All posts by Diane Brennecke Christy

A mom from the south with a degree in psych pursuing an associates in web design is on a quest to move back to the Deep South from whence she came.

Superstition With Reason

Sam turned 20 on November 4th.  She asked me to get her a cookie cake (which we do every now and then).  So I got her a Mrs. Field’s cake with balloons on it (made of frosting, of course) and with the text comprised of LSU colors spelling out “Happy 20th Birthday, Sam”.  She loved it.  It was a nice day.  The next day I had work.  When I came home I saw the red cookie cake box sitting on the counter and I peeked inside to see how much was left and I saw one piece.  But what I saw about that one piece took my breath away! Continue reading Superstition With Reason

The Lakefront

The lakefront
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…is a wondrous place.  Jen and I used to go to the lakefront with Dad when we were little.  Always on a Sunday.  Sometimes Kim would come and we’d take our paper kite and fly it while we ate lunch.  Kim was a close friend of Dad’s.  They grew up together and he was at our house a lot before he got sick. He was diagnosed with cancer later on.  I think Kim’s funeral was the 2nd funeral I’d ever been to (after Rie).  We never cooked out down by the lakefront. I don’t even think they had BBQ pits down there back then.  We just picked up Kentucky Fried Chicken.  Dad brought the fishing poles sometimes and we would fish on the seawall.  Every now and then he’d bring the crab nets and we’d try and get some blue crabs (that didn’t happen too often that I remember–and if it did, usually the crabs were too small to take home).

Sitting on the seawall with Dad, Kim, and Jen was magical. Continue reading The Lakefront

Build Yourself Up

I love the way Arianna speaks about her body and how it works as a “vessel” and not a defining agent pointing to her identity! This is brilliant! I’ve got to share this!

My Journey

Today I want to talk about self confidence. (I feel like I’m writing an essay in 1st grade. “I’m going to tell you about…”)

Self confidence is hard. And don’t for a second think it’s only hard for people who struggle with their weight or only for women. Self confidence is just hard. Period. Everyone struggles with something. Even if you are a very confident person who actually loves their body, there is something that you either dislike or don’t feel comfortable about. When I was little, before I was fat, it was my feet. They’re big. And wide. People used to call them “flintsone feet” and I never wore sandles.

Everyone has something.

I think a lot of people start off their weight loss journey thinking “If I lose 20 pounds, I’ll feel more comfortable in a bikini.”And maybe that’s true for some people, but it’s not always…

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Philly Cheesesteak Sandwiches!

The soup last week was delicious!  That was the Picante Chicken Black Bean Soup.  It was wonderful and only ended up being 6 points plus values for 1-1/2 cups!  I put it with a salad or a good serving of vegetables and it made a wonderful dinner.  If you try it, let me know what you thought.

Today I have something a little different… Continue reading Philly Cheesesteak Sandwiches!

My Front Porch…

Sitting on my front porch was one of my favorite things to do after a day of playing in the dirt, or walking down the street to school to run up and down the football field.  The porch was like the day’s final resting spot.  Not like a death, but more like a place for contemplation and reflection.  Sitting on the brick-laid steps I’d watch the lizards jump from bush to bush and try to guess what color car would drive by next.  The mosquitoes hadn’t quite come out for their time in the sun yet, so sitting on the steps, catching a breeze here and there, watching the cars pass, while I try to guess what’s for dinner by sniffing the air for any sign of red beans or baked macaroni seemed to be the best idea at the time.

Mrs. Reynolds would come out and put her sprinkler over by the azaleas, Continue reading My Front Porch…

The Sunshine Blogger Award!

img_3232What a nice award!  I know whenever I go on and search for those blogs I’ve become so familiar with and even search for some new ones, I am continually feeling as if I’m standing in a ray of sunshine when I read another blogger’s words that I just get… I love when I read that blog and I just know if that person were here in front of me, we would be fast friends. I’ve encountered quite a few of those and it’s been lovely, like sunshine..  So thank you, Miss Cathy, for this honor and recognition.

The rules for this one are simple.  I’ve got some questions to answer, and 11 bloggers to nominate. Continue reading The Sunshine Blogger Award!

The Encouraging Thunder Award!

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Wow!  With a name like that for the award how could I not be thrilled to be acknowledged by my fellow blog-mate, Miss Sarah?!

I had to do some looking to find out what this is all about and I did find this lovely quote:

Encouragement is said to be the oxygen for the human spirit. Do not forget you are carrying someone’s air with you. Encourage them. Help them breathe” – anonymous.

One of the rules states that I have to share with y’all why I do this. Continue reading The Encouraging Thunder Award!

Roger Ebert?

I stayed home from work yesterday because I had such a headache that it was hard for me to turn my head.  I never get headaches, so that was different.  It did get better and I ended up on Netflix and watched “Life Itself…” which was the movie about Roger Ebert’s life.  I really had no idea that Roger Ebert was as impressive as he was!  He was an excellent writer Continue reading Roger Ebert?

Riding Bikes With Ghosts

I had to share this. I read this on Walt’s blog a couple of weeks ago and came back again today to read it again. It reminds me of home and I just love this post. Have fun!

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Right after dinner after getting the girls in bed I get to the garage and grab my bike and I’m ready to go. Rode it yesterday after not riding it for years and stuffed it in the van and drove it to the QT to inflate the tires for free and rode that bitch. It’s got one sticker on it from the move up north and one from the move back down and all the dust and rust from in between and the front tire is flat again already. Goddammit.

I can stuff it in the van one more time and fight traffic to the QT or I can go two blocks to Wal-Mart and buy a pump. Or I can go back inside and stare at the computer again for a couple hours before I have to get up.

Wal-Mart has the kind you pump with your foot and…

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