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I always wonder what people think when they hear “The Queen Mommy.”  What does that mean exactly and how did I come by that title?

Honestly, it’s one I gave myself.

My name – Debbie – means “honeybee” or “the bee”…  I’m the oldest of 3 kids, and the only girl, lending to a VERY bossy existence…

So, “honeybee” quickly became “Queen Bee” for me…  I’m a take charge – run the show – kind of gal.  I’ve had various friends and boyfriends even call me by that because basically – I know what I like and what I don’t like.  I’m not usually afraid to voice my thoughts.  And I’m still bossy.  Really.

It’s a gift called Administration! (look it up in the Bible if you need to…)

And then while I was dating Roy (for the 3 months we actually dated), he sent me an email and wrote “You are my Queen Bee” and said it in such an endearing, affectionate away (and not the teasing, sarcastic you’re-too-bossy way), that I became proud of that moniker.

And when I became a mom, it just transformed into The Queen Mommy.

I’ve always loved royalty and queens & kings, princes & princesses.  When I was in Junior High and High School I read every biography I could get my hands on about British & U.K. royalty – they just fascinated me.  I couldn’t be the Queen Mother – cuz, well, that is what they called Queen Elizabeth’s mother and I wasn’t willing to steal that name.  I couldn’t be The Queen Mum because, well, I’m not British.  Since I’ve always thought of myself in much higher terms than one should probably think, when I was looking for a name to blog under, to adopt The Queen Mommy.

And THAT, my dear readers, is how I became The Queen Mommy.

It helps that my grandfather always called my grandmother his Polish Princess (for she was 100% Polish – and one of the sharpest gals I’ve ever known) – so maybe my affinity for royalty is not so far-fetched…

P.S. – FYI – the logo included in this post is actually a motivational poster that was used during WWII in Britain, as a means to encourage and raise the morale of the British people in case of invasion by the Nazis.  I really like it.  The crown insignia is lovely, and since I tend a little towards “type-A”, it’s an appropriate reminder for me.  You’ll see this logo again in future posts – I’ll be sharing something really COOL soon!

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So I had to make a change to my new do. It was too long. Seriously. After 10 days, I was still wearing headbands to keep my hair out of my face and in the heat it was still too much hair. So it’s been updated and vamped up a bit. Maybe it doesn’t look different in these pics, but it sure as heck FEELS different.  The less time required to get myself in decent shape in the mornings – the better!

Um, so tell me the truth Moms out there – do you EVER get to relax? I don’t just mean have nice, quiet times with your family, or enjoy a bubble bath & do-it-yourself-spa treatment. I mean – do you ever feel calm at any point other than when your family has gone to bed? I feel CONSTANTLY “on call” – even when Roy or anyone else is helping. I feel like I’m constantly holding my breath waiting for the next disaster, chasing chores just to be sure I have ONE clean bottle or sippy cup, or always running a few steps behind which means I MISS routing Curly to the bathroom before she pees on the floor…

Any advice on how to find some serenity and calm and peace, without completely avoiding my family or fashioning some sort of restraint for my girls (which would certainly be reported as child abuse even if it was covered in princess sparklies & feathers…) Is it JUST always going to be hard? Cuz if that’s the case, then I’m going to start therapy now…

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it’s been almost a week since I’ve written anything here!  How does that happen?  I’ve been doing some personal devotions and journaling more, so maybe my brain is tricked into thinking I’ve done all the writing I need to…

And then there’s the realization that in just a week, my baby will be ONE year old!  That can’t be possible.  Little Tater Bug is just a loving, sweet, funny little character.  She is petite like a pixie – she’ll wrinkle her nose at you to get you to smile (especially if she’s doing something she shouldn’t).  She’s fearless (don’t ask how many times she fell on the stairs today!) and curious!  She’s pointing at things she wants, signing the word “please” and trying to say many words.  Her hair, which was so thick & black when she was born and fell out after a few months, is coming in nice & thick again, but in a shade more like her sister’s.  Some days it looks red, but others it’s just a pretty, shiny brown.

I think about the past year and what we’ve gone through.  When we’ve been in the middle of some of the tough spots, it felt like time stood still.  But looking back, wow – what a ride!

I’m settling into my Mommy role.  It’s not easy.  I’m not really unselfish by nature, and there are moments I don’t think I want to be a mom. (There I said it.)  But, when sanity returns, I’m aware of the precious and amazing gifts I’ve been given in my husband & two daughters, and I’m so humbled and grateful.  God is calling me to serve my family – and while that wounds my stubborn pride so deeply, that’s not something I can’t live without.  My family on the other hand – well, I wouldn’t trade them for all the chocolate in the world!

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So, i don’t have any whining to do today!  yes, it’s a record – hold your applause!

Seriously, though, I DO have to talk about my Work at Home United business…  I’ve had a learning curve with it – I’m not a business-woman per se, but the more involved I’ve gotten, and the more committed I’ve become – the more I have grown to love what I do.  WHEN I can do it, that is. =) 

The great thing is – I don’t sell a darn thing.  I’m like LeBron James or Tiger Woods for Nike.  I get to advertise for a company, and earn commissions from sales.  I get to be a customer saving 30-40% on some A-MA-ZING products that work SO WELL and are naturally derived and safer for my family because they don’t contain registered pesticides, carcinogens, or hormone disruptors (ever checked your product labels???) or any other ingredients that harm the environment.

So let’s see – I don’t sell anything, I get to shop online for discounts buying products I use everyday, and these products are safer and won’t hurt the environment.  My only “job” is to tell other people about them – people I care about and even people I don’t know.  Yeah – so I basically get paid to talk and shop.  Seriously, who needs a day job!!!

WAHU is right!!!

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I posted pics on Myspace and forgot to get them posted here. My mother reminded me of that today! So, here goes:

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Do you ever feel like getting your hair cut is kinda like the impetus for life change? I have felt that before – not every time – but there have been those times that getting my hair cut was something like cutting off the old and expecting new growth in my life, not just on my head. (overanalyzing?)

So, I got my hair chopped yesterday. I wanted something drastic & dramatic – and that’s what I got. I’m actually thinking about getting just a bit more cut off to be honest. I was growing it out – took too much time to style when I did it, and when I didn’t it was a headband or ponytail (or both) and just gross in the heat. So it’s cut now. Modern. Easy. Sassy! It’s also colored. Wow – is it colored. Deep red – like mahogany. The thing about red color is that it fades faster, so stronger at first is good. I love it. Roy loves it. Curly & Tater love it. The gals in the salon said it was “Sassy” and I thought – yep, that’s what I want.

I’m sassy. kinda always have been – explains a lot of my daughters’ attitudes, too. Sassy is good. Yesterday was the 20th anniversary of my high school graduation! I was thinking about it throughout the day. My best friend from high school, Catfish, was with me on the momentous occasion. one of my all time favorite pictures of us is just outside the auditorium in our caps & gowns – hugging, smiling, laughing. Sassy.

I would say that many of my really good friends are Sassy, too. Some more than others – but the ones who are still around tend to be SASSY. I like that. I think it’s a good life theme. To me, it means a combination of several characteristics: funny, sarcastic, spunky, full of life. I see it in my friends. I see it in my girls. And I see it again in myself as I look in the mirror.

Maybe I didn’t need a haircut to know it – maybe I just needed to be reminded that Sassy is there…

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Ya know – I’m 38 years old.  Finishing my college degree.  A wife.  A mom.  A daughter.  A sister.  A friend.  A believer.  And I’m CONSTANTLY questioning who I am.  I’m constantly doubting my abilities and skills and talents.  I’m questioning my strength, my character, and my heart.

I don’t know about the rest of you – but I wear myself out struggling to be comfortable in my own skin.  So I’m undertaking a quest.  A quest to be settled, to be peaceful, to be exhilerated by thriving within my own skin.

God Don’t Make No Junk.  Right?  So it’s time I find a way to accept the things I can’t change, the courage to change what I can, and the wisdom and grace to know the difference.

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