My Life is Based on a True Story

Staging an Intervention

2010-01-24T11:27:00.003-06:00

My sweet Bear has put his foot down. He has ordered me to not borrow anymore books from the library. In addition, I can't buy any more new ones.

It seems I have an addiction. An addiction to books. My nightstand is filled with books in the cabinet and overflowing with books on top. Several of the books, Bear & Lamb are waiting for me to read so we can talk about them. I have so many, I think it would take me two years or more to read them all.

Yet, even though I own all these books, I still borrow from the library. I *have* to read those books first so that others can read them. And so that I don't have to write my paycheck over to them for fines.

It's a vicious cycle. A cycle that Bear intends to stop. Right.Now.

Let's hope the withdrawal isn't too painful for me.

That Kind of Mom

2010-01-11T18:50:00.003-06:00

Why am I type of mom who picks up her child from school when he is fully capable of riding the bus? Because he asked me to and there's no reason why I can't. But, oh, I hate it. It is always an incredibly annoying experience. There is nothing pleasurable about the school's car rider line except for the conversations with Bear once he gets in the car.

I am reminded of a time when I had no idea how frustrating it could be to pick up a child from school. Before I knew that there are certain parents who feel entitled. How there are some rules that are obviously meant to be broken, even though 90% of us follow them.

The time I refer to, of course, is when I was the child waiting to be picked up. For my junior year, we lived in Massachusetts. By nature, I am a socializer. I enjoy talking with my friends. So my mom would sit there and wait. One day, she told me that if I made her wait one more time, she was going to drive off. I laughed.

The next day, I stood and talked with my friends for a few minutes. As I was talking, I saw my mom drive away. Yep. She left me. I had to walk home. I was not amused. My brother was. I never kept my mom waiting again.

Sadly, there isn't a fix for my current situation. It's not Bear's fault, other than the fact that he's adamant in his desire to not ride the bus.

I can't help but to think that karma is biting me in the butt.

Here I Sit

2010-01-04T18:43:00.002-06:00

Here I sit listening to the quiet. Tonight is Big D's first night back at his old job. With him gone, the tv can be off while homework is being worked on and/or book are being read. Silence is a heavenly thing, no?

What has been going on with us? You might be wondering.

Bear's Science Fair project. Folks, this isn't our science fair experiments of years past anymore. I.Despise.Them.
Lamb got a part in the UIL competition One Act Play. She finds out tomorrow what part she got. She's terribly excited and we are terribly proud.
Big D switched over to his old job as I mentioned. We found out the grass isn't always greener.
I am finally hip with technology and received an ipod touch for Christmas from Big D and my mom. I've been spending a lot of time importing my library of songs into itunes. Dang. Is there not an easier way to sync? Ah well. It's done. And spending a lot of time adding my photos to Flickr. Why? I have no idea. I sometimes get strange obsessions.
Big D & I are now embarking on our 21st year of marriage. That is so crazy to me. So.Crazy. Our 20th anniversary wasn't exactly spent how I wanted it to be, but it was a nice time.

So, that's what's been up with me and mine. Sort of. In a nutshell.

Now that that's out of the way. I have a quick question. Are ya'll going to say Twenty ten or Two thousand ten? The reason I'm asking is because this year I am working with a 2nd grader and 3rd grader (brothers, sadly enough) who have NO concept of the calendar. Every day it's almost like starting over. Right when we get the year 2009 down, it changes. I don't want to confuse them further so I wondered how the majority will say the year.

Peace and Love,

Shucks, the silence didn't last long. Bear just turned on the tv.

20 Years

2009-12-21T10:04:00.004-06:00

Twenty years ago, today, I was 19, engaged, and living with Big D. We were ten days away from our wedding.

Twenty years and two months ago, we had not even started planning our wedding. I had finally had enough of my dad's wife and her shenanigans. I was tired of my dad trying to keep peace. I was tired. Big D was tired of me being upset so for the hundredth time, he suggested I just move out and I could stay with him. That day, I took him up on his offer.

I don't regret that decision. However, I regret rushing. I abruptly decided that we should be married in November. Luckily, my best friend talked me out of that. But she only bought a month. I then decided that we should be married New Year's Day. The preacher couldn't do it that day, so New Year's Eve became the date.

I was the least interested bride there has ever been, I think. I bought my dress out of the JCPenney's catalog. I tried it on once, at home, and determined it fit. I then never tried it on again until the wedding day. Music? I have to pick out music? Whatever the pianist wants to play.

The flowers. Oh, the flowers. I was home for Thanksgiving and went flower shopping with my mom & grandmother. I think they were both pretty fed up with me. We walked into the shop and I noticed these dried roses. For some reason, they spoke to me. So I decided that those are what I wanted.

Yes, my friends, I carried DEAD roses down the aisle. My maid of honor carried dead roses. And the groom & best man had dead roses for their boutonnieres. I laugh at myself now. But, at the time, I thought that was pretty cool. I'm surprised my mom & grandmother didn't say anything. Maybe they were happy I made a decision or that I wasn't being expensive. Who knows?!

The only thing I knew I wanted was a photographer. Of course, we couldn't afford that. My mom's cousin took the pics and he did a good job. My favorite co-worker made my wedding cake and hat.

Nineteen years, eleven months, and twenty-one days ago, somehow, it all came together without any help from me. My dress was a tad big, we didn't know how to secure my hat to my hair. I was married by the man who also baptized me in the church I grew up in. It was three hours away from where I currently lived so mainly the only guests were my grandparents friends. I had some family in attendance. Big D had none. We didn't care.

Oh, and how did the Cinderella fairy tale end? Well, when my dad returned home from the wedding, his wife had moved out. He is much happier now. Has a wonderful wife of 13 years.

Big D & I haven't always lived Happily Ever After but I can't imagine living this life without him. It's been the ride of our lives!

Towels

2009-11-28T11:50:00.001-06:00

Big D and I received towels as a wedding gift and never bought another one until about a year ago. And then we only bought a couple. We really need some new towels.

So this year as we were shopping on Black Friday, we bought some more. But, here's the deal. I want some that I can wrap around my wet hair. Why do they not make that size anymore? It stinks.

I have to wrap a huge towel around my head. Oh well, I guess it prepares me for that huge, heavy headdress when I'm a Vegas Showgirl.

Thanksgiving Tradition

2009-11-24T17:20:00.002-06:00

I have noticed over the past ten years or so that I have started a tradition. It's one that Bear doesn't really care for.

That's about the time when I started cooking Thanksgiving dinner myself. I don't like to cook. And that requires a whole lot of cooking.

So, the few days before the holiday, I cook a meal that can be left-overed (lovely word I just made up) until Thanksgiving. Less cooking for me and it makes the meal that much more yummy when we eat it.

Bear hates it because it usually involves spaghetti or chili. Two meals that he can not stand.

Strange boy. Some may argue that he has a strange mama, too.

Coming Soon

2009-11-18T22:02:00.002-06:00

You'll be hearing a lot more from me.

Big D will be going back to nights in the next couple of weeks. That'll leave me a lot of time during the evenings to visit and post.

Aren't ya'll lucky???? :)

My Star

2009-11-11T18:59:00.001-06:00

My goodness. I've been quiet. I need to do better about that.

Part of the reason has been spent being a chauffeur for my rising star. Lamb performed in her first high school stage production.

She even had her very own personal make up artist! My brother's girlfriend knows all about make up and skin care so she lent her services to Lamb. Lamb loved it!

She was in "The Miracle Worker" as a blind girl at Annie Sullivan's school. She also played the part of Annie Sullivan's brother's voice in Annie's dream sequences. I'll be honest. They were weird and, if not for Lamb, I could have done without those scenes. Strange. Strange. Odd.

The entire cast did an amazing job. They literally moved me to tears. When Helen finally made the connection, I just cried. There is a big difference between Helen and the students I work with. However, all of us try so hard to make them see connections to what we are trying to teach them. Some of them never get it. But, some of them do. And it's such a gift to see their faces light up and to see them feel smart. I know a small part of how Ann Sullivan felt.

And Lamb's BFF came to see her. I think Lamb was happier about that than having her family come watch. Unfortunately, my camera was acting up so my shots aren't clear. :( I think the joy is pretty evident, blurry or not.

The only mar on the evening was the playbill. Lamb's name was spelled incorrectly all over the place. Including in the ads that my mom and I paid for. I understand that with common names, there are some who do not pay attention to spellings. But when you are dealing with someone's money, pay attention to the details. Double check your spellings.

All in all, I just can not wait to see Lamb on stage again. I love it so much!

Next up? Seeing her BFF in her stage production of "Metamorphoses" this coming weekend. It's going to be good!

Disco Fever

2009-10-25T22:39:00.003-05:00

Bear went to his very first official school dance. He just went. He had no idea which of his friend would be there. He just wanted to hang out, mingle, and dance, baby!The boy loves to dance and to pose, so he wanted to let ya'll in on some of his moves.

The ever popular Sprinkler.

A new fad called the Jerk. Takes skill and concentration to skip backwards.

The silly Stanky Leg.

He wanted to do the Michael Jackson crotch grab, but changed his mind when I told him it'd cost him $50.

Some things just aren't worth the money.

Let's Talk About Boys

2009-10-12T13:11:00.002-05:00

No, not this boy.Or, this one.

And not this fine lad.

I want to talk about this boy. And maybe your boy, too.

I am in the midst of finding a new doctor for Bear. I will never again take him to the one he's had since we've moved here. We all talk about girls' self esteem. But, I think, at times, we forget that boys are just as prone to self doubt as girls.

I am going through that right now. Back to the pediatrician. She messed with my mind. When Bear was a baby, we moved here. We had to leave our beloved pediatrician behind. Try as I might, he just wouldn't move with us. Not knowing anyone, it was luck of the draw.

On our first visit, she mentioned that Bear did not get his height gene from his dad. And she would mention that several times throughout the years. I come from brothers who are well over 6 feet tall. Big D is 6'1". I just assumed Bear would be over six feet. As soon as those words came out of her mouth, I started obsessing. I would compare Bear to other children. I would constantly check his height against that archaic curve chart.

I lost sight of the fact that he was healthy. That he was growing. That he was happy. As soon as I got over myself, I realized that no matter his size, he has a lot going for him. I started noticing that while he's certainly not taller than anyone, he is not, by any means, abnormally short either.

All was right in my world. Then, it happened. We took Bear to the doctor to have his spine checked out for scoliosis. And I'll be danged if the doctor didn't make a comment about his size IN FRONT OF BEAR.

Bear is smart, clever, handsome, charismatic, charming, and everything good. But, sadly, he's also like me. He's a worrier. He takes things to heart. He obsesses. And this doctor sparked something in him that he really hadn't paid attention to before then.

What I used to do, he started doing. The first week of intermediate was rough because he felt so small. He was unable to see that he is right there in the pack. He focused on praying that he'll at least be 5'10". Silly things. Because, again, size does not matter. But, in our society, a tall man gets noticed. Girls, generally speaking, want a man taller than they are.

Then a God thing happened. And I will forever love God for many reasons, but this is right up there. Bear was measured at school. Right now, at age 12, he's three inches shorter at 4'9" than I am. His growth has yet to even begin. And, the kicker. Big D was looking at his passport he had when he was five. It listed his height as 3'8". A couple of days later, Bear found the baseball card of his first year, age 5, in little league. It also listed his height. 3'7". Oh, the joy on his face when he saw that he was only an inch shorter than his daddy at the same age.

I'm not sure how accurate either height was at the time. But, my lips are firmly sealed. And I keep reiterating all Bear's positive attributes. And, how, even if he's only a little bit taller than me, he'll be perfect in God's eyes and some sweet thang's eyes. He'll grow up to be amazing. And I'm going to make sure he believes it in himself.

Who said it's harder to raise girls???

Lady Who Lunches

2009-10-05T03:11:00.001-05:00

I love to eat lunch with friends. I used to lament over the fact that by working, I never get to go out to eat with my non-working friends. Then I realized that yeah, I may not be eating yummy food. But, I am eating outside of home and with some ladies who I truly enjoy their company. My partners in crime, my co workers. We vent, we talk, we laugh, and sometimes we cry. It just never lasts nearly long enough!

I do still get together for lunch with the friends I first met when we moved here. Moving to a new place is one of the hardest and scariest things I've done. Once you are an adult, it's hard to make friends. I was a stay at home mom with two very young kids. It was quite lonely. Then Lamb started school.

Her best friend was a demanding sort of girl and she always demanded to her mom that Lamb be invited over. They also used to go to the parks. By these invitations, her mom & I became good friends. Then, the following year, we met another mom.

We would hang out waiting for the bell to let the kids out of school and talk. Then, slowly, the kids started to move on to the next level of their education. First, the twin daughters. Then, Lamb and the daughter of one friend and the son of the other. Bear was next to move on. Now, there is only the youngest son of my friend left.

While one of the ladies and I keep in better contact with each other, the moms have also moved on. The three of us didn't all have kids at the school anymore. I started working full time at the school. One friend started working full time at a library. The kaleidoscope turned.

Even though the three of us don't have that daily connection (& except for Lamb and one of the boys, the kids aren't friends with each other), we try to get together for lunch at least once a season on the weekends. Our families know not to expect us for hours. We met just a couple of weekends ago and sat in the restaurant for 3 hours. We couldn't believe how fast time flew while we sat there and caught up with each other.

I wish we could see each other more often. But, I am thankful that we make time for each other when we can. And I am thankful for the two of them!

Save a Life, Feel Your Boobies

2009-10-04T14:55:00.003-05:00

I am very fortunate. Breast cancer does not run in my family. But it does run in the family of many people I love. Bubba's Mom has battled it THREE times and fought like a champion and won. Another friend of mine's mom survived it and now her sister-in-law is battling. I could go on and on.

And I'm well aware that breast cancer in families has to start with someone and that someone could be me.

I am boobylicious. And this summer I also discovered that I am getting quite fibrous. That makes the self check a tad bit more complicated. So my doctor recommended the mammos start a year early. Truly, truly not a big deal. It didn't even hurt.

October is Breast Cancer Awareness month. Ladies, please check your breasts. Get those annual mammograms if it's time. And click the link to help fund those who can't afford one. It's worth double this month. :)

Images courtesy of Google Images

The Old Man, The Diva, and The Stalker

2009-10-03T10:31:00.005-05:00

My zoo consists of Tyler J. Woofington III, Professor Fluffykins, and Mr. Squeakers. It's a fun place to visit filled with lots of crazy antics. Some fun, some not so fun.

However, we received a notice from our vet informing us that since Ty is now a senior canine citizen, he now needs a more specialized visit. What? A senior canine citizen???? Then we started to notice little things. Our protector has slowly turned into an old man. He still has a lot of years left, but it is obvious that he isn't the spry pup he once was. :(

Then we have our little diva, Professor Cleo Fluffykins. She's actually older than Ty but she still has quite the spring to her step.

And, finally, Elvis. Little did we know when we named him that it was after Elvis, the later years. For such a large kitty, he has a small, high voice. He's a silent cat, unlike Cleo who is a talker. When he speaks, it sounds like a squeak. All the sweet baby does is eat, sleep, and stalk. He goes "to bed" around 10am and we don't see him again until around 6pm or so. His favorite activity, besides eating, is stalking Cleo or even Ty, sometimes. Unfortunately for him, but fortunately for Cleo, he can't jump up to high places. Cleo can with grace and agility. She just smirks down at him.

My zoo. I wouldn't trade any of them and would add more if we had the room, money, & time to raise a new baby!

2009-09-28T19:12:00.002-05:00

This marked Lamb's first Homecoming Dance and Bear's first baseball game of the season. Lamb did not go with a date, but with a group of friends. We were so proud of her for going. Usually, she only goes places if her bestie is going, too. However, they go to different high schools so that was not an option. It really made us happy that she decided to go. She even went to the movies with one of the girls!

Another thing that pleased us is that she did not require a new dress. Sure, she could have used one. I would have loved to have been able to buy her a new one. But, the timing wasn't right. And she never even asked. She dug in her closet and found a dress she felt would work. Yay, Lamb!

Bear had a great game. The thing I like about Fall Ball is that Bear is able to shine. I'm not sure why it doesn't happen in the Spring. Maybe it's because there aren't as many boys playing in the fall so the competition isn't as intense? Who knows... He is the lead off batter which is great for his self confidence! He's used to being on the bottom of the rotation. He made contact with the ball every at bat. Unfortunately, he got left on base. But, hey! At least he was on base. He even got to play his old position of 2nd base. Hello, my friend, it's been awhile. :)

May I just say it was miserably hot? I really didn't enjoy sitting out there. And, how bad a mama am I for being ecstatic that practice got rained out today?

Yeah, that's what I thought.

The Grass Truly Isn't Greener

2009-09-22T19:54:00.003-05:00

It's funny how life works out. It was so important a few months ago for Big D to have a position with daytime hours. We thought it would make him so much happier and make our family a better well-oiled machine.

So, if you remember, Big D took a position he didn't really want. The thought being it would lead to the position he really wanted. Then the recession hit.

Big D works for a national company. They have never been in danger of bankruptcy, but they also wanted to make sure they would never come close. Every one in the company had to take a pay cut. Raises, bonuses and extra benefits were gone. And the position Big D sought was cut (no one lost their job, just no one was hired to replace or new hire).

Here Big D is stuck in a job he hates. A job with daytime hours that doesn't really help. He works 45 miles from home. And if you know anything about Houston traffic, you know to double & sometimes triple that for travel time. He leaves the house at 6am and gets home, if he's lucky, at 6pm. In bed by 9pm.

In short, it's not all it was hoped to be.

But now he has the opportunity to go back to his original position. A job he truly enjoyed but couldn't stand the hours. However, this position is under a different company umbrella. They have their raises and 401k back. Right now, struggling with his pay cut, that sounds pretty sweet.

Not to mention the fact that he'd be available to transport Bear to school and Lamb home from school, and all those pesky appointments that crop up with kids.

Yeah, Big D is going back to nights. Sigh.

He Has My Heart

2009-09-18T22:25:00.002-05:00

The news of his being came on the heels of a miscarriage. When I was 12 weeks along, I was in a car accident. And he has brought drama to my life ever since. His birth was even filled with drama. I didn't think I was truly in labor when I went to the hospital. Imagine my surprise to find out I was already 9½cms along. He was ready to be born. Big D calls him his little football because the doctor literally caught him like a football. Drama and more drama.

He came into the world with an oral fixation. He needed his pacifier. And, as we forced him to outgrow it, he replaced his need with words and noises.

Even though I "complain" about his loudness, I wouldn't trade those words and noises for anything in this world. Because some of those words and noises are the sweetest, most caring, and thought provoking sounds to my ears.

He is 12 years old today. My how the years have flown by. Years where he has taught me patience, the glory in getting things done today rather than tomorrow, and the capacity to love another human being as much as I love his sister.

I didn't think that was possible. And it wasn't, at first. But, as Bear lived day by day, he captured my heart. He is a persistent creature! A demanding creature! ;)

So much drama in the last 12 years. And they have been the best 12 years of my life! I am so lucky to get to be with him and his sister every single day.

Happy Birthday to my Bear!

Another One

2009-09-14T21:17:00.002-05:00

In the past few months, we have lost someone iconic from my childhood, Farrah Fawcett, my teenhood, Michael Jackson, and now my young adulthood. RIP Patrick Swayze. He fought a long, hard battle but is at peace now.

I look forward to the day I can introduce Dirty Dancing, Ghost, and some other movies to Lamb.

The Generosity of Moms

2009-09-13T21:38:00.005-05:00

Neither hurricanes-that-weren't nor hurricanes-that-were got in the way of Bear's birthday baseball game. For that, we are very thankful.

It was a great day for a baseball game. My mom generously purchased field level seats right on the 1st base line. Awesome!

For Bear's special dinner, we had Extreme Hot Dogs. Bear is eating a Texas Most Wanted dog. It comes with barbeque brisket, onion, and pickles. He opted to forgo the onions and pickles. I had the Cincinnati dog with chili, cheese, and onions. Big D had a Coney Island dog with chili, onions, and mustard. Chili and mustard? Lamb and my mom also had the Texas one.

For his dessert, we had ice cream in Astros helmets. Yum! We'll have his birthday cake on Friday, his actual birthday.

This weekend also had us going to the theater, courtesy of my mom. Lamb and I love Grease. The movie is the first movie I remember seeing in the theater. The first movie I fell in love with the moment I saw it. I have seen the movie and stage version several times. But, I never tire of seeing it.

So when my mom found out it was coming to Houston, she knew that the three of us would have to go. I must say, that this was probably the most interesting one so far. Before the show "Vince Fontaine" came out and sang, danced, and did some audience interaction. Fun!

Then we had Taylor Hicks as the Teen Angel. Frenchie had a new line. After he sang "Beauty School Drop-Out" to her, she told him that she voted for him. Ha! Once Curtain Call ended, he came out to sing his latest single to the audience.

When we saw Grease in NYC, Taylor Hicks had to leave before the show was over. He pre-autographed a bunch of playbills and the security passed them out at the stage door while we waited for the performers.

This time, he hung around for a few minutes and autographed live. Lamb was able to get one. He wasn't taking any pictures or really talking much. As a matter of fact, he seemed like he was in a big hurry. He wasn't rude tho! Just hungry, I'm sure. But it was still a cool experience for Lamb. She didn't like him on American Idol but she appreciated the opportunity to see him.

A pretty fun weekend which makes me very thankful to have my mom! It wouldn't have been possible without her.

Now why can't she just have a magic wand and make it Friday night again?

It's Been a Year

2009-09-12T09:39:00.002-05:00

This time, a year ago, I was still carefree and naive. My biggest concern was Bear's birthday. By the time the darkest of night reached us, I witnessed first hand the fury of Nature. And it's scary.

In the late hours of tonight and the early hours of tomorrow, the one year anniversary of Hurricane Ike is marked. My roof, after many months, is fixed. My fence, while not pretty, is put back together. But, there are many things that still aren't fixed. One of my friend's condo is still exactly as it was after Ike. Such an injustice. Businesses such as the yummy Tookie's have decided not to reopen. (It's totally on my list of best burgers and I know would have made the Texas Monthly list as well.) Many families are still trying to put their lives back together.

It's unrealistic to hope this never happens again. But, that's what I do. Hope and pray we don't have another hurricane in this area.

We Will Never Forget

2009-09-11T06:57:00.002-05:00

Good Grief

2009-09-08T19:32:00.003-05:00

I am not a democrat.

I am not a republican.

I am an American.

I am not an Obama lover.

I am not an Obama hater.

I am a parent.

I read the speech. I did not watch it as our district did not air it during school.

I was not offended. There are some kids out there who need to hear those words. From someone not their parent. From someone not their teacher. From someone not their principal. A fresh viewpoint. A fresh voice.

I pray that some lost soul truly heard. That some lost soul was motivated to be a greater person. That some lost soul felt cared for and respected. I work with children who have already "given up", lost the drive, or, frankly, care more about surviving than their schoolwork even as young as elementary age. I want them to know, to believe, that they can do anything. Anything. that they set their mind to do. I pray that all children stopped to think. To feel empowered about who they can become and to feel that they can jump those high, high hurdles.

And I would pray those things no matter who said the words.

My Mother Did My Homework

2009-09-06T15:30:00.002-05:00

Last Thursday,Bear and I went to Meet the Teacher night at his school. This was the first year I have gone with him. Usually, I know his teachers so we'd skip the info night. Truthfully, I wanted to skip this one, too. I figured I know how the school works since I went to Lamb's Meet the Teachers.

However, it was important to Bear to show me a glimpse of how his day runs. He wanted to show me the times he goes to his lockers, his seats, and where he sits in the cafeteria. So, I put on my Good Mom button and mustered up the energy to go.

Even though I hadn't been at home all evening and I was bone tired, I'm so glad I went. Bear made it quite entertaining for me. I was able to read this poem he wrote in English that brought tears to my eyes. I met one of his new friends. And overhearing a conversation convicted Bear that there is one more friend he needs to make. He never ceases to amaze me.

I also goofed. I love a good brain/math puzzle. Sitting in the Math class, waiting for the "tardy" bell, I saw this written on the board: How can you make 1,000 using eight 8's and only addition? Thinking it was from earlier in the day, I whipped out a pen and some paper. I solved it and discussed my strategy with Bear. Afterward, Bear laughed and said that they didn't do that today. Sigh. Ok. Then, before we were dismissed to the next class, the teacher told us to write the teaser down and for an easy 100, the student could turn it in on Friday.

Bear had a belly laugh then. He let me know that he would have figured it out on his own so he was going to turn it in anyway. I winked at him and told him that, in his shoes, I'd do the same thing.

My Mission

2009-09-01T19:48:00.005-05:00

Today, one of my friends brought the magazine, Texas Monthly, to work to use as an example of non-fiction. On the cover was this scrumptious looking hamburger. I was unable to thumb through the magazine but it looks like they found 50 of the best burgers in Texas.

I love a good burger. My favorites include, but aren't limited to, Whataburger for fast food and Dyer's in Memphis. I miss that place! They are pretty famous. When they opened a new location, they had police escorts for the grease that was going to the new restaurant.

The one on the cover came from Fredicksburg, TX. Just a day trip from Houston.

It's my mission to try as many of these burgers as I can. Yes, I am watching my cholesterol but I won't do this daily. ;) I do believe I should decide for myself if Texas Monthly is correct.

Now, I just need to convince Big D that this is something that must be done.

Choosy Moms

2009-08-30T09:35:00.003-05:00

When I was pregnant with Lamb,for whatever reason, Big D & I were at the grocery store to buy peanut butter. I looked at all the choices available to me and felt overwhelmed. "Big D, what brand should we buy?????"

Big D looked at me and said: "Well, you are about to be a mom and choosy moms choose Jif."

So that's what we bought. And, to this day, it's the only peanut butter I'll buy because of Big D's words (and Jif's ad slogan).

I will also buy only Sunbeam bread. Living in Pine Bluff, Arkansas, we would drive by this billboard for Sunbeam. It is huge with a girl swinging across the sign. Sunbeam reminds me of home, of my youth.

What about you? Are there any brands you'll buy because of their slogans or sentimental value?

We Survived!

2009-08-26T19:05:00.003-05:00

A few days after the end of 5th grade, Bear came to me late one night and whispered that he'd miss me, too.

A few weeks into summer vacation, Bear was excited about "starting his new life" and couldn't wait for it to begin.

A few days before the start of his new life, he was upset that his teacher didn't retain him.

The night we got his schedule and locker combination, he didn't have the confidence in himself. He struggled with the locker at first. I could see the tension in his shoulders and eyes. I wanted So Badly to step in and help him. But, of course, I couldn't. He had to learn that he could do things on his own.

And then there's Lamb. When we got her schedule, we saw that she was put into journalism instead of dance 2. I filled out the required paperwork to correct it. I told Lamb that if it wasn't correct, she had to take care of it. She told me that she'd rather keep it the same than try to figure out what she needs to do. ARGH!!!!! She LOVES dance and has never expressed an interest in journalism. I told her then that I would not be taking care of it for her. If that's the stance she was going to take,then sobeit.

The morning of the 1st day of school was the hardest I've had in four years. Leaving Bear with tears in his eyes was difficult. Unfortunately, with his school hours, I was unable to take him to school. For the first time ever. Fortunately, I have a brother who is able to transport him for me. I gave Bear a kiss in his hand and left with Lamb.

After I dropped Lamb off, it was the loneliest morning for me. No children in the car. No children at the school. Well, none of MY children. There were plenty of other people's children.

Both of them had a fabulous first day! Whew. Bear realized he could do this. He had no problems with his locker. The one time he got lost, he got a teacher to direct him. And he saw some familiar faces. He goes to a different intermediate school than the one his elementary classmates go to.

And then there's Lamb. She is taking journalism 1, not dance 2. Lucky for her, there is a good reason. Dance 2 is only offered during the same period that Production 2 is offered. Acting is more important to her than dancing. Plus, she thinks journalism sounded interesting.

Oh yeah, and there's a friend in that class. That's huge for shy, reserved Lamb. She also has a circle of friends to eat lunch with. That doesn't matter to her as much as it matters to me.

Yes, fabulous first days!

Bad News, Good News

2009-08-19T18:37:00.002-05:00

I always like to start off with the bad news. That makes the good news even sweeter. Yesterday morning, we woke up to find Lamb's hedgehog, Charlotte (Charlie), had passed away. We were in complete and utter shock. She wasn't even a year old. We aren't sure what exactly happened. Needless to say, it was a sad day in our house.

Now for the good news. The beast that has kept me away this summer is finished! I can now cross off "make Bear's blanket" on my list. I am so happy to be done with it. But, I'm at a loss as to what do with myself now. ;)

I'm Alive!

2009-07-31T14:49:00.003-05:00

Wow. I've done a horrible job of blogging this summer. I've done a tad bit better at commenting.

There really hasn't been much to talk about. I've been spending my days watching old shows & movies with the kids. Reading, reading, reading! Working on Bear's blanket. I scrapped the original one and started a new one on a knitting loom. Bear is ok with that. I will be finished before school starts. Oh yes, I will. I'll post a pic of it just for ya'll! ;) Oh yeah, and spending some time on that huge time waster, Facebook.

I've also caught up on some doctor's visits. Had some blood work done to check my thyroid. My thyroid is ok, my cholesterol is just over the high mark so I have to make some food changes. Never fun. Of course, with my thyroid ok, I have to wonder why I'm so tired and unmotivated a lot of the time. Maybe I'm just lazy. ;)

I will also have my very first mammogram next week. I'm not nervous about the results but I do have a lot of fibroids. I wonder how that will play out. We shall see. I am anxious about having it done only because it's an unknown world to me. Not sure what to expect. So, all in all, I'll be glad when it's over.

Last weekend, I went to Moms' Camp with Bubba's Sis. It was so nice to getaway. We went trail riding, skeet shooting (and I have the HUGE bruise to prove it), learned how to knit, and how to transfer a picture onto fabric for a photo quilt. We came away with some excellent ideas for Christmas presents. We were going to do archery but both of us decided that our arms just couldn't handle it after 25 rounds of skeet shooting. That gun was heavy!!

Back to the skeet shooting, I'm not sure why I bruised like that. I held the gun snug where the instructor told me. However, I bruised on the soft part of my upper arm. So weird. The gun wasn't even there. Sunday, I felt like I had been in a car accident. The kick of the gun really impacted me. It was fun, but I'm not sure I'd do it again. I didn't hit a one anyway. Hand-eye coordination is not my friend. Plus, with my astigmatism, moving objects aren't my friend either.

Cleo, our 8 year old cat, had to have minor surgery last week. She's recovering remarkably well. We've kept her separate from the boys for several days. Elvis can't stand it. For one thing, his man cave is under our bed. He sleeps under there All Day Long. Cleo has been recuperating in our bathroom/bedroom. Elvis doesn't like being denied. Today, we let Cleo free and have been keeping a sharp eye on all the animals. We don't want Cleo to have a set back. I'm pretty proud of her! She seems to be a healthy healer. Whew.

I've also been going to lunch, movies, & shopping with friends. That's always one of the highlights of summer for me. That and vacation but vacation didn't happen this summer. It's still been a good one!

I hope ya'll have been having a wonderful summer!

What Is Old Is New Again

2009-07-13T11:31:00.003-05:00

Lamb is currently obsessed. With the tv show, Happy Days. It started when we took her to see the musical. I have been borrowing the series from the library (sadly, only up to season 4 is on dvd at this moment). She's like me in that she likes to watch things in order. So you can imagine her horror when season 4 came available before season 3.

She decided to be a rebel and watch it anyway. Because she's naughty like that.

Imagine my horror when she lamented that watching the show always makes her hungry. Mrs. C makes *the* best meals and they are always homecooked. There's always good food in the fridge and pantry.Poor Lamb. She grew up in the wrong era. Instead she got stuck with a mom who can't stand to be in the kitchen. There's not enough room with all the dirty dishes that Lamb hasn't taken care of yet. (I bet Joanie never neglected her chores.) It's hot. It's stressful. And I don't produce good meals.

Oh, happy days here in the 2000's.

I Worry Myself At Times

2009-07-05T14:48:00.003-05:00

While at the Dr Pepper Museum, yes, yes, I know I have yet to share pictures. I plan to do that soon. Anyway, while there, I greatly embarrassed myself.

At the ticket counter, the lady told us there was a whale where you could guess how many Dr Peppers it could hold. At the end, I commented to the family that I didn't see the whale to guess. They looked at me dumbfounded. Then burst out laughing.

She said "well" not "whale" and I never even connected the dots.
Even though I took pictures of it.

Yes, It's Summer

2009-07-01T15:54:00.003-05:00

We have been on summer break for almost a month. A month trying to entertain a high strung/high energy child.

My kids love each other, are best friends, in fact. But, they are kids. There's been a lot of bickering back & forth. Which means room time. Ahhh, room time.

When they were younger & were sent to their rooms, Lamb would get in her closet and Bear on his wall on the other side. They'd continue to talk back & forth using their imagination. Not so anymore.

One particular afternoon, they continued to fuss & argue even in their rooms. I had to demand no talking to each other. Lamb decided to be passive aggressive. She pulled out her recorder and started playing Hot Cross Buns. Over and Over again.

Bear could be heard in his room saying: "Bear wishes someone would kill the dead rat making horrific noises in Lamb's room." Over and Over again.

I have a lot of patience but even I reach my wit's end. I might have raised my voice. I might have been angry at Bear. The details are sketchy.

A few minutes later, I received this on my cell phone.Dang. He makes it hard to stay mad.

Ah, summer time.

That's NOT My Mama

2009-06-29T11:25:00.003-05:00

You've seen this picture here and here before on my blog.

It's part of our history here in Houston and one thing I always look forward to seeing when we head downtown to an Astros game or whatnot.

So you can imagine my dismay when we headed to the Astros game Saturday night. I glanced to my left and let out an audible gasp. I scared the family, it was so loud.

Then I hear the words "That's NOT my Mama" uttered. I was so sad.

They painted her.

*I apologize for the quality of the picture. Big D was traveling fast and I had to snap it quick in the midst of my despair.

Photo Contest

2009-06-23T11:11:00.002-05:00

Voting for photos begins today at Company Girl. The winners will have their photos published in a beautiful coffee table style book about friendship. My friend, forgetfulone, has two photos I'd love you to vote for: one of her daughter and her two friends waiting to get makeovers and one of Bubba's Sis, Forgetfulone, Kris, and me (blog/facebook/real life friends) when we met for the first time. They are numbers 310 and 311. Thank you for helping out my friend!

I Want These Chairs!

2009-06-22T12:12:00.003-05:00

Last week, Big D was on vacation. We couldn't go on a big trip, but it was a nice week. On Wednesday, we drove to Waco to tour the Dr Pepper Museum (more on that later). Going back home, we drove through College Station to eat at Rosa's Cafe. Big D has eaten there before during his travels and wanted to share with us.

It was yummy food! But, I fell in love with the decor. Especially these chairs.
Big D found it all gaudy. What does he know? Unfortunately, it doesn't look like I'll be able to decorate our dining room like that. Sigh. It's hard to be me sometimes. ;)

Camera Critters #63

2009-06-20T13:45:00.002-05:00

Playing with the laser is one of the things that Elvis loves to do.

It's hard work.

I Heart Faces - Sepia Edition

2009-06-16T12:10:00.002-05:00

Sibling Love

Camera Critters #62

2009-06-13T14:45:00.002-05:00

All three of those robes used to be mine. But, as each boy came into my life, he stole my robe.

Of course, the critters probably would have left them alone if I would have picked them up off the floor....

So Many Books

2009-06-11T09:37:00.002-05:00

So Little Time...

You can't tell, but the books are stacked two deep. Thank goodness it's summer so I can get busy on my reading!

And I need to stop buying/borrowing books until I catch up!

Slap of Reality

2009-06-08T10:57:00.003-05:00

Friday morning, as I was "whining" about Bear leaving me for another school, a mother I personally know was giving anything to have her oldest son just be alive.

When Lamb was in 1st grade, there was a sweet little boy who stumbled when he walked. Sometimes he'd fall for no apparent reason. As the school year went on & everyone got to know him & his family better, we learned that he had several disabilities. He would not live past his early twenties.

By the end of 2nd grade, he was in a wheelchair full time. His leg muscles ceased to work and there were times that his arms were too tired to function. Still, he remained cheerful & upbeat. He was embarrassed to have to ask for help and rarely complained of discomfort. If he did, you knew he meant it.

His mom would speak to the class while he was at a special class about what his disabilities were and to answer any questions. She only had to do that for a couple of years. Everyone knew him and everyone loved him. They accepted him.

When I became a faculty member, he was in 4th grade. I was fortunate enough to work with him & his best friend. I was able to get to know him & his mom better. As all children do, he moved on to his different schools. In his first year of high school, he became involved with the tech side of drama. The tech teacher really took him under his wing and helped tremendously.

Last Thursday, they were a family of five: two parents who loved their kids, the older brother who was Lamb's age, and two younger siblings. The mother is battling cancer while still doing everything possible to ease the comfort of her oldest and be there for the two youngest.

Last Friday, while I was sad, she was grieving. That sweet 15 yr. old boy passed away. He had been in the hospital for awhile. Complications from a surgery caused his heart to start to fail. Ever the sweet boy, he told his mother he would do it again in a heartbeat. Because the pain was gone. What a gift he gave the mother who was questioning the decision for the surgery.

And a special shout out to the wrestler, The Undertaker. The boy is a huge wrestling fan. I'm not sure how, but he ended up talking to The Undertaker on the phone for hours. The wrestler prayed with him, laughed with him, and listened. He's now all right in my book.

Yes, I'm still sad that our lives have changed. But I am so very grateful that I have a son who will come home to me at the end of the day.

Godspeed, Sweet Boy. I know you are running, jumping, dancing with the angels.

A Day of Good-Byes

2009-06-05T12:11:00.002-05:00

The last day of school is always a bittersweet day for me. In my department, we tend to work with the kids all through out their elementary years. I always tend to form an emotional attachment to most of them.

There was the boy who reminded me of Bear. If I could have adopted him, I would. He had no reason being in our department, but because of emotional issues, he was.

There was the sweet girl who was so thoughtful and caring. She always remembered our birthdays. She would bring back gifts when she went on vacation. She even came back to the school this year to give us a Christmas treat.

And this year, oh this year. There's my boy who has autism. I have worked on & off with him since kindergarten. Always quick with a smile, offering his snack & chair to me. Some days I could get him to work hard and other days I had to give him a hard time about his work. I about lost it when saying good-bye, he looked me in the eye (and if you know anything about autism, you know that's huge) and told me that he'd miss me. I know that those are just words to him. But, I also know that that part of him that is aware, meant those words. He will be missed maybe a tad bit more than the other kids who have passed in and out of my life.

There was also a sweet girl I did not service. She was quirky, punky, but oh so caring. It never mattered to her if she was partnered with one of my kids. And she made them feel like they were equal partners. She never excluded any of them.

This year I also had to say good-bye to a special friend of mine. We were partners in crime when I first started working at the school. We worked side by side for three years until she moved into the general ed. side. She is a passionate teacher and Bear was lucky to have her in 4th grade. She has a new baby now and will stay home with him. It's not a forever good-bye as we will always be friends. But, it will be sad to not see her in the hallways next year.

Bear's 5th grade teacher is also moving on to bigger pastures. I'm not sure what it is about Bear that makes all his teachers leave. ;) His kindergarten teacher is the only teacher who remains. He was extremely quiet in her class. Maybe that's why.

The hardest good-bye was to my Bear. It was hard when Lamb left, but I knew I had many years left with Bear. It's been the two of us for four years now. Yes, yes, I know I live with him. I know I see him every day. But, I still get choked up thinking about not seeing him in the hallways. Not being a part of his world: knowing his curriculum, knowing his students, just knowing what exactly is going on, seeing him grow & thrive. We are close and part of the reason we are close is because when he talks to me, I know who & what he is talking about. I don't want to lose that. So, I'll have to work extra hard to remain part of his world.A hard day, indeed.

And then there is this morning. Bear has a wicked headache. He's laying on the couch and asked me to tuck him in with his blanket. Maybe things won't change too drastically....at first.

My Boy and His Teacher

2009-06-03T18:24:00.004-05:00

I believe I have told you how special Bear's teacher is here and here. She is still full of clever ideas. Right now, for their math, they are running a coffee & tea shop. Teachers send in their orders and their drink is hand delivered to them. The prices are reasonable and the drinks delicious. They've been opened for business for about a week now and have raised almost $200. All proceeds will be donated to a children's charity.

What I failed to mention to ya'll is that not only is she our school's Teacher of the Year but also our district's Teacher of the Year. Up next is the Regional level. She is so humble that she doesn't like to be called TotY. She thinks all teachers are deserving of that title. True, true. But, she earned it fair and square.

Another reason why she deserves the title is this video.
I'm really not sure how it came about. All I know is that she asked if it'd be ok and if she could pick him up for rehearsals. Any quiet time at home without Bear is fine by me! ;) Seriously, they worked hard and had loads of fun together.

Today was the 5th grade Awards Ceremony (proud mama alert: My boy received recognition for Drama Club, Safety Patrol, & Student Council. He also received the Presidential Excellence award for his all A's this year, PE Fitness & Sportsmanship only given to one boy and one girl, and was a runner up for the American Legion award) and at the end the song "My Wish" by Rascal Flatts was played. The teachers walked around hugging their students. When she got to Bear, his teacher pulled him in her arms for a dance. She says that she'll remember all her students and wish for them. Bear has been blessed with some WONDERFUL teachers. He will also remember each of them.

Enjoy the video, I'm sorry about the fuzziness! I think they can take their act to Dancing with the Stars!

She is 15

2009-05-31T19:48:00.002-05:00

This girl, this quiet, unassuming, sweet,

awkward, content with her lot in life,

loving, precious, smart girl,
has made it so that I've been a Mama for 15 years today.
Fifteen incredibly short years.
Too short.

I know You Are, But What Am I?

2009-05-28T19:55:00.003-05:00

Pee Wee was pretty popular when I started dated Big D. Truth be told, Big D got a kick out of him. He would come over and my baby sisters (ages 5 & 2) would beg him to do "the dance" for them. He would laugh and decline. But the moment I left the room, he'd do it for them. They'd giggle and shriek.

I have never once seen him do it. Not once.

Flash forward to today. We recently watched Pee Wee's Big Adventure with the kids. Big D enjoyed it just as much as he did all those years ago. The kids giggled & laughed all through it.

I live with a family of quoters. They see a movie once and quote it for years. The movie sparked some of our favorites.

Oh, how we laugh at this. Whenever we travel, upon entering Texas once again, we sing the song. Once, we were singing it as we entered a rest area. A man obviously knew what we were doing because he started clapping along with us. Good times.

Another good one. Feel free to stop it after 1:50 (Unless you enjoy Pee Wee).

Holy Moly, It's Been a Week?

2009-05-23T11:56:00.004-05:00

I didn't realize it has been so long since I've blogged. That might have something to do with the boy in the above picture. He's been in rare form lately. When I asked him why he's so obnoxious, he told me that God sculpted him that way. Yeah. I'm thinking not. He also wants me to leave an adventure quest for his sister & him when I die.

In other news that has kept me away, Lamb & I went to see the new Happy Days musical. The performer who portrayed Fonzie? Amazing. I believed him to be The Fonz. It also sparked a huge interest in Happy Days the show for Lamb. I put seasons 1-4 in my Netflix queue so we'll watch them this summer. I can't wait to watch this with her. I remember that show so vividly. One of my favorites. I can't wait to see Joanie & Chachi fall in love again either.

I've seen two movies in two weeks. Angels & Demons. Very good. And Star Trek. Also Very.Good. Now, I'm not a Star Trek fan. Science fiction has never been my favorite genre. My mother, on the other hand, is a Trekkie. Not a fanatical one, let me just put that out there. Having said all that, I *really* enjoyed the latest movie. It may or may not have had something to do with this guy.
Yeah. The guys have been keeping me busy this week.

I've also had Bear's last baseball game, been in charge of the 4th grade class on a field trip, worked at our P.E. Fun Day, & watched the season finales of Survivor, Dancing with the Stars, and American Idol.

I am whooped. In a good way.

Camera Critters #58

2009-05-16T16:37:00.003-05:00

When we were having our house built, we had the choice between a Pine Tree and an Oak Tree. I didn't even have to think about it. I wanted the oak.

As our years and the tree have grown, the tree has become our favorite part of the yard. It's our beacon.

It has survived heavy rains and was shelter to all the spiders looking for dry land.

It has survived tropical storms and hurricanes.

It lived through a snow storm in Houston.
And it is now providing a safe place for a Mama Bird to await the hatching of her babies.

We ♥ our tree!

Celebrity Flick

2009-05-12T16:40:00.003-05:00

Last Thursday, Friday, and Saturday, Lamb was able to participate in the dance team's Spring Show. Her dance class, along with all the other dance classes, performed in a medley of songs.

I only recorded about 30 seconds of it. I realized that I could barely see over the camera so I turned it off so as to enjoy her performance live. What I didn't record (& I wish I did) is the part for which she had to audition. So proud that she was picked!

Since I am a sharer ;), here is the short clip if you are interested. She has really learned a lot in her first year of dance! We are hoping to get her into some summer classes so she can continue to grow & learn in it.

Enjoy!

What a Ride

2009-05-10T19:07:00.002-05:00

You know that joke letter from a child to a mother stating all these horrible things only to state at the end that he only flunked a class, but boy, could it have been worse? Am I making sense? Well, I've had that happen in reverse. I received some news, only to have something worse brought to my attention. Suddenly the bad news wasn't so bad. Time has passed and all's well that ends well.

To recap. It's all been about Bear.

He had scoliosis detected during the routine 5th grade screening.
Because he was sporting a black eye and has healing mosquito bites which look like bruises on his back, the dr. told the school nurse he thought Bear looked beaten. Thank the good Lord above the school nurse asked Bear and passed along the info to that dr.
I've already mentioned the whole cheater thing.

Those were the bad things. Let's move on to the good things.

Bear got out of his batting slump.
He's been fortunate enough to have more than 1 at bat these past couple of games.
He hit a ground rule double. When he connected with that ball, all I could do was watch it fly. Suddenly, I realized it was going FAR. Big D & I stood up, clutching each others' arms. All I could think was, "Please outfielder, don't catch it!" Next thing I knew, it was bouncing over the fence. So, so close to being a homerun! He was even presented with the ball. :)

We took him to the doctor about the scoliosis. The doctor was flabbergasted as to why he was even referred. She was so confident he did not have that she didn't even order an x-ray of his back.

The very best news of all? Tomorrow morning I am having what is called an ARD meeting. In that meeting, Bear will be dismissed from speech therapy. Finally. Yay!

Party On, Dude and Be Most Excellent to Each Other

2009-05-06T19:31:00.004-05:00

Working with elementary kids, I usually feel pretty hip & cool. Mainly because I hear what they are talking about and see it firsthand (for the most part) with my own kids. Of course, there are times when I definitely feel old. Mainly because they do not have the background knowledge I do since I've lived longer.

Today, one 5th grader [Melissa: K.W.] took me back to the early 90s. We were talking and her eyes lit up talking about her celebrity crush. Edward Cullen? Nah, he grosses her out. The Jonas Brothers? Ewww No!
He, as in Keanu Reeves, is her celebrity crush. Her favorite movies include Point Break, Speed, & The Replacements.

I had to giggle to myself and give her a hug for making my day.

Bliss #2

2009-04-30T18:18:00.001-05:00

Today I dropped Bear off at practice. Came home and changed into my comfy clothes.

I was able to do this because I knew his daddy would be able to pick him up. That's right, Girls and Boys, his DADDY is going to pick him up.

Big D now has normal hours. Somewhat. Mon, Tues, Thurs, & Fridays he'll get off between 4:30 and 5:00. Wednesdays he'll work evenings.

Sweet Bliss!

Senseless

2009-04-29T18:04:00.003-05:00

In our school family, we have a volunteer who is the sweetest, kindest, nicest, most loving thing. She is the most beautiful person. Her children are all kind and respectful. She truly feels that it's her job to serve US. She won't accept any gifts of thanks.

The evening of our flood, her family went out to eat. Afterward, the two older boys decided to walk home while the rest of the family ran an errand.

One the way home, the boys were both attacked. The older son (early twenties) was beaten so severely that he needed surgery to remove his spleen. He is home now and recovering well.

The attackers are still at large. All they got that night? Two dollars.

Be careful out there. There have been a rash of crimes in our area. I imagine in yours as well. People are getting desperate and reacting in a negative way.

Camera Critters #55

2009-04-25T16:23:00.002-05:00

Remember how, in later years, Elvis the man was, um, a tad large?

Elvis the cat is getting a tad large himself. The boy loves to eat!

Poor Cleo is looking very puny next to him.

He's always been a clumsy kitty, but he's even more so now. His muscles just haven't caught up to his weight yet. He likes to stalk Cleo. Sometimes he'll even surprise tackle her. She is not amused in the slightest. Luckily, she has the advantage because she can jump up high. Elvis just can't get to her yet. But when he does? Oh boy. That might not be fun. Good thing he's so cute & sweet.

Outwit, Outplay, Outlast

2009-04-23T16:58:00.002-05:00

That's the simple rule for winning the game of Survivor.

Next week, the 5th graders of Texas take their last TAKS test of the year. It's also the first time they will take this particular test. Science. And not just 5th grade science, but science they have learned all through elementary school.

To get them geared up & excited, the assistant principal came up with Survivor Science Camp. Each day, they rotate as a homeroom to a different teacher for an activity in a different science category.

And, in the morning announcements, there is an immunity challenge. A science question is read and the 1st one to turn in the correct answer wins. The rules are simple. ONE class representative and the answer & teacher's name on a piece of paper.

The first day, the kids ran through the halls as if their lives depended on it. The teachers rooted them on. Well, some of them. There were complaints but the administration backed them up. Bear's class ended up winning.

The assistant principal told them to be creative. So Bear's teacher (who won Teacher of the Year on our campus, btw) came up with a clever plan. She asked the a.p. if they could use technology. She was told the only rules are: one class rep & everything on a piece of paper.

Bear was sent to the front office with her cell phone, pencil, & piece of paper. When the class got the answer, a student called him. He wrote it down and turned it in. They won! Again.

And all hell broke loose.

He was called a dirty rotten scoundrel and the class was accused of cheating.

All day long he had to listen to this. After school, he & I were walking down the hall & I witnessed it for myself. For Earth Day, the 5th grade teachers told the kids to meet them at the theater to watch Disney's Earth. After the movie, in the restroom, he got called a cheater once again.

Ridiculous. If it wasn't such a character assassination, I wouldn't be as upset. Bear may be A LOT of things, but a cheater is so not one of them.

The teachers were cool with it (once they calmed down & thought about it) and started thinking of ways to one up his teacher. But, they weren't really solving the problem of the other students' way of thinking.

I stewed & worried all night last night. It's true that tomorrow is another day. Thank God, today, Bear was not called any names nor anyone in his class.

And another class won immunity.

Seriously?

2009-04-21T20:57:00.003-05:00

This week, Lamb and I decided to exercise our right to vote. For American Idol contestant, Kris Allen. He's an Arkansas boy who has a sincere & subtle talent. Adore him!
I am on the cell phone and Lamb is on the land line. After a few attempts, Lamb tells me that the phone is making an "anh anh anh anh" noise.

Um, dear. That is called a busy signal!

I feel like I should worry about her. ;)

What Did I Ever Do to You, Mother Nature?

2009-04-19T16:13:00.003-05:00

Even though Big D and I have been together for twenty years, I've only seen his parents a handful of times. Distance is the major factor. So when we do have a visit, we try to plan fun things to fill the void of awkward silences. This may surprise you, but my kids are shy. Until they are comfortable, they just stare and nod their heads. It's very frustrating because I need THEM to fill the voids. Sigh.

The plan was for the parents to visit this weekend. We had it all mapped out. Bear's game, lunch, and a museum. Then home for supper and a dvd. Perfect!

Mother Nature had other plans. Bear's game was rained out before the rain even started. About an hour after the parents arrived, the sky fell open and ALL the rain in heaven came pouring down.

We tried to leave for lunch only to turn around and come home because of the torrential downpour. We tried to order carryout pizza. When it was time to leave to get it, the street was flooded and the rental car well on its way to being underwater.

Did I mention that we go grocery shopping on Friday nights? Except for last Friday. After getting the house all ready, we were tired. That's how our luck is. If it wasn't for bad luck, we'd have no luck.

We have no food to feed the hungry. And no sign of the rain letting up. And the water steadily rising. And a dog getting more & more nervous. It truly looked like a tropical storm in April. That just doesn't happen.

Not the makings of a pleasant Saturday.

When the rain finally stopped, our street cleared of water in less than 30 minutes. We have an excellent draining system here. The men decided to try and scrounge up some food. Everywhere they went, the streets were flooded and filled with abandoned cars.

I was stuck at home trying to entertain the Mother-in-law. The mother-in-law who could not get over all the rain. And decided right then that there is no way she could ever live in Houston.

Please, men, hurry home with food. My prayers were answered and they made it home safely with enough pizza to fill our empty bellies. Before the pizza could settle, the parents were outta here. They wanted to find their hotel room before dark in case they ran into any floods.

I then got a phone call that twelve rooms in our school flooded. A week before our state testing. I haven't gotten a call yet, so I'm assuming they got it all cleaned up and school will not be interrupted. These kids have had such a strange school year. We really need for school to be in session.

And today? Gorgeous, sunny, not a cloud in the sky, in-laws gone before noon.Crazy Texas weather!

Camera Critters #54 and My "Bear"

2009-04-18T08:12:00.002-05:00

When my son, Bear, first got his cell phone, we spent the weekend getting picture messages such as this one of our dog, Ty.We then had to guess where the picture was taken. Of course, we couldn't shout out the answer, in case another family member was listening. We had to text the answer back to him.

A new fangled way of playing hide and go seek!

I also received pictures of his new mosquito bites and texts such as: Will Love for Money.

Oh dear. A gigolo in the making?

Start at the Beginning and Follow the Yellow Brick Road

2009-04-15T17:32:00.003-05:00

I grew up in a time in which cartoons were only aired on Saturday mornings. And certain movies were an annual event. I looked forward to when The Ten Commandments, Samson and Delilah, Gone With the Wind, and The Wizard of Oz came on t.v.

Gone With the Wind is my favorite. But The Wizard of Oz is a very close second. And not just because of the ruby red slippers.

When I was between the ages of roughly 6 - 8, my dad was stationed in Hawaii. For whatever reason, my mom, Coastie Bro., and I did not go with him. One night, after the Wizard of Oz aired, we talked to my dad on the phone. I vividly remember being so excited to tell him that I made it all the way through to the end of the movie. I wasn't too scared of the Wicked Witch and Flying Monkeys that year. It was a milestone for me.

Now, you can watch any of those movies anytime you want. It isn't a big extravaganza for it to be on t.v. anymore. One thing you can't do is see it in the theatre any ole time.

That's exactly what we did on Easter Sunday. My mom, Lamb, Bear, & I went to see The Wizard of Oz: the Musical.
When the tickets were purchased, we just did not think about it being Easter Sunday. It turned out to be a nice way to spend the day.
It was just as exciting to see it on stage as it was many years ago when it came on one of the broadcast channels.

And, yes, maybe it has *something* to do with the ruby red slippers.

Bliss

2009-04-10T14:36:00.001-05:00

Waking up to the alarm clock.

Realizing you do not have to go to work.

Shut off alarm.

Go back to sleep.

Ahhhh.....sweet bliss!

Wanderlust

2009-04-08T18:46:00.001-05:00

While I don't have the comfort of living in a place I grew up, I do realize the experience of living in different areas is pretty cool. I don't know what life has in store for us so this list might not be a complete list. We just may move again, one day.

Places I've lived: Texas and Arkansas 2x each.

I have also visited a great many states. And it's my goal to see all 50 states. Now, to be fair, a lot of these places, I have no memory of because I was quite young during the Navy years.

Places I've visited:

Right now, I have serious wanderlust. We probably won't be able to go anywhere this summer and I'm bummed.

It stinks being a responsible grown-up sometimes.

Presidential Motorcade

2009-04-05T20:10:00.003-05:00

I bet you have figured out that Bear forms his own opinions, strong ones at that. During the election, Bear wanted McCain to win. When Obama was elected, Bear appreciated the fact that history was being made. He watched the inauguration in class with attention. He wanted to support Obama as our president. So much so that he bought a book about him. After all, how can he fully support him if he knows nothing about him? On that same token, Bear also feels that Obama being the 1st African American president is very important. But, now that's it's been acknowledged, he should just be a man who is our 44th president. Isn't that what being treated equally is all about? Who is this kid who thinks so deeply?

In Washington DC,the kids, including Bear, were excited to have the Presidential motorcade pass right before their eyes.

They were waving and chanting.

This police officer made sure to ask the sponser to have the kids Stand.Still. Do.Not.Move. Not an inch.

And, if you look really closely, you can see the outline of a man in the back seat.

President Obama? No one knows for sure. But there are ten 5th graders who believe he is. Who are we to say otherwise?

Camera Critters One Year Anniversary

2009-04-04T07:02:00.002-05:00

In honor of Camera Critters One Year Anniversary (wow, amazing!), I'm going to honor MY critters. Patois, keep your daughter away. ;) All these pictures were taken last night.

Cleo, our first.

Alex the Bearded Dragon, our son's Christmas present

Elvis, our surprise present (he has gotten SO big and husky yet still likes to sleep all sprawled out)

Ty, our first and only dog

And, Charlotte the hedgehog, our daughter's Christmas present

He's Not Superstitious, Just a Little Stitious

2009-04-02T19:33:00.004-05:00

For the first game of the tournament, Bear wore a wrist band. Just one. On his right arm. And the team won.

For the second game, Bear did the same exact thing. And they won.

Same goes for the third and final game. They won the tournament.

Now it's the regular season. For the first game, they won and Bear started making a connection with the wrist band. Suddenly, it was a lucky band. And actually, for that game, he forgot it. I got a frantic phone call before I left asking me to bring it with me. I did. They won.

Then something happened. They lost the next two games. Bear figured out it was because one game, he wore it upside down and the other game, he forgot to wear it at all. It must be worn. And on the correct arm.

Once that was figured out, they won the next game. The streak was over!

Until last night.

The wrist band was on the correct way and the correct arm. It was looking good. First at bat, they scored three runs. Then it went terribly downhill. Terribly.

There is a 10 run game called rule if they have played at least 4 innings. That has never happened to any of Bear's teams until last night. The bottom of the 4th inning, the home team scored a grand slam (home run with all the bases loaded which scores 4 runs) bringing the score 17 to 4. Game called. Rangers lost. Terribly.

I'm not sure of the lucky wristband's fate.

Cell Phones

2009-03-29T18:08:00.005-05:00

There was a time, not so very long ago, that cell phones were meaningless to me.

Our first phone was 15 years ago, when I was pregnant with Lamb. Big D was working three jobs. Afraid that I'd go into labor while he was at one of the jobs, he got one for himself. We didn't have it much longer after Lamb was born.

Our second cell phone came after Big D was stranded on the interstate overnight thanks to a tropical storm. Not being able to get a hold of each other convinced us we needed one. Just one, though.

When I started working, we got one for me. The thing was hardly ever turned on. It was just for peace of mind in case of a traveling emergency.

Then Lamb started intermediate school. And texting became part of our culture. Because we had to leave before Lamb had to go to school, it gave me peace of mind for her to have a cell phone. She could text me when she arrived at her school so I wouldn't have to worry all day long. My cell phone started staying on more frequently.

And I started texting a lot more frequently.

Due to some circumstances of us not reading the fine print & a salesperson not giving full disclosure (long story), we found ourselves adding Bear to our plan & still paying less than we were. Do I think Bear needs a phone? Of course not. Truth be told, he only uses it as his alarm in the mornings. (University of Texas fight song. It's lovely bright and early in the morning. Tongue. Firmly in cheek.) And to text us (while we are right beside him) and play games with us.

Bear with a cell phone can be a dangerous thing. I'm sure my friend Lisa will never forget the day Bear learned how to use one. His first weekend as owner, Lamb & I spent our time playing a techno hide and seek. Bear would take a picture of Ty. Send it to us. And we had to text him back on where we thought Ty's location was. Pretty fun, except he also had to add sound to each message. Not as much fun.

He will need it next year, for my peace of mind. He'll be in intermediate school. Cell phones have given me much peace of mind lately.

It was my lifeline during a hurricane evacuation, an actual hurricane, and while Bear was away in DC. It keeps me in touch with my long distance family and friends.

I never thought my cell phone would be one of my favorite things. How my life turns...

Camera Critters #51

2009-03-28T09:57:00.002-05:00

When Lamb was 5 and Bear almost 2, we went to Sea World in San Antonio for the first time. It was hot. Miserably hot.

I don't remember the specifics, but we didn't get to feed the dolphins. Apparently Big D told Lamb that the next time we went, we would. He promised. And Lamb has never forgotten.

When she went to DC, we took Bear to a mini vaca in San Antonio. He got to feed the dolphins.

So, while Bear has anxiously been waiting his turn for DC, Lamb has been waiting her turn for Sea World. We asked if she'd rather zip line in Austin. No, Daddy promised.

Promise fulfilled.

He's Home

2009-03-25T16:40:00.003-05:00

I found myself with a moment to write in between work and baseball. Bear had a wonderful time in DC. He's already planning our next trip. Crossing fingers & sending up prayers, the goal is to go next summer with Coastie Brother and his family.

Bear got to see so much. He got to see a part of his history. This is at Arlington Cemetery. The Columbia tragedy really affected Bear. For months, he talked about it.
He also got to see a steel tower from the 70th floor of the World Trade Center.
Part of the Berlin Wall. He enjoys learning about WWII so he could relate to this piece of history.
He even got to pretend to be the President.
He saw all the monuments/memorials including Lincoln, Jefferson, and FDR.
He got to imagine what it was like in a Soup Line during the Depression.
The Vietnam Memorial
and the Korean War Memorial.
He was able to tour Mount Vernon and see the tomb of George Washington.
And, of course, got to lay eyes on the White House
and capitol building.
Plus a myriad of other sights. And if you are wondering why he's not smiling in a lot of pictures, he informed me that he doesn't smile in front of memorials.

When he came home, a piece of my heart cracked. Oh, he was happy to see us but wasn't interested in hugs or kisses. He seemed a little distant. Not quite the boy who left us behind.

But then we came home. He pulled me into my room asking, "Mama, can I tell you something?", shutting my door. "It's ok if I tell you something disturbing, isn't it Babycakes?" And my heart was healed.

BTW, the disturbing thing? Disturbing to the mind of an 11 year old but nothing serious.

I Heart Faces - No Flash Edition

2009-03-23T06:00:00.002-05:00

My favorite 14 year old girl in a picture without using a flash. :)

Camera Critters #50

2009-03-21T12:02:00.002-05:00

Sea World, Spring Break 2009

We sat high in the splash zone thinking we wouldn't get all that wet.

We were wrong.

Boy, Is it Quiet!

2009-03-18T15:29:00.003-05:00

This is our 3rd day without Bear. Our school district has this thing where the 5th graders have an opportunity to visit DC with or without guardians. No worries, there is a school sponsor. Even if guardians go, the kids stay in the hotel room with other kids and not their parents. It's a fun experience for them! Bear is having a great time which I'll post about later (or let him guest blog).

When Lamb was in 5th grade, she desperately wanted to go. We wanted her to, but we didn't want her traveling alone. I trusted the school sponsor, but I wasn't ready to let Lamb go off into the world without a family member. However, we couldn't afford two tickets. In steps my mom. I was hoping she'd volunteer to pay for MY trip, but instead, she paid for herself.

Lamb is an independent, quiet, aloof girl so we didn't think anything of sending her off to DC with her G. There were over 30 kids in her grade level going and several of her friends. It was hard seeing her off, but I knew she'd love every minute of it.
And she did. Until that first night. She & G were riding in the elevator to their rooms when G asked Lamb what was wrong. Lamb burst into tears and wailed, "I miss my Moooommmmmyyyyy." Broke G's heart. Broke mine also when I heard. Luckily, Lamb had some great friends to cheer her up. And the next day, G found a Mama & baby stuffed snow leopard (my favorite exotic animal) to remind her of me. Lamb was fine after that.

There were several moments of that trip that my mom will always remember. While on the bus touring the different monuments, the kids spontaneously burst into The Star Spangled Banner upon seeing the Iwo Jima statue. The kids were incredibly respectful at the Vietnam Wall and other memorials. After viewing the children's portion of the Holocaust Museum, they had an interesting discussion at dinner. So, even though, there were a lot of kids, it was a good time.

Then there is this trip. Bear has been waiting for four years for his turn. Once again, my mom went instead of me. I'm not bitter, really, I'm not. It's a smaller group, only 10 kids. Only two of them boys. And five of those girls? Obnoxious. And it takes a lot for me to say that.

I was prepared for Bear's homesickness. He is a clingy child and doesn't enjoy being alone. I knitted him a scarf but stopped myself from packing Blue Bear and my his robe. Ha! The fates laugh at me. That child practically kicked his G out of his room the first night (& last night). When he talks to me, he's in a hurry & listens with ½ an ear. The phone is hung up before the word "bye" has stopped echoing in my ear. I'm happy about that. Really, I am. These kids of mine. Always keep me guessing!
However, I don't think my mom is enjoying the experience as much. She is having fun, but she keeps thinking about Lamb's group. She shouldn't. I mentioned ½ the kids are obnoxious. During the bus tour, they wouldn't even get off the bus to look at the memorials. They are only interested in the gift shops. At the American History Museum, my mom told the sponsor she was taking the boys to look around as they would not be interested in seeing what the girls want to see. About an hour before meet-up time, she saw them sitting around waiting for them. She ignored them & keep touring with the boys.

They are only ten/eleven so I understand the disinterest. It's just a shame, though. And they should still know better than to climb all over FDR and the Korean War soldiers. I'm just sayin'.

Mom Fail?

2009-03-16T11:35:00.003-05:00

When we were discussing kids, Big D & I agreed. We both knew we wanted to 1.) provide a stable and loving family life, 2.) travel with them and show them there is more to the world than our little corner of it, and 3.) encourage & support them in all their endeavors.

I think even the kids would agree that while Big D & I do a lot of things wrong, those three things we do right.

In high school, Lamb has the option to opt out of PE and take dance. She didn't even have to think twice about it. I don't think she realized how much she'd love it. She is constantly dancing her routines at home now.

She took me by surprise when she announced she wanted to try out for the school's drill team. She fully admitted that she didn't expect to make it but she wanted the experience of auditioning anyway. I love and am so proud of that girl.

Part of my heart was crushed when she told me that, tho. I know that to get on the team, it tremendously helps to have taken dance since the age of 3. Lamb has never had true formal dance training. I would have loved to have provided lessons for her but one thing leads to another and you found yourself with a 14 yr. old who's never had lessons but has discovered that she loves dance.

Her daddy & I encouraged her in this. However, after the 1st clinic, Lamb realized that she's not ready yet. She plans to work hard, learn some more things, and try again next year. She's ok. I'm getting there. I know how in her heart of hearts she wanted this. I guess this is what is referred to as a growing experience. A life lesson. We've provided her a fun life with lots of opportunities. There's no way we can provide her with everything. Sigh.

It's not all sad, tho.

All four high schools put on a show for the parents last week. I was so excited to finally see what Lamb can do in the world of dance. Her daddy was able to take off work early so he could also see her. Her first words to us after the show: That was SO much fun!

Of course, I recorded it for all of you! ;) Sadly, it's not the best quality. The battery was near dead & I'm not sure if that caused it. Lamb will be on the front row, very end once the camera zooms in on the girls.

Enjoy!

Camera Critters #49

2009-03-14T12:06:00.002-05:00

A baby calf that was born the morning this photo was taken (3/8/09) at the Houston Livestock Show.

Shame on Me!

2009-03-11T21:45:00.003-05:00

Every weekend, Big D & I go grocery shopping together. And every time we go, I ask the kids what they want for breakfast and in their lunches. It is so nice that they can stay home by themselves now, btw.

Anyway. This past weekend was no different. We were going. I asked. They told. Peanut butter sandwiches, animal crackers, and oranges (Lamb) grapes (Bear). We went. And I forgot. Well, not technically. I did forget the animal crackers but the fruit I knew I wanted to get at a different store.

I figured we'd get around to going at some point during the weekend. It will be Thursday tomorrow. They have had three days of lunches. I still haven't gone to the store.

And what makes it even worse for me? I have no idea what they've been putting in their lunches. I'm thinking my Pringles (Dill Pickles this week, yum!) but I'm not sure what else.

Good thing the week is almost over and Spring Break will be here! I'm a Bad Mama!

P.S. Look for a post within the next day or two about Lamb's dance show the 4 local high schools had for parents last night and tonight. Tomorrow Bear has a 6pm baseball game so I'm really thinking it'll be Friday before I get it up. Sorry!

Time Sure Does Fly!

2009-03-09T17:16:00.003-05:00

Holy Moly. I did not realize it has been a week since I've blogged. I've visited all you so I guess I just forgot about me. Ya'll aren't tired of looking at Bear's game face, are you? ;)

Things have been busy with baseball. The Rangers won their game and Bear had a gorgeous hit right to left field. He was so happy! Sadly, I don't have a pic. I didn't realize that would be his only at bat. Seems they do things differently in the Majors. You are only in the batting line-up if you are fielding. We are used to everyone batting even if the boy sits out an inning. But, because Bear hadn't batted yet, he got to play 3 innings in a row. And as soon as his sub made it through the batting rotation, Bear was sent back out. Because they were in the lead, they didn't have another at bat. We figure he'll be lucky if he gets more than one chance to bat. That bites but at least he's in a starting position and not a sub.

Lamb has been busy getting ready for a dance show the high schools put on each Spring. That will be tomorrow & Wednesday nights. Sadly, Bubba's Sis & I won't be able to watch our girls together. We have four high schools and, as luck would have it, the parents of Lamb's high school are watching with another high school than BFF's school. Bummer. It'll still be fun to see what these girls can do. I've seen BFF dance many a time in her recitals. This will be my first look at Lamb. I can't wait!

And we've (as in Bubba's Sis & I) been busy taking our girls to a concert of a little group you may have heard of, The Jonas Brothers. That was a whole lot of fun! The girls should thank their lucky stars that they have such fun moms. ;)

So, there's my week in a nutshell. Working, messing up supper, baseball, dance, rodeo, and The Jonas Brothers.

Now, where'd my hour go? I seem to have lost it. :(

Here's a gift for all my Office buddies: Office Musical

Tis the Season

2009-03-02T19:30:00.003-06:00

It's here. Baseball season. If you were around last season, then you know how unsatisfying it was for Bear and his parents. If not, you can read about it here, here, & here. I'll wait. You're back? Ok. We are determined to not have a repeat of that.

Bear was recruited up a division. Rather than having another season with the Minors, he's now in the Majors. Big D & I are of two minds about that. Big D is very excited. A coach who has expressed great interest in Bear told us that she planned on grabbing him. She advised us to have Bear "throw" the try-outs so no one would grab him first. Big D was afraid. That's not a sure thing and we didn't want to mess up Bear's chances. Plus, and even bigger, it's wrong. In the end, the decision was Bear's. He did not throw his try-outs and had one of his best yet. And he was drafted by a different coach. So being recruited to the majors was all Bear's hard work and dedication. Big D is thrilled! He feels that Bear will learn so much & improve playing with the big boys.

Then there's me. I agree that the potential for Bear to learn is there...if he has the right coach. My worry is that he's lost a year of baseball with the lousy coach & the hurricane. Big D will disagree in that Bear was able to focus on his batting and it paid off. I'm not disputing that. But, in the minors, Bear would have seniority which means prime playing positions. Of course, if he has the right coach. As we learned, there is no guarantee of that. Naturally, I'm proud of Bear and pray that this is a wonderful season for him.

I am cautiously optimistic as I remember last year all too well, but, it's starting out that way. Despite a couple of minor issues I have regarding practices, I'm not upset with the team or coach. Bear is the "baby" playing with 12, 13 year olds so he's in the outfield and sitting out a lot. The difference this season is that Bear hasn't paid his dues yet. I absolutely expect those things. Another difference is the coach. He is playing his 11 year olds fairly. They are equally on the field and off the field. He has publicly praised Bear. After the 2nd game, Bear came beaming off the field. While Bear was standing on third base, the coach told him that he was proud of him. Oh what a difference a coach makes! I pray this contines. I pray that Bears confidence continues to soar. I pray the Coach realizes what a difference he makes in these boys & their love for the game. I just pray.

And God hears. Bear was a nervous wreck batting against bigger boys.

And God gave him a boost. Bear now knows that while he may be a small fry right now, he can hang with the big ones. Ultimately, that's all I care about.

For the 2nd year in a row, I present to you Bear, a member of the 1st place team of the Majors in his Little League. His team is now the team to beat!

Way to Go, Bear! We are so incredibly proud of you & your team!

The River and Hills

2009-02-26T19:53:00.004-06:00

I have a budding author in my midst. This child just decided one day to write a story & has even researched the era and area. Budding Harlequin author? Western? Time will tell as only a couple of pages have been written so far.

Said child who will now be referred to as J.K. Howling has ~~hijacked~~ asked me to share what has been written so far. (I think this is a future blogger) This is the unedited version, by the way. And, I must admit, it has a "graphic" fight scene. As the mother of J.K. Howling, I had to demand a couple of revisions. I'm thinking you might be able to figure out what they were as you read.

The River and Hills

ROBERT GET YOUR BUTT DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!’’ My mama yelled like a dog that got his tail slammed in the door. I got out of my ratty ole bed and dusted off my pants and put on my cowboy hat. I knew it would be a scolding hot day because its always a hot day in Phoenix Arizona and the mosquitoes are going to bite cause its close to the Gila River. I jumped downstairs and went to the table I smelled and saw bacon and eggs which we don’t get that much cause pa sells a bunch of chicken’s and pigs lately for some extra cash so it was a surprise. “Robert we need the extra cash.’’ My mama was saying beating around the bush. “Just get to the point’’ I yelled!

“We need you to be a miner and we will give you half the money plus we are tired of you running around with the rifle shooting the Apache making them mad and giving us heck.’’ My mama explained. “Okay.’’ I mumbled. The truth was that mining was a dangerous job with the Apache raiding the mines and the tunnel begins collapsing, plus I would rather join Colonel Jones and the militia driving the Indians back south of Gila River to Yuma so it wouldn’t be our problem plus he gives rifles, shotguns and some Indian junk plus you got money when you join which is way more than what a miner makes but I guess mama doesn’t want me to die, dang it. “MA I’m going to the ranch!’’ I hollered.

The ranch was a fun pace to work I loved playing with the cows and racing horses Thunder was my favorite ,today I went down to the bar to get a gallon of ale for pa cause now he sells ale too. I went inside and I found the most beautiful girl on the earth Elisabeth with her beautiful silk blond hair and her swan like body she was very flexible and she just came down from heaven. But there was Colonel Jones drunk as drunk can be. “Say son want to join militia?’’ Jones asked. I didn’t want to go behind my parents back but he also pays good money and I could do both plus I couldn’t pass an opportunity like this so I generally replied ‘’Why yes I would.’’ Then I got the ale got on Thunder and made her gallop straight to the ranch just in cause he changed his drunk mind. After a couple of more hours I retired to bed tomorrow will be a miner’s day.

I woke up in the evening with a smile on my face because I get to work in the mine I thought sarcastically. “Mama, don’t fret when I die.’’ I joked as I walked out the port with a piece of toast in my hand. “Don’t joke like that.” Mama hollered but who cares. I was walking to George Town mine Smitty my friend is working there too. I arrived I grabbed a pix axe and a helmet Smitty already showed up. “Nice to see you Rob!’’ Smitty hollered. That’s just like Smitty being loud and obnoxious. “Nice to see you too.” I replied. “So did you here the news?’’ Smitty asked. “No I guess I didn’t.” I replied as I knocked out a couple of diamonds. “The Apache are raiding the mines for their good.” He looked terrified when he told me. “Hey Mr. Arrow what’s this?” I asked. “That’s a ruby”, he said, “and it’s very valuable I say 200 bucks.” “What’s going on up their!” Mr. Arrow hollered at the top off his lungs. Swish Swish Swish there was three arrows lodged in Mr. Arrow’s body he drooped dead. “Smitty watch out!” I hollered. An Apache Indian was right there with a blood stained tomahawk sling Smitty was on the floor with a huge hole in his neck. I pulled out the tomahawk and ran. If it worked the Apache will follow me to Gila River where a black bear will hopefully be snacking on some berries. I ran to river side there was Elisabeth washing cloths “Hit the deck!” I hollered. Swish Elisabeth was hit in the hand. I turned around there was a huge Indian. “Come and get me.” I spoke calmly.

“You will make a nice prize.’’ The Indian hollered. I heard a rustle there was a baby black bear cub. The Indian swung his tomahawk Slash this big Black bear showed up and slashed the Indian dead with two blows. I swung the tomahawk in the bear’s leg. I was about to go for the other leg but Elisabeth stopped me by saying “Let her go she means no harm.” By then the cub and the mother ran away. I picked up Elisabeth and set her on a rock then gentle pulled out the arrow. “AHHHHH!” She hollered. “There there.” I spoke very gentle. I plucked some of her hair and used it for stitches and carried her back to town. “Thanks Robert you’re so nice.” Elisabeth spoke so gentle and yet so sweet. I carried her back to her house. “Can I do any thing to repay you?” She asked. “Nah.” I replied. Then she went off to bed. I ran to the house as fast as I could. “Mama I have to work at another Mine!” I hollered. "No you’re going to work at the bar you keep the tips and split them in half for us.” Mama always had an answer. “Now wash up and have some supper.”

After some ham and boiled eggs I went off to bed. Shoot I forgot to go to the ranch Pa is going to kill me but who cares it was a rough day anyways.

What do you think? Can I retire soon? ;)

The Island Tag

2009-02-26T19:38:00.003-06:00

My friend (IRL now) Forgetfulone tagged me.

“Your ship has sunk. (That's just my luck!) You have, of course, been stranded on a deserted island. You have salvaged a copy of the King James Version of the Bible and a copy of the complete works of Shakespeare. Nothing else. What? No Desmond, Jack, Jin, or Sawyer? I mean, if I'm Lost and all....

“The very next day you find one of those Arabian Lamps in the sand. Of course, you rub it and, of course, a rather grumpy Genie appears.

“‘Let’s get this straight - there is a recession going on. There are restrictions on the three wishes now. I don’t do water or air transport now so no boats, planes or magic carpets. As for electronics, forget it. There isn’t the infrastructure on this island.

“‘I can let you have one book and I mean one VOLUME, one essential item and one luxury item. ’”

This is hard. I promise you, I would choose every single thing Forgetfulone did. However, I promised I'd come up with my own answers. Sigh.

ONE:
Book: How on earth can I pick just one? I'm a reader! I know I said I'd come up with my own answers, but I just can not think of a better answer than the Harry Potter Books 1-7 Volume. I promise the others will be my own!

Essential Item: toothbrush. I wanted to pick bathtub, but alas.... I can't stand the feeling of dirty teeth so I'll go with my 2nd choice.

Luxury Item: a comfy bed!

Sincerely 'Fro Me to You - Legally Blonde Edition

2009-02-25T22:00:00.001-06:00

One of the great things about living in Houston is the theatre. We are one of the cities that Broadway Across America visits and we also get some excellent shows. For instance, last Sunday, Lamb & I went with my mom to see Legally Blonde the Musical. We had a really good time!

Usually, Lamb is a good sport with my picture taking. Sunday, however, she "pretended" to act confused when I asked her to pose by the poster. Not one of my favorites! Sigh. ;)

After the show, we headed to the stage door for pictures and autographs. That's a trick that we recently discovered when we went to see Jersey Boys. I never even thought to do that!

The actress who played Elle graciously agreed to pose with Lamb.

Oops! Thank God for digital cameras! I immediately knew that she had closed her eyes. Definitely a 'Fro moment! Bless her kindness! She waited & smiled again so Lamb could have a good pic. Of course, it was in her best interest to stick around an extra minute also. ;)

There! Much better.

I Heart Faces in Black & White

2009-02-24T16:33:00.002-06:00

Be sure to head on over to I ♥ faces to check out all of the beautiful face in B&W entries this week!

Be Careful!

2009-02-22T07:53:00.000-06:00

A couple of weeks ago, Bubba's Sis posted about an American Idol episode in which the judges over reacted.

They saw the error of their ways and released this statement. I personally think they should have made mention of it on the show. And I hope the poor guy who was accused got a formal apology.

Camera Critters #46

2009-02-21T11:12:00.003-06:00

If lizards make you nervous, don't look!

Alex trying to decide if he wants to sit on his limb or not....

Well, Ok then.

2009-02-19T18:55:00.003-06:00

I have a very dainty, tight hoop in my ear cartilage. You wouldn't even notice it, probably.

Unless you are a 5th grade girl. I was told by one today that she loved my top ear ring. She plans on getting one when she's 15. When I suggested that she wait until she's older, she informed me: "Oh, no! When I'm 16, I'm getting my belly pierced."

*Google image search

Addicted to Lost?

2009-02-18T05:57:00.000-06:00

Then this might be for you!

I'm waiting for mine to kick in.;)

How Will I Manage My Time?

2009-02-16T06:16:00.000-06:00

Dancing With The Stars
American Idol
Amazing Race
Survivor

All on in the same season. My February through May will be very busy and I don't mean because of Little League Baseball!

Gushy Love Stuff

2009-02-14T19:30:00.000-06:00

I got this in email and decided it'd be a cool blog post seeing as how it's Valentine's Day. This is all about the love story of Big D & me. Lucky ya'll!

What is his name? Big D

Who said, “I love you” first? He did.

Who is taller? He is a foot taller than I am.

Who drives most when you are together? He always does and he opens the car door for me unless I'm dawdling.

Who’s more sensitive? Oh, for sure Me.

Who does the laundry? He does. ;)

Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? Right now, he does. Wait, the right side facing it? Yeah, he does. But, if you mean laying in it, I do. Told you I was horrible with directions.

Who pays the bills? He used to until about 10 years into our marriage. Then I told him that I wanted to so I knew what was going on in case something happened. Stupid, stupid me.

Who cooks more? I do. Although, he does help out by picking up pizza, making his "famous" pizza bread (noticing a trend?), & cooking/grilling steak & hamburgers.

Who is more stubborn? He is! But I guarantee he'd say that I am.

Who is the first to admit they are wrong? I am.

Who has more siblings? I do. He's an only child.

Who wears the pants? We both do. I don't wear dresses too much anymore. ;)

What do you like to do together? Watch movies, take pictures, have fun with the kids, travel, watch Heroes, Lost, The Office, & Chuck, hang out with Bubba's Sis & family, and go out to eat.

Who eats more sweets? We both eat sweets. We always have to have some chocolate in the house.

How did you meet? You can read all about it here. ;)

Who asked whom out first? Embarrassingly enough, my ex wicked stepmother is the one who asked me out for Big D. He was so mad at her because he was on his way home to call to ask me himself. That's how she rolled though. Anything to annoy anyone.

Who kissed who? It was a mutual effort. ;)

Who proposed? He did...but I knew it was coming just not when. He had been taking me to look at rings for awhile. We were engaged a week before we told anyone. I can't remember why now.

His best features & qualities? Gosh, he has so many. He'd do anything for his family or people he cares about. He is a dedicated, passionate father. He truly can't understand how anyone could think badly of me. There isn't anything the man can not do. He researches & learns all the time. He has a great smile, dimples & all, beautiful blue eyes, thick hair, & strong arms.

My Beloved is Mine

2009-02-10T21:10:00.000-06:00

There is so much I can say and so few words I have to express the love I have for Big D, our love, our marriage, our family. Big D came into my life when I needed him to. I needed a hero. I needed a Prince Charming. And I got them both in Big D. I'm sure the broken, damaged girl I was then was a lot more than he bargained for! He often says that if we hadn't met then, we would have met in some other way. We are soul mates. I don't doubt him. But, I might not have needed him like I did in 1988. God knew what He was doing when he put Big D in my life June 15, 1988. And He allowed me to open my heart on July 15, 1988 when we had our first date.

Of course, I'm not that love struck "Cinderella" that I was in our early years. Having the highest of highs and the lowest of lows caused me to have a reality check. Big D is only a man. A man who loves me & our children to the best of his ability. And it's one of his many talents.

I have been with him for going on 21 years. Longer than the length of time I was without him. Married to him for 19 years. Longer than the length of time I wasn't married to him.

There is a quote that is attributed to Marilyn Monroe. It says: If you can make a girl laugh, you can make her do anything. Besides the deep love, when I think of Big D, I think of laughter. He makes life fun and entertaining.

Besides the laughter, there are many things I love about Big D. I love how he fills up my car with gas. I love how when he goes out of town, he makes sure the kids & I have everything we need so I don't have to worry about it. I love how when I'm fixing dinner, he'll come up behind me & rub my back. I love how he'll go out late at night to satisfy our sweet teeth (he does moan & groan about it because he's not perfect). I love how he loves the kids. How he does anything within his power and reason for them and to help guide them in their paths.

1 Corinthians 13:7 says: It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
That is our love.
1 Corinthians 13:13 says: And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.
That is our marriage.

Yes, God sent Big D to me at a time I needed him the most. He keeps Big D with me because He meant for me to be Big D's beloved and for Big D to be my beloved. Our story is not unique, nor is it the only special one. But, it is ours and I love it. Almost as much as I love the hero, the Prince, the man in it.

A List of Stuff

2009-02-10T18:24:00.000-06:00

I was tagged by Jennie. Ok, ok, so she didn't name me, but I read it. Therefore, I was tagged.

Make a list of things you can see without getting up: My computer and the completely cluttered desk, High School Musical on the tv, a pile of dvds scattered on the floor thanks to Elvis, Charlie's bin.

What were you like when you were five? Good grief, like I can remember that? Probably silly.

What are you wearing now? I ♥ Jim shirt and yoga pants

What story/book/novel have you read over and over again in your life? There are so many books in my list that I don't tend to re-read. However, if I had all the time in the world, I'd re-read the Stephanie Plum (early ones) and Eve & Roarke series, Jane Austen, and Gone with the Wind. I'm sure there are more but those popped first in my head.

What’s the last thing you read/are currently reading? Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier. Hey! And I reread it to refresh my memory before I read Rebecca's Tale by Sally Beauman.

Do you nap a lot? No, I can't sleep in light unless I'm extremely tired.

Who was the last person you hugged? a student

What’s your current fandom/obsession/addiction? The Office since I feel I'm late to the game on it. I just started watching it this summer.

What was the last thing you ate today? blueberry muffin chased by a Mountain Dew

What websites do you always visit when you go online? AOL, bank, gmail, blogging friends, & facebook

What was the last thing you bought? new bedding for my bed...on clearance! I saved over $100. Love that!

What are you listening to right now? Big D vacuuming. When that stops, I'll hear High School Musical.

What movie are (or were!) you most excited to show your kids? Gosh, a lot. The ones that I loved at their ages. Breakfast Club, Dirty Dancing, Gone with the Wind, Wizard of Oz...just to name a few.

If you could have any super power, what would it be? I'd love to read minds, as long as I could turn it off at will. Or mind control. It'd be nice to have people do my bidding. ;)

What is your favorite weather, and why? temps in the 80s & sunny

What time do you usually get up? I should get up at 5:45 but I tend to stay in bed until 6:30

What is your most challenging goal right now? learning to live with Big D's pay cut

Say something to the person who tagged you: Jennie, I think you are great and keep things real!

If you could have a house–totally paid for, fully furnished–anywhere in the world, where would you want it to be? anywhere along the Emerald Coast in Florida

Favorite vacation spot? DisneyWorld.

What is your favorite children’s book? I have no idea growing up, but right now, anything by Sandra Boynton. Lamb LOVED her! And The Kissing Hand really spoke to Bear. I recently read The Shivers in the Fridge and adored it!

Name one thing you just can’t resist no matter how bad it is for you: "Unhealthy" food

If you could meet anyone famous - huh. I'm not sure.

If you could go back in time to any part of your life, when would you revisit? When my babies were babies, I really miss that. I want to hold them in my arms again. If I tried now, I'd get strange looks.

Tag! You're it!

Um, Do I Know You?

2009-02-08T01:07:00.000-06:00

Usually, when I get a friend request on facebook and I don't immediately know them, I ask myself: Is S their friend, too? S was my best friend and I figure if she knew them, then I must also! I really need to dig out my yearbooks.

I didn't follow my own advice last week. I had a friend suggestion from one of my friends. I thought I remembered the name so I requested the friendship.

I was accepted and then I immediately realized I have NO clue who this person is. And guess what? S isn't a friend!!!

I really need to dig out my yearbooks.

Camera Critters #44

2009-02-07T01:12:00.000-06:00

Balloon Dog

On the roof of the MET in New York City.

Disregard the cranky critter in green. ;)

Sincerely 'Fro Me to You - Fuzzy Edition

2009-02-04T23:27:00.000-06:00

I was so sad to see this picture turned out blurry. On the little display screen on the camera, it looked fine. Even right here, it doesn't look half bad. But, if you click on it, you'll see exactly what I mean.

Even so, I don't like the look of me. Hee!

Brought to You by the Letter D

2009-02-01T16:48:00.012-06:00

Maggie over at Life With Boys has a fun game going on and I thought it would be fun to play along! If you would like to play, here's how: tell me by leaving a comment on this post, and I will assign you a letter. Then post ten things you love that begin with your assigned letter on your blog. Explain the rules with your ten things and when others comment requesting a letter, assign one to them; thus, the chain continues.

Maggie assigned me the letter 'D'. D, an amazing letter! Fourth in the alphabet so it's got to be pretty dang divine!

In no particular order (really), Ten things I love starting with the letter D:

Big D!

my Daughter - Lamb

my Dad - D.... Sr.

Diet Coke

my Dog - Ty

Disney World

Destin, Florida

Daisies

Diamonds

Dorks

Are You Ready?

2009-02-01T11:32:00.003-06:00

Wings? Check!
TV on the right channel? Check!
Refreshments easily reached? Check!
Fan favorite attire? Check!
DVR set "just in case"? Check!

We are ready for the hour long Office episode immediately following some little game called the Super Bowl!

Video Recaps | Full Episodes | Webisodes

Camera Critters #43

2009-01-31T17:18:00.001-06:00

The thing about Elvis is

he likes to sleep all spread out!

No curled up kitten here!

I Tried

2009-01-30T00:37:00.001-06:00

Wednesday,our school had a blood drive for the two year old grandson of one of our district principals.

Initially, I did not sign up for it. The one & only time I have given blood, I got incredibly ill. Any other time after that, I was too anemic.

But, one day, my children may need the kindness of strangers to live. How can I ask for their help if I don't do what I can to help someone else's child? So what if I'm able to give and get sick? I guarantee my little sick to the tummy feeling is nothing compared to what this baby is going through.

So I signed up. And worried. Not about the needle. That doesn't bother me. But what if I get really sick? What if they find something horrible in my blood?

By the time my appointment came, I knew I had worked myself into a state of probable high blood pressure. Which is just my hypochondria surfacing because I've always had low blood pressure.

I was asked a couple of questions, had my temperature taken (96°, I was COLD), and then finger pricked. Luckily, before we went any further, the technician waited for my results. You have to have an iron content of 38 to give.

Mine was 35. I thought I'd feel enormous relief since I'd worked myself into a state. I felt sad.

And then got fussed at by everyone for not taking any iron supplements.

Sincerely 'Fro Me to You - Ballerina Edition

2009-01-29T07:01:00.004-06:00

What? Don't all ballerinas wear socks with sandals?

This picture fascinates me. My dad sent it to me along with some other pictures. I have never seen this picture before. Also, I have no memory of the outfit. I never knew I played ballerina! Looking at my form, I can see why I was never a real one.

My Problem with American Idol

2009-01-27T21:21:00.002-06:00

American Idol is one of my favorite t.v. shows. However, the audition shows are very tedious to me. Tonight was a prime example.

A girl, I'm sorry I can't remember her name, auditioned. None of the judges thought she should make it through. And, while I'm certainly not a judge, I agreed with them. She sounded flat.

But, then they changed their minds for whatever reason that wasn't because she wowed them with a different song. Ok. That's fine. But let's be realistic. She's not going to make it past Hollywood. And she has to pay for her own way there.

So, basically, for "good" t.v., they are wasting this poor girl's time. And worse, wasting her money.

Bleh!

Bring on Hollywood week and the REAL competition!

Huh. So That's It Then?

2009-01-25T10:47:00.002-06:00

Coastie Brother & I had a childhood that was better than some and worse than others. The people our parents married after their divorce made our lives problematic. No matter which house, egg shells were walked on.

We were talking one day. Both of us have a couple of pleasant memories of our dad's 2nd wife. Neither of us could come up with one for our mom's 2nd husband.

Then I realized one. He would leave. For months at a time. That month or months were peaceful to me. I'm sure my mom hated them. But my brother & I? Ah. We could breath.

Once my brother graduated (he is two years younger), that man left for good. I never saw him again. Of course, my mom still had contact with him because they share a son. I won't get into specifics of that because it's not my story.

However, during those brief contacts, that man would casually mention something about my life or my brother's. Creeped me out. I never lived in a state of fear, but, every now & again, a niggling would hit me.

For years now, he's been dying from one thing or another. When he would feel the end is near, he'd give my mom a call. The last phone call was in August of 2006.

A week ago, my mom found out that he passed away almost two years ago.

That part of my life is officially over.

Camera Critters #42

2009-01-24T09:20:00.002-06:00

I must have Memphis on my mind. This is the second Memphis shot this week.

These are the Peabody Ducks from the famous Peabody Hotel in Memphis. They march twice a day from their rooftop home to the lobby. It's such a neat sight to see them march out of the elevator to the fountain. They then play in the fountain for a bit.

Horrible, Horrible Confession

2009-01-23T21:09:00.004-06:00

So, yeah, this is embarrassing, especially since one of Bear's old teachers is a dear friend of mine and a reader to boot. But this is too wild NOT to share.

Lamb has done four Science Fair projects and has always entered them in the actual fair.

Bless her heart. She has never won a ribbon. And she's had some very interesting projects!

This is Bear's second year to do a Science Fair Project. Knowing that he & I are great, big, giant procrastinators, Big D suggested that Bear recreate one of Lamb's old projects. One that is totally up his alley. One that is easy. One that doesn't take a lot of time.

Now, he did research it. He journaled it. He did his own board. But the project? Totally his sister's idea. We knew how it would turn out. Yes, yes, I know everything you are thinking. I even understand it. That's not the point of this post. Consider it a test to see how accurate Lamb's results were years ago.

Remember how Lamb has never won a ribbon? Well, today, I was touring the Science Fair projects when my friend came running up to me. He was soooo excited.

It seems that "Bear's" project won 5th place in Physical Science.

It's hard to be Bear's sister sometimes.

Sincerely 'Fro Me to You - Walking in Memphis Edition

2009-01-22T17:19:00.002-06:00

Memphis is our city. It's where we met, where we fell in love, where we spent the early years of our marriage, where our babies were born, and where our baby was lost. It's filled with lots of good times and a few sad times. It's our city.

A couple of years ago, we visited family in the area. I wanted to take pics of all the places with meaning to us. My absolute favorite street in Memphis is Riverside Drive. Big D found a perfect spot for a picture that included the street AND the bridge. Another important part of the city to us.

We decided to also take a pic of us with the bridge as a background. All was well and good except that I forgot to take off my superhero sunglasses. One doesn't realize how big they are until one sees a picture of herself wearing them.

Ruined a perfectly good shot. Sigh.

A Day With Bear

2009-01-19T06:30:00.000-06:00

The day started as any other. I woke up. I got myself & Bear to school. I worked with kids. Then, shortly after lunch, Bear, who was at recess, hunts me down in the Science Lab. "Here, Mama, I have a note you have to sign."

I decided to ignore the fact that it's written on the wrong side and focus on the words. I love the fact that it's his teacher who thought it was a dumb thing and not Bear. Typical boy, no? Actually, I was more worried about the shoes than the pants. I don't need another cause for stinky feet.

A little later, his co-teacher comes to me to share a story. Seems that when they were "inducting" their Social Studies folder, Bear added that he vowed to make his "sexy". Lovely. Afraid that I'd get phone calls from parents, she assured me that only his friend heard him. She did not hear him, only read his lips. And it made her day.

After school, I got another earful. What on earth could he have done now? I was told that during Math class, he was tutoring a little group. "Where is this going?" I wondered. It seems that he is sweet, encouraging, and patient. He did not belittle his classmates. He did not make them feel stupid for struggling. He came up with different ways to show them. He cheered them on when they "got" it. He helped.

I tell him all the time I just don't think I can handle him another minute. He tells me that I have to. God gave him to me because He knew I was the only one who could handle him.

It's definitely a roller coaster ride with this boy.

Camera Critters #41

2009-01-17T10:41:00.002-06:00

It's hard to be a hedgehog in our house. Poor Charlie never gets any peace when she's out & about.

She has to be subjected to weekly baths.

Still no peace.

What'a girl to do but curl up into a ball and think that tomorrow will be another day.

Job Interview Update

2009-01-16T19:27:00.002-06:00

Dear Bear,
I must admit that I wasn't very impressed with the way you came to our interview. Tucking in your shirt is very important when applying for any job! You rebounded, however, and showed confidence when you spoke. Your answers convinced me that you would make a great Human Resources employee. You will be paid $50.oo each week and share the job with one other person.

Any breech in confidentiality will result in immediate termination.

Your job begins on Monday, January 19, 2009.

Spoke with confidence? My Bear? My heart swells. He has come such a long way. I can't wait to hear about his job each day on our way home from school. As long as he doesn't break any confidences, of course.

Sincerely 'Fro Me to You - My Silly Son Edition

2009-01-14T19:07:00.005-06:00

So today Bear had a job interview. Yes, you read that right. Ten year old Bear went on a job interview. His teacher has decided to charge her students "rent" for the things they use.

I tell you what, I'll let her tell you about it:

There will also be a Talking Tax. The majority of the class looked at Bear when that was announced. Hmmmm.....

Bear filled out his application, listed three references (who did not live in our house). Today, he dressed professionally (the top pic was NOT taken today) and had his interview. He had to have his shirt tucked in, shake her hand properly, & truly answer her questions. He feels fairly confident that he got the job. Right now, he's writing a thank you note to thank his teacher for taking the time to interview him.

I'll keep you posted!