“Awesomely Peachy”

So if anyone knows me, they know I use the term “awesomely peachy” in response to their inquiry of how I am. When I went to the dollar store today, the guy there did a double take and asked me to repeat my phrase. I explained that although “well” is proper English, it sounds so….BORING. Whereas “awesomely peachy” means life can’t get any better. He said it was cool and jokingly said he should pay me for it. 🙂  I never put it together until he said it:
Awesomely peachy. Life can’t get any better.

I said “I should trademark that!” He agreed. He also said he was going to start using that with his customers. How cool is that?

(I would add as a side note, I think “awesome” is WAY too overly used!) 🙂

Also, he was pulling out his phone to write it down as I was walking out the door.  🙂


Have You Ever Really Thanked Your Mother?

So a few weeks ago, I had a……..bit of a meltdown. (Facing one’s demons is never a pleasant experience.) It was one of the few times in my life where I was really crying. I mean really crying. Anyone who knows me knows I don’t cry, and if I do, something is very very wrong. (As Mama puts it “My up girl is down – what’s wrong?”) It was incredibly scary. The shock of having to face it, and to do it so quickly definitely put me into emotional overdrive, and the fountains of the deep opened up. As I lay there late that night, sobbing, wallowing in self-pity, wondering why it had to be me, what did I do wrong, why the things that have happened to me happened to me, etc., Mama held me. Yes, I am a full-grown woman, but sometimes, we need our parents to face our battles for us, no matter our age. That’s called being a good parent. Thankfully she knew I wasn’t ready, and didn’t press the matter. She calmed me down and put my mind at ease.

The next day, my mind began reflecting upon the things she’d done for me over the years. From carrying me, to giving birth to me (she was a trooper!) to being patient with her extremely strong-willed and independent 2-year-old little girl, all the way up to trying to keep it together when things got really bad, to always providing for me, to the best of her abilities, and just trying to be the best parent she knew how, no matter how many times she didn’t feel like it, or was scared, or felt like she failed me. She just kept pressing on.

So much has happened to us, especially in the last year. She’s done a phenomenal job of keeping it together when her mettle was tested.  It dawned on me that I have never really thanked her for everything she’s done and everything she continues to do for me.

Although this coincides with Mother’s Day, this applies to fathers too. Or to whomever has been there for us during the darkest times in our lives. So have you ever really thanked your mother/father/guardian?

A special thank you goes to all of our hardworking parents out there, and for you, Mama:

Thank you again, for always cheering me on in my triumphs, and holding me when I feel my world is falling apart. Happy Mother’s Day from your IsaBooBell 😀