday at the gym. I felt alone. mad. sad. defeated. I knew in that moment how a drug addict felt. I did what I only knew how to do. I prayed. Yes, I prayed about my lack of discipline. I had to put it on the altar so God could consume my issues with food. I am encouraged to know God answers when His daughter calls.
In my time I learned a few things: I am not looking for a quick fix. This is my way of life. I have gone from never exercising to having a regular workout regime. It will take time for my body and mind to get use to that. I need accountability. I can no longer be the lone ranger. Just as a new believer in Christ I allowed people to teach, direct and hold me to the fire, I must have that same attitude in this “new” life. And lastly, I have to renew my mind to food, exercise and my overall health.
My first step was to reach out to my workout partner “Beth” especially when I feel like down a whole case of Oreo cookies. This is a huge step for me. I am use to “taking care” of everything for everyone. To admit I may need some help especially to someone who I am still getting to know made me vulnerable. I need accountability. I also decided to speak with someone about nutrition. I can’t doing all this work and “eating” it back up. And finally, I decided to share my fitness goals with you. I am a transparent person, at least I would like to think so but the following let’s the world know what’s in my heart. (deep breath, so here it is goes)
- lose 45 pounds
- better relationship with food and money(will explain later)
- run/walk in a 5k( a walk or run)
- mud run (I know I have lofty goals)
- learn how to swim this summer
- wear a bathing suit
- build endurance
- stick with it
I am so grateful to all of you who send words of encouragement. Please know I do not take it lightly. Your encouragement has been the push I needed many days. Along with the support of “Beth”, family and friends. I can say I am a blessed woman. There are some “haters” but they only drive me not to quit. My faith in Christ has been a great asset on those days when encouragement may seem far and few between. Here are the two scriptures I am quoting this week. I especially was saying the first during my first ever 6 mile walk/run last week.
But the one who endures to the end will be saved. Matthew 24:13 NLT
We do not want you to become lazy, but to imitate those who through faith and patience inherit what has been promised.
Hebrews 6:12 NIV
Today, someone called me the wrong name. It happens often. When you have a name that is not “common” people have a tendency to well make up one for you. My name is Roshanda, which I pronounce as Ro-shon-da. It probably should be pronounced Ro-shan-da however, I do not like that pronunciation, and I never have, it sounds pretentious to me. My mother and father were expecting a boy; Lo and behold they got another girl! As the name story goes, my mother says she was reading “Jet” Magazine a weekly magazine targeted toward African-American readers, founded in 1951 according to Wikipedia. My mom says she saw some person in the magazine with the name “Roshanda,” she thought it was different and decided to go with that one. Hence, I was named Roshanda. Now, for anyone who has ever read “Jet” each issue includes the beauty of the week. When I tell the story on how my name came to be, I say, I was named after the beauty of the week.
Growing up I never liked my name much. Seriously, what is a “Roshanda?” I was the only one in my class surrounded by an abundance of “Jennifer’s.” By the way, Jennifer was a popular name in the 70’s. Matter of fact, my five imaginary friends were all named, you guessed it, Jennifer. My uncommon name hang-ups weren’t just at school, but when I got home too. My older sister is named Lisa. Yes, you heard correctly, Lisa. My sister, like most, would torment me with the story about being adopted since my name was not as common as hers. (Evil sister!)
Seriously, what’s a name anyway? In a day when people name their children after fruit, a color in the crayon box, or even just make it up what’s the big deal? Well, a lot. When I decided to have my own children a lot of thought went into the name. I thought about it all. I said the name, I screamed the name, and I imagined what it would look like on a graduation program and how the initials would look on a monogrammed tote. I may have been a little obsessive, but I know what it is like to have an unusual name. My husband and I really wanted names that connected with our faith in Christ. So when it came to our daughters name we prayed and hence the name: Jael Kaelyn. Jael is a Hebrew named pronounced (Yah-el). I like the Hebrew pronunciation, but knew people would not get that right. So we call her (Jah-el). Her whole name means: strength of God delivered. And I can testify He certainly has! All of our children have significance in their name. The reason is simply in the Bible people named their children based upon where they were going or where they left. There is power in a name. I believe what we name our children has a great significance on who they will later become.
How about you? Do you like your name? If you could change it, what would you change it to and why?
In His Super Grace