The Ever Evolving Sort of Hope

“Feeling gratitude and not expressing it is like wrapping a present and not giving it.”
― William Arthur Ward

imagine my surprise!

Imagine my surprise when I finally had a moment to log on to my treasured blog and discover that I’ve not only reached 100 followers but have also been given the gift of 2 very lovely blog awards by 2 wonderful fellow bloggers!!!


The Leibster Award  from Anita’s Blog ~ Noted In Nashville –

Anita shares her music and makes me hungry when she shares her favorite foods. She is a singer and songwriter and also loves food ( did I mention that food part? 😀 )

and from another woman I read every chance I get,~ RARASAUR  came the ” Very Inspiring Blogger Award”  which she gave me for ” inspiring and encouraging the unexpected”  ( Which made me cry). This woman oozes writing talent and humor. I am honored beyond words. She is who I aspire my writing to be when my writing grows up.

When I get a whole uninterrupted minute and finish my chores, I plan on responding properly to these wonderful nominations. Thank you ladies for making this small town girl feel pretty darn big.

I only started blogging to hopefully raise some awareness about this thing called RSD. To maybe ease some of the pain of this dreadful disease and also to not feel quite as isolated. Getting 100 followers was something I never really thought about. I didn’t know if people would “get me” or understand my peculiar sense of humor. I didn’t think people would like to look at “one more photo that Hope posted”.  But you’ve all proved me wrong.

Who knows, maybe you don’t look at all the pics.. wait, we’ve had this conversation, haven’t we?~ “the sort of hope who knows you’re visual”

Anyway, I thank you for stopping by, for whatever reason.

And I thank you for continuing to inspire ME to go on.

“Unexpected” ~ that’s one word that has never been used when describing me before.

Guess that’s the ever evolving part. 😀 the musing of a frustrated, modern day, red headed housewife , ever evolving mamarazzi of two teen athletes.



The Awarded Sort of Hope

Thomas Wigington,,  has nominated me for the Beautiful Blogger Award. I am honored for the nomination and I accept. Thank you,  Mr Wigington poet, essayist, fellow blogger for this generous nomination. Please take a moment to check out his site!

The rules for this award are:

  1. Thank the person who nominated you
  2. Post the award image to your page
  3. Tell seven things about yourself
  4. Nominate up to 15 other bloggers and let them know

Imagine my surprise at seeing this nomination in my email! Heck, I’ve only been blogging for less than 2 months. Wow, has it been 2 months already? Time really flies when you’re doing laundry. I am very grateful to Mr Wigington for reading my blog, (clarification, I’m grateful to *anyone* who reads my blog!) let alone nominating me for this lovely Beautiful Blogger award.

The ‘Share Seven Things about Yourself” reminds me of the “16 things about you” that went around back in the beginning of my days on Facebook.  It always gives me pause. I can’t help but wonder what 7 things about me other people would actually find interesting, “normal”,  ‘you can write about them publicly’ things. I mean, everyone has quirky interesting things, right? But PG13 ?

1)When I was a little girl, I wanted to be President. Not first lady, I didn’t want to assist anyone. I wanted to run the world. And if I couldn’t run it, I wanted to save it. My mother has always told me that from the time I was about 3, I thought I could save the world. Over the course of my life I have tried to save so very many things. Causes, people, expired relationships, animals, old clothing, struggling businesses… you name it. I’ll try to save it. There has to be some sort of disorder name for this. And I don’t mean in the hoarder sort of way , I mean in the “rescue it” sort of way. I spent a rather grueling  heat wave week once trying to get a kitten to trust me enough to come out of some arbovitae trees and allow me to care for it. I moved a few feet/ inches closer to her every day, every hour. I even slept outside next to those trees, fearing that some mean creature of the night would eat it. I succeeded in my efforts and was ultimately left with a kitten that I couldn’t take in , as my son is allergic. Called all the local shelters and no one would take her as there was apparently some heat wave rush of feral cats, so I convinced my parents to drive the kitten to Maine to live with my brother. Yes, I am that bad.

2)Much to the dismay of my family, I celebrate everything. EVERYTHING. Got an A on a test?  Let’s celebrate! Great season? Celebrate. Successful treatment for me? Let’s celebrate. I believe that birthdays should be celebrated for at the very least a week. Minimum. I decorate our entire house for the Birthday-ee’s occasion. Balloons, signs, streamers, the person gets to pick a menu for a week with all of their favorites. With so much bad in the world, why not find as much joy as you can in the simple things, right? Last night we celebrated the end of Natalia’s first HS Cheer season and Nick’s Showcase Season.. and some other stuff I’m not at liberty to talk about yet. Kids in general should be celebrated. They are such a privilege and a joy.

3)In my life I have seen people very close to me overcome some of life’s greatest challenges. My big sister, my parents’, my best friend, my husband’s best friend, scores of RSD pals, each of whom have been dealt some of the worst of what life has to offer and have somehow held out with amazing grace , heads held high and have gone on to inspire myself and countless others. These people are heroes ( heroines) to me. Not the NFL/NBA or actors & actress who get paid millions of dollars to do what they do. I’m talking real life people living life struggles and living large living hard. I wish we glorified that more for our children. *Values*

4)Nicholas Michael and Natalia Marie are by far the greatest accomplishments of my life. Yet they continue to be works in progress. I pray every day I get to continue to see them grow up. I am so thankful that I have made it this far. So thankful that they have turned out as good as they have. Having a parent with a chronic condition is sooo difficult for children. They could’ve gone to the complete opposite end of the scale. Somehow, I got lucky and they didn’t. They are over achievers, honor students, good friends, amazing athletes, and more importantly good people and wonderful children. Yet sadly, growing up far too quickly.

5) Our universe baffles me. Though I , too, was an honor student,  space baffles me.  I am over 40 and I still cannot understand how we can see stars that are no longer there. Do not try to explain it to me, I will never ‘get it’.

6) In case you’ve missed it, I’m a redhead. I’ve always been a redhead. If it hasn’t been one shade of red, it’s been another.  Of course, I have a little more help now. My daughter was born with the most gorgeous shade of red hair and I was completely jealous. I have recently decided that it is no longer worth trying to make my red hair look natural , so it is currently the brightest most vibrant shade we can make it.  Why not, right?  I’ve threatened to go brunette, but my family says that they’d never be able to find me anywhere. One time at a gymnastic competition, my daughter shouted to me ” What’s that mom ? I can’t hear you over your hair!”~ well, you get the idea… 

7) Six degrees of separation was something I never heard of until Facebook. Yet Six degrees of separation affects my life almost daily. Almost always in a good way, thankfully.  It is also mainly responsible for my blogging experience. I am blogging because of a man I will call Joe. I didn’t know Joe, but my husband did. Joe is another kind of American hero, Mr Joe is a teacher. He encouraged me to try my hand ( or keyboard) at blogging. Stubborn gal that I am, it took me a year, but I eventually listened.  I tried to thank Mr Joe  but he was too humble to be thanked.  I just want him to know how much I appreciate him.

And I appreciate you, too. You being anyone who takes the time to read what I write, or look at the photos I post. ~ There! I didn’t even get into my addiction to scarves, my weird food habits, the fact that I am left handed but do almost everything with both, my bizarre little ‘envy’, my shoe collection, my penchant for taking pictures of anything and everything, my daily need for cappuccinos,  or all those other bizarre Hope facts!  However,  I really am thankful Mr Wigington!

I hate when I prematurely blog..

In my original entry, I forgot to write that the reason I have selected these folks is because their work moves me. They have all taken me to places I have never been. Probably will never get to see. Be it through their writing or their art or their photography. They are all artists. They enrich my life and make getting out of bed every morning just a little bit less painful each in their own unique way.

I had trouble linking one of my favorites on my first go round. I’m going to try again.

My nominees for the Beautiful Blogger Award are: ~


Welcome to All Sorts of Hope

Wow. This is an awful lot more difficult than I expected it to be. “Blog”  they said.  How hard could it be? All the cool kids were doing it … or so it seemed.


I don’t even know if you’ll see this. Or what it will look like once you finally do. It is my hope with this blog to eventually move away from FB and find a nice quiet place to share my thoughts, my journey, my photos, my stories. Join me. Because I’m sure I’ll miss you.

I’ll eventually get to the background of who I am and why I’m here ( on this blog, not this earth, because I still have no idea why that is.) but I just want to make certain I’m getting this all where it belongs first. Oh, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Hope~Thus the ‘all sorts of Hope’.  I’m going to give you all sorts of me. The good, the bad, the happy and the sad. The fun, the grumpy, the healthy and sadly , the sick. I’ll give you my time and my talent and, naturally, all sorts of my hope(s).

Feel free to post all your tacky little Hope jokes too, I’ve heard them all and rarely are they punny. I’m sure my mother didn’t realize when she named me that she gave men the opportunity at some of the *worst* pick up lines ever.

On another note, I do , however love a good hope quote- those you are more than welcome to share. I’ll share ’em too.

In the mean time… here’s a little known “hope” fact..  I borrowed it from Wikipedia. and you know if it’s on wiki, it must be true. 😉

Hope can first be seen in ancient Greek mythology with the story of Zeus and Prometheus. Prometheus stole fire from the god Zeus, which infuriated the supreme god. In turn, Zeus created a box that contained all manners of evil, unbeknownst to the receiver of the box. Pandora opened the box after being warned not to, and those evils were released into the world; hope, which lay at the bottom of the box, remained. This is the beginning of the tale of hope.

And so it is….your beginning to the tale of Hope

allsortsofhope is now on Facebook! If you could like me here, than you could like me there, too!  ~ heck, you could like me anywhere! ( Dr Suess fans? )

All Sorts of Hope

thank you to my very talented friend Kevin Brett of Soul Imagery for this terrific shot of me!

Soul Imagery Shoot


Beautiful Blogger Award ~ By Mr Thomas Wigington

Beautiful Blogger Award ~ By Mr Thomas Wigington