Don't Trust Google

So today, while my husband was graciously taking care of the workers we had at the house, I snuck away for a quick manicure. My husband and I have been invited to an event this weekend and I wanted to make sure I was looking my best.

So after a quick google search, I headed towards what was supposed to be a top rated nail salon in southern Tulsa.

I have only been a client of two different nails ladies. Ever. In my entire life. So this was quite the adventure for me. But with google by my side I thought surely everything would go smoothly.

Boy was I WRONG.

Now I remember why I drove home from college to get my nails done. Why I drove from our last home  back to my hometown to get my nails done. There is just something about the sweet lady back in my hometown and her precious, thin, real-looking nails that I will never be able to get over.

My husband is just as much of a fan of my beloved, thin nails as I am. We have a deal-- I get nails, he gets nightly back scratches. It's perfect! Until now... until I ventured away from my beloved nail lady.

After an hour of painful drills, bleeding cuticles and getting completely ripped off with a price gauge, I headed out. My nails were at least 4 times as thick as my beloved, thin nails. They were pretty from the top, but the minute I turned my hand over things changed.

At first I thought I might have been slightly over-reacting. Maybe I'm just stuck in my ways? Maybe I just need to chill, it's just nails, right?

WRONG.

I walked in the front door to our house and my husband looked down, before I ever said a word and his response was "Wowza! Who did that?!".... not something you want to hear.

So I quickly called my faithful nail lady in my hometown and begged her to squeeze me in before the event this weekend. No amount of driving time can compare to thin, real-looking/feeling nails.

Lesson for the day: Don't trust Google.

So ladies in the Tulsa area, I need advice on a good nail salon?! If you have a favorite, shoot it my way!

Never Nice

I always know the season has begun when I walk into my husband's office and immediately leave after simply taking one sniff. I have yet to understand how EVERY locker room smells exactly the same. There is no such thing as a nice locker room. It may be clean, it may be organized, but never nice. Not with the odor that those rooms produce. No way that could ever be classified as nice.

Thus, I swiftly made my way to Bath & Body and picked up some wall-scents. Oh the trusty wall-scents, how you make me smile. I always buy my husbands favorite scent in bulk when I go. He even is to the point where he begins to ask for them now-- and if any of you have husbands you know how big of a deal this is! The first time he asked me to go get him "smelly good things" I about passed out. Maybe, just maybe he has seen the light?!

So after a few days of the wall-scents being pugged in, the coaches offices are at least tolerable. (notice I didn't say pleasant.. simply tolerable)

Oh the life of a coaches wife is never dull... Thankfully those smells stay at the field house. This candle loving woman would be frantic every football season if those smells followed my husband home. Thank you, thank you, Lord.

Now that I'm off of my rant, I'll leave you with a few pictures of the team at our last 7on7. Way to go Demons! You're starting to look pretty good out there!

Photo Credits: Carolyn Ashford

Moving Madness

Exciting and crazy times have arrived once again in our household. All of the remodeling has finish and boxes are piled high around us. 

The weekend before our official "move" Lee and I hosted a retreat for all of his fellow Football Coaches and their wives. It was so nice to just get away, into a beautiful cabin on the lake-- and the best part NO CELL SERVICE! Everyone was ecstatic about the lack of communication available to the rest of the world for the night. I, myself, was happy to not hear my husband's phone ringing constantly. Oh the joys of being a coach. 

The guys spent the majority of their stay on the lake. When a dear friend of Lee & I invited them to go fishing, they swiftly jumped at the chance! The ladies on the other hand enjoyed sweet fellowship on the shore with sweet tea and lemonade at hand. 

Beggs Football Coaching Staff at the Coaches & Wives Retreat

Two days later, we packed all our boxes in to the moving van and headed to our new home. Although it was slightly scary and sad to leave our first home and friends that we will always consider to be dear, we both were/are excited to see what the Lord has in store for us in our new town. So in faith we headed west. 

Change doesn't always have to be scary. Some of my biggest fears the Lord swiftly took from my mind. 

Less than a day after we moved, we were welcomed into a home where I was able to meet so many friendly faces. Not only were these faces warm and welcoming, but they were like-minded. As a coaches wife, I am always on guard. Always wondering, "what information are they trying to get out of me?" or "Are they just befriending me because they want more playing time for their child?" (which I obviously have absolutely no control, nor do I want control, over who plays and who does not play on Friday nights). But all of these thoughts rolling around in my mind slowly came to rest as I began to get to know a pastor's wife from our new found home. At the risk of sounding creepy, I actually felt like I already knew her, as I ran across her blog several months ago through the pastors wife at our former church (confusing enough? I think so.) Mrs. Gore's blog is just precious. If you haven't come across her blog yet, I highly recommend you skip over and get to know her adorable family. Her heart of gold is evident to all who read. [Click here to read Mrs. Gore's Diary]

Needless to say, I went home that night much more at ease. The Lord knew just what I needed and when I needed it. It was as if He was wrapping me up in His arms saying that He IS in control. He will bring us friends despite the fact that we are now farther from family. He will take care of Lee and I. We are His children and He loves us more than I will ever be able to grasp. That night, I felt the comforting hands of my loving Abba Father. 

As chaotic as the past few weeks have been, it has been some of the most meaningful weeks. Although the boxes are still plaguing us and the world around us seems to be spinning faster than we can move, I have enjoyed every moment (except for the day our air conditioner broke and it got to a whopping 90 degrees in our little home).

So here's to the next time I'm able to rise out of the mounds of laundry and piles of boxes... and to hoping the internet gets connected in our house soon!