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Girl Tribe

Can we get serious for one second? How on God's green Earth do women survive without a girl tribe? I'm serious. How?

I ask because I have no idea how I'd survive without mine.

Let me tell y'all about mine. I have created this family of friends who would literally kill for me - but luckily the extent of my requests is needing childcare... But I don't doubt for one second they would hesitate to help me out in burying a body. Kidding. Kinda...

So, hi! I'm a coach's wife. Some folks call us football widows. Some folks refer to this period as 'single parenting'. Well, for along time both of those terms felt really wrong.. I know without a shadow of a doubt that Coach would prefer to be home, parenting to his own kid versus 100+ kids, whom he loves dearly. Don't get me wrong, Coach would sacrifice everything for these young men. I know it. He knows it. They know it. But I am, generally speaking, the sole disciplinarian, playmate, chef, etc to our kid.…
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Meatloaf and grace

You know what I really suck at? Making meatloaf.

I hate meatloaf, so maybe my subconscious sabotages me from doing it well, I don't know. I'm actually a pretty decent chef. And I usually only stick to things I like as to ensure it's absolutely scrumptious. But meatloaf is gross. There's something about beef being pressed into a pan with loads of ketchup that makes me want to get sick.

So when Coach called on his way home and asked what was for dinner and I responded with "meatloaf", he asked who I was and what I had done with his wife. It was fine, I guess. Meatloaf tastes like meatloaf. I cannot imagine it actually ever being good. The problem is that Coach loves meatloaf. He's gross.

You know what else I'm super crappy at?

Grace.

I'm bad at giving it. I'm bad at receiving it.

2017 was supposed to by my year of grace. Self-grace, grace for people that have hurt me, grace for people who I  believe don't deserve it.

But here we are in 2018 …

Knock, Knock

Football has started. I had a whole post written up about pre-season thoughts and feelings, and here we are in it. Oh well.

I *always* struggle with this time of year. I get used to having Coach home, having dinner together every day, leaning on him to help with A. Then that all comes to a screeching halt. That may be a tiny bit dramatic, considering we know what happens every year as August rolls around, but you know what I'm saying.

I tend to find myself in a funk the first month or so. Getting re-accustomed to the season, it takes me bit. Coach knows it too, we talk about it as July starts creeping in and we know what's about to happen. Coach also does a really great job of making sure he tells me I'm appreciated, he will stop for a Topo Chico or a bottle of wine on his way home. He really just gets me. And this is also the time, that I don't see his kindness because I can get too stuck in my head.

This is me basically sugarcoating that I usually turn into a total n…

A Note to My Littlest Love

Tomorrow, you turn two. It seems silly to write you this note, but I'm not sure how else to express how blessed we are that you are our baby.

I hope you know how much you're loved. I hope you know how hard your Daddy and I work to make sure you have a wonderful life, even if it's a bit of a different life than most families.

Sometimes, our dinners only have one parent present, but never doubt that we both want to be there.

Sometimes, you'll be up well past your bedtime, watching a game just to spend 15 minutes with your Daddy on the field.

Sometimes, there will be days that you go without seeing Daddy. Those days are hard, it breaks his heart more than you could ever imagine.

Sometimes, there will be dance recitals or games that Daddy will miss. But know, there's no bigger cheerleader than him, despite your mother being embarrassingly boisterous.

Sometimes, we have hotdogs three nights a week, and I don't really have a defense for that other than they're ea…

Well, Hello!

My goodness, it's been too long. About 4 years to be exact. Ready for a speedy update?

We're still in our sweet, little home. Best decision we've made. We've met the best people in our neighborhood and have created this wonderful family with the most incredible friends (think I need more adjectives?!).

We're still at Lone Star H.S. (Go Rangers!). Coach is now the Co-DC and I still sit by the end zone. Since I wrote last, we've had three playoff appearances, including a State final in 2015 - which, sadly, we lost. But what a ride, let me tell ya!

Speaking of that 2015 season, I found out I was pregnant round 3 of playoffs so between morning sickness (read: all day sickness) and playoff nerves, it was really stressful. Round 5, we went into triple OT. I was so sick, I spent half of the game with my head between my legs. I told Coach he can never do that to me again. I'm sure I'll get into all of that one of these days..

So here we are, first day of footba…

Things Are A'changin

Good grief, I'm the world's worst blogger. It's embarassing really.Well. I have a ton of news to share. First things first. We bought a house! You remember our heartbreaking experience about a year and a half ago, yes? Well, we found the most adorable house in the cutest community, just east of Denton. We are so incredibly happy.Also, about two months ago, I made a decision to leave my job as an agency recruiter and made the leap into the corporate world. This was one of those positions that presented itself at the perfect time and, what's even better, I'm not driving to Dallas everyday! It's been more than what I could've dreamed of and I'm just so happy.Speaking of.....After six incredible years, and two playoff appearances, we are sad to say we will not be North Bulldogs this fall but are very excited to join the Frisco Lone Star Ranger family. Coach deciding to leave North was one of the most prayerful, soul searching decisions of our life. Coach ha…

Super Bowl Brisket

This is Texas. Texans love brisket. 
So obviously I had to make one for Super Bowl! 
The plan was to crockpot it. Well I unwrapped the brisket and it basically doubled in size and wasn't going to fit in my pretty large crockpot. So wing it I did. 
What you'll need:  3 lb brisket  Half of an onion, roughly chopped Can of Rotel 1 c beef broth 1 tbsp liquid smoke 2 tbsp apple cider vinegar
Seasoning: (mix in small bowl) 1 tbsp kosher salt 1.5 tbsp chili powder 1 tbsp cumin 1/4 tsp black pepper 1 tbsp oregano


Preheat oven to 350. 
Pat dry brisket and rub in seasoning on both sides. 
Place in pan atop onions and Rotel tomatoes and bake uncovered for an hour. 
Remove brisket from oven and lower temperature to 275. In small bowl, mix broth, liquid smoke and vinegar and pour around brisket. Wrap with foil and place back in the oven for 3.5 hours. 
Remove and let rest for 10-15 minutes. Trim fat, slice against grain and serve.
Seriously, I'm really impressed with how this brisket turned out. It was per…