If I eat flowers will my allergies go away?

I ate local honey all year. I have lived in Georgia my whole life. I never go outside. So why have my eyes been so itchy and watery for the past few days that I can’t even wear make-up?

My eyes itch. My nose runs. I have headaches. Do you know how frustrating a half sneeze is?!?!!

I think Mother Nature heard that I don’t like her and she is striking back.

I have tried eye drops, but I miss A LOT and so I just have fake tears all over my face. Then my eyes itch more. People keep asking me if I’ve been crying.

No, I do not want to use a teapot to pour into nose. I really don’t see how that is at all a good idea. I had plenty of water go up my nose as a kid and I do not want to recreate that sensation on purpose.

I also am in denial that I have allergies. I think that if I ignore it long enough I won’t have them, therefore I don’t need to take medication. Because if I bought it, that would be surrendering! I will not surrender to daisies!

I may be getting a little delirious.

Stupid spring. It’s not even warm. Where are the April showers! I’m packing up and moving to the desert. There’s like one plant. I think it’ll be great.

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March Update

My March newsletter that shows a Week in the Life of Me!

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Which Me?

“Which Me?” – Alexandra Squyres (World Race Mobilization Specialist) In response to:

“Ok, if you were creating a World Race blog, what name would you use? Allie or Alexandra?”

Alexandra is my expert in all things World Race, our 11 countries in 11 months trip. She is the person you know is always telling the truth. She’s also the person that is serious about her job, but at about 4:30 on most days, her goofy side shows through.

At work I feel like the question “Which Me” comes up a lot. We are often times a different version of us at work. That’s why I love seeing co-workers outside of work, because you get to see new sides of them.

But my life constantly has me asking “Which Me?”

Which me would you like to be in charge of the budget?

– The me that finds several things on every trip to Target that I NEED?

OR

– The me that says you have $1.75 a day to eat off of and shows you how many meals you can make out of a $0.50 bag of split peas?



Which me would you like to do your laundry?

– The me that insists on reading and following all the instructions on the labels?

OR

– The me that will wash all of the laundry but HATES to put it away?


Which me do you want to ask an opinion of?

– The me that agrees with you, but isn’t fully honest?

OR

-The me that always points out the flaws I see, because I think that’s actually helping?

I’ve discovered overtime that there are parts of me that different people need at different times.

On Sunday, I never give Carl my honest opinion on how the music for that morning’s worship went, even if he asks for it. We are both tired and I never seem to say it sensitively enough and he always takes it too personally. I have learned that he does want to hear my honest opinion, just later on in the week when he’s a few days away from it.

Sometimes my sister needs someone to act goofy with her and sometimes she needs someone to confide in.

Sometimes friends need me to cry with them and sometime they need me to laugh with them.

We all have these relationships that ask different things of us.

Sometimes I call different people depending on if I need someone to complain with me or if I need someone to tell me to get over myself. Sometimes I call different people depending on if I want a quiet cup of coffee and time to catch up with a friend or if I want to have a fun girls night out. Sometimes I clean for 10 hours straight, sometimes I just want to read in my bed all day. Sometimes I fall asleep at 9:30 sometimes I’m up until 3.

The funny thing is I never seem to get the me that I need.

When I need to clean, I don’t want to get out of bed. When Carl wants a lazy Saturday, I only see the things that need to be done. When I need to stay up to finish something, I can’t keep my eyes open. When I need to get to sleep for boot-camp the next morning, I can’t get to sleep.

The good thing is, it doesn’t stress me out as much as it used to.

It’s not a which me anymore. If the house isn’t as clean as I want, that’s just reality; a true reflection of me and my life. If I can’t stay up late to get something done, that’s just reality of what my body can do. There is always tomorrow. If my friends reach out to me, they know my heart, they know the love that I have for them, even though I’m not perfect.

I’m always striving to be better organized, more flexible, and more relaxed, but I’m coming to grips with the fact that I am growing out of the “Which Me” mentality. I know that the God I serve made me the way I am.

I started with a quote, so let me end with one:

“Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than You.” – Dr. Suess

Things not to put on a charm bracelet

People hate it when I wear this to work. Initially I get so many compliments, but once I start writing or typing or even walking, “jingle jingle”. Even I get tired of my soundtrack (I mean my husband is a musician).

But I love wearing it and walking through each piece of my life that is represented on my bracelet. Christmases, graduations, first car, first travel, and charms from loved ones. It’s a physical (sometimes audible) reminder of what and who have made me into the woman I am today. However, these are the things we like to relive and remember.

Then there are some we’d rather just forget. Charms not on my bracelet:

– My first F

– My first broken heart

– My freshman 20

– My first overdraft fee (or my second)

– My first car accident

These things have also made me who I am. A diligent student of life, a thankful wife, a healthier eater, a better steward of what God has blessed me with, and a much more cautious driver. Maybe I should put these charms on my bracelet…

Reset Button

What is it about a new day that holds so much promise? Or a new week, month, or year for that matter?

A good night sleep seems to wash away the frustrations, disappointments, and struggles from the day before. So do we just loose steam? Or do we get crankier? In the middle of a rough day, she we stop for a nap?

What is it about a new calendar that holds weight loss and good financial decisions in our future?

I think it’s that reset button. The start-over point. If we can wash the slate clean, then we won’t be overwhelmed.

I’m trying to reset continually now. Take a deep breath and start over.

Real or Fake?

This is a question that gets asked in so many different contexts.

Real or fake plants?

Real or fake Oakley’s?

Real or fake Ugg boots?

Real or fake concern?

Real or fake friends?

Real or fake love?

If you’re like me, your plants die in a week, so fake or none.

If you’re like me, you lose your sunglasses every two months, so fake or store brand.

If you’re like me, you only get hand-me-down Uggs, but you notice a QUALITY difference. So maybe quality is worth paying for?

If you’re like me, you grew up in the South and you really wonder if people care when they ask: “How are you?”

If you’re like me, you’ve had both friends that aren’t there when you need them, but then you are even more appreciative of the ones who love you through the ups and downs.

If you’re like me, you’ve started to learn that real love is rare. Real love means you love someone, but you remember they’re human. Real love brings the best out in you. Real love gives more than it takes. Real love is bigger than us. Real love died for us.

This year I have begun to ask myself. What makes a “Real” Christmas and what makes a “Fake” Christmas. If you’re like me, you love the movies, the music, the food, the decorations, even the bustle that comes with this season. But if you’re like me, and it seems like so many others, this year you’ve been forced to evaluate what Christmas means to you. And if you’re like me, you’re drawing close to loved ones and counting your blessings, and realizing that you have found something REAL.

Merry Christmas!

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Name Dropping

My husband changed his name. What’s that about? I was Crosby. Super easy to pronounce and then I took on Lubbe. Yeah, go ahead, say it out loud. You didn’t come close. It’s pronounced Libba. Yeah I know, I get asked to repeat myself a lot. So what is Carl’s new name? “Carl Dylan”. It’s a stage name. Yeah, most 14-year-olds think I’m cool now. He changed it for the same reason, no one can tell their friend about Carl Loobee and then actually find him on YouTube. But don’t worry, I’ll just take it out on my kids and name them something like Ruby Loobee… Does anyone have any other horrible suggestions for kids names?

Joey Doesn’t Share Food!

Joey Doesn’t Share Food – Friends Episode Clip

This is one of Carl and I’s favorites, mainly because it is so reflective of our lives; in that I don’t share food. Over the past few years friends and family have learned that one of my biggest pet peeves is sharing food with people (especially Carl).

This really seems to tickle people that I’m not a food sharer. And really I’m not a great sharer in general. I don’t know if it’s because I’m one of four siblings. Or if it’s just one of those things that I was born with. I remember when I was younger (7 or 8), I had a cookie cake birthday cake. I hid it so that I wouldn’t have to share it with anyone. Of course I forgot about it and it went bad and grew mold.

I think that is a perfect metaphor for what stinginess breeds. I don’t want this “mine” mentality, but it is so hard to share things I love; things that are mine.

One of the things I have been exercising is something that I learned from the team I led in Hilton Head this summer:

Before you buy something, ask yourself if you would be okay with someone borrowing it. If not don’t buy it. Clothes, food, books, etc. It has been amazing to enter into this  “agreement” with myself that if I buy something I have to be able to happily share it.

Things I will never share:

  • My husband
  • Underwear
  • Toothbrush!!!
  • Mascara
  • Not really a fan of sharing headphones which really means sharing earwax

It is definitely hard, but I have found a more joyful heart in spreading and sharing things that I love with people I love.

Things I Love to Share:

  • Travel
  • Pictures
  • Hugs
  • Blankets
  • My Opinion – Joking, sort of

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Being a Grown-Up is Expensive

I text people when I get $0.20 off per gallon at Kroger. That was a highlight of my day. I have no idea how I got $0.20 off, but I did and I celebrate with my gas dance at the tank. I don’t remember Kroger Plus Cards being so monumental in my life.

Like I said, being a grown-up, driving places, eating food, living costs money. I know this is brand new information. After the summer being so hot and our GA Power bill basically costing us our first born, Carl and I decided to re-evaluate our budget. So we thought we would share the steps to create a “Budget Date Night”.

1. Freak out over your bills. This will prompt the need to make a budget.

2. Find all of your bills. Schedule at least 30 minutes because you will forget your password to at least one account, and it will take time to fight over the phone to find out what it is.

3. Sit down and add up your bills. Compare this to your income. You will initially be relieved to see that you can just barely cover your bills. Then freak out when you realize you haven’t added in food or gas to that and you have $20 to eat a month.

4. Immediately plan to buy Ramen. You haven’t had enough sodium lately anyways.

5. Run around the house and turn all the lights off to save some change. Get angry at your spouse for buying a sandwich a week ago. Don’t mention your Starbucks that cost just as much.

6. Finish your budget date in the dark. Say a prayer of thanks, because even though the math barely works, you know that God continues to provide every month and somehow everything always works out.

Seriously though, a couple of things that Carl and I are working through: a new bank (we don’t love Wells Fargo and are considering changing. Do you have a bank you love?), updating our wills (actually creating them) and life insurance policies (any advice for first time will-makers?), Dave Ramsey (we have heard so many success stories from friends and family, do you have a money tip to share?), and finally prayer for Carl’s house in Snellville (we are considering short sale or any other options). Please feel free to overload us with advice on all of these finance areas of our lives, because we are very intentionally looking to be good stewards of what God has blessed us with.

As always, thanks for all of your love and support!

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