It’s Possible I Don’t Like Winter because I Have No Winter Clothes: One frigid, snow covered morning a few weeks ago at 5:30 AM my friend Marin mentioned that she finds it hard to like winter when she owns no warm clothes. My mind was blown. Literally the day before my ankles had frozen because I had no shoes to cover them. I live and have lived my whole life in a region that has a real winter. Freezing temperatures, snow, blowing wind. Why, oh why, don’t I own any clothes?!?! Well, a couple of things. First, I find them less comfortable. Two, they are more expensive. Three, I put some feelers out for fashion bloggers who style for actual cold weather and the main response was, “let me know if you find any.” But none of those reasons are enough to spend four or five months of my year miserable. I haven’t quite solved this problem, but the first step is admitting you have a problem right?
Twinkle Lights Really are Magical: About ten minutes after the time changed I realized we had a big problem, it was finally dark when my kids went to bed. Which means they couldn’t read before they went to bed. Which in turn means they are downstairs every five minutes asking for a drink, a hug, or going potty. Nope. So I ran to Wal-Mart the next day and grabbed $10 of twinkle lights and timers and bedtime has become a breeze. My kids are suddenly chomping at the bit to get to their beds and sit under their pretty lights and read their book. Glory. Hallelujah.
I Get Weird About Words: Listen I had an amazing thing happen this month, I preached a message (that you can find here) and some dear friends of mine wrote a song based on that message. Obviously I wanted to explain to people the depth of this experience and how it moved me and I could only think of one word: Blessed. But let’s be honest, that word has been so strangely twisted and diluted that I found myself saying it (because it was indeed the correct word) and then following it up with a definition. Sometimes it’s hard to be a word geek.
A Good Gift Guide Can Save Your Tail (Otherwise: Gifts are NOT My Love Language): Seriously, it’s not that I don’t try, it’s that I can’t even quite comprehend it. This whole gift thing baffles me in ways that no educated adult should ever be confounded. And while there are a million gift guides out there the ones I always go back ever single year are these: