Well Hello! *Hogbloggers Archive

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I’m Baaaack! I want to apologize for going so long without a blog post. I have had to ration my energy and the blog fell down a few notches on my priority list. I do feel guilty when I run into y’all in the halls at school or at church or the grocery store. I am often asked about the blog and when I will post an update. You have all be so faithful with your prayers over these challenging months and I am grateful.

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3 weeks… Hogbloggers Archive*

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It’s been 3 weeks since my 2nd surgery and I apologize if I haven’t had much to say. I tend to be quieter when I have a lot to process.  In the last 3 weeks I learned that surgery #2 also failed to produce negative margins (that means the cancer is still there).  I learned that there appears to be disease in the breast that cannot be detected on a mammogram or MRI.  This has left me in a tough spot of decision making. Continue reading

Surgery Update Hogbloggers Archive*

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Pre-op Selfie

I want to, once again, thank all of you who have been praying for me.  I am humbled and amazed at the outpouring of love and kindness from my community of friends.  It has been five days since my surgery and I am feeling a lot better than I thought I would at this point. My recovery has been uneventful and relatively pain free.

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Finding Fun in ’15…Sometimes you have to look a little harder Hogbloggers Archive*

 

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My Josie is a pro at creating FUN!

Fun is a choice

When I chose the word “FUN” for 2015, I knew that reality can sometimes obscure fun.  I knew there would be times when fun would have to be a conscious choice.  I would have to choose to look on the bright side, choose an attitude of joy, choose to create fun in difficult circumstances.  Well that is exactly where I find myself today only 4 months into my year of FUN.

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Smith Family Kitchen Reveal *Hogbloggers Archive

sink shotOur kitchen project progressed at lightning speed thanks to Alison, our awesome project manager at Kevin Jones Design Build. As soon as the cabinets were installed the work picked up and, before we knew it, the big dumpster on the driveway was gone and we were done! We have the heart of our home back and I am excited to finally get settled 6 months after moving in. Now for the reveal… Continue reading

When Life Gives you Lemons, Remodel Your Kitchen *Hogbloggers Archive

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Chef’s Kitchen in our previous home,

In Learning to Love My Stretch Marks, I wrote about our family’s transition from a big new house to a not as big older house. While our new old house is ideal for our family, the one thing we knew we would miss was our big beautiful chef’s kitchen. Continue reading

Remember when we used to be fun? Hogbloggers Archive

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When we used to be fun on the OBX

Previously posted in January 2015 on “The Hogbloggers” site…

After a year of stretching out of my comfort zone, I need a break! Selling a house, moving twice, buying a house, working on an all-consuming political campaign and trying to be all things to all people has been quite intense. 2014 was just crazy fast with way too many plates spinning at once.  As I was getting ready for our New Years celebration with my fellow Hogs I said to my husband, “Remember when we used to be fun?” It was in that moment that I decided my word for 2015 would be

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Learning to Love my Stretchmarks Hogbloggers Archive

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Previously posted in January 2015 on “The Hogbloggers” site…

Before you get to thinking this is about learning to love your life-scarred body, let me be clear.  I am not that woman…at all. I’m all for embracing whatever “beautiful” means to you. As for me, I aim to correct the train wreck that was left behind after weaning my sweet little angels. I know plenty of women who wear their stretch marks and saggy breasts as badges of honor and see them as a different kind of beautiful. I applaud those women and their husbands.  I really do, but that’s not where we are going here. Continue reading