God, are you still good? A question from hurting hearts.

Tasha Layton writes in her beautiful song, “Into the sea”

My heart is breaking
In a way I never thought it could
My mind is racing
With the question, “Are you still good?”

Much like the words above, have you either bowed your head in defeat or raised your head in defiance with the very thought that God is not good. Perhaps you’ve toyed with the idea that He is remote, cold, or even unreal? How could, why would, race through your mind continuously and the seeming inconsistency of who we want God to be and who we think we see physical evidence of are opposites from each other. Does that ring familiar? I’m here to encourage you that these thoughts are not uncommon. But most importantly, God knows the thoughts, and the pain behind the thoughts, and loves us despite them.

Recently, the idea of “cancel” became a hot topic and its own culture.

The idea is if someone says or does something that offends to a high enough degree, that person is simply ignored (deleted/blocked/written off). The offender might not even know they had offended or given the opportunity to learn, grow, and ask forgiveness for the offense. Or the offender was given the opportunity and conversations didn’t go the way the offended person wanted. Canceled. Essentially, “you are dead to me.” As a person with an overabundance of the gift of mercy, this is a concept that I cannot practice. However, I have been in close proximity with those that do practice this and I find it heartbreaking and alarming. (Disclosure: I’m not talking about toxic or dangerous situations here. That is another situation altogether!)

A few times in my life I was strongly encouraged to turn my back on people who offended without attempting to build a bridge for reconciliation, and I did for a time, but my heart was broken, and I hated every minute of it. It didn’t feel natural to me. It didn’t feel healthy! Over the years I learned that it absolutely was NOT healthy and have since attempted to mend or reach back out to those people. God, who lives in the heart of the believer, reaches towards people all the time (Nehemiah 9:31). He never turns His back, and He is always open for the repentant heart (John 6:37). He asks us to pray for those who persecute us (Matthew 5:44). Jesus tells us that He leaves the many to chase after the one (Luke 15:4).

So, back to the question of God’s goodness. Tasha continues by writing,

From beginning to the end
You’re so close
You have never let me down
And You won’t
In the valleys, in the shadows, I know
You’re so close
You’re so close

God IS close to us. He is close to the one doubting. He is close to the one hurting. He is close to the one shaking her fist. He is close to the one that has arms crossed and jaw set. He is close to the one on her knees. He is close to YOU. He is close to me (Psalm 34:18). Praise Him who does not sleep and is never distracted and will not “cancel” His creation (Psalm 121).

Taking that step toward God

You might be reading this and longing to reach toward God but are unsure how. Perhaps you are reading this, and you’ve been feeling the strong magnetic pull towards God but you’re not sure what to do next. You might be reading this, and you have some serious questions and doubts. This is your next step. Pray, seek, knock, ask….Luke 11:9.

Allow me to pray with you. Jesus, today we seek You in truth. We are knocking on Heaven’s door to meet You, standing here with our hands open wide, not holding anything back from You. We ask that You meet our questions, our doubts, and our fear with Your love, compassion, and authority. Jesus, we don’t want to miss the life that You have planned for us. We don’t want to turn our backs on a destiny that is so much more than we can imagine. So, Jesus, take this tiny little seed of hope and faith and plant it, cultivate it, nurture it into a mighty life that gives honor to You. Thank you, Jesus, that You come after the one! Amen.

If you would like to learn more about my personal journey towards a God who met me at one of my darkest hours, in my divorce, you can find my story here. https://oklahomaslices.com/critical-steps-for-surviving-divorce-part-1/

Holiday Pain

How many times have you personally been told that perspective brings clarity and, dare I say it, happiness?  That advice isn’t always true. I believe that perspective also includes pain. A lot of times, perspective spotlights pain in a way that can unexpectedly knock you on your butt.

Perhaps you are alone for the holidays for the first time this year (or for the 6th year)? Maybe you have been happy with the way your life is going but when you catch a Hallmark Christmas movie or see the Christmas family photos on FB or Insta (or coming in the mail), you start to feel that your life is not as great as you thought. Slowly your smile begins to slip, your memory begins to betray, and your heart begins to pull in all the places that you thought were so tightly sewn back together. It’s not that you are seeking to feel sad, sometimes it’s a bus that unexpectedly plows into you!

For example, just the other day I was so excited to catch the new season of The Crown. I knew that Princess Diana would enter this season and I braced myself for some difficult scenes. How in the world could I have imagined that some surprising scenes would rip open a couple of the well-placed stitches? If I would have known, I would NOT have watched. Now I’m attempting to be very very still and allow God to re-stitch. It frustrates me and truthfully gets on my last ever-lovin’ nerve that my healing is further than it was five years ago, but not as far as it (apparently) needs to go.

Did Elvis have it right?

I’ve heard this time of year sadness called “a funk” or “holiday depression”. Elvis even sang about it – “I’ll have a blue, blue, blue, blue Christmas!”

So, what about you? Are you a grass is always greener on the other side type of person? Do you seek out new things or opportunities when you become sad or bored and then quickly lose interest? Honestly, I am not of that mind. Contentment is crazy easy for me and I can acclimate into my circumstances pretty dang quick. I suppose this comes from my childhood where I had different guardians and homes every couple of years. I never knew what was coming next until I was in middle school. My marriage was filled with constantly changing careers, cars, and new obsessions which caused me to be in constant alert and then acclimate to the new.

Truth and Light

Today I have stability, my dream job, an amazing family, and I have hope. But that’s when that devil sneaks in and starts accusing. “If you truly believed like you said…” “if you only had (husband, money, etc.) …” “if…if…if”. But those are lies and the script I’m hearing in my mind and heart must be flipped. Someone that is dear to my heart often says, “Truth and light.” Truth and light must be shined on the emotions we feel during this time of year. Feelings can become drivers if we aren’t careful. And we are so careful about so many things, why not our feelings and the reaction to them also?

Here’s the truth. My perspective is that I had lots of dreams about what I wanted my life to look like and those dreams did not happen. I had plans for career and family and many of those plans did not happen. I had a life going predictably one direction and without my permission, it took off in a completely different path. Out of those changed realities, came a lot of pain. And friend, pain is okay.

An analogy that consistently resonates with me is the concept of cleaning a deep wound and applying medication. When my son was in elementary, he avoided being run over by laying down on its side his Honda 50. The engine laid on his leg and gave him a third-degree burn. Over the next several weeks he and I would sit in the bathroom while I scrubbed the fresh scab layer off and apply medication to ensure he didn’t scar. It was horrible for both of us! Praise the Lord, today he has no scarring because of the torture that we both went through to scrape all the bad stuff away. If we would have left the first several layers of scabs, the wound would not have healed properly. What this means for us is that deep wounds need to be scrubbed and reopened many times to allow for true healing.

Does it hurt like hell? Absolutely.  Is it essential? 100%

Keeping the feelings moving

So here I am today with hands open and my heart laid vulnerable while another healing moment takes place. My pain is that I will probably be single for the remainder of my life. It hurts, but most days I’m okay with it. My pain is that I will most likely not retire or have a traditional grandma type of old age, but I have to be okay with that. We are allowed to be disappointed every once in a while. We just shouldn’t park our feelings there.  Like mobile homes are meant to travel and never stay in one spot, so are our troubles and heartaches. And for me, it’s time to get moving again.

Critical Steps for Surviving Divorce – Part 3

Step Five: Celebrate the days you didn’t cry; give yourself grace for the days you did.

I cried every single day for months. Some days it was misting around the corners of my eyes, some days a silent waterfall. I confess that the weekends were more of the guttural sob, but I really did try to reign those episodes in as much as possible! A name, a smell, a memory (and there were loads of memories!), a building, a song, a movie – anything could bring a stab of pain and a sob in the back of my throat. Truthfully, it made me so angry at myself! Why couldn’t I control my reactions and why did this whole thing cause me such emotional and physical pain? Then one day I read something that changed my anger into understanding.

“It hurts because it mattered.”

That was a turning point for me. Knowing that even though I would need to heal and even though I would need to move on, it hurt because it mattered. Sometimes it’s the simple things that the Holy Spirit uses to break through. Our El Roi sees us and meets us at the exact right time with the most perfect word. Praise Him!

Step Six: Let go of things that bring you pain.

Do you still have that necklace? How about that dress? Maybe those birthday/anniversary cards? Give them away, my friend. Dispose of those cards! If it has value, resell it – but you must release the things that bring you pain. Intentionally I kept a few things for my son, but I have those things packed away, out of sight.  The pictures are packed away also so that future generations will be able to have them.  I plan to create an online photo book so that I can store the book away and get rid of the photos. I am a genealogist so this is very important! 😊

Next, replace those things so that you aren’t left with a gaping hole. Take new photos, replace that dress, find a different necklace, and begin to build new memories that bring you grins – that leads to smiles – that lead to laughs – that leads to joy.

Psalm 28:7 says, “The Lord is my strength and shield. I trust in Him with all my heart. He helps me, and my heart is filled with joy. I burst out in songs of thanksgiving.” 

Four years later I am standing in the Worship Center of my church bursting with songs of thanksgiving for the healing He provided to me and the hope He restored.

I pray earnestly that if you are amid loss and debilitating pain that you will lift your eyes to the hills, seek the Abba Father, and find true Joy in Him.

Tammy A

If you do not have a church home or are not connected to the one you attend currently. I invite you to visit mine! Follow this link where you can watch live each Sunday or catch up with previous weeks!

Critical Steps for Surviving Divorce – Part 2

Step Three: Immerse yourself in Scriptures and in uplifting music.

I’m going to be straight with you because authenticity is vital. I had suicidal thoughts during the last months of my crumbling marriage. No one knew about them except Jesus. He saw what I was thinking and the plans I was formulating, and I will praise Him forever for intervening. After He led me to seek help from my doctor, I began to fully immerse myself in scriptures like never before. It was tempting to grasp at anything that would numb my pain whether it be secular music, stupid movies, scrolling for hours on social media, or seeking attention from anyone – anywhere. But I knew that Jesus was the only thing that could heal me. He was the only one that would take this dust and make something brand new.

I had lost all hope, but Jesus restored it. One of the outcomes of that grueling time was what is now my life verse, Psalm 121, “I lift my eyes to the hills, where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth.”

There is one thing I challenged myself with that calmed my agitated mind the first months of my separation – puzzles! My son and I put together no less than eight huge puzzles in that first two years. The act of focusing on finding the minute pieces was uber cathartic for me, perhaps it would be for you too? It’s difficult to believe that here we are in 2020 and puzzles are in crazy short supply! Wow!

Step Four: Talk to a licensed therapist and one or two close friends.

One never knows how many true friends one has until the bottom falls out of everything. Trying to discern who was just curious, who would be an unhealthy confidant, and who would be a healthy confidant was mind-boggling.  I didn’t want to burden those around me with the heaviness of what was happening, and I also didn’t want to create animosity towards others when I shared my story.

Have you known a person that figuratively walked around with a rain cloud over their heads soaking everyone close to them with their heartbreaking story? The person who chose to think, talk, eat, and sleep negativity? Did you eventually avoid that person any chance you got? I didn’t want to be that person! I imagine you don’t either. Seek help as soon as you are able.

A professional therapist is a safe place to talk through your trauma. It’s a place that you can rant and rail about the pain and get into the play by play of words and actions. A healthy-trusted confidant is another safe place to talk through areas of personal reflection but only if that confidant will advise you towards healthy habits, reactions, and thoughts. It’s entirely to easy to find people that will join the mob of hate and anger towards others; it’s a bit more difficult to find that friend that will pray with you and point your eyes towards Jesus for the answers. Proverbs 27:17 reminds us of the importance of these healthy friends, “Iron sharpens iron, and one man sharpens another.” Another encouraging verse is this one located in Ecclesiastes.

“Two are better than one, because they have a good reward for their toil. For if they fall, one will lift his fellow. But woe to him who is alone when he falls and has not another to lift him up!”

Ecclesiastes 4:9-12

Look for Part 3 coming soon.

Critical Steps for Surviving Divorce – Part 1

Step One: You are going to be okay.

Sniffling into the third (or sixth) tissue, I had the urge to toss a sarcastic response when my friend said with such earnest love.  “Tammy, listen to me.” She took a huge pause. “You are going to be okay.”

My mind rejected the words immediately. “Hmm.” I sniffled.

“One day you will look up and find that you made it. You are okay.” My friend reiterated.

That was four years ago, and I can finally say with 100 percent certainty, I am indeed okay. The road to okay was difficult and at times literally overwhelming. My friend lovingly handed me a rope that I didn’t know I would need! I am forever grateful to her for speaking wisdom and love during a time when my personal storm was so loud I couldn’t hear her. Wherever you are in your difficult situation, beginning-middle-end, I am virtually taking your face in my hands and putting my forehead on yours to tell you, “Beloved friend, you are going to be okay.”

Step Two: It’s okay to withdraw for a season.

Long before the day I walked out the door of my marriage devastated, I had distanced myself from most everything and everyone. My heart was bleeding, my emotions were all over the place, and I couldn’t make myself focus on anything except work and my son’s needs. Conversations about anything were exhausting and plastering on the “fake it till I make it smile” became way too comfortable. Over the course of the next 48 months, I leaned way into Jesus. I had proclaimed throughout my life that Jesus was all I needed, but the words of Psalm 16:5 “You, Lord, are all I have, and you give me all I need; my future is in your hands” became my reality.

This past year has been, for me, like a spring flower slowly opening its petals. I’m able to do simple things like keeping track of birthdays and attending baby showers again. Friend, it’s okay that you withdraw to heal for a season, but when God begins a new season, step into it with confidence and gratefulness to Him. Going from darkness to light hurts for just a few minutes until your eyes adjust. The same thing happens in our hearts. Feeling again hurts but we must move forward, not retreat.

Watch for part two coming soon!

My Top 10 Pet Peeves!

Everybody has them! Many people are culprits! Ugh, the universal issue of pet peeves. I really do work on my reactions to these violations of daily living and most of the time I keep it to a tepid simmer….but some days….. oof.

#10. Sympathy fishing on Social Media. If a person is truly having a difficult time, just spell it out or don’t post.

#9. Standing in the middle of the aisle! (or parking the shopping cart in the middle of the aisle). Most of us were annoyed in junior high and high school with aisle hogging but as an adult it causes serious Yosemite Sam moments.

#8. Failing to use a turn signal.

#7. The misuse of “me” and “I” when tagging photos. Fast tip…if you remove the other persons name and use me or I at the end, does it make sense? Example: “Archer and I at the park.” Would I say, “I, at the park.” Or “Me, at the park.”

#6. Not taking the door for the next person when it is held for you. Fifty people behind me, I hold the door for you – you take the door and hold it for the next person – that person takes it and holds it for the next and so on and so forth. People don’t ever intend to just stand there for 20 minutes letting everyone in! Think about it, friends!

#5. Slow ATM Users. Haven’t we all been using them now since the 70’s?

#4. Standing too close in lines – (Ohmygoodness! This is the ONE, and the only one, benefit of COVID restrictions!)

#3. Not putting shopping carts away.

#2. Missing the trash can with the paper towel and leaving it! Those that know…know.

#1. Sprinkling on the toilet seat. We get that you ladies have a phobia… but please!

God’s Crayon Box

Years and years ago, my now ex-husband and I were planning a vacation to Dallas then a drive down to Corpus Christi. Neither of us wanted to look like we had never seen a ray of sunshine, so we each purchased a tanning package at a local tanning salon to hopefully give us a kiss of a tan by the time we were to leave. About the same time, he came down with a sinus infection. The doctor prescribed him medication that advised to stay out of the sun.  We thought surely a tanning bed was a different type of exposure than the sun, so he used two visits of his package and proceeded to break out into hideous hives!

Instead of losing the money, the tanning salon allowed us to transfer the remainder to me. I ended up using all my package and pretty much all of us! By the time we were packed and ready to go, I bet you would think that I was a nice golden color and ready to model for a summer mag shoot! Yeah, no. Not even close. At the end of all those days of lying in that buzzing bed with the oscillating fan, wearing those funky little eye covers, I was still the most European shade of white you can see on me today.

Those eye shades, tho….

Apparently tanning beds, laying out on beach towels with baby oil slathered on, or hanging out at the pool for days on end was not going to miraculously change the color of my skin now matter what I decided to do.

What does the Word say?

According to God’s Word, Psalm 139 starting in verse 13, David says, “You (God) made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother’s womb. Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex! Your workmanship is marvelous – how well I know it. You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion, as I was woven together in the dark of the womb. You saw me before I was born. Every day of my life was recorded in your book. Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed.”

We are God’s workmanship.
(Elena Mozhvilo – Unsplash)

The hard-honest truth is that I was literally created to be white. I didn’t choose, I didn’t ask, I didn’t get to vote on my favorite shade in God’s crayon box. I just…. am. The same is true for three precious families that are close to me who have such beautiful brown skinned children. Each of these children have the most amazing shades of brown skin! They look stunning in so many of the colors of clothing that I could never wear with my skin tone. They can lay out in the sun for hours and become an even more glorious shade of brown. Our creator created their unique skin tones and I see them with amazement and appreciation.

BTW – My favorite color in the crayon box is Periwinkle.
(Jeff Siepman – Unsplash)

I have another friend that has an exquisite color of olive skin. No matter what time of day or night I see her, she looks like she is glowing with health and vitality. She looks so good in colors that just don’t pop the same on me or even on some of my friends with brown skin.  I’ve also noticed that this skin tone seems to not require any makeup (or very minimal) to look crisp and alive unlike mine. Seriously, when I don’t wear makeup, I am asked all day long if I am sick. Ugh.

We are precious in His sight.

White, brown, olive, black, pink, we are all beautiful colors in God’s crayon box of life. To say that God doesn’t see in colors is just depressing. God loves color! (remember the children’s song, red and yellow, black and white, we are precious in His sight). He created so many shades of skin because He loves His beautiful creation. The rainbows, the birds, the flowers, the fall leaves, the ocean creatures, the mountains and valleys, and certainly the people, all display the vast color palette of the Holy and Living God.

Breathtaking and awe-striking colors!
(Riccardo Chiarini-Unsplash)

I can’t change my skin tone. Furthermore, I don’t really want to anymore. Yes, I finally gave up on that tan idea. 😊 You can’t change your skin tone either. Nor can anyone else. Only God has the ability to pull that other crayon out of His crayon box. What if we focused on changing something that could actually be changed? What if we looked at each other as beautiful, unique, perfectly formed in God’s design…in the secret place? What if we looked at one another and believed with our entire soul that what David said is true, God’s workmanship is marvelous! I believe we could make a significant change in the culture around us which in turn could change the culture of our state and then of our nation. That’s not too lofty of a goal! In the words of an OG camp song, “It only takes a spark to get a fire going…”

“Jesus loves the little children of the world.”
(Charlein Gracia – Unsplash)

One more important thing…

This morning my pastor, Dr. Alex Himaya, spoke about this topic and I invite you to listen to the service/message by clicking the link here. He gave a challenging message with truth and light in an era of division and darkness.

Archer the “Rotten”weiler

Archer showing his teefers.

The “getting to know you” stage.

When my son first mentioned that he really wanted to have a Rottweiler, I was not a fan. I had heard all the usual dangerous descriptions that are also associated with Pitt Bulls. I had heard that Rottweilers were unpredictable, vicious, and aloof. We have children and babies within our family and friends so a mean type of dog was not one that I wanted to bring into our home.

However, I wanted to be educated on facts before I gave a final answer one way or the other. I researched the breed, I watched an unbelievable amount of videos, and I snooped around on several breed specific websites. Want to know what I learned? Rottweilers are big derps. lol

Archer showing his teefers.

To be completely honest, the first Rottie we met ended up not being the right one for us. Ruger had been treated poorly by men and didn’t react well around my son. Surprisingly, he was not overly friendly to me either. Feeling very sad about the abuse that poor dog had received but knowing that we would not be the best place to rehabilitate him was difficult. It was several weeks later when we were contacted about Archer.

Pet Angels Rescue

Archer had been pulled out of a animal shelter by Pet Angels Rescue in Oklahoma City. He had contracted kennel cough while he was at the animal shelter and was finally healed enough to find his new furever home. The staff at Pet Angels knew that we were looking for a Rottie and called us to come and meet him. Truthfully, we were a smidge hopeful with a dash of pessimism. That changed within one minute of meeting Archer. He was adorable, loving, obedient, and amazing! He was supposed to be my son’s dog and it was so sweet how quickly Archer took to him. Yes, even though Archer loves me too, he adores my son much more.

On the way to Archer's furever home!
Social media on the way home!

Total buds from the start.

The bestest buds



He is ours and we are his.

The last eight months has been a time of getting to know each other. We learned that Archer had been trained on everything by his previous owners. He has a vocabulary of approximately 20ish words and he greets men and women strangers with positive expectation instead of fear. He is ready to get all the love from his new friends. I’ve had almost 7 foot men to barely 5 foot women as well as a squealing toddler here with him and he is gentle and fascinated with everyone. Sadly, we discovered after a week of having him that he has mild hip displasia. But, this means that we are the perfect furever home for him because we are a pretty chill household. (no, not lazy…. just chill) haha

He gets along great with other dogs also which is a tremendous relief to me! If he wanted to be the big dog at daycare, I would be mortified. ; ) Bouse Fur House assures me that he is a big goofball who demands laps to sit in while he is there. I’m a proud mommy.

Final Thoughts

Since Archer become part of our family, I joined two Facebook communities. It’s fun learning even more about this breed which goes against ALL the steriotypes I had mistakenly listened to over the years. This breed is large which means they need training immediately. This breed is smart which means their people need to stay two steps ahead of them to keep them out of harm. What I mean by that is… they can counter surf, they can problem solve, they can calculate risks and rewards – hence the title Rottenweiler. Finally, this breed is loyal, loving, and so much fun. I went from being overly nervous of having this breed of dog in our home to being head over heels in love and missing him when I’m at work.

If you have questions about Archer or want to know more about the groups I subscribe to on Facebook, please comment below and I will share what I’ve learned. I would also love to hear about YOUR furbaby(s) whether they are Rottenweiler’s like Archer, another breed of dog or other pets!

Tongues out Tuesday for Archer
100% derp and love bear.



Intended for His Glory

Bible Study

Have you ever been inspired to do something that was scary and outside your box of comfort? Perhaps you’ve said yes to that inspiration and then as the days went along, in the nitty gritty of finding your footing, a slight shift in the original idea took place?

This happened to me recently. I was inspired to start a blog that would be a place of encouragement and community. A place where others could visit to find a helpful tip, discover a place to travel, or put a smile on their face. Then I got into the weeds of the thing! The details of the how and the what, the figuring out of the technicalities, and then rubbing my temples at the mistakes and redo’s that inevitably happen the first month or so of a new venture.

The drive of my heart has always been to create and restore peace. Totally tall order for this big ole world, but one that is knit into the very fabric of my being. (I’m an Enneagram 9 if you are into that stuff!) So, quickly, I found myself stressed and over my head with the minutia. Has this happened to you?

Here is a really cool graphic from “madewholecollective” about the “9”, and if you are interested, we can do some blog posts about the Enneagram numbers in the future!

But then, this morning I was reading Romans 11 and Paul’s words jumped out at me as if they had become 3-D! “For everything comes from Him and exists by His power and is intended for His glory. All glory to Him forever! Amen.” I felt a strong nudge in my heart that I had derailed a bit from the original inspiration. At first, I tried to counter with “but….” however, I shut that down quick and agreed that I had become more consumed with getting content on the site that readers would like than getting content that would be impactful.

All day I pondered on this revelation and asked what would be HIS best for this blog going forward. Consequently, once a week – Lord willing and the creek don’t rise – we will share practical application devotions that come out of the scripture. We will be able to share what God is doing to use it in our lives and for His intended glory. I am confident that His Word will go out to you and it will not return to Him void.  He promised it would be so! 😊

With all my heart I encourage you to seek God and ask Him what areas of your life were meant to give Him glory. The areas you have been tempted to make about anything except Him. Is it your career, your family, your education, your friends? All these areas are meant to provide an avenue to share Christ and bring your own special kind of life.

Maybe you’re asking what’s wrong with fun/simple blog posts about everyday things? Not one thing! My gentle nudge was about the lack of a spot for Him. Much like setting a place at the table for a loved one that you are expecting to show up! My desire is that there is a place set each week for Him to show up and speak to us – you and me!

Please leave a comment in the section below sharing ways that you have been encouraged to modify something in your life that He intended for His glory. Until next time….

What’s with all the coffee?

Dr Pepper is my go-to drink choice over coffee any time!

Blogging = Coffee. At least that is what I notice first when I visit blogging sites. There it is, soft morning light, open laptop, possibly a pen and paper, and then yep…. right there, coffee.

Classic Blog Pic

You might be a coffee drinker. You might even be a coffee aficionado, but I can’t stand the stuff! I might be one of the very few people on the face of the earth that feels that way but I’m sorry, not sorry. 😊

I’ve long wondered why someone would choose to drink something so incredibly bitter, however I can understand that some palates prefer bitter. That said, I am amazed at the number of people that load “stuff” into their coffee to make it less bitter, essentially making it more like a dessert. Why not just get a dessert?? To each their own and I support all my unique friends who like all the frou-frou coffee drinks.  I promise, I don’t love you any less.

Coffee Mug

What is my go-to drink?

If you don’t know me, you may be asking. If you do know me, you are yelling at the computer right now. lol

Dr Pepper

Dr Pepper is my jam. It’s my elixir of life every morning! (sad FYI fact: Disney World and Disney Land do not carry Dr Pepper.  They believe that Mr Pibb (Coca-Cola) is an acceptable trade off. It is not, Disney. Smh)

Wouldn’t you like to be a Pepper too?

Featured is a tin sign from the Dr. Pepper Soda Company with a gorgeous woman on it.  The sign says Dr. Pepper will give you “Vim, Vigor, Vitality” and the drink is “Free From Caffeine”.   This sign is very early and hard to find.  Circa 1895.

I was introduced to Dr Pepper by my grandmother way back when I was about seven. She kept ordering me Root Beer to drink when we would go out, but one time she caved to my begging to try HER drink.

The clouds parted. Heavenly music began playing.

Rainbows appeared all around me.

Actually, no, I just completely fell in love with the flavor of Dr Pepper. It hit me in the feels, and I’ve been feelin’ it ever since. Also, no, it does NOT contain prune juice. It never has. 😊

Forrest is chugging a Dr Pepper! From the movie Forrest Gump

The Dr Pepper Snapple Group has the following information: a young pharmacist, named Charles Alderton, in Waco, Texas invented the drink in 1885, making it the oldest major soft drink in the United States! It originated at Morrison’s Old Corner Drug Store where the first Dr Pepper fans asked for a “Waco”; it was later named Dr Pepper.

Follow this link for a fun look at the historical timeline and advertising logo changes over the centuries!


I like my Dr Pepper from a can or fountain with lots of ice.  I’ve met fellow Dr Pepper lovers that prefer it out of a bottle. I don’t really care how my beloved tribe likes to drink theirs if they are enjoying it as much as I enjoy mine.

In honor of this first blog post dedicated to the oldest amazing delicious soft drink in the USofA, I will have fun taking new photos for my blog and social media pages that show not one drop of coffee anywhere near. (unless I’m having a guest who likes to drink coffee then I may show a tiny corner of their mug out of love for them. Lol)

Dr. Pepper is a better choice for me than coffee! BTW, love that West sun!
Gotta go get some pebble ice! BRB.

Tell me, what is your favorite waking up, writing, relaxing, cooling off beverage? Let me know in the comments below!