Free KD printable

July 16, 2015

Free Kappa Delta Printable |

I have no idea why, but I got a little sentimental over my college days the other day. I started missing my sorority sisters. I started missing my KD’s. So, I just decided to put together a free printable. I remember being in college and having $0 to buy my little sister anything. I also remember there being so little in the form of swag for sororities and fraternities {or you had to pay a lot to get things made} to decorate or do anything cute. So, here ya go – I made this free KD Printable. I know it isn’t much, but I thought it was cute and would be uber cute in a frame, on your door, tacked to the wall. Just cuteness {I think at least}.

I have a few more I’m doing – once I start I can’t stop. So, I’m thinking of putting these up in my Etsy store, but for right now, free is the route I’m going. :)

Download the 8×10 KD Printable

Download the 5×7 KD Printable

Hope you like them my fellow Kappa Delta’s. AOT!

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My demons | Living with Depression {}

In the wake of many mental-health related tragedies recently, celebrity suicides (Sawyer Sweeten, Robin Williams, and Homaro Cantu) and young athlete suicides (North Texas University student and Tempe high school student), there has been a tremendous push to break the stigma associated with mental-health issues. I’ve written previously about my struggle with Postpartum Depression (PPD), but I don’t think that most people realize it isn’t just “fixed” once postpartum passes. Unfortunately, it’s something that I’ll deal with probably forever.

Over the past three weeks I’ve watched myself stumbling down the stairs of that all too familiar deep, dark spiral. Thoughts of leaving this all behind, no longer being a burden, and taking a forever break from my life, began to fill my head and take over my days. Andrew immediately noticed the change. He could see it written all over my fake plastered smile, hear it in the tone in my less than pleasant voice, see it in the depths of my dread-filled eyes, feel it in my cool touch. That man knows me so well. He sat down with me on Sunday night and asked “How are you? What’s going on in that beautiful mind?” My short and curt reply “I’m fine. Nothing really.” Which he knew was a lie. So he pressed “Megan, tell me.” Which always pisses me off…so my curt reply becomes an eye roll and an immediate flee from the discussion “NOTHING! I’m FINE!” Which was a lie. And he knew, so he pressed harder. “You have to tell me. I can’t help if I don’t know what’s wrong.” And I broke. “I’m not sure I can do all of this. Actually, I’m not sure I want to do all of this anymore.” Those words…the sting of them even as I write them now causes my eyes to fill with warm salty moisture, which streams down my cheeks.

When you’re in it, the sludge filling your brain convinces you there’s no other way. Giving up is the only option. I know it’s so difficult for anyone to understand. She’s so happy! How can she feel that way? She leads a charmed life! You’re right. I am happy, most days. I do lead a charmed life, sort of. What most don’t understand though is that it doesn’t feel happy or charmed on the inside. No, it feels like quicksand. Like my lungs are filling with hot gray sludge and I can’t breathe. I can’t move. My legs are stuck. My arms are dead weight. My brain is a wasteland. The world is spinning, but I’m moving in slow motion. I’ll never get out of it. I’ll be stuck here forever. And who truly wants to live like that? Do you? No, no one does. So yes, yes your cloudy misguided brain might be on to something.

But then, a small voice says “Momma?” Those bright blue eyes light up and she flashes me the toothiest grin. She runs as fast as she can, to get in my arms as quickly as possible. Jumps into my arms, pats me on the back with her tiny little hand of her embrace, and says “Momma.” with a content sigh. And I know. I know that I can’t leave. I won’t leave. I’ll fight. I’ll kick that voice’s ass. I’ll push it down into the depths of my body so help me God.

So today, today is a good day friends. Will tomorrow be a good day? I hope so. I think so. I’m on the hunt for someone local to talk to/with. I think therapy is an important step that I’m currently not utilizing. I’ve made a promise to myself and my family that I’ll start concentrating on my well-being a bit more than I have been (like actually working out and taking an hour here or there for myself). Yes, these are all promises I’ve made before and broken. But that’s what a new day is about right? Giving yourself a new opportunity to do the right thing, hold yourself accountable, get back on track.

I know you may be wondering what this whole post is even about. Why I even posted it. Well, I think mental illness is a hard thing to understand. I think people don’t know a lot about it, so they just assume once you get on some drugs (or not) everything is “POOF” fixed. I think it scares people, as it should. But it doesn’t have to be scary. It doesn’t have to be misunderstood. It doesn’t have to be hush hush. I thought maybe giving you a glimpse into what happens in my mind, might help raise awareness of the issue overall, and persuade you to have a little more empathy / understanding for/of someone who is battling their own depression. Believe me, they don’t want to be a burden to/on you. They HATE that you think they are always on the brink of total devastation. They’re embarrassed. They’re shy. They’re worried. They’re tired. They’re sad. They’re trying, they really are. But that’s what I think helps all of us. We ALL feel those things. Especially with the demands of our busy lives.

I hope I didn’t freak out with this post, it wasn’t mean to freak anyone out. I hope you didn’t roll your eyes and say “ugggh she’s such a drag today!” or “Here she goes posting about depression again.” Well, you probably did. I probably would too! *laughing* But if you know someone who’s had a rough time recently or has experienced some tough situations, ask them how they’re doing. Just listen. Don’t judge. And know that if they say “I’m fine.” without hesitation, they may need you to press a little hard. And that’s not such a terrible thing. Just means you care.

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5 Reasons Marriage Does Work |

I’m not sure if you read an article that’s been floating around the internet recently, but a male columnist give the five reasons that marriage just doesn’t work for “our” generation any longer. Take a moment to read that column here.

Did you read it? Okay good. Well, I couldn’t disagree with him more. I think the reasons he provides are cop outs, and actually work in our favor. So here’s my rebuttal and my five reasons why marriage DOES work for our generation, why we CAN handle it, and why we are definitely not setup to fail.

  1. Sex is More Accepted Than Ever Before
    Yes, you read that right. Back when our parents were in their 20s/30s do you think they could go to a sex toy part at their next-door neighbor’s house? Do you think they could quickly pull up a video on their phone? Do you think they could talk to their partner, openly, about what they like, they don’t like? Heck, most of them didn’t even have multiple partners to know what they did or didn’t like.

    See, I think the availability of sex has actually made things a little easier on our generation. No, my sex life isn’t like a porn {I actually would never wish that upon any one}. No my sex life is healthy. Apparently much healthier than my counterparts if I read that column correctly. I still want to rip my husband’s clothes off. I still look at him and think “Man, he’s hot. And he’s mine!” I still thoroughly enjoy our intimacy and look forward to it several times throughout the week. So no Mr. D’Ambrosio, sex is not dead in my marriage.

  2. Finances Aren’t Crippling Us
  3. Yes, raising a family is more expensive than ever. But my husband and I made a decision to live inside our means. I got into debt when I was fresh out of college. I buckled down in my mid-20’s and pulled myself out of $10,000 in credit card debt. I did that by keeping my car until I was forced to get another one. Living further from work. Working extra jobs to make money. And my husband did the same. I refuse to ever be in that situation again.

    To keep us grounded and in our means, we’re pretty frugal. We moved an hour from work to buy a larger home for the same price as our townhouse we sold. I’ve cut costs, made a budget, learned to DIY, and those are just a few things. I don’t think the cost of living is crippling us, I think the idea of what life is supposed to be like is crippling us. We as a generation love things. Lots of things. But do we need those things? No. So maybe we buy less things, stick to a budget, cut costs, work an extra job {Yes, I know that sucks. My mother did it my entire life. IT SUCKS!}…I don’t know, just stop trying to live like people on television and enjoy what we have. It’s working for me and my friends.

  4. We ARE More Connected Than Ever
    Yes, it’s true that from a technology standpoint we are more connected than ever. But I don’t think that’s a bad thing. I can reach my husband in a moment’s notice if I need to. I can post a quick question on social media and get great recommendations and answers from friends. I can send a text and tell my neighbor to meet me outside for wine on the porch. I can let someone know I’m running late. Are those bad things? Nope.

    Here’s the thing, YOU have to put boundaries on the technology. It’s not technology’s fault if we allow it to get in the way, it’s our fault. To combat technology infiltrating into our lives we have technology time outs. No phones at the dinner table, no phones when out on dates, no email past a certain time. We still hold hands in the car, walking through the mall, and out as a family. We can’t blame technology, we have to take some responsibility for our own actions. I see an ongoing theme here, don’t you – it’s something or someone else fault, not ours. That’s what Mr. D’Ambrosio is saying right? More on that later…

  5. Our Desire for Love Far Outweighs Our Desire for Attention
    This is not a reality show. This is real life. Of course I meet people who care more about how many likes they get, more than they do about anything else. But those people are few and far between and I most certainly do not consider them to be grouped in with my friends. If we are truly talking about real people, people who you and I know, that we spend our time with, do you feel that way about them? Because I know I surely don’t feel that way about the people who surround me and my family. They wouldn’t be a part of my circle if they were. I do not know anyone, who is serious about their life, their love life, their family, their career, who would desire attention more than love. On the contrary all of my friends are the most loving people I’ve ever met. They would give you the shirt off their back. Drop everything in a moment’s notice for you. To garner attention? No, to just show you they care. My friends and family don’t want attention, they want me to know they love me.
  6. I’m Not Inviting Social Media Into Bed With Me
    I will agree that we {speaking as a generation} share more than ever. We probably share too much. Social media has made it even easier than ever to share the nooks and crannies of our lives. But I also firmly believe there is a push from “my generation” to put limits on the sharing. My marriage is sacred. My family is sacred. My moments alone with my family are sacred. Yes, I post pictures of amazing food, because I feel like the restaurant is due credit and I also want my friends to know about another great place to grab a bite. Yes, I post pictures of my daughter, because I’m proud to have even had the opportunity to create human life, because I find her amusing, and because to me she is the most breathtaking human I have ever seen. Yes, I post my feet in the sand, because that is my harmony. But that has nothing to do with my marriage. That has nothing to do with my ability to sustain my relationship with my husband, with my family.
  7. The reasons Mr. D’Ambrosio provided are a complete cop-out. Another reason to blame someone or something else for our personal failures, not failures as a generation. You can’t blame technology for your actions. You, and you alone, are responsible for your actions. I find society as a whole has begun to blame others for their inability to sustain meaningful relationships. The inability to sustain your marriage isn’t about non-existent intimacy, or too expensive houses, or the infiltration of technology. No, the inability to sustain one’s marriage is about decisions. We make decisions every single day that can either keep us intact or tear us apart. Now don’t get me wrong, there are definitely relationships that shouldn’t stay the course. There are instances when two people truly aren’t meant to go the long haul. I’m not referring to every single relationship, so please don’t think I am. I just don’t think it’s fair or reasonable to think that the reasons listed in Mr. D’Ambrosio’s article are real reasons for why we as a generation can’t handle marriage. Not only can we handle marriage, we can flourish.


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TheMcBaileys Ramen Chicken Salad

I know what you are thinking, I do! Yes, I just used the word Ramen as a portion of my title and in a recipe. But I assure you, this is good. It really is! My mother-in-law fixed this Ramen Chicken Salad one night while we were visiting and I just sort of sat there, stuffing myself, delighting in every bite, and thinking “Am I really enjoying eating Ramen right now? As a dinner? And I’m not in college?” The answer was YES! YES I was enjoying every little bite. It was delicious. So naturally I asked that she share the recipe with me and because I’m such a giving person I’m going to share it with you now. Awwww ain’t that nice?!?! No, it’s actually really nice of my mother-in-law because she could have told me to kick rocks and keep this recipe to herself. Then look what I did. I put it out on the Google machine! Ahhh, she’s gonna wring my neck!

Here’s What You’ll Need:

  • 4 Boneless Chicken Breast
  • 1 Sunbird Hot & Spicy Szechwan Seasoning Packet
  • 1 Chopped Head of Nappa Cabbage
  • 1 Bunch of Green Onions (Chives)
  • 1/2 Cup Toasted Almonds
  • 2 packages of Chicken Ramen Noodles with seasoning packets

Salad Dressing

  • 4 tbl sugar
  • 6 tbl Rice Vinegar
  • 1 Cup Vegetable Oil
  • Few dashes of Tabasco Sauce
  • 2 tbl dark sesame oil
  • Here’s What You’ll Need to Do:
    The recipe calls for you to fix the cabbage with the dressing the night before. The first time I fixed it, I did. The second, I didn’t. I prefer it the night before, but just know that you can fix it right before you serve without it being much of an issue.

    1. Whisk all of the ingredients in the salad dressing well.
    2. Pour the salad dressing over your chopped cabbage and green onions. Mix well.I used that already shredded bag of cole slaw. Yes, I’m lazy, but it works and tastes pretty dagon good!
    3. Store in the refrigerator, covered, over night.

      The Next Day / Night…

    1. Cut the chicken breast up into bite size pieces. I actually used cut-up chicken tenders. I just love them and think they are tastier and easier
    2. Put chicken into 9×13 baking dish
    3. Sprinkle chicken with Sunbird Hot & Spicy Szechwan seasoning packet
    4. Bake uncovered, at 350, for about 45 minutes.

      While Chicken is Baking…

    1. Crush the Ramen Noodles, then stir in with the cabbage / onion mixture. Sprinkle the Ramen Seasoning Packets over the noodle / cabbage / onion mixture. I didn’t use both packets. I used one packet and a little less than half of the other packet. But that’s all up to you and your taste.


    1. Once the chicken is baked and ready to go, mix in with the cabbage / ramen mixture, sprinkle with almonds. Stir.

    VIOLA! Done. Serve and enjoy!

    I’m not going to lie to you, the leftovers are pretty awesome. The chicken gets all cold and yummy and absorbs the sesame oil and the flavors of the cabbage and onions. It’s pretty delightful. So if you wanted to fix this all ahead of time and serve it chilly the next day, I wouldn’t say you were crazy. I’d say you were pretty smart. But you fix it, you figure out what tickles your fancy. :)

    What do you think? Going to give it a try? Did you? Did you like it?

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    4 Gifts Moms Really Want for Christmas |

    1. To Sleep In Yep, we just want to sleep in. And that doesn’t mean we want you to wake us up and inquire as to whether or not we would like to continue our peaceful slumber. No no, my friend. That means you should quietly exit the bedroom, quietly escort our children to a far away land {like the kitchen}, fix them breakfast, monitor their behavior {that means no fighting before 9am}, and let us continue that dreamy state for just a little longer. Just a little bit, that’s all we want.
    2. To Go Shopping Without a Time Limit Back when we didn’t have children, I used to go to the mall and just walk around. Shop, peruse, build my fat cells with a gooey and delicious Cinnabon, gasp at Needless Markup’s prices, and generally just waste my life for the day. It was pretty glorious. We’d love to do that again, even if it’s just once a year. Shopping without time limits when you have children is like a unicorn. If you find and deliver the unicorn we will love you long time.
    3. To Not Clean the House I don’t actually know if a day goes by that I’m not cleaning. I’m not even talking about seriously cleaning the house. I’m talking about the constant picking up. It’s like toys, shoes, dishes, and clothes are part of a replication conspiracy, designed to make me hit the fast track for the loony bin. One day, just one day without the constant pickup! Ahhhh yes, I can visualize it. Can you make that happen? Can you be the picker up’er? Just for one day?
    4. To Have a Meal Uninterrupted “No, you can’t some of my dinner. We’re eating the same thing. No, you can’t some of my wine. Drink your water. Yes, you have to eat that. No, I’m not making you something else. No, you aren’t finished yet. Yes, I’m still eating. Please don’t throw that. Sit on your bum bum. Hey, hey, quit it. I mean it, stop. I’m not going to tell you again. What’s with all the whining?” Sound familiar? Yes, I thought so. Take me out to dinner. Just the two of us. And no, I’m not picking the place either.

    Thank you. We love you. Merry Christmas.

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    {I am the Problem}

    October 29, 2014

    I am my problem |

    I wrote this post three weeks ago. It’s been sitting in my draft folder staring at me. This happens to me often. It happens when I write something I’m worried people won’t like. It happens when I write something that might be a tad controversial. It happens when I put things out there I’m worried my family might get pissed about. It happens when I write from my heart and my head. It happens often.

    I usually don’t push publish these. I have about 20 just sitting in draft. It’s not light, it’s not funny, it’s not even remotely satirical {which if you read my usual posts you know is most definitely out of character}. It’s real. It’s raw. It’s emotion. And sometimes, I just need to put it on “paper” and hit the publish button to make myself feel good. To make myself feel better about myself. To say that I admitted it. I took the first step. So I hit publish this morning. Here goes nothing…

    It’s midnight. I’m laying in bed. Andrew is snoring next to me. I hear cat paws softly walking across the room. My heart is racing. I can actually hear my heart beating in my ears. My brain is on overdrive. The list of to-dos has become unbearable. I’m considering getting out of bed just to take care of a few before the sun rises. I don’t. I know even if I do, the list will just grow in size tomorrow. It’s no use, I’m drowning in to-dos. I have no idea when I fell asleep. I just know the last thing I thought was “I can do this. I can handle all of this. You’re okay Megan.”

    I woke up the next morning and realized, I have a problem. That problem, is me. I am the problem. I have unrealistic expectations. For life, for myself, for my husband, for my daughter, for everything and everyone. Which makes me wonder, am I alone? Am I the only one? At what point do you expectations become unrealistic? Is there a tipping point I should be made aware? I’m assuming it’s a personal tipping point. But perhaps there is a general one that someone could share with me.

    At any rate, I know it’s me. I know it is my expectations that are making that bubble form in the back of my throat some days. You know the one. It starts to rear its head when you are on the brink of tears. It begins with the feeling a little bit like you are going to suffocate. Instead, a tiny tear starts to form in the corner of your eyes. Your vision begins to blur a little. And then you blink them back. You get your sh*t together. And you say to yourself “SNAP OUT OF IT. You’re fine! You’re life is cake compared to other people.”

    I quickly realized that day that I needed to take some of my own advice. I needed to stop comparing myself to others. I needed to start putting myself in other people’s shoes. THAT was my problem. I was overwhelming myself. I was irritated at others because of how overwhelmed I was. WHO DO I THINK I AM??? *shaking my head*

    Yes, I’m busy, but so is everyone else. Of course I would have called and checked-in, but that’s me, not her/him. Sure, that was a short response, but maybe they don’t have a ton of time. Yep, that’s how I do things, but my way isn’t for everyone. No, they didn’t check on me, but that’s okay, they need me now. Yes, I’m trying to do my best, but maybe they want more from me that I just can’t offer right now. No, that doesn’t seem like a big deal to me, but maybe that’s huge in their life, so respect that. Heck yea life is a tiny series of tornadoes, but it is for everyone else too.

    I’m busy. You’re busy. I’m overwhelmed. You’re overwhelmed. I’m on the brink of tears. You’re on the brink of tears. Everyone, and I mean everyone, is just trying to make it. So stop thinking your nanny quitting, husband traveling, not-so PT schedule, rash covered daughter, two-job having, not enough hours in the day life is sooooo crazy compared to everyone else Megan. It is crazy. But so is their life. Life is crazy. But life is also a lot of fun.

    So today, I’m going to put on my big girl pants and smile, laugh, and not think everything is such a big deal. Because when it is all said and done, I’m only one person. You are only one person. Say it with me ” I am only one person.” There aren’t enough breaths in this lifetime to worry about some of the silly things I’ve been worrying about lately. Quit it with the unrealistic expectations Megan. Just stop. It’s not helpful and it surely isn’t healthy. I’m only one person. I’m trying, I really am. I’m trying. And that is perfectly fine.

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    {3 Reasons I Said Goodbye to My Keurig}

    September 29, 2014

    Today is National Coffee Day and I love coffee. I mean, LOVE coffee. I can’t drink it past 2pm otherwise I’ll be up until the wee hours of the morning cleaning the tracks in my windows and having conversations with myself, but I love coffee. It’s part of my morning ritual. It gets me jazzed […]

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    {5 Things You Didn’t Know About Your Husband}

    September 17, 2014

    I’ve been married now almost 3 years {in just a few short weeks}. Now, you’re probably saying “ohhh you are still newlyweds!” Yes, we are. That being said, I’m here to tell you a few things you didn’t know about your husband, until after you married him. He Believes in Fairies It’s true, he does! […]

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    {Thankful Thursday: Sept 4, 2014}

    September 4, 2014

    It’s the first Thursday in September 2014. This is a big month for me, for our family. This month, Waverly turns one. A whirlwind year comes to a close and a new year begins. Last night, I found an app that allows you to select pictures of your child(ren) from your phone, organizes them by […]

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    {Sucker for Details}

    September 4, 2014

    1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 Okay, I admit it, I’m a sucker for details. Throughout this entire process of decorating our new home I find myself drawn to small pieces. Instead of “following the rules” and selecting my large items to ground the room, and then planning around those […]

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