Yes, I finally remembered ...

Thursday, November 26, 2015

On my own I have finally remembered it is our anniversary.  Yes, I know it sounds terrible that we never remember it or that we don't really celebrate it.  Heck, we haven't even had a honeymoon.

Yet, you have to know us to understand that for us it's okay.  Yeah, I would love to say we are going on a trip to Hawaii or even just somewhere in Louisiana.  Yet, my mind wanders and I try to put something together on this busy expensive holiday and then think:  all the time I am wasting.  If there is no place I'd rather be than with him then today my couch will do.
In the last 11 years, we have had some ups and downs, though honestly more downs than ups, yet the one thing that remains is him.  Despite the broken road I've traveled to get to him and the dusty path that causes us to lose focus we are still here, still holding hands and still together.  And though 11 years doesn't sound like much and our 15 years together isn't much either.
              I feel like I have been with him

(Courtesy of Sandlot)

Our marriage is probably made of more oh wells than Dryville.
We just make do with whatever is given to us, even when it is a vehicle that has more parts that don't work than do.
We know the difference between wants and needs.
We are faithful with what God provides.
I truly believe that's what makes our marriage work.
We accept what we cannot change and move on to what we can.  And most of the change has come from within.  
It seems fitting today that our anniversary falls on thanksgiving this year, because we have so much to be thankful for.
Happy Anniversary Bae!
I love you!
Even though




13 Traits of a Truly Amazing Son

Sunday, November 22, 2015

As I begin to wind down from one of the craziest days ever, I am able to think straight and can't help but be forever grateful for the understanding son that can put aside his birthday so mom can fulfill her duties and dreams.
It amazes me how my little Hunter Bunter has turned into a young man almost overnight.  I swear he grew a foot yesterday.  So his birthday was less than stellar and what makes him amazing is:
Trait #1:  he is understanding no matter the sacrifice
#2:  he is sensitive and doesn't like to see people cry
#3:  he is goofy and can make us all laugh, even when we want to knock him out to be quiet
#4:  he is full of determination, though sometimes I mistake it for stubborness
#5:  he is passionate about causes and always wants to help others
#6:  he is golden,  everything he attempts is achieved
#7:  he is so very handsome - you can't disagree with me there.
#8: he is confident, but not boastful though sometimes I think he needs to toot his horn just a little bit because I think he is totally awesome
#9: he is disorganized and random, though I can't say I love this, but sometimes it causes me to just take a deep breath and say is it really worth fussing about
#10:  he is loyal, if you are his friend he takes that job seriously -  no doubt he will forever be there for you
#11:  he cooks -  Thank god because sometimes I need a break and he knows just when I do need one
#12:  he has always been challenging, he has kept me on my toes as a parent from crawling out the crib at the age of 5 months to deciding he was done with school that he learned enough in the first grade. He has challenged me on every turn on this journey of parenthood, but I gladly accept them all because that means I get to be this amazing teen's mom.
#13:  and lastly he is loving and loves this crazy dreamer mom no matter how many bipolar, Tourette syndrome, ADD days she has, he still turns to me and says I love you!

Happy birthday Hunter!  I love you!

Simply Put

Saturday, November 14, 2015

15 years ago I met a guy.  He gave me his pager #.  Yes that existed when we met.  And it looked a little something like this:
To those of you that are looking at this and saying whaaaat?!  You are probably too young to read my blog anyway.  JK

Though he will tell you I asked for his pager #, it's all lies I tell Ya, all lies.  If you know my husband and know him well he is quite the charmer and considers himself a ladies man.  Though I can't disagree, I don't tell him often because then his head will blow up even more than he blows it up with his own compliments.
So back to the beginning, what really made him such an interesting person was his joy.  The joy in his smile, his voice, his soul.  He emitted joy throughout the room as he entered.  It was obvious how much he impacted the young and old.  They acknowledged him, smiled and reached out to him to hang out for awhile.  If you have the joy of knowing my husband, you know exactly what I'm talking about.
His joy has carried us through some rough times and made our good times even more amazing.  I am blessed to have such an amazing husband, father to our children, but most of all blessed to have even met him and to have been chosen as his wife.
He might not clean up after himself, laughs at his own jokes, is quite disorganized, and farts ALOT, but this guy:


Carries us through it


Enjoys every moment


Makes me feel beautiful


And makes us laugh ALOT!

We love you bae!
Happy Birthday!


17 Reasons and an Alibi

Wednesday, October 14, 2015

This GUY right here ...


the one above, yes the handsome one, with the beautiful eyes.
The one who stole my heart 17 years ago.
The one who gave me 17 reasons to love him today and forevermore.
I love ...

1. his infectious SMILE!
2. how he can inspire me to be a better mom, even if it's hard to face myself in the mirror.  He picks me back up and pulls me together.  Reminding me that it is okay that I am not a PERFECT mom!
3. that he is unashamed and I am not talking about an accidental fart in class, his dad singing at every wedding or my big mouth at a game.  He is unashamed of his FAITH.  It is a beautiful thing to watch his walk with God.
4. that he can make the most absurd sounds and enjoys SOUND effects just as much as I do.
5. how he can coral all his younger family members and friends into organized play, oh how this OCD mama loves this!
6. the theories he had as a child, that now make such wonderful and interesting STORIES to share.
7. that he is thoughtful and selfless, putting others NEEDS always before his own!  mainly my needs, as I rant on over the importance of folding all the towels in thirds and puberty over dinner.
8. the WAY he can reason with the angered, comfort the saddened, and rejoice with the overjoyed.
9. how without saying a word, he knows when I need him most, when he needs to pitch in and HELP out or if I look like I am about to have a mental break down and he warns others!
10. how chivalry is not lost on HIM.
11. when it counts that he learns the tough lessons in a big way, that become such a testimony to his FAITH!
12. that he is super talented artistically, but HUMBLE!
13. how no matter the situation, he remains RESPECTFUL.
14. that his words are never empty, they are full of emotion, full of IMPACT, full of thought, and full of reason.
15. how he OVERCOMES in the face of adversity.
16. that he HUGS tightly and is never the first to let go.
17. how he became more than I EVER imagined!

Being a parent is HARD, it's not easy putting many hours into a person and sending them out into the world.  Praying that you provided them with all the tools they needed to survive.  Praying you said just enough to pull them through.  Praying you did enough to help them succeed in life.  But there is never enough tools, rope, or money that prepares you for your children growing up.  There is only HIM!

I have always told the story of how Seth's name came to be (the short version: he was my second chance at life, read the bible.  If you want the long version, come have coffee with me someday).  But even after years of telling this story, I didn't know that 17 years ago I could have foretold how many chances would be brought forth thereafter.  Because with Seth, I strive to be a better mom, a better teacher, a better person.  He's taught me my biggest lesson in life - Mistakes don't define you, your response does!  And that is why I LOVE

THIS GUY right here ...


This handsome guy with the beautiful eyes and sincerely BEAUTIFUL SPIRIT!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SETH!  WE LOVE YOU!!

Oh and P.S. if he grows up to be a poor pitiful soul, my alibi is I lived away most of his life as an acrobat in the Barnum & Bailey Circus and his Dad raised him.

My Corner of the Bayou

Saturday, May 31, 2014

You might see our little corner of the bayou as you drive on down to Grand Isle Beach.  You might drive through as you head to work.  The winding road along the bayou is peaceful and serene.  The patina coated boats, bridges and buildings tell of a time when things were a lot simpler.  Merely a glimpse is not enough though to tell you the stories this little area has.  We have had some rough times, some tragic moments, some dark days where there seemed to be little to no hope.  I can't say that sometimes I didn't cry myself to sleep over some of the events and happenings in this little Cajun community. Yet this area has something so powerful, so beautiful that a hurricane, tornado, shooting, death or the devil can't take away and that is:

WE RISE!! 
 
Wherever your faith lies, wherever your heart is ... there is always hope, always the beauty of life that was given to us.  If even just for a moment, life can be fulfilling.  And though the road may be paved with dirt, our feet blistered and sore, the roots of the past breaking through the surface as obstacles - the journey we take is one we can only learn, prosper and grow from.

Life has been full of obstacles for my little corner of the bayou to overcome, but something you might not see on your afternoon drive is our will to rise, to live and move forward.  Recently, a young man was involved in a tragic incident that has shaken the community.  Though some have risen in anger, many rose in prayer and poured love over the families affected as they have each and every time something has happened.  See we don't just ball up and give up hope, we rise!  We rise to the occasion and pray together, love together and show up together.  It is engraved into our souls, it is how our ancestors did as well in our little corner of the bayou.

So, next time you are driving through my corner of the bayou or through a small town or even a big city ponder the stories and the obstacles so many have overcome and you just might find strength you didn't know you had to push you through your own obstacles.  The courage to take on another day and move forward, scrubbing the dirt from beneath your nails, tending to the blisters your journey has given you and walking over and past the roots of the past to face the road ahead of you.  The one that you were meant to lead, the one you were meant to fall, the one you were meant to rise back up on.

So I leave you with this:  my favorite poet/author/actress Maya Angelou's famous poem And Still I Rise:

Pimpin' horses, it's what we do ...

Friday, March 28, 2014

So riding along in the minivan is possibly one of my most favorite things to do, because I have the kids trapped within the confines of a large metal can doing 55mph down a highway.  No way they are getting out of a conversation in there.  No doors can be closed, no one can lock themselves in the bathroom or leave and ride their bikes to a friend's house.  No here I have their full attention and anyone else in the vehicle for that matter.  And do not underestimate me, because you are probably saying, "yeah but they'll just put their headphones on."  Well, no worries there - they'll hear me -

Have you heard me sing LOVE SHACK? - TIIIIIIIIIIN ROOF ... RUSTED!!!
 
Brief intermission:
 

 

Most of the time, we have loads of extra kids, teens, hooligans whatever you want to call them in the van.  (I have really just considered buying an airstream and taking my act on the road full time.)  Anywhooo, I try to use the time I have them on lock down as teaching moments.  And it works real well in traffic, so if you see me on the road arms flailing and in intense conversation you know what I am doing, either that or singing Don't Stop Believin'.  So, my conversations usually begin with a dramatic statement. 
It might be:
  • Think with the right head, boys.
  • Love ain't something you find every 2 weeks, it is one person - always.
  • Puberty is just when you start to stink and things start happening to your private parts.
  • Don't act like a terd, no one likes terds, especially your Dad's.
  • You want to do drugs, drink and smoke, go ahead, but you might as well just jump out this car and end it all now, because that's where you'll end up anyway.
Yes, I know what you are thinking, "ummm, okay."  But seriously, if you have kids, teens, hoodrats what ever you are calling them, you and I both know we can't waste any time beating around the bush, because you will lose them after the 1st sentence.  Get straight to the point, get their attention and then add details.

But sometimes, I let them lead the conversations. 
Which might look a little more like this:
  • I think I am having visions, like on That's So Raven.
  • I wonder who holds the record for the largest terd.
  • I think fast food was created for all those who are starving and Sonic put the workers on skates for all those who are starving to death.
  • You know how they pimp out cars, do you think way back that they pimped out horses?
photo courtesy of https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FnF2ROKtdMY
(just a note:  my kids talked about this way before this came out, but how funny is that?!)

Strange, but I am pretty sure we need some Construction workers as well ...

Thursday, March 27, 2014

So before I get started, I am going to say this:  You might not like what you read here, you might not agree, and I respect that. I hope that we can still be friends after I say this: (side note: I will mention YOU and WE a lot, that doesn't imply it is YOU directly.)

The path that education is taking is down a long, dark, narrow tube. We have stuffed all our children in this one tube, where they can't succeed and they are getting stuck and giving up. The narrow tube's options consist of them making excellent grades and that they choose educational paths that lead them to careers such as doctors, lawyers or engineers. 

Okay, so might I ask who is going to run the farms, the restaurants, the hotels, highway patrol, etc.??
My mama always said or somebody said, "It takes all kinds of people to run the world!"
 Why should they all be asked to meet one set of standards?
Why can't they meet the standards they have set? 
Why do they have to learn it the way you want them to? 
Why can't they just learn and if they get the answer right, who cares how they got it. 
 
They might be so intelligent that they came up with their own formula while figuring out world peace or something.  I mean people, really have you seen this video:



well you should, because yes our kids are amazing!!  Or at least they can be if we allow them to explore, discover themselves and work on their inner heart.  Not limit their options, force them into the pipe, and pray for a outstanding outcome.  Now, don't get me wrong, some of them are slacking and need a good whoopin' to get their tails in gear, but trust me, they have the potential, they have just given up due to feeling like a failure. 
(note to kids reading this:  if you are doing this, stop it NOW!  You are better than that.) 
Anyway, we are just stressing them out trying to meet the potential of the next door neighbor's kid or the kids across the ocean in Japan.  Let them set their own potential, bust out the side of that pipe dream that society has created for them and let them be their own person.  God did not make us all the same, because like your mama would say, "it would be a boring place if we were all the same."
We would all be like some Robocop type people, though I have to admit that might be kind of cool, at least my boys would think that is cool so maybe that is not a good example.  But since we are all different and not some version of Robocop or WallE then -

How come this theory doesn't apply in education? 
 
We can't all be doctors, because then there would be no nurses.  We can't all be lawyers, because then there would be no paralegals.  We are not only stressing our kids out, we are stressing out our teachers, schools and ourselves with the pressure to have all children excel at a certain level.  Your child might not be a chemical engineer, but your child might be the child that ends world hunger or creates a non-profit organization that assist victims of crime. 

Let them be who God intended them to be.  Accept their weaknesses and focus on their strengths. 
Let our teachers teach, there is a reason they chose this profession and trust me it wasn't for the pay or paperwork!
Stop sweating the small stuff and let them teach!
How is it fair that they be held accountable for a child who is clearly frustrated because they can't meet the expectations set before them so they give up and misbehave?
Why should it be up to the teachers to force subject matter a certain way down their throats? 
Let those teachers just do their job!
Let them teach how they see fit in each class.
 
And I get it some of these kids can handle it and they will be the geniuses who might cure cancer, but won't be able to grind a rotor on a car. 
 
Who is going to do that if we think that all our children need to be geniuses? 
 
Isn't there a saying that says, "If you love what you do, you'll never work a day in your life."  Well, I believe they won't be happy if we continue this way.
 
They feel like failures because they are trying to compete with the child who excels in school.
They feel like failures when they don't make perfect grades. 
They feel like failures when they solve something another way and are told it is wrong. 
They feel like failures when they don't go to college. 
THEY ARE NOT FAILURES. 
We have failed them. 
 
We have forced them into believing that if they don't conform to the pipe dream then they are failing.  We all have failed at something and we as parents have to reassure our children daily that they can do anything they set their minds to.  Even if it is waiting tables, being a door greeter, an artist or a writer.  They should not be ashamed of the job they have chosen.  They should be taught how to be hard workers and love the job they are doing.  We have pushed them into careers and professions only to complain that the generations of today are poor workers. 

Now, it goes without saying that yes an education is important, but we will not all make straight A's and pass every course.  I failed Spanish in college 3 times and had to keep withdrawing out of the class before it would affect my GPA of 3.8.  It wasn't until my professor finally said to me, "we are going to just have to find another way for you to earn these credits" that and "you are absolutely the worst Spanish student I have ever gotten" (he was a bad example of a teacher.)  But I realized I just couldn't pass everything.  I turned out fine, we all turned out fine with the education we were given, seriously - we have a generation that frickin' created google, facebook, and the world wide web!

Why do we have to keep fixing everything that is not broken? 
Why the pressure to be so smart? 
 Is that going to get you into heaven? 
 Is it going to fill your home with maids and butlers?
 (well, maybe - but the Olsen twins didn't even graduate before they could afford that.)

Go ahead, you can give it to me in the comments after and that's fine.  But I can't see how we are helping our children when all we are doing is making them dress the same, act the same, and now learn the same and be the same.
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