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We’ve talked about moving out of state several times over the past decade. “It’d be fun to live in Europe for a while,” I say. “Or Colorado.” “Tampa?” he asks. “No way,” I say. “Too many bugs. Too humid. I can barely stand the bugs and humidity here.” This year, it got more real. My […]

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  • Dana - I’m really excited for you, Kristi, and a little sad for me. I know we don’t see each other often, but I’ll miss your face in person. Bright side…one more reason to plan a trip to Colorado!April 19, 2018 – 10:05 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - I’m sad too. And excited. It’s scary! And I’ll miss your face in person too and please do come visit! I’d love that so much!!!April 20, 2018 – 4:04 pmReplyCancel

  • Pat B - You did such a great stream of consciousness post about some of the angst that accompanies needing to move after being so settled in, even if it is returning to a place you once lived.

    I wish you and your family well in the days ahead. Congratulations to your husband on his promotion.April 20, 2018 – 2:28 amReplyCancel

  • Lizzi - What a handy prompt, given the circs. Five minutes though! Could be fun. Will at least be quick 😉 I think home is where your heart is…the diffculty being when your heart is in more than one place.April 20, 2018 – 5:29 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Well it just so happens that i’m pretty tight with the person in my head who thinks of the prompts and MAY have thought about this when choosing it… Yes exactly what you said about your heart being in more than one place. That’s me alright! I know it’s the same for you…April 20, 2018 – 4:06 pmReplyCancel

      • Lizzi - Ahhhh the old ‘have blog hop; shall do as I wish’ trick. Sneaksy. I like it.
        Damn hearts getting all pieced up and building homes all over the place!!!April 20, 2018 – 5:24 pmReplyCancel

        • Kristi Campbell - Yes, yes indeed. My hop, my stuff. Usually, I’m not so prepared and sit here at the last minute thinking “UMMMMM.” But this one, I knew I’d write about moving. And yeah, silly hearts getting love all over the place. Don’t they know better?April 20, 2018 – 8:52 pmReplyCancel

          • Lizzi - Always flows better when you have something in mind, even if you only get to write for five (ha!) minutes.
            Hearts? Know better? Perish the thought! I think they do it on purpose.April 21, 2018 – 7:28 am

  • Emily - Wow Kristi – I think this is so exciting! I know moving and change in general can be so scary, but it’s also so adventurous and the fact that you’ll be going back to someplace familiar, and with family living there already, makes it that much better. And, the fact that you can possibly come back — or that maybe you won’t want to — either way, I feel like it’s a win-win — you have choices! Anyway, congrats to your husband and to all of you for embarking on this next adventure — can’t wait to hear more about it!April 20, 2018 – 8:35 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Thanks, Emily! It’s exciting. And scary. And stressful, but I think it can be good. The weather in Colorado sure is better than here. And there are way fewer bugs, so that’s a win. 🙂 Here’s to choices and thank you again!April 20, 2018 – 4:07 pmReplyCancel

  • Kerri - Holy crap! That is a lot to take in. You’re moving. Tucker is moving. You feel safe enough in him and you and Robert to leap half-way across the country. You are going to rock this, Tucker is going to love Colorado and cousins and grandparents. And I love the well, Robert comment 🙂April 20, 2018 – 8:39 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - It’s SO MUCH. Gulp. Thank you. And I hope so much that Tucker will be okay. It feels easier here that the same group of kids has known him since kindergarten and just accepts him. Hopefully, he’ll be fine once we get there. Gulp. But yeah, Colorado and cousins and grandparents are a win for sure. And LOL to the “Well, Robert.” So true!April 20, 2018 – 4:09 pmReplyCancel

  • Kenya G. Johnson - I’m glad you didn’t stop. I imagine it’s very hard to leave the house where you came home with your baby and have lived so long. I think I’d feel the same way. As said as I am for you to leave the same timezone as me I’m excited that you’ll be close to family. That’s something I’ve missed out on my entire like – not having cousins around or grandparents one hour away and the same thing is repeated for Christopher. I hope it works out as it should, if you love it there then maybe there will always be a DOD job.

    I clicked over to ghetto carwash and had to laugh because I wrote to throw the paint away and call someone but we know that you didn’t. LOL!

    Sweet post – I feel all the feels.April 20, 2018 – 11:04 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - I’m glad I didn’t stop too. Like I texted, I was relieved to read this because I was thinking how I was breaking the rules and thought you might be annoyed! 😀 It really will be nice to be close to family though. LOL to the ghetto carwash and not throwing the paint away – I did use that paint but had somebody come do it for me!April 20, 2018 – 5:47 pmReplyCancel

  • UP - Whoa! Lots to process. Best wishes and happy trails .April 20, 2018 – 3:21 pmReplyCancel

  • Michelle - I love Colorado. I lived in Wyoming for a bit. Super exciting to go back to clean air, less humidity, and hippies. Plus, the Rocky Mountains is the MOST IDEAL place in a case of a Zombie Apocalypse. It’s been well researched. I personally would like Tampa though, and I’ve been thinking, “Europe? Maybe?” a lot. But I’m a beach bum at heart. So… Don’t worry about the change part. New memories will form just as they would in the house you’re in now. Home isn’t a house. It’s the people.April 22, 2018 – 9:07 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - I love Colorado too… it’w where I grew up… it’s mostly the change. The leaving friends behind. I know it’ll be fine and that we’ll make new memories and thanks for the zombie apocalypse advice. Tucker will love that fact! 🙂April 23, 2018 – 9:14 amReplyCancel

  • Allie - I still can’t believe you’re moving! But chnange is GOOD. I firmly believe that. And not selling your home always leaves the door open:)!.April 22, 2018 – 11:15 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - I can’t believe we’re moving either. Gah. And yeah, good to leave the door open, especially since we might be back in a few years. But hey when you roadtrip, come to Colorado! Stay with me!April 23, 2018 – 5:05 pmReplyCancel

  • Kerry - Wow. I have never moved…well, far. I call it moving, but I don’t consider it anywhere near as brave as what you are doing. I moved into town and my family have never left a house behind for long, but I am trying to write a novel about a family member who moved across the ocean, so it is on my mind. I don’t know how anyone does it, whether they have a real choice or not. I am aware a house isn’t everything. I am so glad you will be with family though. That’s the best part.

    I really am curious about your story though, if you ever return or stay gone. Big life decisions are truly that…big!!!

    I hope that last porch end-of-school party is epic for Tucker and for you too, before the big change, but there will be more parties to come in Colorado.April 22, 2018 – 6:13 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Moving is a pain near or far. A long time ago, I moved into an apartment in the same complex and I think it was one of the worst moves ever because I thought it was no big deal. You’re writing a novel? That’s so cool! I can’t wait to read it! Thanks, Kerry. I hope there are more parties to come in Colorado too!April 23, 2018 – 5:06 pmReplyCancel

  • Tamara - WHOA. Well, congrats to you! I swear they will know him, as him. And they will know you, as you. And nothing is permanent unless you really really want it to be. And Colorado is so dang gorgeous, at least in my dreams. I’ve never actually been there. Argh. I need to start researching blog conferences I can go to out there!April 22, 2018 – 9:22 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - WHOA is exactly how I feel. Truly. And thank you for the congrats and the encouragement that they’ll know him as me, and me as me. That helps. Colorado really is gorgeous. Come visit!April 23, 2018 – 5:07 pmReplyCancel

  • [email protected] - OMG!! I didn’t write this week and almost didn’t read! I would have missed this big news! We have considered a few job offers that would make us move. We lived in Nashville, TN for about a year, but otherwise we have always been here. Sometimes, I think I would LOVE to move away – start over – new house, new friends, new adventures. But, then, I remember that my family is here and my kids friends are here. So many mixed emotions!!! I am excited for you and hope the move goes smoothly!April 24, 2018 – 6:15 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Thanks, Lisa! So many mixed emotions for sure… and I’ll probably write more about it (maybe??? I don’t know). My brother is in Memphis right now, for a couple years to date but they want to go back to Colorado. I take that as a good sign, although I don’t know. Moving and coming back will stink a bit if that’s what ends up happening… .but wow, the housing is cheaper in the Springs than here so there’s that. Still, friends. Neighborhood. All that stuff. Thank you so much for reading anyway!April 24, 2018 – 11:08 pmReplyCancel

I’m in a school cafeteria for Cub Scouts. The kids are pretending their chairs are rockets, and it’s loud. I close my eyes and realize it’s not the noise that’s hate-worthy (although it’s close), it’s the smell. Kenya texts that she needs three more things, and I text back about school cafeteria smells, thinking I […]

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  • JT Walters - #9. You can’t hate #9 but love it because it brought you Tucker but there is a time to have it taken care of—nuff said!

    #7. I loath beets too! Puked beets would be much worse!!

    #3 They were thrilled with what you made. It wasn’t scrambled eggs.

    #2 You are keeping that stuff for a reason. I get down on myself about this too like when I had a 100 empty plastic bottles and my ex-friends told me I. need to see a psychiatrist because I was a hoarder. When hurricane Irma came, I didn’t have to spend a penny on water. I just filled my bottles up from the tap!!

    #1. I hate that voice too and it judges so hardly a person who doesn’t believe in judgement. If you could just beat that bitch voice down but then you wouldn’t be a sensitive artist. It is part of the territory over criticisizing ourselves because we think our friends are too easy on us. If you could limit that voice to your writing that would be awesome!

    Ah!! I think it is beautiful Tucker used his spy pen to write you a very secret creative message to get you to purchase it for him. Well done Mama Bear!!

    And you were worried he wouldn’t write in your article Words are important. You must be on cloud 9. At least you know you are a good Mother as written by Mr. Tucker Campbell.😊. How can you hate anything with that achievement?April 12, 2018 – 10:38 pmReplyCancel

    • JT Walters - I really hate auto-correct!!April 12, 2018 – 10:52 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - OMG WP logged me out after I typed a billion words. Ok maybe not a billion but a lot.
      9 yes, glad that it brought me Tux but OMG so done with it now. Giving some meds another chance but am thinking surgery is the best option.
      7 BEETS are GROSSSSSSS
      3 yes, although they may have been more happy to see scrambled eggs as a recognizable dish, the fish did end up tasting nice. Such a pain though, to have it fall apart like that. still, small world problem.
      2. Maybe you’re right – the water bottle situation is amazing. You saved people by holding on to stuff!
      1. UGH that voice, but yes, that Tucker pulled me out of it… and he’s so sweet, I know that’s such a gift.
      You’re a good mother too. Know that. What’s happening is horrible. and unfair.April 13, 2018 – 9:18 pmReplyCancel

      • JT Walters - My fail safe meal was pancakes.

        The fish was still yummy! Mission Accomplished; Mom and Wife.

        And I love you and that you. You make our differences are so small and our likeness so great. You’d be the perfect Ambassador!!😘April 13, 2018 – 9:24 pmReplyCancel

  • Kenya G. Johnson - Sweeeet way to end a hate list! Now 400 little nuggets things had me laughing for a minute. Giggling as I type this. As for this prompt, as it loomed over me this week I felt like I was cranky. It further induced crankiness. I’m so glad it’s Friday. It was going to be a long week as we had to travel tomorrow for basketball but it got cancelled because other teams dropped out. I’ll have my mind ready for the next one. No more cranky prompts okay? Love what we ended up with though. The insertion of the our texts conversation – the icing. LOL! I’ve either blogged about or shared a picture about a beet smoothie. I wonder if you saw it. It was good “enough” at the time but I don’t think I could do it again. I’ve found just as healthy things that taste WAY bette. You really can’t make beets taste like anything else. It was called a Red Velvet Smoothie. GROSS. I think I shared it on Facebook. The lady I ride to the gym with is a one-sided conversation person and she tells me about everybody else (people I don’t know). So she doesn’t know any of my business. I keep it light.April 13, 2018 – 7:16 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Aw thanks! The 400 little nuggets thing was true. I have no idea what happened. Maybe it was the type of fish? It was flounder. It FELL APART. Sorry the prompt further induced crankiness but your post cracked me up and I loved all of your avitar things. NO MORE CRANKY PROMPTS (until it’s time for the next one? Maybe next year??)
      I think I remember a post about beets by you, somewhere and I may have skipped it instead of putting some type of puke-face on it. Gross. I’m addicted to the Detox Island Green at Tropical Smoothie. It’s Spinach, kale, mango, pineapple, banana & fresh ginger (and is naturally sweetened so doesn’t have tons of calories although I’m not sure about sugar as both pineapple and banana in it). There’s no Tropical Smoothie in Colorado. Thinking of asking about a franchise. Anyeay. the lady you go to the gym with. They’re too many, right?April 13, 2018 – 9:24 pmReplyCancel

  • Debi - I have to say that I love how both you and I were willing to write about the things we hate but only in the context of the things we love. It’s like the optimists in us just can’t stay down!April 13, 2018 – 9:33 amReplyCancel

  • Allison - Totally, wholeheartedly agree with you on number 8 – drives me crazy. ANd want to shake you about number one:). I’ve been way over-dosing on the inspirational self-help genre as of late and I could really get on my soapbox about being kind to yourself first, and above all others!!!! But I will spare you:). Perhaps just mail you a stack of books. Ha!April 13, 2018 – 11:31 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - One-sided conversations are the worst. Seriously. Who does that? Well, a lot of people. Sigh. Go you with the inspirational self-help focus. I do need to be nicer to me. I know this but appreciate the reminder. <3April 14, 2018 – 12:58 pmReplyCancel

  • Lizzi - I kinda hate when autocorrect or autofill doesn’t do the thing. I hate how my phone keyboard is so slow and laggy and won’t type properly. I hate that you have that voice and am glad T is providing an alternative. Hope he keeps doing that. I will, too. Hate rude people. Hate when people comment their own post in your comments (like this) and there’s so much to respond to and so little time and I feel like a loser for not addressing all the points. Hate disturbed sleep. Hate plantar fasciitis. Hate your periods for you (and mine for me). Hate being frustrated. Hate being stressed about being frustrated. Hate procrastinating and how stuff keeps building up. Hate how thinking about stuff I hate makes me feel crankier than whe I started thinking about it. Now I am going to go think of things that make me happy. You’re one. I should be back to normal soon. GEEZ this comment tho!April 13, 2018 – 1:57 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - HAHA! I hate your hates too. Sorry thinking about them made you more cranky. I didn’t think of the procrastination thing but I am way too good at putting things off until the last second when I then do them in a panic. Dumb.
      To happy – you make me happy. And I like this comment. 😀April 14, 2018 – 1:00 pmReplyCancel

      • Lizzi - I’m glad glad you like me…even though I like beets. I shall keep them an ocean away from you xoxo

        P.S. procrastinating SUCKS but it’s so addictive. I am sure I would get more sleep if I didn’t do it so much.April 14, 2018 – 4:05 pmReplyCancel

        • Kristi Campbell - I’m glad I like you too even though you like nasty beets. I did a great job procrastinating today. Epic, really.April 14, 2018 – 6:49 pmReplyCancel

          • Beetluvr - Annnnd I had roast beet for dinner. It was loooverly. And I procrastinated on sleep. Again. DOH! Glad you did some too… I am at least in excellent company 😘April 14, 2018 – 7:20 pm

  • [email protected] - I was cranky this week so I was glad for this prompt. It got me to write for the first time in over a month. Also, I had to look up adenomyosis, but it sounds like it really sucks, so I’m sorry. Yay for not so little boys with spy pens and great moms, though! 🙂April 13, 2018 – 2:58 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - I’m glad that this prompt got you to write again. That’s a good thing. And yeah, adenomysosis sucks. I might just have the surgery and not have to worry about it any longer but I’m a big fat baby who’s scared. So we’ll see 😉 And YAY for little boys with spy pens 😀April 14, 2018 – 1:01 pmReplyCancel

  • Pat B - The only way I enjoyed beets when I was a kid was when the cooked beets had been soaked in equal parts cold water and vinegar overnight. I still enjoy them that way, but I’ve learned to eat them plain on green salads too.Roasted beets with other roasted veggies is okay too.

    I love your #1, not because of the voices in your head are saying, but because of what your son is saying to you when you needed to hear that.

    I still have some toys, and I was just thinking this week, “Why am I still hanging on to these?”

    Love the photo of your son playing with his marbles and trucks!April 13, 2018 – 3:09 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Funny, I didn’t try beets with water and vinegar (overnight, huh?) but might skip that now. I think my grandma’s good intentions made me dislike them even more. I love that you still have some toys! I guess we each keep the things that remind us of other times when they were so important to the moment. THanks, Pat!April 14, 2018 – 1:03 pmReplyCancel

  • Emily - Awww..great ending. I know exactly what you mean about the cafeteria smell…sooo gross! I can literally conjure it up too, even though I haven’t been inside a school cafeteria in a long, long time. It might be one of the reasons why I could never be a school teacher!April 13, 2018 – 6:10 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - LOL to the cafeteria smell being a reason why you can’t be a teacher. It’s a good one! 😀April 14, 2018 – 1:04 pmReplyCancel

  • Linda Atwell - This.Is.Perfect.
    That is all. Just perfect.

    I too am shy (at times), hate beets, am so glad I no longer have a period, and have ugly voices in my head. See, we are cyber sisters. Forever.

    Hugs coming your way!April 15, 2018 – 6:59 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - You’re too kind. Too. Kind. But thank you and I’ll take your cyber sisterhood forever because you’re awesome and will always love your cyber hugs, too. ooxo Beets suck. My period sucks. Voices in our heads suck. xoxoxoApril 15, 2018 – 8:59 pmReplyCancel

  • Kerry - Feeling cranky a lot lately, so this should have been the perfect outlet, but I was writing other things and thinking about the other things I have to write. Then, your number one, and I heard voices in my head that were super critical of my writing efforts and plans.

    So, I love the salad I had at Burnt Toast Cafe during my visit to Whitehorse last year. MMMM, beet salad, with maple syrup dressing. Beets did keep me away for a lot of years though. I am super sensitive to lots of smells, mostly food smells, but I didn’t feel like thinking about things I hate. I hate war. That’s all that’s on my mind the last few days especially, as I imagine poor children being set on with chemical weapons, by their own country, or whomever. I don’t like to use the term hate, if I can help it, but many countries and their bravado about their political or … look how tough we are and the world will listen to us…crap…I hate so much of it. I guess I couldn’t find the light side of such a topic and so I shied away from this week’s prompt, but I do love your list. And I do hate that I get envious and jealous of other people and lives, even when I know some women struggle with pelvic pain, just because I never had a regular and functioning cycle and I thought at least they have had it…but I know that pain is horrible, and I don’t wish it on anyone, for any reason.

    Yeah, I am cranky, just as I am excited about things coming up in my life. It’s such a roller coaster, the things we love/hate and this life.April 16, 2018 – 4:43 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - I’m cranky too. All the war in the world is mind blowing. How people can kill their own country’s children. I don’t understand it. I hate it.
      Oh those damn voices in our heads. When will we know that no matter what, we’re worthy and amazing and and and… ???
      So I’m glad you enjoyed your beet salad so much (maple syrup – interesting dressing) but I just can’t do it. Can’t. Just the smell of them makes me gag a little bit. I’m glad you’re also excited about things coming up in life. You’re right, it’s a complete roller coaster. xoxoApril 18, 2018 – 10:49 amReplyCancel

  • My Inner Chick - ~~~and walk away thinking that they didn’t ask how you are.— Really?
    Those people make me BOIL…but I sort of erased them from my life. I mean, how can’t somebody not ask “HOW ARE YOU?” I don’t get it. I just don’t get it, man.

    Anyhow, you are beautiful, amazing, a gifted writer, a fun friend,super mama, and
    ENOUGH ENOUGH ENOUGH.

    Don’t you ever forget it!

    Xxxx from MN.April 16, 2018 – 12:37 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Some people just suck that way. You’re brilliant for being able to have erased them from your life. I’ve done that a bit, but not enough. And awww shucks, sweet friend. You’re wonderful. xoxoxoApril 18, 2018 – 10:51 amReplyCancel

  • Dana - I should have written last week, but I didn’t. I hate that. And I hate that I beat myself up about something that no one but me cares about. I also hate beets, but I love the note from Tucker. He’s wiser than that voice in your head, ya know.April 16, 2018 – 8:33 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - I hate that any of us beat ourselves up for things nobody cares about too. Let’s just stop it ok? Beets are disgusting. And I love the note from Tucker too. He’s definitely kinder than the voice in my head. 🙂April 18, 2018 – 10:52 amReplyCancel

It was Christmas Eve, and the house sounded as if it were late enough that I could get away with creeping downstairs to peek at what Santa had brought. I avoided noisy spots on the stairs, paused each time I heard something, and finally reached the hallway before the family room. There was a light […]

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  • Lewis. Or Lizzi. Not awake yet. - He does some pretty huge hops. The Easter Bunny is bad-ass! I never realised he was Aussie tho. That was my big lesson.April 5, 2018 – 11:26 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - The Easter Bunny is totally bad-ass! And huh? Aussie? Really???April 6, 2018 – 6:36 pmReplyCancel

      • Lizzi - According to Rise of the Guardians…and that’s an AWESOME movie.April 9, 2018 – 12:08 pmReplyCancel

  • Emily - Oh that line about Alexa not knowing everything…the best! I remember when Big Dude started to figure out Santa wasn’t real. His reasoning was that he never heard him land on our roof. So, even though my dudes are all big dudes who know “the truth,” my husband and I STILL wait every year for them to go to sleep on xmas eve and then we put out the presents under the tree so that they wake up feeling and seeing a little magic…never gets old. 🙂April 6, 2018 – 10:30 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - So cool that you still put out all the presents – that family magic will stay alive forever, and one day, when the dudes have kids of their own, they’ll remember all the great memories that you and your husband gave them. Here’s to holiday magic!April 6, 2018 – 6:38 pmReplyCancel

  • Kenya G. Johnson - I saw these pictures on facebook but now with a different reaction – I’m all emotional. I just went back to read one of my posts that is so similar – a discussion about the tooth fairy. He was NINE. WAAAAAH. This was a sweet story, I’m glad you pushed it one more year. You’ll love this reflection so much four years from now.April 6, 2018 – 7:41 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Awww! (WAAAAHHHH!) I’ll have to find your tooth fairy post. It sounds familiar but now I can’t be sure that I read it or if it’s something we’ve talked about, or I’ve thought about… and yeah, you’re right. I’ll love this in a few years. It feels like childhood is slipping away so quickly though, you know? You know. of course.April 6, 2018 – 9:57 pmReplyCancel

  • Pat B - What sweet stories of keeping the magic alive in the life of your son. I love his explantations for how the Easter bunny was able to get in to deliver the candy.April 7, 2018 – 11:47 pmReplyCancel

  • Kerry - I am in a private WhatsApp group where my friend sends me videos of her and her daughter because they are far away and living in Ireland. The one this year of her almost three-year-old (with the little developing Irish accent/lilt) was going around to collect the eggs and kept saying how she was cleaning up because the Easter Bunny had made a mess.

    When I was growing up, Santa never bothered wrapping the presents he’d leave us. Waste of paper I guess he figured.

    I love that part about Alexa too. Smart kid.

    It’s such an odd ritual we do, so-called lying to our children, but I still love the magic of it all, even all these years later. It’s sad because my oldest niece has this year started sowing signs she is beginning to suspect something. She was asking questions when we all celebrated Easter a few weeks ago. She’s getting too rational for the whole thing. Smart girl.

    Happy Easter Kristi. Glad the bunny found you guys in the end.April 8, 2018 – 12:45 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - That’s so sweet that your friend keeps you updated from far away about what’s going on now in their lives. And yeah, it’s an odd ritual, the “lying” to our kids (and I don’t know why I put lying in quotes, we’re totally lying). It’s such a special thing to witness though. The excitement, the magic, I wish more adults believed in magic. Happy Easter, Kerry. <3 Love to you and yours!April 8, 2018 – 9:03 pmReplyCancel

It’s not as much as I don’t like being as old as I am as it’s that I’m old to be the mom of my eight-year-old. Or, at least older than a lot of moms who have a kid that age. That’s why I want to be younger but keep all my life experiences. I […]

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  • Emily - I remember this post from 2014! I remember your cute, little alien drawings too.:) I talk to my big dude a lot about looking towards the future, rather than dwelling on the past — or as you said, if there’s something you want to change, look at the tomorrows and not the yesterdays. Great advice!March 29, 2018 – 9:03 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Thanks, Emily! This post makes me want to do more drawings again. They were fun. 🙂 Here’s to big dude and all of us looking toward the future. It’s too easy to dwell on what we think we might have messed up or what we should have done differently.March 30, 2018 – 8:03 pmReplyCancel

  • JT Walters - I think we all wished we were younger when we had our children except someone I knew that had a baby at 15 and let her Mom raise it.

    The most important thing is that you make the most of the time you have today. You really aren’t in control of your past, present or future but your attitude. That is it.

    I wish I had found love and married and not been a single Mom but that wasn’t up to me either. If it happens, it happens. If it doesn’t… and to some extent we are all single Moms even when married.

    I have today and tomorrow and that is it but the man upstairs is in charge of that.March 29, 2018 – 9:21 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - The 15 year old’s mom who raised her daughter’s baby probably wished she was younger raising the child. Agree that we need to make the most of today and I like the reminder that we can only control our attitude.March 30, 2018 – 8:10 pmReplyCancel

  • Pat B - This is such a great message to send out again, and again, and again.

    Now that I am at the ripe old age that I am, I have sometimes considered what my life would have been like if certain things hadn’t been done, if I’d taken a different path, etc., and you know what, I wouldn’t be me like I am now, nor have the family I have now, nor feel the love for them I feel now. I wouldn’t have learned from my mistakes, the ones I made then. It has been worth it, all of it.March 29, 2018 – 10:08 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Thanks, Pat! I agree that it takes each of the paths we’ve chosen in life to be who we are now, to have learned from our mistakes, and all of that. I can’t imagine my family not being as it is so changing one thing, were I able to, becomes less appealing (even if I do sometimes wish I were younger!).March 30, 2018 – 8:12 pmReplyCancel

  • Kenya G. Johnson - That freshman girl was definitely a skank is she stole your SENIOR boyfriend!

    Awww I miss seeing your drawings on the regular. The old lady peeping was funny.

    I often think about going back in time and doing something right the first time. Or even being the me who I am now back in high school. I’d like to be more interested in the stuff that was taught to me, especially History. Maybe even math because I did actually understand it when it was for a college grade even though it wore off my the time I needed to understand elementary math homework.

    I’m going click back to see if I read this post once upon a time and see if I participated. I don’t remember.March 29, 2018 – 10:27 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - She was definitely a skank! Her name was (well, probably still is) Melissa. Ugh. I’ve thought about being now-me in high school. I definitely would have been more confident and not worried about some of the silly stuff I worried about. And I’d have made Gerry take me to prom! 😀 LOL to the math wearing off by the time we need it for elementary homework. I’ve had to Google so much just for third grade. Yikes.March 30, 2018 – 8:14 pmReplyCancel

  • Lizzi - I remember this from the first time around. I liked it then, and I like it now.
    I’m glad you’re you, and have had all the experiences that made you. I’m glad none got condensed. I kinda think you’re pretty wonderful as you are.March 30, 2018 – 5:05 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Thanks, Lizzi! You’re too sweet, thinking I’m wonderful. You’re wonderful. I’m glad none of it got condensed either although the desire for youth and wrinkle-free faces is a billion-dollar industry so I guess it’s not just me! 😉March 30, 2018 – 8:15 pmReplyCancel

      • Lizzi - LOL! No. Not just you. Not by a long chalk! I am beginning to wish those things about myself… it’s difficult to see wrinkles as badges of honour.March 31, 2018 – 1:20 amReplyCancel

        • Kristi Campbell - Long chalk? Here we say “long shot.” Huh. One more weird thing of Brit vs. US language I guess. Wrinkles are HARD to see as badges of honor, although that’s what they are. F’real.April 2, 2018 – 10:03 pmReplyCancel

          • Lizzi - A long shot here is more of a specific thing – it’s (I guess) the achievement of an unlikely goal, whereas I think a long chalk has more to do with volume or number of things being big…making me want to know the origin now! Funny ole language. Gotta love a good nuance.
            (Badges of bad moisturising more like!)April 3, 2018 – 1:15 am

  • Nicole Audlee - This is the first time I read this. My husband and I were just talking about this the other day! I am 45 and my husband is 49 and we wished too to be 10 years younger. We have twin boys who are 4 and both are Autistic. I would not want to change a thing about them just like you said. Now reading your blog it changed my thought and prospective on this. We are where we need to be. Thank you for sharing.April 13, 2018 – 1:29 amReplyCancel

We used to sing a song in Girl Scouts “Make new friends, but keep the old, one is silver and the other gold.” It’s funny how a lyric floats back to us decades later, simply because we stumbled on a photo that brought memories of so many friendships to mind. Some friendships are gone but […]

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  • Kerry - Silver and gold. I love that. Old and new. I am taking part in this photograph prompt this week because I have a specific photo of myself that was just taken. Thought I’d share, but thanks for sharing your story of friendship Kristi.March 23, 2018 – 1:01 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - I’m so glad you’re taking part of the prompt this week. I read your post and WOW, so cool that you’re on TV spreading the good message of what theaters can do for people who are blind to enjoy them more. So awesome of you!March 23, 2018 – 8:04 pmReplyCancel

  • Kenya G. Johnson - Wow those are beautiful braids! And looks like it was a fun wedding. That’s sweet how you all met. I remember smoking on the plane. Seems like you had to walk through it to get to coach. And I used to fly alone a lot so I’d be sitting at the front of coach and separated from non smoking by a pulled together curtain. Side note: I have an old friend who is still a friend that likes to remind me of when I christened her new apartment (in the carpet) at her housewarming party. No chance to hold my hair back. LOL!March 23, 2018 – 6:42 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - It was a fun wedding. It was untraditional, fun, personal, and perfect for the two of them, you know? LOL to your friend reminding you how you christened her new apartment’s carpet. I guess we all have memories like that! 🙂 Bummer she wasn’t next to you to hold your hair, though. 🙁March 23, 2018 – 8:06 pmReplyCancel

      • Kenya G. Johnson - My husband (then boyfriend) was with me in the bathroom. Can’t remember if he held my hair. We were officially dating but it was very new like he might have been meeting those friends for the first time. I can remember wondering if I had blown it in terms of being an attractive “mate”. LOL!March 24, 2018 – 12:13 pmReplyCancel

        • Kristi Campbell - Oh wow! That’s too funny you’d wondered if you’d still be an attractive “mate!” The stuff that’s different when you’re first dating, right? Wow. That’s actually really sweet! <3March 25, 2018 – 8:17 pmReplyCancel

  • Vickie - I see someone already mentioned those braids but seriously, they are awesome!March 23, 2018 – 11:44 amReplyCancel

  • Lizzi - Your hair looks like fairytale princess gold in those pics xoMarch 23, 2018 – 5:36 pmReplyCancel

  • Emily - Aww such great stories of friendship and sisterhood! Those braids and matching cast materials are the best!March 23, 2018 – 7:27 pmReplyCancel

  • JT Walters - Dude, not all of us are as pretty as you in photos. Some of us hide from the camera. I agree but people who are no longer my friends never really were in the first place. Sadly. But my friends are my friends period although I’ve never drive to another state to help someone file a restraining order or move.

    In many ways we are constantly evolving. Our friends change and so do we. One of my dear friends hated me after I got pregnant because she was infertile. Another friend had a baby at 15 and became a grandmother when my son was a toddler.

    Sadly again I grew up wealthy and had an abundance of friends. Funny how the perception of wealth gives you friends although arguably the wrong kind. Without wealth, those people are gone which is a blessing.

    Understanding and accepting myself for who I am has made it easier to love my friends and myself and if anything that is the platinum ring of friendship but dude not picture. LOL😊March 23, 2018 – 10:16 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - So the fact I hide from myself in photos now? That was just a photo of the back of my head, 20+ years ago… I’m glad you have friends that are your friends and know the difference from them and the ones who suck… Here’s to understanding and accepting ourselves and our friends, when we can.March 23, 2018 – 11:10 pmReplyCancel

      • JT Walters - I knew when I had a lot of money that is why I had so many friends but I tried to rise above it. I look at having limited resources as clearing out the fake friends to make room for the real ones. We have met in real life so I believe we are friends.

        But yes, accepting and loving ourselves defines our relationships so cheers to that and dude don’t hide. You are beautiful. I have pictures with friends from two weeks ago at the Ruck March/Swearing in cerimony of the officer’s of Gold Star Moms. I just thought only you were suppose to post a photo. I shit the photo to you in an email.March 23, 2018 – 11:31 pmReplyCancel

        • Kristi Campbell - Here’s to accepting ourselves as we age and all that scary stuff. I love the photo you sent! What a fun group of women making a difference!March 25, 2018 – 8:18 pmReplyCancel

  • Dana - Wow, those braids! My pic this week is of old friends too, also with very dated hairstyles. P.S. That looks like it was a super fun wedding!March 23, 2018 – 10:27 pmReplyCancel

  • Pat B - I love the song that you used for your title. I can see how the three of you could have been thought of as sisters.

    That was quite the trip through all your memories, memories triggered by a photo. Time flies by whether you are having fun or think you are having fun. 🙂

    Once again, thank you for the challenges for this blog hop!March 24, 2018 – 1:28 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - It’s funny how much one photo can trigger 1,001 memories, isn’t it? And time does fly, when you are having fun (or think you are – too funny as some things were fun “back then” that seem silly or horrifying now!). Thanks again for participating in the hop. I enjoy all of your posts.March 24, 2018 – 8:52 pmReplyCancel

  • Roshni - aww! Lovely tribute to your friends! It’s so true that old friends are truly gold!
    Sorry, as usual, I have not been consistent with my visits here!March 28, 2018 – 5:30 pmReplyCancel

The best laughter is when you’re curled into it, unable to breathe. You can’t stop, even when you try. Maybe you’re in church, or at a work meeting. You’re not supposed to be laughing which makes laughing even more desirable. Especially if somebody of authority gives you The Look. You stop laughing. You’re not disrespectful, […]

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  • Kenya G. Johnson - I will seriously be sad if you’re not on the east coast anymore and I had the chance to meet you IRL and I blew it. Dang that makes ME sad after I did laugh about the Beavers having sex and you were wondering if they fight. LOL!

    But waaaaaah!

    The drawing up there is seriously how my mother looked at me from the choir stand in church on a Sunday that I’d brought one of my friends and then we had a fake cough about one thing or another. The fake cough is THE WORST when you’re in a place that you’re not supposed to laugh in.

    Waaaaaah COLORADO!!!!March 15, 2018 – 10:09 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - I’ll seriously be sad about it too. Stupid government. I mean they train him for like 30+ years to do one thing, then… OMG. I’ll have to text you. It’s so weird and confusing. Anyway. I know. I’m with the WAAAAHHHHH too. Totally. And to your mom looking at you like that. Have we ALL had that look? LOL. The fake cough. It’s the worst and the best because I wish I had to do it every day, you know?March 15, 2018 – 11:09 pmReplyCancel

  • Don - Beavers. Lol. I haven’t laughed like that in a long time. Not sure if it’s because I’m an adult or what, but it sucks.March 15, 2018 – 10:19 pmReplyCancel

  • Lizzi - I’d laugh, but you might give me The Look…

    I laughed the best laugh recently, but not as hard as my Sis (I know, she said hard) – we were in a restaurant and I told a funny story about myself.

    We got given The Look. We laughed anyway.March 16, 2018 – 4:50 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - LOL to the look. I wouldn’t give it to you if you laughed at ME unless you know, you were laughing AT me. I love you had this recently with your sister. Those are the very best laughs. The ones you can’t stop.March 16, 2018 – 9:29 pmReplyCancel

  • Dana - It’s even more important to laugh when we don’t feel like laughing. Right? And envisioning you flipping channels to watch beavers get busy made me laugh, probably more than it should.

    I just messaged you, because Colorado.March 16, 2018 – 5:47 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - LOL about switching channels for beavers. Wait, I didn’t mean it like you know, *that.* Obvi. And yeah, laughing when we don’t feel like it… it’s therapy and preservation and all of the things.March 16, 2018 – 9:31 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - PS got your message. Replied. SOON. I’m thinking next friday unless Tux gets out early for spring break??? Will IM again.March 16, 2018 – 9:31 pmReplyCancel

  • Emily - That New Yorker piece IS perfection! I love laughing and happened to be out last night with two girlfriends and I laughed so hard and loud that at one point, tears were streaming. I love that kind of laughter and it just doesn’t happen often enough! But, I suppose if we laughed like that all the time, we wouldn’t enjoy it as much or at least I’m going with that rationale…March 16, 2018 – 5:50 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Isn’t it awesome? I love it so much and have read it each time I need a boost over the past couple of years. It’s SO good! I wish it happened more (laughter like that, I mean) but maybe you’re right and if we got it every day? It wouldn’t be so special (although I think I’d like it every day).March 16, 2018 – 9:33 pmReplyCancel

  • Linda Atwell - I want more laughter too. It feels so dang good to laugh so hard it hurts. When it happens, I think I feel the most alive. Your story about the beavers cracks me up. I think it is those inappropriate situations that create the most laughter.
    On a different note: We are headed to the Caribbean tomorrow for 11 days!!! Yippee. I’m hoping for some belly laughs on this vacay.March 16, 2018 – 6:38 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - OMG weren’t you in Mexico like two days ago? I’m jealous! I think I feel the most alive laughing like that too. Or crying like that. It’s the extremes, I think. Have so much fun (and a billion belly laughs) in the Caribbean for 11 days!March 16, 2018 – 9:34 pmReplyCancel

  • Kerry - Where would I be, without times where laughter shook me and my family? We do it often enough, thankfully, but it’s getting more and more common for me to see what’s happening in the world and yearn for a laughter workout, on demand, because all that shaking and I feel it must burn some calories at least. I hope you laugh a lot more Kristi and good luck, if the move does indeed happen for you and your family.March 19, 2018 – 2:23 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Oh the “Laughter workout” description. On demand, even. YES. I want that. I want that more for all of us and never thought about what a workout it is. I hope you laugh a lot more too, my friend. That we all do. And thank you to the good luck if we move. I’ll keep you posted for sure.March 21, 2018 – 12:01 amReplyCancel

  • Tamara - I remember the first time I laughed at one of your posts. It was probably the first post of yours I ever read and you drew funny stick figures of yourself from back in the 80’s. True love since!
    We need all the good laughter back.March 19, 2018 – 9:08 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - You do? That’s really sweet. I think I used to be more funny. I should re-explore that. The stupid drawings and all that. Thanks, Love! <3March 21, 2018 – 12:05 amReplyCancel

  • Pat B - Oh, I am so late in reading and commenting, but starting with the commenting on FTSF is so fun this week. Thank you for the laughs, and reading about Chief brought back memories. We didn’t have a dog when our children were toddlers, but it is easy for me to imagine all the scenarios.March 20, 2018 – 11:17 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Pat, I’m so late in responding so no worries. It is fun this week, I agree. I love the laughter posts (but I also love the sad ones and everything between so there’s that). Ah Chief. He was the best dog ever. Truly. And so glad you linked up!March 21, 2018 – 12:07 amReplyCancel

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