Monthly Archives: March 2016

About My Dad

It’s 12:45am on March 21st, and I am in absolute shock. My daddy—my rock for my 38 years on this planet—is gone from this earth. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to say. But I need to say something. Truth be told, this is the only time I could ever share this much about him without him disowning me. If social media has made its way up to heaven, I’m in big trouble.

To My Daddy—

Thank you for being my father, my friend, and my kids’ Poppy.

Thank you for teaching me how to love—hard and unconditionally.

Thank you for teaching me how to work my ass off, own up to my mistakes, and dream big.

Thank you for teaching me the importance of a firm handshake.

Thank you for showing me compassion and instilling in me the importance of showing compassion toward others.

Thank you for telling me you loved me. My entire life. At 8, 18, 28, 38…those words, put together, coming out of your mouth, meant more to me than you will ever know.

Thank you for teaching me how to make a damn good list. #OCD

Thank you for sneaking me ice when the doctors said I couldn’t have any after 34 hours of labor.

Thank you for constantly doing for others, and not expecting a single thing in return. I’ve never seen someone so uncomfortable on the receiving end of appreciation.

Thank you for loving animals—alot of animals—like, a ridiculous amount of animals.

Thank you for being the softest giant to ever walk this planet.

Thank you for being an ornery SOB. I like to think—even as a woman—I’m following in your footsteps everyday in that regard.

I pray that I will make you proud in the days and years to come.

I love you.

Emily

I have received countless calls and messages in the short time since my father passed away, and you know what’s cool? I’ve heard them all before. What people have said about my dad in death are the same things they said when he was alive. In my estimation, that means you’ve lived a damn good life.

If you had the pleasure of knowing Don Jones, you know exactly what I’m talking about.

Well done, Poppa. I am so proud to be your daughter.

Poppy & Hattie

Poppy, DeDe & Henry

1995

Selling, Cussing & Protein Balls

So my reason for starting a blog is two-fold—I’ve always thought it was important for our brand (Posh Play) to have a voice, and talking is one of my strong suits (attempted humor). But perhaps more importantly, this is an effort to avoid asking my doctor to prescribe me Xanex. I’m kidding…kind of. The last couple of nights I have laid in bed—in the wee hours of the morning—tossing and turning…and writing this blog in my head.

I know, I’m weird. I have been blessed (insert sarcasm) with the awesome combo of severe ADHD (self diagnosed) and OCD (totally obvious), so I have a hard time sitting still. And my mind has a hard time resting. There are a lot of random thoughts and conversations going on in this little head of mine, so in an effort to clear the air up there, here goes.

Who am I? That’s a loaded question. My husband says I try to be too many things, and he’s probably right. But here’s the deal—I want to make the most of my time and opportunities. My career in television has taught me how important that is. So right now, my plate is really full, but that’s cool. I like it that way.

Here’s a little conversation I’ve had with myself—and a few of my close friends—lately, about selling. Now let’s be real, I sell a lot of stuff, and I get made fun of a lot for it. But here’s the deal, we’re all selling something. If it’s not a product or a service, you’re selling yourself and how you want people to perceive you, by the links you share, the pictures you post, or the comments you “like”. All of those things are your sales pitch to the people who “follow” you.

I’m sure people get tired of my Posh Play/iSantaCam/Core Elements/Do It For Durrett/Rodan+Fields posts on social media…I get it. But you know what? I’m not exactly all in on what you ate for breakfast, lunch and dinner or what you thought of the presidential debate (gag), but if I follow you, it’s because I’m interested in you—not everything you’re interested in, but you. All I have to do is scroll on by. It’s that simple.

With that being said, I truly believe in all the things I’m selling, including myself (can’t believe I just typed that…super cheesy, but oh well). I am such an s-show sometimes, but I’m ok with that, because I’m an s-show who has good intentions and tries really hard. That doesn’t always translate to the best result, but all I can do is keep trying.

Totally random revelation—and it won’t be a revelation to anyone who knows me personally. I say things at times that would make a sailor blush. Not on TV and not in front of my kids, but pretty much everywhere else. I wish I could blame it on spending years in locker rooms and clubhouses, but this one is absolutely on me (although that probably didn’t help ;).

In another one of those late night conversations to myself, I was questioning why I cuss, probably because I feel guilty about it. And this is what I came up with—it’s never (ok, hardly ever) mean, it’s just expressive. I just feel like my point is so much more clear when I can throw in a well-timed f-bomb! Clearly I’m not proud of this little character trait or I would’ve actually typed the word out 😉

So basically when I was writing this entry in my head a couple of nights ago, that was pretty much it. But then I thought to myself—maybe I should throw in a recipe. Seriously, I thought that. What’s wrong with me??? Who writes a blog with the most random thoughts and then throws in a recipe for protein balls at the end?

Me.

No clue how the next entry will go or if there will even be one, but if you’ve made it this far, bless you. I hope you enjoy your balls.

SUPER EASY PROTEIN BALLS

1/2 jar of almond butter
1/3 cup of steel cut oats
1/3 cup of honey
1/3 cup of chocolate chips
*Combine all ingredients together in a bowl
*Roll into balls (hence the name Super Easy Protein Balls)
*Refrigerate

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