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before thirty

With consistent travel for work or to visit friends/family the times in between feel more like catching up than intentional living. A really solid friend said recently, "if you can't take care of yourself how can you take care of anyone else?" Mic drop. You're right. I can't. 

I looked at my list titled Before Thirty, because if we're being honest we're getting close to the fourth quarter. Slow down, 2016!

before thirty: take a floral design class

My favorite flower shop in East Nashville hosts occasional workshops and I was lucky to grab a seat! Eight humans standing around the table learning how to make a grid with tape, arrange flowers with a focal point and imagine a life where your job is to arrange flowers and make someone's day brighter. 

In a world of technology, it was so nice to do something with my hands. To make something from nothing and know it could be a catalyst for making someone's day.

What about you? 

What can you do for yourself to make the world stop spinning for just a bit? Wake up a bit earlier for quiet time? Take a walk on your lunch hour instead of eating at your desk? Drive home sans radio to get lost in your thoughts? 

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managing expectations with succulents

A house is not home unless you have flowers on the porch.

This statement became part of my life when I moved to Oklahoma City in 2010, when adulting seemed impossible. 

Because in my experience weekend warrior happenings are always followed natural disaster happenings, this year I kept things in perspective.


Goal: use the decorate pot gifted to me by my mom when I joined the Oklahoma Pork Council team.

Simple enough.

After a gym session (working on that undergrad fitness level, y'all.), I headed straight for my happy place - Home Depot. Succulents, in my mind, need less work and fit right in Texas. Please, Lord, let this be true.

I lack self control.

There, I said it.

I couldn't stop at one pot. The little pig, who we shall all call Kevin, needed a friend. 


Random Tuesday.

I’m not a fan of Hallmark day because I’d rather have my own day. A random Tuesday if you will. I've waited twenty-something years for my own just because day.

Today, I was surprised with random Tuesday flowers.

I’m floating. It's not even about the flowers, really.

My porch is rockin' the fall colors.

This post was almost a "fall is my favorite time of the year...." post. But, that would be a lie. Because, winter is my favorite. I love snow, boots, coats, ice skating, sledding, Christmas music.

So, instead it's a My Flowers are Still Alive post! (insert happy dance!)

And, they happen to make my front porch look really festive.

I told you a few weeks ago I have a budget and I try to stick to it. Purchasing these fall flowers fell into the "shopping" category. And, thanks to the budget I really had to think about purchasing these flowers that will only last a few months - and the possibility of purchasing a pair of shoes.

Obviously I picked the flowers. Note: I only picked orange and white flowers to keep with my theme of orange this month.

I'm not sure if it's my rural upbringing, but I enjoy the responsibility of caring for plants, even in an urban agricultural setting.

This little pig is starting to grow on me. A present from my mom when I worked at an agricultural organization promoting pork, he never was quite my favorite.

I'd be willing to swap him out for a reasonably sized chicken and name it whatever Beyonce decides to name that baby bump.





Who am I to complain?

Once, for a short period of time, I had a green thumb.

I kept this little diddy alive for a whole 2 months.

These guys are still alive - barely.

These - goners.

Last night I ripped out the lifeless plants that crumbled between my fingers.

We {Oklahoma} are in a drought.

For me - in my little urban casa, this means if you leave for a weekend when you return your flowers will be dead.

It means all my hard work planting, watering, weeding... well, is gone. I laughed as I was pulling the plants and thought, "too bad there isn't crop insurance for my urban flowers."


In the grand scheme of things, my flowers don't make a microdent in the impact the weather is making in the agricultural industry. This drought or "The Great Drought of 2011" as some are calling it is  affecting 14 states from Florida to Arizona. This is big time.

It means the pastures where the cattle graze on our farm - is burning up.

Who am I to complain about a few measly little flowers?

For the record - Oklahoma City thankfully accepted rain today.

Not a bad urban view, huh?

7 a.m.


7 a.m. Saturday morning there was a horrendous knocking on the front door, which resulted in the jarring of my sleeping puppy. Her barking reaches octaves known only to pre-pubescent boys.

Stumbling out of bed, I peeked through the front window only to see – my mom – cheerfully picking a few dead buds from the petunias on the front porch.

Anything before 8 a.m. on a Saturday morning should be illegal.

We went to the farmer’s market.



This, my friends, is what you refer to as a steal.


“Brooke, hold the plant like a fish – ‘ya know – so it looks bigger.”

I'm not ever sure what type of flower this one is.

The rest of the day consisted of garage sales, antique stores, garage sales....

Who knew that could be so productive... or fun. Weird.