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Catching Up

Fall/Winter Highlights from Yours Truly


After I don’t know how many years of volunteering at and putting up with the traffic of Bikes, Blues and BBQ, Mark and I finally got wise.  Well, not really. It just so happened that Glen Hansard was making an appearance in Tulsa the same weekend – so we accidentally and happily escaped.  Glen Hansard is, hands down, the BEST live show I’ve ever seen and I would (and hopefully WILL!) go again and again and again. If you’re not familiar with him, do yourself a favor and watch Once on Netflix, follow him on Spotify, and watch everything – especially THIS – of his on YouTube.   He’s my favorite. By.A.Mile.


We made a weekend of it and I was pretty stoked to go to the ACTUAL Curtis House from my favorite movie, The Outsiders. They’re raising funds to convert it into a museum. I WILL be back.  outsiders


A road trip with AMAZING friends to see Lutheran “S-hero” and author of Patrix: The Cranky, Beautiful Faith of a Sinner and Saint and Accidental Saints: Finding God in All the Wrong People, Nadia Bolz-Weber.  Said road trip included lots of laughs and bonding over frequent potty stops (#bladdergrils), and several Uber experiences. We also took advantage of photo ops, enjoyed a fantastically fortunate dining experience at The Drop, and a less than fortunate recommendation for a local watering hole.  We ended the weekend with a gorgeous afternoon of shopping at The Plaza and lunch on the patio at  McCormick’s and Schmick’s. girls-trip-collage


Two kids home from college, plus Collin, made for a very happy Thanksgiving for me!  There’s nothing I love more than having all my chickies at home and cooking for them and feeding them.  Ethan introduced us to Cards Against Humanity (not my finest parenting moment) and we had a family game night plus chislic before Grace and Collin headed back to Jonesboro.  Honestly, the fact that they stayed late specifically FOR game night was the highlight of my holiday.thankskgiving-girls

On November 30th Mark and I spent 5 hours on the road (down and back to Conway) with mom and dad to see Ethan for 20 minutes on the stage in a one-ace play at UCA titled “The Decision.”  It was incredible and Mark and I are still, both, BEAMING with pride.



We turned our annual #Brewtheran Beervent party into a fundraiser for the ministries at our church and it exceeded all of my hopes and expectations. My good friend Sherilyn transformed our fellowship hall into a warm and cozy space reminiscent of a chalet. Our praise band musicians set the mood with their amazing talents, and Alan Gann provided several tasty home brews. My heart is FULL!


#LexusbyTexas #Nerium

A month ago I jumped into a direct sales/relationship marketing business.  I come by this naturally, because my mom was a Home Interior displayer for 19 years and I had a Pampered Chef business for 6 years.


Here’s my why:  In the last two years both of my girls have been invited to go to the beach with their friends for Spring Break.  While I am SO GRATEFUL for those friendships and those loving families that invited my daughters to join them, my heart hurt.  I wanted to give them those experiences.

Nerium AD

Nerium International is a brand new company with a GROUND FLOOR opportunity.  There’s hardly anyone doing it in Northwest Arkansas.  I tell my friends it’s like buying Walmart stock from Mr. Sam in the early days.

In my first month I’ve earned my $499 investment back AND made a profit.  In fact, I’ve been paid EVERY WEEK since I joined.

I’m just wrapping up a conference call where the company is telling us about a promotion that will run from May 1st – July 10th.  Bonuses from $500 to $5,000 will be awarded to EVERYONE who qualifies.  Not only do I plan to earn a cash bonus, I want to make this happen for others.

Who’s with me??!?

My New Adventure

I’m excited to share that I have joined an incredible company that is breaking records and offering REAL results and REAL opportunities for anyone who wants to look better and live better.
In fact, we’ve just issued a press release about our latest achievement.
If you’re interested in learning more, I invite you to call me/text me (479-601-3647), tweet me (@jdilday) or simply join me at

Nerium International Receives the 2012 Global 100 Bravo Award for Growth
Nerium receives the 2012 Global 100 Bravo Award for growth in business. With the astounding amount of sale growth in the first year of business the Bravo Award was an honor to receive for the success.

Addison, Texas (PRWEB) April 04, 2013

The Global 100 Awards were initiated in 2010, honoring the top 100 direct selling companies in the world. In the same year, the Bravo Award for Growth was introduced. The Bravo Award is granted to the company with the greatest percentage of certified revenue increase over the prior year.
Nerium International, a company that markets breakthrough skin care products validated by science, is pleased to receive the 2012 Global 100 Bravo Award for Growth.
John Fleming, Publisher and Editor-in-Chief of Direct Selling News, which publishes the Global 100 list, says, “In my many years in the industry, I do not think we have ever experienced a brand new company achieving $100 million in revenue in its first year of business. This achievement is a testimony to the leadership team, quality of product, service and support but also a tribute to the thousands of people who have chosen Nerium as customers and brand partners. This is really a remarkable accomplishment!”
Nerium International, which launched in 2011, did not launch in a rush. In fact, one of the company’s core values is to “slow down to go fast,” a concept that laid the foundation for the company’s phenomenal public reception.
Still, Nerium International’s CEO and Founder, Jeff Olson, was only willing to put his confidence in a product with more than a decade of research behind it. “My dream was to create the perfect direct sales company,” says Olson. “The combination of a long-range company mission, a well-planned business opportunity and a scientifically proven product allowed Nerium International to achieve the coveted Global Bravo Award for Growth.”
“Receiving this award really further validates the breakthrough product that NeriumAD is!” says co-Founder and Vice President of Marketing and Culture Amber Olson. “It is exciting for us to see the growth that comes from truly satisfied consumers, which in turn creates a fast-growing business for our brand partners.”
Brand partners, or those who sell the company’s flagship product, NeriumAD, are the primary focus of Nerium International. In fact, as President and co-Founder Dennis Windsor says, “Our management team is totally synched with the field. We listen, trust, empower and truly love our brand partners.”
While every successful business keeps a keen eye on its sales, Nerium International is about more than just the money. With programs such as Nerium Gives Back (to help boost brand partners’ financial success) and the Nerium Ripple (to make an active difference in others’ lives), along with the company’s partnership with Big Brothers Big Sisters of America, it’s clear that Nerium International has sought to offer authenticity and value from day one.
For more information about Nerium International, please visit Nerium.
About Nerium International:
Nerium™ International, LLC, headquartered in Addison, Texas, markets breakthrough products validated by science. In 2011, the relationship marketing company partnered with Nerium SkinCare™ Inc. (a subsidiary of Nerium Biotechnology, Inc.®), to deliver the NeriumAD™ skincare line. These first-of-their-kind products – clinically proven to reduce the appearance of fines lines and wrinkles – are the result of leading-edge research into the Nerium oleander plant and its age-defying results when applied to the skin. Led by an executive team with more than 150 years of collective experience, Nerium International is committed to developing and distributing skincare products that are rooted in real science and produce real results that improve consumers’ lives. For more information, please see our Nerium site.


First day of school (again!) 2012

Dilday, First Day of School,So I’m 10 days late in posting “First Day of School” photos.  So what?!?  I really don’t want to face these facts:

1. My baby is in MIDDLE SCHOOL!2. Ethan is old enough to drive. (but thankfully isn’t)3. Gracie has just 2 years left at home before she heads off for college.  And yes, we’ve already had a missed bus fiasco (today, the 8th day of the new school year) just like last year.

Happy Anniversary to my best friend.

I’ve got one question for ya. . . what did we DO from 2003-2007?

For those of you who aren’t “in the know”: This is the tree Mark and I planted on our wedding day – May 16th , 1992.


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That little stick now towers above us and provides great shade.  It’s also a nice backdrop for photos.

Long Time No . . .POST

No excuses, just the facts.  I haven’t blogged in a REALLY long time.  Not for lack of material, just lack of time.  Here’s a list of what has been keeping me otherwise occupied (which also serves as a list of FUTURE blog posts):

All good stuff, but I’m not gonna lie . . . ready for things to slooooooooow down.  There’s a gorgeous deck in my backyardcalling my name!  Plus a long list of more stuff I NEED to get back to:

  • cooking
  • Mockingjay
  • making MORE new friends like Mike Beaver
  • hosting OLD friends Chris and Kysia for dinner
  • more deck parties
  • celebrating our 20th wedding anniversary in a few weeks
  • summer and lounging by the pool
  • boating skiing at the lake
  • road tripping to New Orleans in July



>Yes, I Know This Post is Too Long: Deal With It or Skip it Entirely


This week was just one of those marathon weeks that you aren’t sure you are ever going to make it through.  And as I type that sentence I feel guilty –how dare I complain about MY week after the hellish week that the residents of Joplin went through?   And that is exactly where this week began . . .

After a gorgeous Sunday afternoon spent at the Block Street Block Party, Gracie reminded us that she had an end of season volleyball party to go to in Rogers in . . . oh . . . 15 minutes.  Needless to say, I was NOT PLEASED. But I ran her up to Fast Lanes and then I went to Walmart to look at patio furniture.  When I left WM I noticed that someone had KEYED the driver’s side back door of my cute, new, little car.  WAH!  

Back at home, I noticed on FB and Twitter fhat people were commenting about the tornado in Joplin. At about 9:30 the local news station called, “Is this Jody with the Red Cross?”  Uh . . . no.  I haven’t worked for the Red Cross for almost 5 years.  That was my first indication that this tornado was BAD.

Monday morning an old Red Cross friend who I met on assignment in Daytona, FL (Hurricane Ivan or Francis) and haven’t talked to since Katrina  — called me out of the blue.  He wanted to know what I was doing.  Neither of us work for the Red Cross anymore, but both of us felt like we SHOULD be doing something. I hung up and called my pastor and asked what we could/should be doing as a church.  His response was perfect (and perfectly Lutheran.)  So many people, groups, and agencies will be rushing to the aid of Joplin in these first days, but we know that the rebuilding effort will take months, possibly years.  He suggested we organize a relief team and go up this summer.  In the meantime, I simply helped get information out to our congregation re: what type of supplies were being collected and where.  We also sent out information which discouraged people from “self-deploying” (and winding up getting in the way!) to Joplin, but to get in touch with relief organization on the ground and make sure they could be put to work.

Tuesday there was an eerie weather prediction that indicated a series of super cells with the possibility of softball sized hail and prolonged and deadly tornadoes.  After seeing the photos of the devastation in Joplin, no one in NWA seemed to be taking this warning lightly.  Mark and I decided to pack up the kids and our supplies (including a chain saw) and camp out at my office, which is a basement.  We ended up having a 12 person campout/tornado party.  Luckily, NWA was spared, but 4 people were killed by tornadoes about 90 miles South of us.

Wednesday – after only a few hours of sleep on a very UNFORGIVING concrete floor, my auditor arrived bright and early to begin three days of audit field work.

Thursday – more audit.  But here is where my week turned around.
I volunteered with Northside Fayetteville Rotary Club and the Fayetteville Rotary Club at our Joplin Tornado Relief truck.   It felt good to “do something” albeit very small.  It was also great to see people from all walks of life come out to help folks that they don’t know and probably never will.  I think every single person commented “its the least I can do” or “I wish I could do more.”

When I got home on Thursday I went to my first ever

Okay, I didn’t actually “go” anywhere.  I sat in the media room with my iPhone in one hand and Twitter pulled up on the computer in front of me.  I used the phone to keep up with the #AWBU hashtage and used the computer to Tweet my input.  Fun!   So what is a Twitter Party you ask?  Read here.   And what is AWBU?  Read here.  And as if I weren’t already looking forward to a weekend in the woods with a bunch of soon-to-be-new girlfriends . . . I’m SUPER excited now! 

Friday – Finished the audit.  YAY!   And went to a fun house party where my Sangria Slushie was a major hit!

Saturday – It’s looking pretty good, folks!  Hope to be posting photos all weekend of “THE DECK.”  We’re planning on making significant progress on this three day weekend.

    >This is Why I Refer to my Blog as a Digital Scrapbook

    >Unlike many of the blogs I follow which make profound observations on the art of motherhood,  post scrumptious recipes including exquisite photographs, provide us with a sneak peek into the mysterious reality that is raising quadruplets, or simply capture daily life with gut-busting humor — my blog is not like their blog.  Sometimes I aspire to post recipes and photos and sometimes I strive for the profound observation.  But mostly I just keep track of what our family is up to.  I hope that someday my kids will stumble upon it, long after they’ve forgotten it even existed, and read through it like we did when we were given “Dear Girlie: Grandpa Harris’ Love Letters to Grandma Grace.”

    Hals and Grace reading “Dear Girlie”

    This is one of those posts.
    *warning: it’s a LONG one!*

    We just had a great weekend.   We didn’t head out of town on an adventure.  We didn’t host family or friends from another state.  We just had a pretty great weekend at home in the middle of January.

    I knew on Friday it was going to be a great weekend for ME because it started with a date night.  Genna was playing with Grier, Gracie was spending the night with Sarah, and Ethan was at Little D’s birthday party.  So Mark and I seized the opportunity to go grab an early dinner at Oseguera’s (with no chorus of “NOT OSEGUERAS, I don’t LIKE Osegueras!” coming from Genna in the back seat)

    It had been a typical busy week at our house with a lot of tag-team parenting, so it was nice to just talk about “stuff” over dinner.  We talked about Mark’s job.  He’ll wrap up this project in June/July and we’re both hopeful that there will be another project for him in NWA.  Many other superintendents in the company  travel during the week to Western Oklahoma and/or Kansas.  Mark has been 3 miles from the house since May.  We’ve been fortunate.

    After dinner we picked up Genna and headed to the movie theater to meet up with Little D’s birthday party.  My brother was a SAINT and agreed to let Genna crash the party and go with them to see TRON so that Mark and I could continue date night at The Fighter.  The ironic thing was that Gracie was also at the theater seeing a different show.  This may be a sign of things to come . . . we were all together at the theater, but seeing three different films.  Anywhoo. . .

    The Fighter should win some Oscars for sure! (Christian Bale and Melissa Leo already won Golden Globes last night for their performances) It was amazing.  Christian Bale simply transformed into his character.  It was one of the most believable performances I’ve ever witnessed.  You don’t have to be a boxing fan –trust me on this– to love this film.  It’s about a family trying to do better.  Go see it!

    Saturday I took Ethan and his friend Tyler to church and they headed to Tulsa with LYO for the younger youth gathering.  Then the girls and I went shopping briefly (we’re going to finish that later today) but didn’t find anything Gracie wanted.  So we headed out to accomplish the BIG “to-do” on my weekend list.

    For the past few months we’ve been debating whether to keep our Chrysler Pacifica (we JUST paid it off) or trade it in for something smaller and more fuel efficient, considering that Gracie is old enough to get her learner’s permit.  **please note that while Gracie is OLD enough to get that permit, she does not yet HAVE that permit**   So I’ve been researching smaller cars and had decided that the Honda CR-V was what I wanted.

    So, this is my new car.

    The girls and I headed to Fayetteville Auto Park and went first through the Used Car lot.  Of course, there were no used  CR-Vs to be found.  However, I climbed in the other models like the Civic and the Accord, and I sat in the Toyota Camry and Prius before walking over to the NEW car lot.   There, we met Jamey who showed us all of the packages on the CR-V.  I drove the SE package (the middle grade) and it felt great.  We went inside to talk about what they would give me on trade in, etc. etc.  Mark called from the gym and asked what we were doing.  I told him we were inside the dealership and he wanted to come and see what I was looking at.  Long story short (and a great illustration of the way things work in our relationship!) , Mark came and said “Let’s look at the EX-L.”  This guy is a car dealer’s dream!   How do you ever go back DOWN after you’ve sat in the high end package?  You don’t!    But the price difference wasn’t all that much, and after having EVERY bell and whistle available on my Pacifica for the past 6 years, I really am glad that Mr. Thinks-We-Are-Moneybags came along.

    Sunday was the installation of our church’s new pastor, Clint Schnekloth.   We had our regular service in the morning (Derek, Little D and Sadie joined us), then returned at 3 p.m. for the installation.  Imagine my pleasant surprise when, sneaking in 5 minutes before the service was to begin, I locate Mom and Dad saving us a spot in the pew and I slide in to find that the Reverend Lowell and Kathy Grisham were sitting right behind us.  I love the spirit of ecumenism that is shared by Lowell and Pastor Clint.  (and no, I didn’t know what that word meant before PC+ arrived)

    The installation service was beautiful.  Great special music by the choir, by Paige Kroening and Tess Delaplain, a New Orleans style verison of  “Just a Closer Walk with Thee” by Linda Dietzen, and an African Spiritual to close out the service.  But the most powerful part of the service was when the Pastor Jean DeVoll-Donaldsn walked PC+ to various areas of the church and at each place, a member of the Call Committee said the following:

    • at the place of baptism: You have been called to be among us to baptize, to teach, and to forgive sins.
    • the place of the word (pulpit): You have been called to be among us to proclaim the good news.
    • place of the meal (altar): You have been called to be among us to preside at the Lord’s Supper.
    • into the midst of the people: You have been called to be among us to equip us for mission and then send us out to serve as Christ’s witnesses.

    I’ll admit, I had to wipe tears from my eyes a few times during this service.  I can only imagine how the Call Committee members must feel.  They have been so diligent throughout this LONG process.  We have started a new season in the life of GSLC and it will be exciting to be a part of the mission, outreach and service that lies ahead!  

    Throughout the weekend, like most weekends, the kids were coming and going with their friends.  Gracie was with Sarah (our 3rd daughter!) on Friday and Ethan and Genna were with their cousin D, on Saturday Ethan took Tyler to the LYO gathering and Genna had Sophie (our 4th daughter!) over to spend the night.  After church on Sunday, my niece Sadie spend the afternoon with us and went to the installation.  Gracie’s boyfriend Tommy hung out with us on Sunday evening.  I love the revolving door we have of friends and family.

    Sunday night was capped off, as perfect weekends should be, with two things:

    1. a televised Hollywood Awards show on Sunday night
    2. followed by a Monday off of work and school!  

    So, it looks like we’ll be spending more weekends at home.  I HOPE!

      >How I Met Your Father


      Title inspired by television.

      Blog post inspired by Angie.

      My blog has been a digital scrapbook, a photographic brag book, and a virtual but visual “growth chart” for our kids. Today I decided to follow the lead of my friend Angie and put down on paper blogger one of those great stories that has been told and retold ad nauseum, but never written down for posterity’s sake.

      WARNING:  This might be a long one!

      Saturday was the first home game for our beloved Razorbacks.  It seemed like that was ALL anyone could talk about or think about all week.  Seriously, I was somewhat amused, but then became sick of  it rather quickly.

      So Saturday rolls around and I’m (as usual) wasting time on Facebook on my iPad when I notice a link posted by Wally.  It was a link to a Stevie Ray Vaughn performance with the comment “I can listen to this man plan all night.” To which I responded “you and Mark too!” and Wally comments back “I wouldn’t even know who he was if it wasn’t for Mark.”  Well, meeither.  You see, I met Mark about 10 days or so after Stevie Ray Vaughn’s tragic and untimely death in a plane crash when Mark was, and I STRESS, in mourning..

      It suddenly dawns on me that that was twenty years ago. . .  THIS WEEKEND! 

      So that was the intro.  Here’s the story:

      TWENTY YEARS AGO this weekend . . .  it was the first Razorback home game of the season.  I went to the game with my friend Stacy, who ended up getting on my nerves so badly that I ditched her at the game to hang out with my 14 year old brother.  (Yes, I was that desperate).   Little brother and I are walking around at the stadium and we agree to meet up with my folks at Mark’s house/keg party/parking lot after the game.   You see, Mom and Dad knew and were friendly with Mark and parked at his house on Garland Ave. on game days in exchange for a 6 pack of imported beer.  I had actually laid eyes on Mark a year before and developed an instant crush, but when Dad took me to the front door to introduce me to Mark after the homecoming game that day, he quickly decided against it when he saw Mark with his arm around some blond chick on the couch.
      Fast forward again back to September 1990 . . . .

      Little brother and I beat Mom and Dad back to Mark’s house after the game and were sitting on the curb watching the merry-making (beer drinking) and the chaos (Mark Waller stopping traffic and directing the parkers out onto Garland) and, to be honest, I was making eyes at Mark who was oh-so-handsome!   Mark was kind of making eyes too.  I guess you’d call it that.  Anyway, it was obvious enough that a 14 year old brother took notice.  Little brother started to tease me in that annoying sing-song voice that little brothers have saying “Mark’s looking at you.  He thinks you’re cu-ute!”

      It wasn’t long before Mom and Dad arrived and we climbed into the big white conversion van and Mark Waller is stopping traffic and directing US out of the parking lot.  I’m exclaiming to my mom how CUTE Mark was (I don’t think we used the term “hot” back then) and immediately scheming about how I’m going to find a way to cross paths again and soon!   Suddenly I realized that I don’t have my house key.  I remember having it when we were sitting on the curb and I was making googly eyes.  Darn, I lost it.  I’ll have to go BACK to Mark’s house and look for it!  Then my rotten 14 year old brother pulls my house key from behind his back and shows me that I hadn’t lost it after all.  I am heart broken.  My perfect opportunity to go back and talk to Mark has vanished.  Then Mom says, “Well, you could PRETEND that you lost your key.”   Good ‘ol Mom encouraging me to manipulate my future-husband with a little white lie! Ha!

      So that’s what I did!   Later that evening I was supposed to go to a party with my former roommate.  I borrowed the Ford Escort, picked up Kerry, and alerted her to my plan.  We were going to go by Mark’s house (where I’m sure the keg party was still in full swing) and I was going to stop by and ask him if he’d found a lost house key.

      It took me about 3 trips around the block to get up the nerve to stop, but eventually I did.  I pulled right in in my little black Ford Escort, asked somebody (I later found out it was my future brother-in-law Anthony) if Mark was there.  They hollered for Mark and he came out, I introduced myself, and he said “I know who you are” and I told him I had “lost” a key over near the curb.  Mark didn’t have a flashlight so he had friends move their cars and shine their headlight over where Little brother and I had been sitting and where I had NOT LOST A KEY that afternoon.  He and I got down on our hands and knees and starting looking through the leaves and the dirt.  I quickly started to feel rather foolish, knowing that there was NO KEY to be found.  I tried to cover my nervousness and quit this ridiculous charade and said, “well, I guess it’s not here,” to which Mark suggested that I “come back tomorrow, when it was daylight, to look again.”  My heart skipped a beat!  Then he said “Since you’re here, do you want to stay and party with us?” My heart skipped two beats!  I accepted and Mark added, “Well, don’t tell your dad I offered you a beer!”

      We hung out at the party for awhile, I confessed that I hadn’t really lost a key but that I really just wanted to see him again. (I’m too honest for my own good, I swear!)  Of course, he was flattered and made this gesture that his head was swelling.  By the end of the night we had exchanged t-shirts (that’s another story), phone numbers, and our first kiss.

      Two nights later we had our first date (we went to see Flatliners if you really must know) and I came home and told my mom that THAT was the man I was going to marry.

      See . . . I’m always right!

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