Old School Blogging: The ABC’s Of Me

I’m linking up with my friends, Elaine of The Miss Elaine-ous Life and Andrea of About 100% for a little Old School Blogging and this month is the ABC’s of me, a questionnaire of sorts.

Come play along! Copy and paste the words in bold below, write your post and link up.

A- Age: 43 or…


Best. Quote. Ever.

B- Biggest Fear: Missing my children’s futures and having them both turn out like assholes.

C- Current Time: Nap time!

D- Drink you last had: Diet Coke

E- Easiest person to talk to: My 19 month old daughter.

F- Favorite Song: #41 by Dave Matthews Band

G- Grossest Memory: The time Lucas smeared poop on his bedroom wall. It was AWFUL. I wrote about it. Of course. (I’m Still In Shock, February, 2012)

H- Hometown: I was born in Amarillo, Texas but grew up overseas. Arizona was home for a long time and now, it’s wherever my children are. 

I- In love with: My husband and children. And always in that order.

Two drifters off to see the world. There's such a lot of world to see.

Two drifters off to see the world.
There’s such a lot of world to see.

J- Jealous Of: I wouldn’t mind being Beyoncé for a day.

K- Killed Someone? What the hell kind of question is that?

L- Longest Relationship: The one with myself.

M- Middle Name: Dawn

N- Number of Siblings: 1

O- One Wish: Ah. I wish more than anything that my parents were still alive.

P- Person who you last called: Lisa, my ray of sunshine friend.

Q- Question you’re always asked: Uppie?

R- Reason to smile: Topping the list today is Lucas’s latest family portrait:


Complete with disco ball (don’t ask!).

But I also love; a good sweat, starting a new book, my children’s laughter, finding time to write, sunflowers, smelling the sea, an iced Chai tea latte, date nights, fresh sheets, Christmas morning, Dateline, capturing the perfect photograph, green lights, a glass of Dreaming Tree Cab, spending time with my friends, my sister, Jimmy Fallon, the smell of rain, kindness, pizza, fast Internet connection, a good hair day, stop me anytime.

S- Song you last sang: Something annoying on KidzBop.

T- Time you woke up: 6:30

U- Underwear Color: I’m not wearing any. Shhh…

V- Vacation Destination: I’m dying to return to kiss under the Eiffel Tower again, but also look forward to seeing the Golden Gate Bridge, sipping a margarita on the beach in Cabo (hopefully next summer!!) and standing in the middle of Times Square sooner rather than later. (:

W- Worst Habit: Setting impossible expectations and being disappointed.

X- X-rays you’ve had: Mouth, leg, fingers and ankle. Nothing was ever broken.

Y- Your favorite food: Mexican… lime, cilantro, onion, jalapeno, avocado, chips, margaritas

Z- Zodiac Sign: Cancer, the crab. Explains so much.


Incidentally, I’ve done one of these before, ABC in June, 2013.

Your turn! Answer the questions, post them on your blog and then link up at Elaine’s or Andrea’s place (don’t forget to tag #OSBlog on Twitter when you share!)

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Lucas To Luke?

My six year old asked me a question last night that all parents dread.

“Mom, can I talk to you about something private?”

My heart jumped up into my throat with those nine words.

“I think I’d like to go by Luke from now on. Will you call me Luke? It’s a cool name.”

I wasn’t expecting this. My eyes welled up and I certainly wasn’t expecting that either. Why would this simple request make me cry?

I always knew we’d have this conversation. I thought he’d wait until he was 15 or so. Not six.

“I don’t know what to say, Lucas”, was all I could stammer, followed by, “Lucas is your name. It’s a beautiful name. Lucas. Have you talked to your dad about this?”

When all is lost, send them to the other parent, right?

“No, but I’m planing to. Tonight after Lola goes to sleep.”

“Okay, good.”

This kid.

He blows me away over and over again.

But, ugh. So much goes into choosing the perfect name for your child. I shared our story of naming our son in a post I wrote in November, 2009 called A Rose By Any Other Name.

I love the name Lucas. And my Lucas is such a Lucas.

I hated my name for so long but over time I grew to accept it. I truly hope Lucas does too. And for the record, I will never call him Luke.

Plus, Letters For Luke just doesn’t sound right.

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