Lauren Osborne Blaschke writes about life, her kids, her husband, and her love for the Lord. She hates coffee, but loves sweet tea. Most days she would rather be outside than in. For eight years, she was a single mom to Wes ("the mess"). In 2018, she married Byron, whom she lovingly refers to as "B" in her writing and now has two fantastic additional kids, Ethan and Layla. Her three kids and husband keep her busy and she loves it.
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I Got Fake Eye Lashes
I recently found myself in the hands of a spa gift card.
This does not happen often so I relish these particular occasions. I chose something
different this time, over the normal, adored pedicure.
I bravely took on the application of synthetic eye apparel,
more commonly known as false eye lashes.
I met with the man at the counter, he asked me a few questions, then he took me back to this little room where peaceful spa music
was playing. He told me to lie down on the soft bed, covered me up with a
little blanket and then told me to close my eyes. Seriously? Like, an actual slice
of time for me to relax and listen to calming music? This is already worth the whole gift card I’m
about to fork over.
About an hour later, he
AND LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING.
I opened my eyes and BAM! Like, SHAZAM!
I was a whole, new woman. BRAND NEW WOMAN. Heeeeelllllooooooo Hollywood! Y’all can’t even understand
this. It was like a miracle, probably up there with the Red Sea or the
water/wine episode. I don't want to brag or anything but I looked exactly like Tammy Faye in those things. It was like the greatest display of eye affection in the whole world.
These things are the BEST things to have ever happened to
me. As my friend, Shelly says, “Girl, they change your whole face.” I
took this as a compliment.
Every time I look in the mirror to wash my hands or brush my
hair, I find myself fluttering my eyes a little bit…AT MYSELF. That is weird. A
lot weird really… but unfortunately, not weird enough to make me stop. They are
so dang dramatic and emphatic and charismatic. I kind of can’t stop.Just waking up in the morning, these things make you
look like a million bucks.
These were probably made in the Garden of Eden. Eve
had lashes. This is why Adam fell in love with her.
I think I have gone a little out of my mind over this.
To the woman in New York on the fence about abortion,
The conservatives in the nation are in an uproar about the
decision your state made this week. They have decided to give you the option to
“choose” to abort your child for yet a longer percent of your term.
This isn’t new.
In the Old Testament, women were sacrificing their babies by
throwing them into rivers in order to appease the gods.
Today, women sacrifice their babies in honor of women’s
It was happening thousands of years ago and it is still
happening today. It won’t be rendered right until the Lord comes back.
So here is what I’d like to tell you today. For this moment, don’t
worry about the New York legislation or about the rights you have to choose
from. I just want to sit with you right now in your living room as the tiny baby forms
I know exactly how you feel today.
As a single, 27-year-old young professional, I read the same
home pregnancy test you probably recently took.
I too, fe…
As a child, each evening my dad would come into my room, prop
up next to my bed to talk with me for a few minutes before telling me
goodnight. The conversations would vary, but the ending was always the same. Before getting up he would say, “If I lined up
all the little girls in the whole wide world, I would pick you to be my
daughter.” I loved hearing that as a little girl, so I would smile, give him a
big hug and kiss and drift off to sleep. Every night was consistent. I never
tired of hearing those words. As I grew older and no longer needed my parents
to tuck me in, that sweet phrase would still come out every now and then. Even
if I acted too cool to hear it, inside it affected me.
I finished college at Texas ATM University and received my
first job teaching Kindergarten in the Dallas/Fort Worth area. I moved in to my
own apartment and began to get acquainted with my new city and new home. Though no one was tucking me in at bedtime,
with out fail I received flowers twice a year…
We had our first fight. Over kids.
The decibel of my voice raised. His was calmer.
I was a bit irrational. He stayed fairly reasonable.
We hassled through things for about an hour, without any
solutions rising to the top. It got late. Both of us were tired. And both still
Then I remembered that wise advice so many women gave me
before getting married, “Don’t let the sun go down on your anger.”
I looked at B and I thought about that worthy phrase…
Then I pushed it out of my mind, crawled into our comfy bed
and went to sleep.
Yep. The sun went
On our wrath.
So much for wise advice around our house. We were taking
this newly married thing by storm.
The next day, he called from work. I was calmer. I’d had
time to pray and think and process. I’d had time to sort through the night before's struggle. I thought through all the things I knew
were true about him and what I really believed was in his heart.
We talked. We apologized. We united. When he got ho…