Central Florida Bloggers Meetup

The time has come for us to meet.

Emily and I want to hang, so lets do this.

Please RSVP to me by March 5th.

Once I get your email I will provide more details on the fun to be had!

{space is limited, so it will be a first come first serve basis}

So what are you waiting for Central Florida Ladies?!

Come, meet, chat, and make new friends.

*Bad Blogger Alert*

*DISCLAIMER*

-This post may across as needy and insecure.

-The photos in this post has nothing to do with it.

But I can not post without pictures.

We all like comments, lets be real.

And when you put all this time and energy into a post that gets two, or *sigh* ZERO comments,

it hurts.

My head starts spinning thinking what did I say, what didn't I say?

And it is never good when you hop onto another blog and see they have a 30 comment a day minimum. {insert insecurity}

I know I should not be comparing my life or blog to others but it is hard not to do.

{what you do not have a coozie for your icecream?!}

But then I am like hey wait, how many comments did I leave today?

One? Maybe two out of the 100 or so blogs I have in my reader.

Thats not cool.

{I went in and survived}

How can I expect people to do something that I have not been doing. I have decided I need to change this. Your life and blog is just as lovely as mine and why not give lovin to both.

Jami blogged about it awhile back, encouragement along friends should be done period.

{could you spare a square?}

So I have committed myself to be a more active commenter. Someone who pulls post up outside reader and leaves comments.

Ones that have some meaning, substance, encouragement, love and support.

{think its time for a new bra when you see this?}

So here is the deal I want to start this off on a good foot. I am adding a linky to this post a place for you to leave the link to a post, that you feel got neglected, overlooked and is in need of bloggin lovin. And over the weekend I am making a promise to read them and leave a comment on each of them. You do not need to commit to that but maybe commit to 5 or 10.

Lets join together and share some love.

*SIDE NOTE*

All the photos in this post came from my instagram account: bugandbeansmomma

I get it from my parents...

Thank you to those that gave me words of encouragement on yesterdays post.

Being honest about your life in the bloggie world can be hard.

It's so easy to filter out the bad stuff.

Just to avoid the embarrassment, judgement, or anything else negative that might come from it.

But I have to say the good will out weigh that.

Read Jami's post about it, she says it best.

Two people who lefts words of encouragement were my parents.

Dad said:

You are a real Momma and a darn good one. You shower your children with love devotion and understanding, wipe the guilt out of your mind. You have no reason for guilt, if anything I should be the guilty one for not being as good a Dad to you as you have become a good Mom to Avery and Nolan.
Decisions are tough and they have to be made you made one that day and it was the right one because that's what great Moms do.

Your Dad

Mom said:

Ohhhhh my amazing, loving daughter. My heart aches for your aches. My heart explodes with pride for your honesty. As your father once told me, "in 7 or 8 eight years,things will be better" When he said that, you can imagine my first thought after I was able to stop my head from spinning, and before I had to call the Priest for the exorcism, or the chiropractor. By the way, I don't know where I would have found the time to go to either. You know how very supportive your father is, and is always my cheerleader, and always has been. BUT... that morning, As I kissed him good-bye and wished him a nice day, I was not feeling it. (actually, as I shut the door, I was wishing his pants zipper would break). WELL... those 7 or 8 years have long past, I would not have given up any minute of those crazy, juggling days. Do you remember the story about the time I went out with Aunt Kathleen and Aunt Joy to happy-hour, and as we were chatting or flirting, I'm not sure which it was a long time ago, You kids were young, I was a stay at home mom I said. Talk about a buzz kill..!!..That night I was feeling invisible. The three of us talked about it later and they come up with my new "JOB", I was ready for the question the next time we went, and as luck would have it, I was able to say, Oh me? "I'm the culinary critic for NASA", SOOO IN YOUR FACE, YOU BAD HAIR, POLYESTER WEARING, AWFUL SHOES, DOOFUSS, I had the best job of my life, that's right!!!! When ever I have to fill out papers that ask my occupation, I still write stay at home mom. Don't giggle, I am at one home or another. I am soooooo proud of my children and the love you share for one another. I would also like to thank you for all your patience as your were growing up. Your father would go to work sometimes before you kids woke-up and not come home till after you were in bed, I felt bad for him. He "WAS" always at work, NOW...... not so much. I think he has found his 7 or 8 years time. Being able to spend time with Avery and Nolan and being soooo proud of the mother you have become, he is a bit like Abuelo. Your husband is a VERY lucky man, and YOU are a very, very, very, lucky woman. I see the pride in his eyes when you're together. He is such an amazing juggler of his time, also. " It" works because we want and need "it" to. "IT'S" VERY hard work, lonely at home with our tears from the day, whatever that is, then our tears because of our tears. Those tears haven't stopped for me. Stand tall SAHM, and call me, I'll be there in 30 minutes. I love you, Mom your SAHM xoxo

Dude how lucky am I to have padres like that?!

And even more blessed are my babies who get lovin from grandpadres like that!

Happy weekend!