Lindsey Staton Life Coaching

The gospel according to Herschel

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So we have this fabulous bulldog named Herschel (after the great UGA running back, Herschel Walker. I mean, what else could his name be?). He doesn’t do anything. Just sleeps. All day. Gets up to eat and go to the bathroom, but that’s about it. I can still drag him into a wrestling match on occasion, but he will never initiate. He’s just a big 70-pound brick of an animal.

He’s usually pretty cooperative, but when he doesn’t want to do something, chances are it’s just not going to happen. He’s not tall, but his 70 pounds is solid and he’s as strong as an ox. My sister was horrified with his dog breath, bought Herschel a dog toothbrush and toothpaste, enlisted Beau for backup and made a go at it. All I heard was lots of cussing from Ali and laughing from Beau. It was not to be. Brad and I tried to tag-team him once to get drops in his eyes and it almost ended our marriage. [Read more…]

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Truth and/or love

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I have a relatively harmless addiction to jeans. Not an addiction. Just a strong preference. I wear them pretty much every day. Comfortable, casual, go with everything. Dress them up, dress them down. There were even a couple seasons of life where I slept in them. Ah, jeans. I love them and they love me.

Sometimes.

I think I have six or seven pairs of jeans. I usually only wear three or four of them, but keep the others around in case of emergency, like the very tiny chance that my top three are too dirty to wear. I say ‘too dirty to wear’ because I usually wear each pair several times before I wash them. (The first day is a little stiff, the second day is perfect, on the third day they start to sag.)

But there is one pair that’s my favorite. And they know it. It’s not necessarily the size or brand. I’ve just had them the longest. The very first time I put them on after being washed, they fit just right. It feels like a hug from an old friend. [Read more…]

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Obnoxious love

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I was raised to be a very POLITE person.

Don’t get me wrong. I’ve got my rough edges. I cuss when I play Mario Kart (and lots of other times). I finish other people’s sentences (I’m just trying to engage!). I get impatient when I’m driving (usually because I’m late). My elbows tend to end up on the table when I’m eating (sorry, Mom). I don’t always sit in the most ladylike position (which is okay because I’m wearing jeans).

But for the most part, in relationships, I tend to not force myself on anyone. If someone wants to be left alone, I try to honor that request. I never show up anywhere uninvited. I don’t call or text too late at night or too early in the morning. I’ll volunteer to help out, but if my offer is turned down, I accept that and quickly move on. I’m a great friend, but I’m careful not to take it too far. I don’t want to come across as pushy or presumptuous. [Read more…]

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Fertilizer

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(DISCLAIMER: This blog post is PG. I’m going to take some artistic license and use bad words. The substitutions I came up with just wouldn’t work. So Mom, Grandma and MeMommy: I’m sorry. Yes, I was raised better than this. Yes, it’s very unladylike. No, it’s not your fault. And kids, I warned you on my ABOUT page. Don’t tell your folks or they won’t let you read my stuff anymore. Now having said that…)

Shit happens. It just does.

This is not any kind of big news. This is not some kind of huge revelation. Everybody knows this. Because it has happened, is happening, and will still happen as long as we’re living on this earth. Sin, the fall, all that is why life is just so dang hard. [Read more…]

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God’s love language

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A lot of us have read Gary Chapman’s book, The Five Love Languages. It’s an excellent book and I highly recommend it. For those of you who don’t know the book, here’s the gist.

Everybody’s got their own love language: physical touch, words of affirmation, acts of service, receiving gifts or quality time. The idea is that you and your spouse/kids/parents/whoever you’re trying to love probably have different love languages. You may feel loved when you hear words of affirmation. Your spouse may feel loved from acts of service. You’ll naturally try to speak your native language to them, thinking that you’re loving them well because that’s how YOU are loved well. But if you’re not speaking THEIR language, they could still feel unloved, even if you’re working really hard (in your own language) to show them affection. [Read more…]

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