Three Sisters.


Oh my lovely sisters.

I have two older sisters with whom I have an…interesting relationship.

Meredith is 5 years older, Lacy is 4. They were both born in May so they really are just one year apart. They had each other to play with, to fight with, to not share toys with. Then I came along. I have never asked how they felt about having a little sister, I doubt they would even know the answer now.

They were always in a different phase of life than I was. I was playing with toys while they did homework. I became a teenager as they were getting ready to leave those years behind them. They got married while I was in high school. They were having children while I should have been in college, but was instead trying to figure things out.

I am so proud of them though. When anyone asks me about them, I can brag a little bit. They went to Europe. After they got married, one moved to Las Vegas, the other to Oregon. They are phenomenal mothers. One works at K-State doing..Engineer-y stuff. She tries to explain it but I honestly have no idea. All I know is that she is awesome. They both have amazing lives and are kind, warm, loving, and funny women. It’s an honor to know them.

I have so many memories. Some good and some bad, just like most siblings.

I remember Meredith trying to teach me how to ride a bike.


Lacy letting me drive the car.

I was with Lacy when I discovered I needed glasses.


Meredith’s Wedding!

I had my first “cruise” through town with Lacy and her friend who took pity on me.

Meredith cutting my hair the night before my high school graduation.


I also remember getting so mad at Lacy that I threw a pencil at her. Apparently she might still have lead in her hand?

I also remember spying with my best friend on Meredith and my now brother-in-law Jarod on the front porch. Jarod has been in our lives since I was… 11 or 12? Maybe? It feels like he has just always been there.


10 years later!

All three of us were good kids. We didn’t really drink, or party. No drugs, no sex, no rock and roll. I didn’t really have any of their mistakes to learn from. If anything, I did things different because I got so tired of being compared to them. Secretly, I REALLY wanted to be them. If I could go back, I would learn from MY mistakes, not theirs. I spent so much time trying to not be them in other’s eyes, that I chewed on my nose just to spite my face.

I went through high school alone while they were in college together. It was rather like being an only child. I went down a different path than they did. I got sick during high school. I went through a nasty depression and was probably very difficult to get along with. I was more independent. After I dropped out of college, I lived alone. I worked full-time and had random jobs. I tried so many different things. I tried to find myself. Let’s face it, I’m still trying to do that.

They are each others best friend. They did sports together, went to college together, found God together, got married together, had children together. I had to stand on the sidelines and just watch. It was hard. It still is.

I feel like the problem with being the youngest is that’s what you will always be, the baby. I wonder if they will always see me as their little sister instead of an equal, as a woman, a wife, someday a mom. All I want is to be a member of their club, and I keep thinking that someday it will happen. At first I thought it would happen after I got married. I would have that ‘wife’ status and things would change. It hasn’t happened yet. I don’t even know if it will be different after we kids. Maybe it’s too late. Or maybe, there will be a day that everything will change.

We will always kill it at Catch Phrase though.

Even though there may be times I don’t like them very much, it will never change my core feelings. I will defend them, protect them, cheer for them, cry for them, hope for them. We will never betray each other. We will always have each other’s backs.

We are sisters.


We have the same blood running through our veins.


We will always be with each other, no matter where we are in life.


Sometimes we will argue and not agree on things.


I will always love them, with every fiber of my being.

We are three sisters.
Three sisters are we.
I love each of you,
And I know you love me.

We’re not always together.
Life sometimes keeps us apart,
But we’re never separated.
We’re in each other’s heart.

Now I know we’ve had our troubles,
But we always get through.
The real message is you love me,
And I also love you.

We have had lots of good times
That we’ll never forget.
Sometimes we worry
And sometimes we fret.

But if God ever gave me
Something special, you see,
It might have been the blessing of
Three sisters are we.

The Lord above has given me lots
Of happiness and glee,
But the most special thing he did was
Make us sisters, all three.

-Francis I. Gillespie


They are the greatest gift I have ever received.

♥ With love, Alison

Gilmore Girls. (Spoilers)

If you have not watched the Gilmore Girls Revival yet, DO NOT read this.

There will be many, many spoilers.

I am just letting you know this now.

Do not blame me if you read something you don’t want to know…


This is your chance.

You can still turn back.

There will be cussing.

Just wanted to give you a warning.



You’re in this now.

I don’t even know where to start.

I have been so excited for the revival ever since I heard that there was a slight possibility it might happen.

People keep asking me if it was everything I hoped it would be.

The answer is yes…and no.

I suffered all day at work just waiting until 5 so I could go home and watch some GG!

I ordered some Chinese food. I was also going to order some pizza, you know, watch this thing Gilmore Girls style. I did not end up getting the pizza. My stomach is only so big.


Four separate episodes.

Different feelings for all of them.

I am probably going to be hopping all over the place so please stick with me.

I did not like Winter. Nope. Not at all.

I actually had to stop in the middle of it.

A friend popped over and since it was Black Friday, we popped out for some 50% off at Hobby Lobby.

I came back home, and started it again.

I pretty much suffered through the first episode.

The acting was too cheesy, the make-up to thick, a boy-friend no one remembers! Even Rory! So if he is so forgettable, why the fuck is he even in the show?

I was texting a friend during the first episodes and it was pretty entertaining. She watched them during the day so she had already been there.

I was pretty picky in the beginning.

I felt like Lorelei was wearing WAY too much make-up and it just made her look really old.

It got a little better as time went on though.

And I’m sorry. Rory is 32, considering how crazy motivated and what-not that she was during the actual series, I have a VERY hard time believing that she still didn’t actually have a job.

It made me incredibly happy when Emily ripped into Lorelei all those times.

I have often felt that Lorelei acted like a spoiled child and it was so nice seeing someone yank her head out of her ass.


Why did they make Rory a cheating whore?

She has a boyfriend.

Even though she is self-centered enough to NEVER remember him, so I guess he doesn’t really exist.

Not even that, Logan is freaking engaged.


What was the point?

Were they trying to make Rory more approachable? More like a real person?

I HATED that aspect.

Then she cheated again with a freaking Wookie!

Part of me wasn’t surprised considering she had an affair with Dean while he was married.

Moving on.

I LOVE how things ended up for Emily.

It was beautiful and lovely and just wonderful.

Paris was amazing.

I was a little surprised that she ran a surrogacy company though.

That is absolutely NOT where I pictured her at.

Kirk was still great.

I felt like that had too many outside actors.

I loved the show Bunheads and it really distracted me from the Gilmore Girls thing and threw me back into that show.

Don’t get me wrong. I love all those actors, but I just wish they wouldn’t have been in there.

And one more thing..

The Last 4 Words.

Oh man.

Now, I could understand those words if they would have fallen at the end of season 7.

I really wonder how season 7 would have went with the original directors.

But really.

I don’t really get how it’s going “full circle” as everyone calls it.

There are very few similarities between Lorelei at 16 and Rory at 32.

There is a huge difference between having a baby at 16 in 1984, and having a baby at 32 in 2017. I say 2017 because that’s what year it will be when she hypothetically has the baby.

How do we actually know that the baby is Logan’s? We have no idea the exact time line of things. Maybe it’s the wookie’s.

Also, If it is Logan’s, what will happen to the fiance when she finds out that Logan has been cheating on her?

I was just very disappointed by the 4 words.

It felt like it really belonged at the end of the series, not now.

If Jess loves Rory, he just needs to tell her. He has more balls than Luke, so he better not pathetically pine for her for the next 10 years.

I really hope they do have another “year” next year, but I keep hearing that this was it.

Now, don’t get me wrong about all of this.

I really enjoyed it.

I did.

There was just so much stuff that didn’t feel right to me.

I will most likely be watching it again so I will probably make another post then with updates on how I feel about it then.

Please let me know what you thought.

-The RR.




Thanksgiving day was spent at the in-laws eating turkey, ham, stuffing, green bean casserole, rolls, and cherry pie.


Saturday was spent at my parents house eating ham, green bean casserole, broccoli, trying weird sweet potato things, bread, and banana bread.

Oh, and watching a football game between Justin and our nephew I, with the help of ref M.


My sister apparently started the Paleo diet a month ago so that was why there was some different food at our Thanksgiving…like this paleo blueberry/banana/whatever else bread.


I only tried a very, very, VERY small piece. (like that crumb sitting on the tray)

Not good. Nope.

Gotta love family time.

Make America Great Again.


The nasty P word.

This will be my only political post.

I am an American. I am a very proud American. I tear up (sometimes actually cry) EVERY SINGLE TIME I hear the national anthem. Doesn’t matter if it’s on TV, a sporting event, or on my playlist. Tears.

Several of my family members were in the military, many friends, and many significant others of friends. I live in a town next to an army base. I am grateful for every single sacrifice they have made, big or small. Missing the birth of a child, birthdays, an anniversary,  Christmas, and sadly their lives.

They are all the reason we can live as we do.

We are free.

Free to walk where we want.

Free to wear what we want.

Free to say what we want.

I don’t like to use the word hate. I feel like hate is an equally strong word, if not stronger, as love. All things must have an opposite. Life=Death. Night=Day. Love=Hate.

My sister M told me that once when I was younger.

It gives what you say a power over you, it can control your emotions.

So I hate myself when I say this, but I hate the people that have rebelled after Trump won the election. I wish I didn’t, but I do.

Not the people that share political posts on social media, or even the people who don’t stand during the national anthem. They are doing what living in America allows them to do. They aren’t physically hurting anything.

No, it’s the people that have burned the flag. It is the people that have hospitalized others. Who have trashed property, the people who do physical violence.

I hate them.

Destroying things because they did not get their way.

Why do they think the answer is to burn and destroy their home?

Trump isn’t even in office yet, so why can’t we give him a chance?

Why can’t we let him try?

“Make America Great Again.”

What is so wrong about that slogan?

America is broke. We are so afraid of offending anyone that we no longer have the voice we once did. I hate hearing the words Civil War talked about in present tense conversations.

I am afraid of the next four years.

Yet, I look forward to seeing what will happen.

Maybe he can make America great again.

Maybe he can make us what we once were.

Or maybe we can’t go back.

Maybe we can only go forward.


I think the big problem this country has is being politically correct. I’ve been challenged by so many people and I don’t, frankly, have time for total political correctness. And to be honest with you, this country doesn’t have time, either.

— Donald Trump




The Farming Game.

Last night we went to M & A’s for chili and game night.

The chili was delicious.

Their kids were entertaining.

The Farming Game was a blast.

The sad news….

When you’re as broke in a game as you are in real life….

After being that broke though, I came back to get second place.

Yup. He won.

I love game nights!



I love music.

It’s a big part of my life.

I have played/tried to learn many instruments.

Trumpet, violin, piano, drums, french horn, flute, clarinet, cello, guitar, saxophone.

I’m sure I am missing some, but you get the picture.

I have recently started to play my violin again, and my b-i-l has been helping me learn the guitar. I finally got some new strings for it and he came over to fix it.

Also, you have to love anything that has your name on it. Or, at least your old name.


Stay tuned for more.

(yes, that was on purpose.)

-Used to be a Martin.

One Year.

November 13, 2016.

Our one year anniversary.

I have learned so much during this past year.


I see a lot of posts about being with your best friend.

Justin isn’t my best friend.

I go shopping with my best friend. We discuss hair styles. We talk about lady problems.

We watch chick flicks together, and go to Target to look for things we do not need.



I tell my husband everything. Well, almost everything.

Sometimes he wishes I didn’t.

We have money struggles, together.

I wonder about our future. Sometimes I worry about our future.

I’m excited about the future.

Justin is so much more than a best friend.

He is my companion and partner, my rock.

The one man I know without a doubt will always protect me.

I trust him with everything that I am.

He’s my Justin.


We will build an amazing life together. Hopefully, one with a lot of children.

One with much laughter, kisses, hugs and tears. Most likely some yelling.

It will be a great one though.

We made a promise to each other one year ago.

A promise to always love each other, even though we may not like each other at the time.

A promise to never leave.

With love, Mrs. Falter.