Sorry..

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I'm busy with the whispery end of summer..

The cooler mornings, cooler evenings.

School supplies, skinny jeans, the harvest, nervous kiddos and anxious parents.

Sadness and anticipation all rolled up into one orangish season.

To my 5 faithful and loyal readers, I'm sorry.

I'm just trying my hardest to savor every single minute we have left.

For we will never get today back and time is a ruthless task master.

xoxoxo

The List.

Could this be any cuter?? Don't think so.









10. Every single August it happens..this year has been no less eventful.
The "Amber has a mental break down when she see's the back-to-school supplies in Wal-Mart." event.
This summer has BLAZED by.. seriously, where did it go? AND to top it all off...

I have two going into high-school this year.

Deep easy breaths Amber..deep easy breaths.

9. I'm pretty sure the sweet girl that posted a picture of me on my facebook page did not realize it would send me into self-loathing territory. There are days when social-media bites.

8. I need to diet (see #9). This does not intersect very well with pumpkin spice lattes..pumpkin pasta..pumpkin pie..pumpkin scones..(I just drooled on my keyboard)

7. Fall makes me super introspective. It's like New Years for Mommies with school aged children.

6. The comments on my last post made my bloggity heart all big and squishy. I'm not gonna lie..the whole posting my blog on my facebook page was a really big jump..super super vulnerable spot for me. Sometimes when I blog the words just tumble fast from my fingers. My last post was the fast tumble..it just poured out. I was a little scared to post..God had to give me a little push..so I guess I figured it was safe:)

5. You know those kind of people that try and make you feel small so they can feel big?

4. There is this funny thing with social media..if you are silent for a while, peeps think you don't have anything going on..or maybe your ship has sailed. Like your not cool anymore. That is a funny thought to me, maybe your just so busy living real life you don't have time.

3. Fall is in the air. (I have a bit of a love/hate relationship with that statement)

2. Abercrombie asked the cast of Jersey Shore NOT to wear their clothing anymore..tarnishing the brand?? REALLY!!!!! I thought that marketing to d-bags everywhere WAS the brand??!!! Next they need to patrol college campuses, frat parties and The Mall of America.

1. I posted this video on my Tres Birds fan page..but I liked it so much I thought I should share..I found it here.

My Scar.

**Sorry no picture today, but really I could not bring myself to type "scar" into google images..yuck.**

I'm not sure why, but my daughter is always talking to me about the scar on my chest.

"Mom, today your scar looks a little like a pretty necklace."

"Mom, if I look at your scar in the right light, it's not as noticeable."

"Mom, do you think your scar will ever go away?"

Truthfully I don't think it's the scar itself that intrigues her so much..but rather the story behind the scar on my chest.

It's kind of an embarrassing story..not one of my finer moments. By sharing this story with you it (just might) change your opinion of me... (like by thinking..she really is not as smart as she writes she is, and thoughts like that)(but really I am pretty smart)(some days)(ok, like maybe 3 days of the month)(but that is saying something)(right?)

I tried to iron my shirt while I was wearing it.

Ok, really I was steaming the shirt while I was wearing it, but I was in a hurry and not really focusing on what I was doing and..well now I have a slightly noticeable scar smack in the middle of my chest..right where a necklace would sit.

This week I was thinking about scars.. actually emotional scars.

I was thinking that it would be pretty dang handy if all of our emotional scars were visible..like the one in the middle of my chest.

For instance, if I had a handy little scar that read..

"Lost Mom at a young age, so she overcompensates by attempting (rather poorly I might add) at being the best Mom ever to her children. At times this can take over her life and everything else is just going to have to take a back seat..God, husband, parents, ect..please don't take it personally when she does not have time for you.

Others might say,

"Had an eating disorder in High-School, struggles with body image and can some times act rude when I feel threatened."

"My childhood was so out of control I try really hard to control everything around me as an adult, yes I'm a control freak."

"I was hurt by someone at church, I blame God, any talk of religion makes me feel judged."

I think that if we had outside labels on our inside hurts we might be a tad bit more understanding of others.

Sometimes we try really, really hard to keep our scars hidden.

It would be like if I decided to wear a turtle neck, every single day, for the rest of my life.

"Hmm, what is up with that Amber chick? Why does she wear a turtle neck to the beach?" (ok, not Washington beaches..like California beaches..work with me)

At a certain point, people start noticing our emotional scars, they kind of manifest themselves even when we try to keep them hidden. Actually...mostly when we try and hide them they tend to show up at very inconvenient times..we look rude, insecure, angry for all the wrong reasons.

I'm pretty sure when the woman yelled at me in the Safeway parking lot it really did not have too much to do with my parking job.

I need to work a little harder on looking deeper, ask God to help me see past the the turtle neck sweater, not be quick to judge and remember that people are fragile, we have stories, reasons, scars.

It's a shallow life that does not give a person a few scars.

Garrison Keillor