In the past several weeks I’ve been having a bit of an identity crisis with what’s going on here at The Dirty Floor Diaries. What am I? Who am I? What interests me? Where do I want this beast to go? The truth is that I KNOW who I am. I KNOW what I am. I…
It’s Not the Size of your Pants that Matters
If you’re physically fit and eat well and are sick of being told you are too high on the BMI chart, raise your hand. If you’ve ever been solid muscle with very little fat and still considered “overweight” on the BMI chart, raise your hand. If you are a woman who wears a size 12…
The Devil Wears Diamonds
A few short years back, I was being wooed by a sweet woman with a pixie cut who loved to run. She wasn’t trying to hook up with me, but instead with my dad. She called me several times every day, listened to me cry about my own problems, bought me a computer, sent me…
Weeding the Garden – How Gym Regulars are like Nasty Weeds
I’ve been in and out of the gym since I was 3 years old. I started gymnastics when I was 3, quit when I was 5, started dancing when I was 7, quit when I was 9 and we moved to Alaska, started dancing again my freshman year of High School, quit when I was…
Meet Dorothy Rister – Nursing Home Abuse Victim
Meet Dorothy Rister, daughter, sister, wife, mother, grandmother, great-grandmother. Lover of the jitterbug, master seamstress, was once a world class stay at home mom to 4 children, fantastic friend, coffee fiend, and high school cheerleader. Her brother and close family members growing up called her “Butch”. Her husband calls her “Mama”. I call her “Grandma”….
Love is Spelled T-I-M-E
For 5 years, it was just Styles and me. I was a single, working mom who was also a full time college student. We didn’t have a whole ton of time together but I really tried to maximize the time that we had together. Every Sunday we went on dates to the movies, a restaurant…
A Little Bit About Me – The Beliefs
Who am I? Well, you can read one sentence about me here. Or you can go a little deeper with me right here, right now. I don’t often talk about religion or politics on my blog, but I have felt a strong desire to explain my beliefs here lately. I guess because I don’t want…
“Bad Parenting” Techniques That I Practice Daily: Part 2
“Bad Parenting” Techniques That I Practice Daily: Part 1 started off as a 10 item list but because it was so stinking long, I broke it into two parts. You are graced today with Part 2. This one is sure to knock a few socks off. “Bad Parenting” Technique #6: No Doctor is (sometimes) the…
“Bad Parenting” Techniques That I Practice Daily: Part 1
All the perfect parents, raise your hands! I hope not a single one of you raised so much as a fingernail. I’m not perfect and I don’t claim to be. I am learning just like the next parent, and one of the biggest lessons that I have taken away from parenthood is that each child…
How This is Going to Go Down
I have been suffering from paralyzing anxiety over perfection. Before we left for North Carolina when Kyle’s grandma died, we had an enormous argument about the state of the household. Or rather…the disorganization of the household and my lackluster performance as a housewife. At the time I was blogging daily, socializing my children, teaching my…