Misty
Misty and her husband of 7 years live in Gonzales, LA with their 2 energetic and amazing children, Jax-7 and Elliot-4. She is native to Alexandria, LA and moved to the Baton Rouge area in 2005, where she now works for a large electrical contracting group. Her son Jax was diagnosed with Cystic Fibrosis at 8 days old and Misty has made it her mission to fund raise and educate as many people as she can about CF. Misty and her family love to find local (and non-local) adventures on the weekends and playing board games together. She is an avid reader, make-up buyer, and coffee-drinker. She can be found on the sofa binge watching The Office on Netflix and on Instagram at @MISTYROUSSA.
Adjusting Your Self Care
When you think of self care, what do you think about? Napping? Taking a walk? Going to Target all by yourself? A girls trip? Self care, like people, comes in all shapes and sizes....
Being Busy is Not a Badge of Honor
There is nothing that can drain us all like the daily grind can. Sometimes (most of the time) it can feel like Groundhog’s Day. Same routines, same people, different day. Sometimes it can feel...
Saying YES More
I am an introvert. More specifically, I am an introvert who shuns most human interaction that does not come in the form of my children, husband or a drive-thru barista. People are just not...
Dear Mama, Please Stop Videoing While Driving
Dear Mama with the Phone,
I know that your phone is important to you. Mine is important to me as well. Your kids are cute, they say cute things and do cute dances while you...
Why Are We So Afraid?
Do you ever stop and think about how much fear controls us? Fear has consumed most of my life from as far back as I can remember. From childhood to motherhood, I have been...
Middle-Aged Mama
I am getting older, as we all are. It happens. Next year I will be out of my thirties and in a new decade of age. I would like to say that I am...
You Will Never See My Marriage On Facebook
There is no doubt about it :: this is the age of social media.
As a matter of fact, I am sure you found this post through a link that was posted on Facebook. While...
Obsessed With True Crime
Maybe it’s the psychology or the questions of “why” or maybe it’s the mystery of true crime, but let me tell you … I AM ADDICTED TO IT.
Obsessed With True Crime
Years ago when I...
The Mess Inside My Head
I think that if you were to take a peek inside of my head, you would see something that would much resemble Target after Black Friday: everything everywhere, in desperate need of organizing, and...
The Man-Child
My husband might be many things … the breadwinner, the backbone, the one who leaves the seat up, the one who never has a clean car, the best listener. I can assure you, though,...
Days With My Dad
42 days.
That’s how long we had with my dad after his diagnosis. 42 days to cram in every word we wanted him to hear and everything we wanted him to know.
My dad was a...
365 Days of Reflection
365 Days of Reflection
“Are you back in your house?”
I must get asked that at least once a day. It’s a common question in this area to ask and to be asked. “How much water...