Because She is My Child

If you follow me on twitter or instagrm you may have seen my hashtag #poorchicken.

About ten minutes after this photo was taken at a Youth Event we attended this past weekend….

And because of some crazed teenager wanting to high five the lead singer of Hawk Nelson when he jumped off the stage, she will be needing these…..

for the next 4-6 weeks.

I don’t blame Jason (although I keep wanting to call him Jimmie or Johnnie) (and yes with an ‘ie’).

I don’t even blame the crazed teenagers who rushed the stage and knocked her knee in such a way to tear the ligament.

I blame this squarely on myself. I mean when you have a mother who is scolding the dog and goes to go back up the stairs and whacks her temple of the wall that has been there for the last six years so hard that she saw stars and this isn’t the first time she has done this…..

Clearly you can see my point.

So today while I nurse my wounded child and my lump on my temple check out the other places you can find me around the interwebs.

Where I tell you where you can find the mythical lipstick that stays on all day.

Where you see that I am up to something with a bunch of other lovely ladies.

Where you can get ideas for your next year’s couple’s costume, because it’s never too early to start planning.