Dillon played catcher last night at baseball practice. They are hitting off a pitching machine throwing at 40 mph. (Isn't that a little fast to be shooting at my son???!!??) So this morning at breakfast Chris made the comment:
CF: Yep, I am Dad of the Year. I let my son suit up and have baseballs thrown at him.
Masen: OH CAN I THROW BASEBALLS AT HIM???
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
At breakfast.
After he had spent 1/2 hour making car-cat-ninja-boat-motorcycle-fart-machine gun noises:
Masen: Dillon...STOP IT.
Dillon: Weeeeeeell...someone's cranky.
Masen: Dillon...STOP IT.
Dillon: Weeeeeeell...someone's cranky.
Monday, April 20, 2009
F.Y.I.
Nobody told me what red velvet cake does to your, umm, digestive system!!!
(a little "heads up" on that one would have been nice, ya'll)
UPDATE: It has been brought to my attention that I've forgotten to mention that Aunt Bean is the bestest, most wonderful, fabulous, sweetest, nicest Aunt on earth.
Guess who reminded me to say it.
(a little "heads up" on that one would have been nice, ya'll)
UPDATE: It has been brought to my attention that I've forgotten to mention that Aunt Bean is the bestest, most wonderful, fabulous, sweetest, nicest Aunt on earth.
Guess who reminded me to say it.
OH MY MEATBALLS...IT IS GENETIC!
If you haven't read my post of January 30, 2009, go read it then come back here.
Now...
My brother in law, Bart calls my oldest sister, Jeannie over the weekend. They have a conversation and J was trying to answer his question when Sherrie, the middle sister and Bart's wife beeped in. J told Bart she had another call and picked up. The rest went like this:
J: Hello.
S: Hey, what are you doing?
J: Talking to Bart.
S: (silence)
J: Hello? Bart? You know, your husband.
S: Yeah, I know him, I'm sitting next to him in the car!
HA HA HA HA. See I AM the sane one!
Now...
My brother in law, Bart calls my oldest sister, Jeannie over the weekend. They have a conversation and J was trying to answer his question when Sherrie, the middle sister and Bart's wife beeped in. J told Bart she had another call and picked up. The rest went like this:
J: Hello.
S: Hey, what are you doing?
J: Talking to Bart.
S: (silence)
J: Hello? Bart? You know, your husband.
S: Yeah, I know him, I'm sitting next to him in the car!
HA HA HA HA. See I AM the sane one!
Because
I am not one of those women that other women want to just hang out with. I rarely get a phone call inviting me on a shopping trip, or a girl's night. And to be honest, I can get pretty wrapped up in self pity about it when I let myself. Oh, it's not as if I don't have friends, I'm just not one of those girl-friendy type women, I guess. But this post is dedicated to the women I do spend time with, a group that outside of the dance studio, our paths might never have crossed. So here goes...in no particular order:
First H and T who worked until 5pm, gathered up their daughters, drove two hours to visit us in the hospital, drove home at midnight, and got up to go to work the next morning. You did this for my daughter and my family. You will never know how big the place you hold in my heart is. You will never know what this meant to me.
Then there is C. A mom who not only homeschools her kids, runs her household, manages to get to all extra activities, including playdays til 2:00 a.m., raises her kids in God's love, but also, I have honestly never heard her say the word NO when asked to volunteer, assist or just plain help out.
I have to mention the Mom who has become a ministry in herself after losing a child. Her faith and strength are encouragement to all of us. And S who has six kids and is taking chemo, yet found the energy and the time to sit with us during and after a friends funeral to cry and laugh along with us. And the B's, both the Pretty B and the Smart B, or the Pretty AND Smart B, depending on who you ask! B who will drive 20 miles out of her way to take the girls to a movie to just let them get out for awhile, or to simply check on her friend.
And the other B. The friend who literally moved in with G when G needed her most. She literally put her life on hold and did what she was needed to do, even to the point where she was so exhausted that when she finally went home, two days later, she pulled up in her drive, removed her bags, walked up the sidewalk, onto the porch and had her keys out to unlock her door, all before she realized...she was at her neighbors house.
See...I can get all wrapped up in my own self doubts, but these are the people God has put into my life. These are the people, whose friendship I might sometimes take for granted, but I know that if I needed them, they'd be there. Why? Because that is just who they are.
First H and T who worked until 5pm, gathered up their daughters, drove two hours to visit us in the hospital, drove home at midnight, and got up to go to work the next morning. You did this for my daughter and my family. You will never know how big the place you hold in my heart is. You will never know what this meant to me.
Then there is C. A mom who not only homeschools her kids, runs her household, manages to get to all extra activities, including playdays til 2:00 a.m., raises her kids in God's love, but also, I have honestly never heard her say the word NO when asked to volunteer, assist or just plain help out.
I have to mention the Mom who has become a ministry in herself after losing a child. Her faith and strength are encouragement to all of us. And S who has six kids and is taking chemo, yet found the energy and the time to sit with us during and after a friends funeral to cry and laugh along with us. And the B's, both the Pretty B and the Smart B, or the Pretty AND Smart B, depending on who you ask! B who will drive 20 miles out of her way to take the girls to a movie to just let them get out for awhile, or to simply check on her friend.
And the other B. The friend who literally moved in with G when G needed her most. She literally put her life on hold and did what she was needed to do, even to the point where she was so exhausted that when she finally went home, two days later, she pulled up in her drive, removed her bags, walked up the sidewalk, onto the porch and had her keys out to unlock her door, all before she realized...she was at her neighbors house.
See...I can get all wrapped up in my own self doubts, but these are the people God has put into my life. These are the people, whose friendship I might sometimes take for granted, but I know that if I needed them, they'd be there. Why? Because that is just who they are.
Okie Invasion
To Ingrid, Mom Marion, and Donald
Barbados is not that big. It is an island. 166 square miles. In other words...there aren't that many places to hide.
I'm just sayin'.
Barbados is not that big. It is an island. 166 square miles. In other words...there aren't that many places to hide.
I'm just sayin'.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Life Experience
Last night while Dillon was supposed to be trying to fall asleep:
D: Mommy are dust mites real?
Me: Yes.
D: Do they really eat dead skin?
Me: Yes. But they are really tiny and you'll never know if you squash one, so they can't hurt you. You probably squash millions of them a day and never know it. Aren't you supposed to be sleeping?
D: Oh. Somebody on t.v. was talking about bed bugs.
Me: Son, you don't have bed bugs. There are no bed bugs in your house. If a bug gets in the house, we will kill it and/or spray some Raid.
D: Do they bite?
Me: I promise you that a bed bug is NOT going to bite you in your sleep. As a matter of fact, no bugs are going to get you. I promise. If a bug gets near you I will squash it. OK? Go to sleep, nothing is going to get you.
D: Well geesh, I've lived long enough to know THAT!
D: Mommy are dust mites real?
Me: Yes.
D: Do they really eat dead skin?
Me: Yes. But they are really tiny and you'll never know if you squash one, so they can't hurt you. You probably squash millions of them a day and never know it. Aren't you supposed to be sleeping?
D: Oh. Somebody on t.v. was talking about bed bugs.
Me: Son, you don't have bed bugs. There are no bed bugs in your house. If a bug gets in the house, we will kill it and/or spray some Raid.
D: Do they bite?
Me: I promise you that a bed bug is NOT going to bite you in your sleep. As a matter of fact, no bugs are going to get you. I promise. If a bug gets near you I will squash it. OK? Go to sleep, nothing is going to get you.
D: Well geesh, I've lived long enough to know THAT!
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Roses.
I have two of these green containers stuffed with roses and other pink flowers. Well, I did, until the storm blew through....
My Front Porch
I finally started working on our "Spring Look". I like my rose containers. Pretty.
Not long after this was taken a huge storm blew through, uprooting my lilies. I stuck them back...its all OK now!
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Tired.
Remember when I wrote the post about that moment when time stops and your world changes? When I wrote that, one of those moments had just happened to me. ONE of those moments.
For most of us, for most of our lives, we never have to experience those times. Our routines, the mundane normalcy of our lives, is something we come to count on usually without even knowing that we do count on it. Get up, get ready for work, take the kids to school, make a dollar, come home, fix dinner, drive to dance, guitar, baseball, go to bed, do it over again. In the center of that cycle, even the smallest things, like a lost shoe or a broken glass, anything that jars us out of the safety of routine, can push us to irritation and anger, heck, even self pity. But what if, in our life machine, someone threw an anvil on the conveyor belt. What if "that" moment in your life became one that drew everything you knew to a screeching halt? Your normal was gone and you longed for routine, any routine?
Yesterday my friend K drove to some land he owned and killed himself. He left behind his wife G and their daughter K2. They are a part of our dance family. There is a group of us who have been together for years cheering on our girls, organizing schedules, attending birthday parties, and just being friends. K and his family were part of the group that traveled the 3 hours to Dallas not long ago just to be there for a birthday of another of the group. We are a family inside the dance studio, our own clan. And, while K’s decision to end his life, pulled the plug on my system for a few minutes, I cannot begin to understand the destruction his choice has done to G & K2. I will hold her hand and sweep her kitchen floor. I will fold towels and leave when she needs to be alone. I will do whatever she asks of me, and some things no one thinks to ask. I will feed her dog and go to KFC for K2. I will cry and I will pray.
And, I will ask you to pray.
What else can I do?
For most of us, for most of our lives, we never have to experience those times. Our routines, the mundane normalcy of our lives, is something we come to count on usually without even knowing that we do count on it. Get up, get ready for work, take the kids to school, make a dollar, come home, fix dinner, drive to dance, guitar, baseball, go to bed, do it over again. In the center of that cycle, even the smallest things, like a lost shoe or a broken glass, anything that jars us out of the safety of routine, can push us to irritation and anger, heck, even self pity. But what if, in our life machine, someone threw an anvil on the conveyor belt. What if "that" moment in your life became one that drew everything you knew to a screeching halt? Your normal was gone and you longed for routine, any routine?
Yesterday my friend K drove to some land he owned and killed himself. He left behind his wife G and their daughter K2. They are a part of our dance family. There is a group of us who have been together for years cheering on our girls, organizing schedules, attending birthday parties, and just being friends. K and his family were part of the group that traveled the 3 hours to Dallas not long ago just to be there for a birthday of another of the group. We are a family inside the dance studio, our own clan. And, while K’s decision to end his life, pulled the plug on my system for a few minutes, I cannot begin to understand the destruction his choice has done to G & K2. I will hold her hand and sweep her kitchen floor. I will fold towels and leave when she needs to be alone. I will do whatever she asks of me, and some things no one thinks to ask. I will feed her dog and go to KFC for K2. I will cry and I will pray.
And, I will ask you to pray.
What else can I do?
Friday, April 10, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Gran
We buried my beautiful Gran on the hill next to Chank with a soft, cool wind blowing and the sun shining bright above. I smiled during the graveside service because there we all were, the kids, grandkids, greats, cousins, nieces, nephews, all of us, praying together. You know she loved that moment. The three great great grandkids played near her headstone and took turns sniffing the flowers that were sent. Every so often you'd hear one of her great grandkids, now turned into Mom and Dad, scold their babies for fighting, pushing, throwing rocks, and all that goes along with being small and having your cousins around to harass.
Can you imagine the reunion that took place with the Turney girls?! Poor Earl, outnumbered still. Oh how she missed her sisters. And oh how happy she was to see them, I am certain.
After, we all gathered at Mom and Dad's to eat, visit, and ultimately divide up the plants! So many people loved her and it's nice to think that we all took a living piece of her memory home, even in the form of an ivy or azalea. I know my garden, like so many other parts of my life, will be a more beautiful place now because of her. She was my safe haven, my place of total acceptance. She taught me how to drive. She was waiting for me everyday after school. She took me to worship. She was my Gran and I love her.
I thank God for blessing me with her in my life.
It is not goodbye, just til I see her again.
Can you imagine the reunion that took place with the Turney girls?! Poor Earl, outnumbered still. Oh how she missed her sisters. And oh how happy she was to see them, I am certain.
After, we all gathered at Mom and Dad's to eat, visit, and ultimately divide up the plants! So many people loved her and it's nice to think that we all took a living piece of her memory home, even in the form of an ivy or azalea. I know my garden, like so many other parts of my life, will be a more beautiful place now because of her. She was my safe haven, my place of total acceptance. She taught me how to drive. She was waiting for me everyday after school. She took me to worship. She was my Gran and I love her.
I thank God for blessing me with her in my life.
It is not goodbye, just til I see her again.
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