Did it again...

My husband got a new job 6 months ago at a different church. Working for a church is not just a job, it's a life style. He works there, we attend services there, our daughter play theres, you make friends there, you serve there. It can be if we want it to be a 24 hour place in our lives. We've have set out to make couple friends in this new church. Making friends in general is not an easy thing in your 20's post college days. It gets even more challenging when you become married and start having kids.

This past weekend, we sucked up our fear of rejection and went on a double date with potential new friends. We were both nervous and even more so when they ended up 20 minutes late. In that 20 minutes, all I could of was what would we do if they just didn't show. They showed with a lot of apologizes for being late. To make the story short, the cheeks worked their magic and we have new couple friends. I know this because they offered to go get coffee after dinner, walked us to our car, gave hugs, and asked for a second date. A sigh of relief. They also reminded us again our a great time they had on Sunday at church and in response to an email I sent of thanking them. Yep its official the cheeks secured us new friends. Okay my husband helped too.

I went on a retreat

As an early Mother's Day present to my mom, my stepsister and I went on a women's retreat with her church. We don't all attend church together anymore (a story for another day) and we all needed a break. Once again my cheeks came to the rescue. We didn't know anymore (my mom maybe knew 5 people) and there was 150 women there. Very intimidating, but nonetheless we made friends. The cheeks made friends after we made my mom play the game Operation (which she never played before...she is deprived). Some women came by to watch me lose and then asked if we wanted to play another game. Suddenly 13 women were crowded around a small table laughing their heads off. We closed the room down that night. We ended the night by tormenting my mom with questions like how do you know you have toe fugus? and what Disney princess do you want to be? as we all drifted off to sleep. Well mom did, Meg and I were kept up by the roaring of her snoring. I finally crashed only to be woken up by Meg stating she really couldn't sleep and needed her IPod. Did I need to know that? All in all it was a great time away though I missed my family a lot. I thank my cheeks for getting me through another adventure and meeting more cool people.

Goodness

My mom and I work together. Well I work for her with a boss between us. It'll be two years in April since I've returned to the company I so lovingly didn't want to return to. There is nothing with the company, but the thought of going to the same place every day in a tiny cubicle to stare at a computer for 8+ hours has no appeal. But when you have a baby and a part-time job is offered at great money, you don't say no. I ran into my mother in the bathroom. We don't talk much during work since some of my coworkers like to use the word nepotism a lot (this will be another post sometime about how much I hate that word!). As we walked back to the security door, she stops, looks down the hall to make sure no one is there and pinches my right cheek! She then gives a giggle and states how cute I am. Seriously! I told her I just started a blog about my cheeks and how she taught my daughter to pinch too. She let out a huge laugh at that one probably drawing stares as to what the nepotism girls are up to.

My cheeks

I was born with pinchable cheeks. The kind that are round, cute, and you want to constantly squeeze them (well I don't, but this is what my mom says). She loves pinching even now in my adulthood she will find ways to get in a squeeze. We work together twice a week. She is the VP boss and I am the lowly consultant. You will often find her sneaking in my 8x8 cubicle to pinch my cheeks. There is no one to stop her, she is the boss. She has even taught my 18 month old daughter to give a tug, which is more like a dig then a tug.

I believe I owe my cheeks much thanks for some of the things, events, and people in my life. I believe my cheeks are my mojo. Some people have natural charisma and I admit I might have some, but the first thing you see are the pinchable likable cheeks not the charisma. As time goes on I will share some of the characters my cheeks have brought me to, the events the cheeks led to, and what I believe most, the life the cheeks have given me. Now one might say its not the cheeks at all it is God's hand. I believe in God. I love Him, worship Him, and believe He has led me. But for the sake of this blog it's my cheeks.

For now the cheeks bid adieu and will back soon.

Why?

Why would a 27 year old mommy who already is busy enough trying to keep up with daily life, baby, husband, friends, chores, cooking, etc. begin a blog? The answer: to get these crazy thoughts, funnies, annoyances, grievances out of my head. A place to abandon some my niceness and let the jibber jabber all come out. At the moment I am doubting who will read this, but who cares typing ahead.