Southern Snow

Snow in the South is a funny beast. We don’t get it often, so when we do it’s pure pandemonium. People lose all forms of common sense and logic. It’s quite a spectacle. This past Friday morning, almost all of the state of Alabama woke up to the making of a winter wonderland.

We knew there was a chance of snow, that usually means it gets unseasonably cold and then it rains. Occasionally, they forecast inches of snow and we get a light dusting. On the other hand, if they forecast a dusting, expect to be snowed in. We had 2 inches of snow on the ground before i had my morning coffee. I think snow makes coffee taste better. Oh, by the way, I’m one of those crazy people who love the cold and snow.

One of the strangest events that happens in southern snow storms, is what everyone buys at the store to prepare. One would think the grocery stores would be out of bottled water and non-perishables, but no, not in the South. For some reason unbeknownst to me, Southerners buy the stores out of milk and bread.

I know, I don’t get it either. Milk sandwiches are not something I want to partake in. But, at least they were prepared and made it to the store. I chose to call mother natures bluff and ended up scavenging the pantry Friday night like a college frat guy. I was trying to concoct something edible with Cheetos, dried pasta, Christmas tree cakes, and pineapple.

Another thing about Southern snow is driving. We might get snow worthy of a snow day every other year. People here just don’t know how to drive in it. I spent my early twenties in the Midwest, which taught me how to drive in it. So what that really means is, when it snows the state is closed. The roads become blocked with wrecked cars in the first few hours. So even if you can drive in it, you will inevitably get stuck out in it.

It snowed for over 10 hours at our house. The grand total of snow fall in our yard was over 8 inches. That is a huge rarity in our area.

My personal favorite Southern snow tradition, is the ridiculous things people do to be on the states favorite weather man’s page. My brother is one of these people. Example pictures are below, because I will sound crazy describing them.

I share genetics with this guy!

I’m sure all regions have crazy things they do when they get unusual weather for them. What are some of the weird things that your area does? What do you think these people are doing with no power and all of the states milk and bread?


Anxiously Accomplished

It’s hard to describe the feeling that comes over you when something you have worried and stressed over for so long, just disappears. I have been on pins and needles for 903 days. Never knowing if Stella would stay with me forever or not. Don’t get me wrong, her case looked good, I knew she was where she needed to be, but I have this thing called anxiety, and it said otherwise.

Having anxiety and deciding to take part in the foster care system is basically signing yourself to play a really long version of Russian Roulette. You can’t stop your brain from going to the worst case scenarios and in these circumstances, it can make you physically sick with worry. I would spend sleepless nights worried about the most irrational, wildest, most ridiculous worst case possibilities after getting one small sliver of bad news. See, with anxiety, where everything is already under scrutiny, the simplest piece of information can be twisted into this terrifying news that doesn’t even exist. It’s just the best.

There were days when I wouldn’t even want to speak to anyone, because I was so full of worry. Days when I was so exhausted from not sleeping, because I was up all night thinking about what could happen. Days when I couldn’t eat, because I knew she had to go to a visit that she didn’t want to participate in.

Once I finished the adoption placement a few weeks ago, I was her legal guardian. I don’t think my brain really had time to process what an accomplishment that was, because everything else was moving so fast and I had things to get done. Even standing outside the courtroom on adoption day, I still wasn’t at ease, we were taking photos, and making sure everything on our checklist was finished.

As we were making the hour drive home, it hit me.

Like a tidal wave of accomplishment, celebration, and calming.

We did it. We crossed the finish line. She is safe and provided for, for the rest of her life.

I will never be able to fully describe what that felt like. The purest, truest, brightest feeling of joy and calm. My brain is never quiet, but it was Tuesday.

For a brief moment, I had no worries, no concerns, no fears.

903 days of worry.

903 days of anxiety.

903 days of fear.


And that is without a doubt, the most beautiful version of overwhelming joy I think there is. When I realized I was feeling every ounce of worry shed off of me like a second skin, I noticed I was even breathing easier. My anxiety had even made breathing a chore. Not anymore.

Now I get to worry about normal mom things like,

  • What is my kid chewing on?
  • Why is the floor wet?
  • Why do the shoes I bought her yesterday, not fit today?
  • Why is my kid always snotty?
  • Is she going to put me in a nursing home or her basement when I’m senile?

I’ve accomplished a lot of things in my 32 years, but this is by far my proudest moment. And I still have a tiny speck of sanity left. So, today I’m giving anxiety the finger, because as hard as it tried to break me, I won.


Stella Frances

Saturday, June 13th, 2015 at around 8:30pm, I answered a phone call. A phone call that would change multiple lives. My case worker was calling to ask me if I would accept my first foster placements. She knew I planned to be an adopt only case, but I had a placement fall through the week before, so she wanted to give me the option first. Case looked good. I accepted.

A few days later, on June 17th, I met my daughter. She was this scared and timid little thing that wanted absolutely nothing to do with me. She was not shy about her displeasure with everything. She never smiled.

After a few months, a lot of tears, prayers, and love, she started smiling and laughing. Then she started talking, which currently never stops. This kid exudes positive energy in her sleep. It’s impossible to meet her and not fall in love with her. Her transformation is mind-boggling. And I got to see it all.

We have been together for 903 days, and today we get to stop counting. We have forever now. That’s a lot of adventures.


We had a wonderful photographer document our day. I’ll have a more detailed post when the pictures come in.



Manic Monday!

Holy guacamole, it’s tomorrow! The day I’ve been waiting on for 902 days. Sassy’s adoption day!!!!!!

Seeing as how my brain is a chaotic storm of emotions and anxiety I thought I would share another bloggers adoption journey.

Jonathan over at Strange Codex has one of those writing styles that just sucks you in to whatever story he’s telling you. Plus, he’s hilarious. He adopted his daughters from foster care, as am I. Hop on over to his page and send them some love.

Here’s where to find him

TOMORROW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We’re gonna celebrate!

Leave me your favorite celebration songs in the comments, momma’s making a playlist!