Day 92 – October 31, 2014

Feeling better, but not 100%. Despite the ickiness I am still feeling, the boys and I managed to have pretty good day. They helped me at work a bit, we carved pumpkins, roasted pumpkin seeds, went trick-or-treating, and are about to eat pizza and watch the scariest family-friendly movie we can find. (Neither Noah nor I like to be scared, so we may end up watching Frozen or something. And that, of course, is the ultimate scary movie for parents who have heard “Let It Go” in their house ten million times. Also, it is the ultimate scary movie for pubescent boys who actually really like Frozen, but are too cool to ever admit it. Perfect… Mwah hah hah!!)

Somewhere in the course of the day, I also decided to rest for five minutes, and ended up sleeping for two-and-a-half hours. So, clearly, I’m not completely better. But at least today, unlike yesterday, did not feel like a wasted day.


Day 91 – October 30, 2014

Well, this head cold/sinus thing which was causing a bit of inconvenience yesterday had blown up into a complete nuisance by the time I awoke this morning. Congestion, headache, sore throat…all that good stuff. I managed to make it in to the church office for about an hour this morning, and then I had to leave. And I tell ya’…when you really enjoy the work you do, it really makes you sad to not be able to do it. But, I didn’t have much choice. My brain felt like those little plastic goldfish in the jelly stuff made to look like water. Or maybe my brain felt like the jelly. Actually, is that even a real thing? Uh oh…here I go again. Forming a complete thought is a pretty difficult thing at the moment. Kind of like yesterday when I misspelled Nyquil. I didn’t know that I had misspelled Nyquil (although I knew there was a decent chance that I had) until Kelly was reading yesterday’s blog post when he got home today. That was around the same time he commented on what a sexy number I was – sitting in my chair with the hood of my hoodie pulled up, under a blanket, roll of toilet paper by my side for nose-blowing purposes. Not to mention the wadded-up used tissues everywhere, and the one tissue unapologetically stuck up my right nostril. Why? Because I’m so tired of blowing my nose! It’s easier to just leave it there.

This is indeed a fine day in the year of blogging faithfully.

Day 90 – October 29, 2014

I wonder if anyone would notice if, around Day 150 or so, I began reposting old blog entries and trying to pass them off as original? Or, maybe, around Day 90?

Okay, maybe not.

But my brain is very fuzzy, and you’re not going to get much out of me today. I have some head cold/sinus thing going on, and I feel as if I have taken an overdose of Nyqil (Is that how you spell it? Too lazy to look it up.) despite the fact that I haven’t taken anything. Oh… I should probably take something. Glad I thought of that. Anyway, I have this head cold thing going on. Of course the best thing to do when you’re feeling like I am feeling is to rest. But instead I spent the evening at a Halloween party for about 500 middle school and high school students. What? It was only about 40? Oh. It sure felt like 500. It was a lot of fun, but it was one of those evenings which I’m already discovering I don’t really remember. It’s a blur, and very, very fuzzy.

I probably won’t remember writing this blog post either. Hey, that’s something! If I were to repost an old blog entry, at least maybe I wouldn’t know the difference!

Day 89 – October 28, 2014

As was famously said in The Sound of Music, and probably in a million other places (But let’s face it: The Sound of Music is all that matters.), “When the Lord closes a door, somewhere He opens a window.”

Now, with that in mind, let me tell you about someone who has been my best friend for very nearly half my life. We met in high school, and he was immediately impressed by my card-playing etiquette, but that didn’t blossom into a close friendship until college. We attended the University of Kentucky together, and were pretty much inseparable until I up and got married when I was 21. (I hope that in your head “up and got married” was said with a bit of a Hatfield and McCoy flair.) Until I got married and moved to Colorado, we spent the majority or our free time together, took classes together (World of Peasants, y’all!), sat in on each other’s classes which we weren’t enrolled in (Russian History, y’all!), and basically drove everyone around us insane because we spoke our own language in which inside jokes were as common as the word “the” and it didn’t matter that no one else understood.

But then I moved to Colorado. And then before too long, he left Kentucky as well. He’s lived various places since then, but currently he is in New England – about 2,300 miles away. At one point he was on the West Coast – only about 700 miles away – and we made the most of that whenever we could. It is, after all, lovely when the closest thing to a halfway point is Las Vegas.

I mentioned yesterday that I love concerts and other live events. Well, more of the live events I have experienced have been with this friend than with anyone else. Our first concert together was Kenny Rogers at the Kentucky State Fair – many moons ago. That concert was life-altering, because Pam Tillis was the opening act. A couple of years ago, we created a sort of bookend to that first concert, by going to see Pam Tillis and Lorrie Morgan on their Grits and Glamour Tour in Jackpot, NV. Hilarious! Powerful! In between we saw Celine Dion in Vegas, a hilarious brilliant celebrity impersonator show (also in Vegas), and we even saw most of the cast of Caroline in the City (Don’t remember that show? What’s wrong with you!?!) in Los Angeles. (That was a much bigger deal to me than I care to admit. Nothing hilarious about it, folks.) And then, back in May, I had my two closest friends by my side for Billy Joel in Madison Square Garden.

On Saturday, when I was on Ticketmaster listing my Fleetwood Mac tickets for an amount of money which I both hope will and hope will not be attained through resale, I saw this:


Look – I’ve said it before, I’ve said it again: I have the musical tastes of a very unhip elderly woman. When I was secretly listening to The Carpenters on my Walkman between classes in high school, maybe I wasn’t proud of it. But I am now. And I love Neil Diamond. My friend and I have more Neil Diamond inside jokes than you can shake a Song Sung Blue at, and I could easily pretend I like Neil Diamond for the “cheese” factor, but that’s just not true. I just unabashedly love Neil Diamond! So Soolaimon me!

I texted my friend, “Neil Diamond tour next year?” And his utterly perfect reply: “We are, I said!!!!!!!” (If you don’t get it, you really need to brush up on your Diamond.)

Long story short, he’s making it happen. We’re going to see Neil Diamond next year, in Ohio. So we get a trip “home” on top of it. I’m so unbelievably excited I can hardly stand it.

The point? Every time you think you’re Never Going Back Again, you get to say Hello Again. For every Landslide that brings you down, there’s a Heartlight making a happy glow for all the world to see. And just when it seems like the darkness is Everywhere, we get a reminder to Thank the Lord for the Night Time. No, not all Dreams come true, but for this Kentucky Woman, letting go of one awesome experience meant the opportunity for another.

Okay. I know that was bad. Watch a funny clip and forgive me.

Day 88 – October 27, 2014

As you know, if you read TYOBF regularly, I have tickets to a sold out Fleetwood Mac concert in December. I bought the tickets before I surrendered to a life a poverty. Okay, great – tickets are paid for, so what’s the problem? Well, we live in a little town 1/2 a day away from the nearest concert location, so going to this concert will also require at least one night in a hotel, lots of gasoline, and some food. Not so simple now…

Well, I really want to go, and I just don’t want to release the opportunity. Live concerts and events are just about my favorite thing to do, as far as how I would love to spend my money – if I had any – and my love for Fleetwood Mac is deep, true, and long-lasting.

And yet, here lately, I just can’t help but think maybe we’re not supposed to go. First, we can’t afford it. And then Ethan was cast in a small role in the school play – and the performances are the same week as the concert. Not the same day, but the week of, so he has rehearsal every day. And then Date Night – the marriage ministry of our church, for which we are among the planning team – has a big event scheduled for that week. And, to top it all off, Ethan’s orthodontist appointment was “randomly” scheduled on the day of the concert. I’m just thinking maybe I am not supposed to go to the concert… Don’t ask me why I think that. Crazy, I know.

So, we put the tickets up for resale, but for a ridiculous mark-up. i think that is my way of coming to terms with it. After all, if the tickets sell for that price, I can go to a Fleetwood Mac concert at another time! Or, you know…pay my bills.

Day 87 – October 26, 2014

Ethan and Noah went to Durango after church with a friend’s family today, to see a movie and have lunch. As they were going, we were encouraged by their friend’s mother to take advantage of the time alone and go out on a “hot date.” Well, we splurged and went to lunch, and then went home and collapsed and watched shows online on our respective nerd devices.

Yeah, baby. How’s that for a hot date?

The thing is…I’m not disappointed or worried that it is a sign of a staleness in our marriage. Not at all. In fact, it was lovely. There are times when nothing is more romantic than the comfort level which comes from years together. There are times when nothing makes you feel more loved than knowing you are confident enough in your relationship to never once think, “Why are we so boring?” There are times when being boring together is a hot date. Not all the time, but there are times.

Day 86 – October 25, 2014

I don’t want to blog! I’m laughing as I type that, because the subtext of “I don’t want to blog!” is “What in the world was I thinking when I committed to blogging every single day for a year?!” It’s hard. Much more difficult than I ever thought it would be. When I began The Year of Blogging Faithfully, I couldn’t imagine a day in which I wouldn’t have 1,000 words of internal monologue which needed to be put down on the page. But guess what? Some days, I just don’t have anything to say. Sometimes it is difficult to write about the big stuff – faith, money, family, publishing – but really, those aren’t the toughest days. I decided from the very beginning that I would be open and honest, so those days, I just suck it up and get to writing. But these days? The days when I sleep in, spend time reading, have a good lunch with my family, talk to the family across the country, exchange funny texts and make plans, go with the hubby and the dog to the dog park, play football with the hubby and the boys, and then watch guilty pleasure television and eat cookie dough? The days when the bills are paid? The days when the only thing I can really complain about is the fact that I had to use a coffee pot and a coffee filter rather than a Keurig and a K-cup? I have nothing to say. But because I committed to a year of blogging faithfully, I have to come up with something to say about having nothing to say.

What was I thinking???

Day 85 – October 24, 2014


That’s how much I have in my bank account. (How’s that for full disclosure??) I should be depressed. I should be panicked. I should be stressed. And yet I’m…elated! Seriously.

Because I have $4.72 left after giving my first and best to God, paying the bills, buying groceries, and putting gas in the vehicle. And we have something left! That’s miraculous and, frankly, unprecedented since April. There were so many factors involved – both adding to and taking away from our financial responsibilities. Once again, on paper, we didn’t stand a chance. And yet…$4.72.

I honestly don’t think that a burning bush, manna from Heaven, and a parting Red Sea – all combined – could reveal God’s presence to me any more than this $4.72. So humbled and grateful.

Day 84 – October 23, 2014

A friend of mine has called me a pioneer. As he observed and correctly stated, I was on the forefront, before a trend had begun, before there was a bandwagon on which to jump. I led the way, and I encouraged others to come along with me. And they did. And when the trends became flashier, I was a stalwart – staying true to what was the first, and, I knew, the best,

But today that era came to an end. My Keurig coffee maker died. I had to pull out my Mr. Coffee regular, boring coffee pot, and I’m not happy about it. The only reason I even have a coffee maker is for when my parents visit. It gets pulled out once every year or two, for about a week, and then it goes back into hibernation. Katie, meanwhile – I decided today that my Keurig’s name was Katie – was used every single day. Usually multiple times. Coffee in the morning, and then maybe a second cup of coffee, and quite possibly some tea or iced coffee later in the day. Now what? A pot of one type of coffee? Is this my life now?

Katie Keurig was five years old, and is survived by many coffee, tea, and hot chocolate K-cups, a spinning carousel holder, and one very cranky coffee drinker.

Day 83 – October 22, 2014

More often than not, Ethan is the son who is most prominently featured in the blog. Why? Because Ethan gives me the most to blog about. But today is all about Noah. I’m going to post an essay he wrote for school. He is 8 years old, in the 3rd grade, and a fantastic student. The assignment was to write an essay about someone whom he thought deserved a monument in their honor. Well, he chose his parents. I’m not posting this in any way, shape, or form to say “Look at what great parents we are!” Nope. Rare is the day when I feel like a monument-worthy parent. But I share this with you because it’s adorable! And really, what more can a person aspire to than their own bobble head? So, without any further ado, a piece by Noah Turner:

I think Bethany and Kelly Turner should get a monument built after them. First they take care of me and that must be really hard. Next, they’re awesome parents. Also, they are really nice. Finally, they have to take care of a dog and a cat. The monument would be in Cortez, Colorado. There would be a shop with Kelly and Bethany bobble heads. A monument should be built after Bethany and Kelly Turner because they’re awesome parents.

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