So deep in balls.

I am so deep in Ball stuff right now I can barely see straight. I dream of invitations, programs, step&repeats and speeches. I stress over details no one else will ever notice or think about. I’m currently so tired from staring at a Tri-Fold raffle ticket display piece…that my eyeballs may just squeeze out of my head.

Do eyeballs squeeze out of one’s head? …maybe. Mine may be the first.

I thought I had escaped gowns and dinner choices when my wedding reception ended.


One more week of crazy stress and I will be back. Back to being a working momma with a side business. No more fancy, formal ball committee until next year.

So. Deep. In. Balls.

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Does the Big Bang breakthrough offer proof of God?

CNN Belief Blog

Opinion by Leslie A. Wickman, special to CNN

(CNN) The remarkable discovery, announced this week, of ripples in the space-time fabric of the universe rocked the world of science and the world of religion.

Touted as evidence for inflation (a faster-than-the-speed-of-light expansion of our universe), the new discovery of traces of gravity waves affirms scientific concepts in the fields of cosmology, general relativity, and particle physics.

The new discovery also has significant implications for the Judeo-Christian worldview, offering strong support for biblical beliefs.

Here’s how.

The prevalent theory of cosmic origins prior to the Big Bang theory was the “Steady State,” which argued that the universe has always existed, without a beginning that necessitated a cause.

However, this new evidence strongly suggests that there was a beginning to our universe.

If the universe did indeed have a beginning, by the simple logic of cause and effect, there had…

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Review Update

In the week since I received my first “bad” review, I have been BUSY.

I’ve revised my files.

Addressed paper and printing issues with my printer.

Found a new vender for my envelopes.

AND tried my best to makes things right with the unhappy customer.

Yesterday, she posted an updated review saying:

UPDATE: Jessica took action when she read my review- she reached out to me right away & addressed my concerns, Thanks Jessica!

Since that one mediocre review, I’ve received three new reviews on my Etsy page from other happy customers:

Perfect for the under the sea baby shower I was throwing, they look great and were easy to print.

I really like these.

Loved the way it came out!

I’m also excited to announce that I felt so bad for the customer who was disappointed, that I designed a Thank You card just for her! She will be receiving them in the mail in the next couple days.

I feel vindicated. Exhausted. Happy with my progress. And old.

Did I mention I turn 29 tomorrow? 29 with a husband, baby, full-time job, two dogs and a side business.

29 must be latin for ‘exhausted.’

I’m not sure what else it could possibly mean.

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First Bad Review. Bummer.

I’ve always been a twisted sort of perfectionist. Hardcore into the details when I’m doing well and very “Fuck this!” when I’m not. That is ofcourse a rather large personality flaw when running your own small business.

Unfortunately, I received my very first poor review on Etsy tonight. I’m bummed. Out of five stars, I received three.

My first thought was to question every single decision I had so far made with my business.

What was I doing? Why did I start this business? Why do I suck so bad?

The review said my response time and service were great but they were disappointed in the invitation print quality and envelopes. SAD!

But despite that nagging, crappy feeling in the pit of my stomach, I remembered that I am a badass. I can do pretty much anything.

I put my big girl pants on and immediately responded to the customer with a refund and apology.

I have already ordered new envelopes AND arranged for a meeting with my printer to discuss other paper options.


I’m still sad. I love working with my customers. I’m psyched to meet with brides and to hand customers their finished products! I love receiving emails with pictures and feedback!

But I have decided to think of this incident as a speed bump…

I once launched a work car off of a speed bump going 65 miles an hour. It was awesome and very Hollywood. I kept control of the vehicle and landed it flawlessly….much to the surprise of my partner who had a slight concussion from slamming into the roof of the car.

I guess I’ll just launch my little business off this speed bump, land it perfectly and bow afterwards.

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Queen of the Nerds

Even when it was uncool, I was a nerd. Even when I was a jock, had friends, had boyfriends and a social life, I was a nerd.

A Batman loving, science fiction reading, History channel watching weirdo who’s sense of humor wasn’t always well received.

It took awhile for me to hit my stride. As a teenager I was stereotypically self-conscious and often replayed uncool moments in my head for years. To this day I remember the awful speech I made in my middle school French class about RollerJam (Yup. Loved that shit.) or the stupid WWE clip I played in a presentation on law enforcement as an adult. These moments, while admittedly sometimes embarrassing have made me realize that embracing my nerd is much better than shoving it deep down inside and watching in horror as it spills out in an epic show of geekery.

As an adult, I embrace and appreciate my dork side. As a mother, I realize how lame it was to ever hide any part of myself.

An hour long discussion with coworkers about which of all the great action stars would win in a real-life battle royale (Chuck Norris)  is something I now look forward to. Debating and googling why the martyred colonists of the second Aliens movie were actually on that God forsaken planet in the first place (Terraforming) has become the norm.

I suppose then, the fact that I dress my daughter in super hero tshirts, leggings, bows and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle socks should not surprise anyone who knows me. Neither should the fact that my toddler regularly receives praise from strangers as polite and “something special.” She is openly regarded as one of the smartest, pig-headed and ornery children ever to be born of my family (which says a lot).

And I have no doubt that she is destined for great things.

She is without a doubt, my tiny Super hero.


When her nerdy starts to shine through, and she begins to question her ability to fit in or stand out, I hope that my own dorky traits will call to hers. I hope the lessons I have learned as a nerd, dork, loser, student, teacher, jock, outcast, social butterfly, partier, planner, good guy, bad buy, friend, sister, daughter and mother will somehow rub off on her. Because I have learned a lot in my short lifetime and some of my favorite lessons were hard won as an outcast.

My favorite lesson? Nobody else is looking at your big ass in that dress because they are too busy worrying about theirs. Go do something great. Something worth your life. Venture on and rock that dress.

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