It’s a Small World!

Not only was this my favorite ride at Disneyland for years and years (and still might be!), this is also a fact of life.

Yes, it has a surface area of 196.9 Million square miles, and a radius of 3,959 miles (according to it’s Wikipedia page), but it is crazy how, with 7 billion people, so many networks cross paths.

Let me enlighten you:

1. My Grandpa Schneider was a military vet (as were my other grandpas) who settled in Kansas City, Missouri. When my dad took Grandpa to a casino in Lake Tahoe in the early 1990s, a fellow military vet recognized my grandpa (after all of those years) and flagged him down. Crazy, right?

2. My sister moved to New York City for a year. When I visited her for the first time, we were waiting on a random subway platform, and a former coworker from Kansas City walked right up to her and they talked for a few minutes! What???

3. My sister and I spent the first few years of our lives growing up in a small cow town in northern California (small school class to go with it). We spent the remainder of our childhood years in – you guessed it – Kansas City, and decided to go to San Diego for college. And you know what? One of our classmates from that small cow town and that tiny school class in northern California joined us at this small private school!

OK, so those are a few of the MANY past examples I have. And they are continuing into today, with an international run in. Not with someone I know, but someone I will come to know.

Timmykins and I finally booked our honeymoon flights and have been working on all of the plans in between. We decided to utilize the vacation rental site, Airbnb, for the first time for a night in Dublin, Ireland. In the little interaction we have had with the owner of the property so far, we have a LOT of conversing to do, because he attended high school for a year just a couple of hours from our home, his best friend lives nearby, and he has spent some time more recently in our city! CRAZY small world!

And it makes me happy! Why? Because it makes this big ole earth seem a little bit more like a community. More manageable. More like home. And it makes me realize that my house is not my home. Wherever I go is home, and wherever I go I always have the possibility of running into an old friend or a friend of a friend, and that gives me a warm feeling 🙂 

Have you ever had these small world interactions? How did they make you feel? Who knows? Maybe one day, you and I will run into and recognize one another. I look forward to that day, Happy People!

❤ The RoaminTwin
Mine & my mom’s favorite part of the Small World ride at Disneyland 🙂

Float On

There is nothing like returning home from a float trip in the po-dunk middle of nowhere to make a girl feel clean, grateful, loved, and HAPPY.

OK, not fully clean. I feel like I need to take 25 showers before all of the grime from this past weekend is washed away. But cleanER.

Aside from the torrential downpour, my tent failing us, sleeping in the car, and the strippers next door, it was adventurous and exciting! I have never been on a float trip, and was thoroughly surprised (and grateful) that the only time we over-turned was due to an unbalanced friend who we were giving a lift to his own canoe that had floated upstream.

I spent the weekend with friends I never see (but enjoy), in an unknown place, trying something new and challenging. So worth it!

But, one of the best parts about leaving, is coming home. Yes, I enjoy adventure, but I enjoy my climate controlled home and my dry, plush bed just as much.

What are your thoughts on returning home? Do you ever leave?

❤ The RoaminTwin

Still Searching, Faith Restoring…

I have not abandoned you, dear readers.

Yesterday was an off day for me. I worked from home, which gave me some flexibility to have more of an active schedule (yoga, swimming, weight training), and still make it to watch Timmykins play hockey and work my full 8 hours.

But my mind was preoccupied. And it is something that I would like to ask for prayers/thoughts as you go about your week.

Please join me in praying for/thinking of my dear friends, Ryan and Malia, and their family as they search for their brother who went missing during a Monday evening run.

I would like to offer up a prayer for Chad, for his family, and for all of those lost and whom have lost loved ones. For those still waiting: may hope continue in the search and faith that they will come home to you.

I can’t go a minute without thinking of them, and praying for his safe return.

Times like these are desperately upsetting, and I feel helpless. But, at the same time, my faith in humanity continues to grow with the outpouring of support from every direction: our community of Liberty, Missouri, networks of runners, people of shared faith, high school friends and acquaintances…prayers from around the world: we are all human, and one community.

Bring Chad Home.

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❤ The Roamin Twin

My Parents

It was my 15th birthday. My twin sister had made me a small scrapbook of some of her favorite photos of us from the last 15 years, centered around the song ‘100 Years’ by Five For Fighting. It was cute, and of course I wanted to show it off, so I took it to play practice.

As it was getting passed around, I heard a bit of a yelp from one of the senior girls.

“Is that your MOM?!? She is BEAUTIFUL!”

Uh, what?

I turned the book to see what she was looking at, and sure enough, there was a picture of myself, my sister, and my mom. I believe I was four at the time the picture was taken, and although I don’t have that photograph with me at this time, here is a picture of she and my dad from a couple years prior:


I just adore that picture, don’t you?

Anyways, as I looked a little longer at the picture, I realized that she IS beautiful. It’s nothing that had ever crossed my mind before. She is my mom. She is my caretaker. She is my taxi, support, photographer, chef, and everything in between. But never once had I thought of the word ‘beautiful’ simultaneously with my mom. Heck, I KNOW I look like her, and I had never thought of myself as beautiful.

And, unfortunately, it took a third party to point it out. But thank goodness she did. In those few moments, my mom became beautiful to me. And she has been beautiful ever since.

Many people don’t get to the point of regarding their parents in this way. They are life-givers, and for crying out loud…they are OLD (they are older than me, therefore they are old). I have had the privilege of seeing them as not just parents, but beautiful people, since I was merely 15-years-old, and my respect and love for my parents has grown exponentially since.

Do we always get along? No. But that is how families are. They know what buttons to push and when because they are so close. But the love is unconditional and our apologies aren’t superfluous: they run deep.

My mom is beautiful. My dad is beautiful (coughhandsomecough). And together they have built a home of trust, loyalty, and love. A beautiful home.

Thanks, Mom and Dad!

Image^Dad NEVER dances. But doesn’t it looks so natural with them?

❤ The Roamin Twin


“People always ask me, ‘You have so much confidence. Where did that come from?’ It came from me. One day I decided that I was beautiful, and so I carried out my life as if I was a beautiful girl … It doesn’t have anything to do with how the world perceives you. What matters is what you see. Your body is your temple, it’s your home, and you must decorate it.” —Gabourey Sidibe

Many of you may have seen the movie ‘Precious’. Many of you – myself included – may have not. Regardless of experience with the movie or the lead actress (quoted above), these are words that can be taken to heart and BELIEVED by each and every person.

Everyone has an individual perception. Why not make yours positive and loving?

And, along with loving ourselves, how about we love others more deeply? Why don’t we quell the judgment and anger towards people we don’t know, and even those who have wronged us? Yes, some things are difficult to get over (stereotypes and first impressions included), but anger is just wasted energy.

And that anger is letting outside forces determine your quality of life.

We all have at least one big journey in life. My ongoing journey – regardless of job, living situation, environment – is to bring on the happy and LURVE.

Will YOU join me in a self-love and non-judgmental movement?

❤ The Roamin Twin