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  • Kylee - Hello Melissa,

    I just wanted to say you are such an inspiration to me! Just recently I decided I didn’t want to be a photographer that had a business all I wanted to do was capture my life and the lives of my beautiful children. I tried doing the business thing and I would get so caught up in the whole business part of things that it just wasn’t fun anymore. All I want to do is take awesome images learn and take more awesome images and have a blog. I have trouble with blogging because I don’t feel like I am a writer by any means so I am hesitant on posting. Love your wordless wednesday’s by the way! So long story short I am a clickin moms breakout addict and I purchased your Don’t miss a thing breakout and noticed the other day that it wasn’t extracted so I though hmm did I forget to open it. Well I must have because I opened it all and don’t remember reading any of it! Boy did it come at a perfect time, this breakout was exactly what I needed to show me that I didn’t have to have a business to be a professional photographer that there are professional hobbyist photographers out there who just enjoy photography! This breakout gave me the push I needed and I just wanted to say thank you for your awesome breakout!ReplyCancel

On the day of my most recent panic attack, I was wearing a black swim skirt and a pink and black swim top. Blue arm band on my wrist. (That’s so I can ride til I die but I’m seriously considering handing it back to the Lobby Lady and telling her the words “SUCK IT”) I have quickly decided that donning a swim skirt is not the way I want to go out. I mean, you know?  Who wants to be remembered for a swim skirt.  Who invented those clingy things anyway?

Emily and I are just chatting it up while in line for The Tornado at Great Wolf Lodge in Charlotte, NC.  Not a care in the world, really. Allison had just told us about how fun The Tornado is so we were giving it a try. Going in blind.  Ignorant, really.  We were talking about spring break. Watching other people in line. Wondering why that girl had snowmen on her swimsuit. Maybe she’s a Canadian swimmer?

I looked behind me at the old man standing with his grandson. He had to be 70+. I told Emily that if HE can do this ride? So can we.

Y’all. Ain’t no way he made it out alive. If anything he probably should have worn his life alert.


*I* should have worn his life alert.

After 15 minutes or so Emily and I made it to the top. I see the 4 seater yellow floaty come along. Nice Young Man holding it still for us while we heave our bodies down to it. You know? They should really consider making those butt holes bigger.

No. Wait.

That didn’t sound appropriate.

Those holes where your hiney sits. Those should be bigger.

And the handles need to be wider.

Also a defibrillator might be nice.

The young man was saying something. Not sure what because either a) all my brain heard was blah blah blah I hope you have good insurance or b) it was simply too loud from all the other bodies before us being slung down that dark hole of a slide.

I’m beginning to think this is a bad idea.

I’m thinking I may lose a contact here.

Why am I not wearing a snorkle?

Crash helmet?

Welp. Too late. Young Man has pushed the Too Small Hiney Hole Floaty down the Dark Tunnel of Death.

Guess who’s facing backwards? Yep! Black Skirt Suit!

At first I think hey this isn’t actually THAT bad. So what if it’s as dark as 3am? (Ain’t nothing good happening at 3am) So what if it’s fast? Pfffft….no biggie. I had four babies ripped from my belly. I can handle this.


That’s when Emily’s face turns….lord I don’t know….PALE WHITE?

And then she says it, as my back is still to the tunnel, “OH MY GOSH MOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!”

I turn to look, because y’all. I am oblivious to the sudden catastrophe that awaits just beyond my shoulders. I turn to look and there you have it. SUDDEN DROP OFF. We are actally going over Niagra Falls in a barrel.

We in trouble.


GUYS. I can promise you that the Too Small Hiney Hole Floaty was not even touching the tunnel.

We. Were. Airborne.

And that was when I realized a concussion is a real possibility in this situation. This death trap that I was zooming down was nothing but one big whirlybird tunnel.

The best way to describe my life at that moment is like this. You know those giant bowl things that you see at Ripleys Believe it or Not museums and fun parks where you put a quarter in it and it whirls down and around and around for 30 seconds? Disappearing into a black hole? That was me. Except I’m way bigger than a quarter which means the gravitational pull inside of that tunnel moves me with a much greater force.

A speedy quickness, if you will.

And now comes the part where I wonder if I have a signed will stored somewhere. Cause things ain’t looking so good for Mrs. Gibson and her black skirt suit.

Emily was just a hollerin.

The roar of that water around us was fierce.

The pressure of my heart IN MY FREAKING THROAT was nearly unbearable. Ever tried to swallow your own heart?

I was shouting out random thoughts. Crazy talk, really. I wasn’t in my right mind at the moment. “WHAT SICKO CREATED THIS SUCKY IDEA?!” “BURY ME WITH FONDUE AND A 24 PACK OF SHARPIES!” “THATS NOT THE CORRECT WEIGHT ON MY DRIVERS LICENSE!” and “I ONCE ATE 2 WHOLE KIT KATS WHILE HIDING IN THE PANTRY!”

Up the side of the tunnel we go. Whoosh! Splatted in the face with water.

Up the other side we go. Whoosh! Peed in my suit a little.

Repeat 5 more times.

Then I think I blacked out because I actually don’t even remember getting off of that Too Small Hiney Hole Floaty.

One minute I’m thinking that I’m going to get to heaven wearing last year’s model bathing suit and the next I’m walking back to the safety of our pool chairs with Emily. Our hands shaking. Our hearts pumping. A slight bit of wee slipping down my leg. Emily kept saying, “Allison said that it was FUN TO HER. I’M GONNA GET HER!!”

And me saying, “French fries are yummy because squirrels in the road with pajamas on Saturday.”

We agreed to play it cool around Dad. Oh yeah, big fun. You should totally do it. “Where’s your insurance card? Safe deposit box? Who gets your jeep when you go? Lemme hold your wallet you’ll never need that again.”

Really it was THAT terrifying to me.

Side note: Allison said,  “It’s like you get to heaven and the angels say what are you in for? And I say ‘tornado’. Then they say, ‘oh what category?’ then I’ll have to admit it,  ‘No. The Waterslide. Great Wolf Lodge 2017. Like my skirt suit?’

*below is a stock photo I found online because who’s dumb enough to take a camera on that joker?


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Dear Lady at Dinner,

I really feel like your title should be RUDE Lady at Dinner, but whatever.

Here’s the deal.  I saw that you noticed me walk in with my four kids.  One wiggly one on my hip and three following behind me like little (okay, somewhat large) ducks.  Did you know that the two biggest ones hadn’t been home from school very long once we arrived at the restaurant?  Did you know that they’d changed clothes quickly and freshened up?  Maybe you didn’t notice that.  You were too busy worrying about, I don’t know, something?  Us?  Sitting next to you? Anyway, WE noticed that YOU noticed us.

Where is her husband?  You were probably thinking.

Oh!  Him.  Did you think I was attemtping to feed all of these kids, out at a restaurant ON A FRIDAY NIGHT, on my own?

Maybe that’s why you were staring.

My husband?  Was on his way after finishing up a VERY long week at work.  Actually?  A very long month and a half at work.  He’s was hungry.  So were we.  Hence, the reason we were at a restaurant.

Of course, you heard the baby screeching a bit.

Yes, it WAS obvious that you were annoyed.  I saw the scowl.

Maybe it’s been a while since you had kids.  Maybe you never had kids.  Maybe you don’t like kids.  I don’t know; but here’s the thing.  MY kid is in the Let Me Down Right Now stage.  That brought on the hoopin’ and hollerin’ for a minute there.


But good news!  WE WERE SEATED ON A PATIO.

And that’s when I noticed you whispering to your husband and pointing your finger towards us.  (That was your husband, right?  I’m not sure since he looked so much YOUNGER than you.)  No, really.  I saw it because I was actually only at the very next table.

So basically what you DID notice is this:

1 mom + 4 kids

1 kid getting antsy and loud

And what you DID NOT notice is this:

3 kids sat nicely. 

3 kids put their napkins in their laps. 

The baby’s face was squeaky clean as was the diaper.  I know, because I took extra care to clean both areas right before. 

1 mom who worked hard to find appropriate eating out clothes

Everyone had on shoes.

1 8 year old who reads on an upper 5th grade level.  

1 6th grader who can whoop the fire out of anyone on the soccer field. 

All people had clean fingernails and nobody had their finger in their nose. 

1 mom who spent FORever straightening her curly hair just to look cute for her high school sweetheart. 

1 8th grader who has her heart set on being a marine biologist and loves horses. 

Everyone had on clean panties. 

1 13 month old who has the cutest baby teeth ever. 

Everyone had on clean panties.  (that is worth repeating)

3 girls who didn’t have their elbows on the table. (you did) 

1 mom who would hold her baby on her lap the entire meal.  Eating with only one hand and at every 3 bites because she’s feeding the baby first. 

3 girls who didn’t DARE pull out their devices, but instead were talking to each other about school. 

1 mom who has cooked three meals a day for way too many days and just wanted to NOT cook one night. 

That is what you didn’t see. Why?  Because you were too worked up over ONE MINUTE of baby screeching.  You were too busy whispering to your husband about us.  Too tattle-tale-y to the server when you said you refused to sit by us.  Did you know that babies make noise?  That moms sometimes get frazzled when they do?  Did you think that I PLANNED for my child to have a 60 second freak out moment?  Oh, yes, of course I did.  Silly me.

Guess what Rude Lady at Dinner?  My 13 month old cried out for 60 seconds.

Guess what else?  I’m doing a damn fine job at this so you can suck it.


The redhead with the perfectly straightened hair and cheese grits on her shirt.



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  • Heather - You go girl! I’m not in that phase now but I was once and people can be rude. You’re doing a great job so just keep being you and the rude people can suck it.ReplyCancel