So I've worn my hair long for most of my life. Little by little each year, I've cut it shorter than my norm. I won't lie. I miss my long, silky black hair. When I was younger, my hair was so shiny, silky and healthy that everyone thought my hair was blue. I guess you could have called it "blue black". But, as I've grown more mature, well, let's just say that my hair is just not what it used to be.
I've been trying out new styles for the past couple of years. My hair is still its natural color (black), but I do have to color the gray every four to six weeks. I've heard as you get older, you should go lighter with hair color. So, I decided if I was going to go lighter, I wasn't messing around. I only wanted a salon that specialized in color. I'm glad I didn't ask how much it would cost beforehand, because I probably would have backed out.
Anyway, 4 hours and $225 bucks later, I had this fabulous hair cut and beautiful, new caramel highlights. I watched my stylist style my hair. It looked easy enough. When I came home, my family loved my new look, but made comments like, "Well, I'm sure it'll never look this way again." or "You'll never make it look this good yourself." Well, I was determined. I memorized how she took a round brush to my bangs. I didn't even own a round brush, but rushed out to get one. There were so many to choose from. I finally decided on a small, metal one. After the necessary 2 days, I could finally wash my hair. My family was going to be so proud of me when I presented my new do all by myself! I took the round brush and wrapped my bangs in it. I let them sit for a few minutes and then decided it was long enough so I began to take the brush out. It wasn't budging. I tried again. Nothing. After 10 minutes, I called for Kendra. There was no way I was going to let George see me like this. When she came into my bathroom, she laughed at me and said, "What did you do?!" I told her to shut up and google how to get a metal brush out of your hair. She ran away laughing and came back with a fork.
Downstairs, George and Kolby could hear me crying from the bathroom. The next thing I knew, my entire family was gathered around to see what Mommy had down to herself and laughed at my misfortune. George took the fork from Kendra, got the vaseline and conditioner out and went to work.
And, this video, my friends explains what happened and why I'll stick to the simple look.
Monday, December 21, 2009
Thursday, December 17, 2009
A Christmas Memory
When I was 10 years old, my parent's divorced. I was devastated. The first Christmas after the divorce would be our first without Dad. My brother, two sisters, Mom and I had moved to another state to live with our grandmother, so we were far away from Dad. We weren't able to see him for months. Because we didn't have any money, we wouldn't be able to see Dad or vice versa.
On Christmas Eve, there was a knock on the door at my Granny's house. I ran to the door and answered it. I was shocked. I couldn't believe my eyes. There was my father, standing before me. I opened the screen door and jumped in his arms. He twirled me around as I sobbed in his arms.
The toys I asked for? I don't remember one of them. But, this was one Christmas gift I've never forgotten.
I miss you, Dad.
On Christmas Eve, there was a knock on the door at my Granny's house. I ran to the door and answered it. I was shocked. I couldn't believe my eyes. There was my father, standing before me. I opened the screen door and jumped in his arms. He twirled me around as I sobbed in his arms.
The toys I asked for? I don't remember one of them. But, this was one Christmas gift I've never forgotten.
I miss you, Dad.
Monday, December 14, 2009
Follow Up From The "Twilight Zone"
I thought I should let my faithful readers in on what happened since seeing the "doctor" I wrote about in my previous blog. My phone rang the other night. I didn't recognize the number, but answered anyway, which is out of character for me.
It was her. I took the call in my bedroom, so as not to startle my family. Yes, people, she actually called me. She told me how disaappointed she was that I had called her office to inform them that I wouldn't be returning. She said she felt such a "connection" with me. She went on and on until she was called away by someone in her office. She said, "Can I call you back so we can talk about this more?" I said, "No, what's the point?" She called back anyway about 30 minutes later. Ok, this was starting to piss me off.
She starts again. She brings up the "connection" we made again. She says she'd really hoped we could become friends. She seems annoyed when I tell her that's not going to happen.
She goes on to plead with me to give her another chance. She says, "Ok, if you don't want to be friends, can I at least be your doctor?" WHAT?! I again told her it wasn't going to happen. I wished her well and reminded her that she'd known me all of 10 minutes before telling me some very personal, intimate details about her life.
I said, "Let me give you a piece of advice. Next time you feel a "connection" with a patient, ask her/him to lunch after the exam. But, hey, what do I know?"
Then she says, "Is there really nothing I can say to change your mind?" I replied. "Nothing comes to mind." and proceeded to hang up the phone.
Thirty minutes later, I received four new text messages. No, I'm not kidding.
It was her. I took the call in my bedroom, so as not to startle my family. Yes, people, she actually called me. She told me how disaappointed she was that I had called her office to inform them that I wouldn't be returning. She said she felt such a "connection" with me. She went on and on until she was called away by someone in her office. She said, "Can I call you back so we can talk about this more?" I said, "No, what's the point?" She called back anyway about 30 minutes later. Ok, this was starting to piss me off.
She starts again. She brings up the "connection" we made again. She says she'd really hoped we could become friends. She seems annoyed when I tell her that's not going to happen.
She goes on to plead with me to give her another chance. She says, "Ok, if you don't want to be friends, can I at least be your doctor?" WHAT?! I again told her it wasn't going to happen. I wished her well and reminded her that she'd known me all of 10 minutes before telling me some very personal, intimate details about her life.
I said, "Let me give you a piece of advice. Next time you feel a "connection" with a patient, ask her/him to lunch after the exam. But, hey, what do I know?"
Then she says, "Is there really nothing I can say to change your mind?" I replied. "Nothing comes to mind." and proceeded to hang up the phone.
Thirty minutes later, I received four new text messages. No, I'm not kidding.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
My Twilight Zone Doctor Visit
So, last Friday, I had a 9:30 a.m. doctor's appointment for my yearly physical. You know, the kind where they're supposed to check everything! Your blood pressure, heartbeat, ears, nose, throat, blood work, etc. etc. That once a year physical that your insurance allows and pays 100% (mostly). Anyway, I arrived fifteen minutes early to fill out my paperwork since I was a new patient. That's right, folks. I'd never laid eyes on this practice, never met my new doctor before in my life. You'll want to remember this fact. I chose this doctor from the list approved by my PPO.
My criteria? I wanted a female with years of experience and one who'd graduated from an accredited and respected college. From the looks of her, on paper anyway, I was sure I'd found my perfect match.
After filling out my paperwork, I handed it to the receptionist. She handed me back my medical history and said the doctor would go over it with me during my visit. Fifteen minutes later, I was called into the examing room, where a nurse asked me more questions and said, "the doctor will be in momentarily". Yeah, right. I waited the usual 30-45 minutes before the doctor walked in. She was attractive, seemed to be in reasonably good shape, wore a nice suit and had a great haircut. She smiled and introduced herself. And then I entered the "twilight zone".
I can't tell you exactly how it happened and frankly I'm still baffled everytime I think about it. Within five minutes of entering the exam room, this doctor, begins to spill her guts out to me about a special "friend" that she's got the hots for. I was in shock. I sat there stunned, shaking my head as she goes on, "I'm in love with two men, Victoria, and I don't know what to do. I really like this other guy so much! He's the first person I've ever met who's smarter than I am (not saying much) and I just can't help myself." She goes on. Seriously, she doesn't stop. "Now, don't get me wrong. I have a wonderful husband and we have great sex 5 times a week, but I really can't stop thinking about being with this other guy. I just don't know what to do! What do you think?" I said, "Seriously? Ahhhh. Well, let's see, how to you feel about God?" She looks surprised. "Oh, it's so funny you bring Him up, I've been trying to think of a way to convince Him that it's a good idea." Are you friggin' kidding me?!
I said, "Don't waste your breath, God would never give you permission to have an affair!" She looks stunned. "Why not?" Again, are you FRIGGIN kidding me!? I said, "Because it goes against everything He stands for." She continues, smiling proudly as she does, "I just really like this guy so much, Victoria, but you're probably right, I shouldn't, but I think it's a possibility." Then she laughs. Yes, folks, she laughs. I said, "Look, if you don't stop what you're doing, you might as well book a room at the Hilton." She laughs out loud again and says, "That is so funny. You are funny!" Friends, I wasn't trying to be funny.
After 45 minutes of this (and I've given you the very, short abbreviated version), the nurse phones in the room and tells her she has other patient's waiting. She hurries out the door, tells me it was great to meet me and she hopes we become "great friends" (not likely) and gives my paperwork to the nurse with instructions to draw labs on me. That was it. No physical, no, how are you doing, is there anything you want to talk about, are you concerned about anything going on with your body, nothing!
Oh yeah, did I mention that she copied my cell phone number (she took it from my chart) into her cell phone!? Oh and lest I forget to mention the 87 year old patient she tells me about that wants to "do her". Or that she told me he said "affairs are good for marriages." Well, of course, he told her this, duh, he wants to "do her"! I'll be sending her a bill for $100 bucks. I'd say that's about the going rate for a one hour counseling session.
I never got my physical. And, I'm changing doctors. First thing in the morning.
My criteria? I wanted a female with years of experience and one who'd graduated from an accredited and respected college. From the looks of her, on paper anyway, I was sure I'd found my perfect match.
After filling out my paperwork, I handed it to the receptionist. She handed me back my medical history and said the doctor would go over it with me during my visit. Fifteen minutes later, I was called into the examing room, where a nurse asked me more questions and said, "the doctor will be in momentarily". Yeah, right. I waited the usual 30-45 minutes before the doctor walked in. She was attractive, seemed to be in reasonably good shape, wore a nice suit and had a great haircut. She smiled and introduced herself. And then I entered the "twilight zone".
I can't tell you exactly how it happened and frankly I'm still baffled everytime I think about it. Within five minutes of entering the exam room, this doctor, begins to spill her guts out to me about a special "friend" that she's got the hots for. I was in shock. I sat there stunned, shaking my head as she goes on, "I'm in love with two men, Victoria, and I don't know what to do. I really like this other guy so much! He's the first person I've ever met who's smarter than I am (not saying much) and I just can't help myself." She goes on. Seriously, she doesn't stop. "Now, don't get me wrong. I have a wonderful husband and we have great sex 5 times a week, but I really can't stop thinking about being with this other guy. I just don't know what to do! What do you think?" I said, "Seriously? Ahhhh. Well, let's see, how to you feel about God?" She looks surprised. "Oh, it's so funny you bring Him up, I've been trying to think of a way to convince Him that it's a good idea." Are you friggin' kidding me?!
I said, "Don't waste your breath, God would never give you permission to have an affair!" She looks stunned. "Why not?" Again, are you FRIGGIN kidding me!? I said, "Because it goes against everything He stands for." She continues, smiling proudly as she does, "I just really like this guy so much, Victoria, but you're probably right, I shouldn't, but I think it's a possibility." Then she laughs. Yes, folks, she laughs. I said, "Look, if you don't stop what you're doing, you might as well book a room at the Hilton." She laughs out loud again and says, "That is so funny. You are funny!" Friends, I wasn't trying to be funny.
After 45 minutes of this (and I've given you the very, short abbreviated version), the nurse phones in the room and tells her she has other patient's waiting. She hurries out the door, tells me it was great to meet me and she hopes we become "great friends" (not likely) and gives my paperwork to the nurse with instructions to draw labs on me. That was it. No physical, no, how are you doing, is there anything you want to talk about, are you concerned about anything going on with your body, nothing!
Oh yeah, did I mention that she copied my cell phone number (she took it from my chart) into her cell phone!? Oh and lest I forget to mention the 87 year old patient she tells me about that wants to "do her". Or that she told me he said "affairs are good for marriages." Well, of course, he told her this, duh, he wants to "do her"! I'll be sending her a bill for $100 bucks. I'd say that's about the going rate for a one hour counseling session.
I never got my physical. And, I'm changing doctors. First thing in the morning.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Lil Pooks is Here!
Last Thursday, October 2, I got the surprise of my life! One of the best I've ever had.......ever! I was tricked to leave my office by my Admin Asst Andrea and when I returned, guess who walked out of my office! Teryn and my Lil Pooks!
A week earlier, Teryn purchased a plane ticket from Nashville, called George, gave him a list of what he needed to pick up (car seat, bathtub and diapers) and the plan was set. My Lil Pooks was on her way, with her Mommy to see Mimi!
I have her with me for 12 days........12 days!! This is the easy part. The hard part will be when I have to put them on a plane next Tuesday. My blog won't be so cheerful then.
But, for today, I'm sitting on the couch watching as my granddaughter watches "Sid the Science Kid". For now, I'm in "Mimi Heaven". :)
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
My True Love's Name is Jesus
Something dawned on me today. I'm a little slow sometimes. God adores me. He loves me and thinks I'm pretty amazing. As I was sitting here in my kitchen, watching over dinner on the stove, I realized that I write blogs about my family quite a lot. I write about what they're going through or how much they mean to me and how much I love them. Well, I'm a little ashamed to admit, but I've neglected to write about the very One whose blessed me with all that I write about, the good and the bad. He's the One who blessed me with the family and friends that I love so much. He's taught me how to love them, despite our differences. He's so many things to me. These are just a very few of them.
He's my best friend and knew He was all I'd ever need, yet He sent me George.
He's my Redeemer and has forgiven all my sins, yet loves me even though I still sin.
He's my Savior, yet allows me to make mistakes, so that I learn from them.
He's my Everything, yet encourages me to enjoy others.
He's jealous of my time, yet doesn't punish me when I neglect my time with Him.
He's beautiful, yet He thinks I'm breathtaking.
He's perfect, yet loves this woman who's not even close to it.
He's true to His word, yet accepts me even though I haven't always been.
He's sinless, yet He desperately loves this sinner.
It is absolutely mind blowing how much He loves us. Beyond my comprehension.
He's Jesus. He's God. He's the Holy Spirit. And He's mine.
He's my best friend and knew He was all I'd ever need, yet He sent me George.
He's my Redeemer and has forgiven all my sins, yet loves me even though I still sin.
He's my Savior, yet allows me to make mistakes, so that I learn from them.
He's my Everything, yet encourages me to enjoy others.
He's jealous of my time, yet doesn't punish me when I neglect my time with Him.
He's beautiful, yet He thinks I'm breathtaking.
He's perfect, yet loves this woman who's not even close to it.
He's true to His word, yet accepts me even though I haven't always been.
He's sinless, yet He desperately loves this sinner.
It is absolutely mind blowing how much He loves us. Beyond my comprehension.
He's Jesus. He's God. He's the Holy Spirit. And He's mine.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Lil Pooks is 3 Months Old!
Happy 3 Month Old Day, my Lil Pooks! Mimi is so in love with you, she can't even see straight. Thinking about you every day just makes me smile. My life is changing because of you! You're not even 15 lbs yet, but you weigh me down with how much I love you!
I can't wait to see you. And I can't wait to be closer. Slumber parties, shopping days, candy runs, ice cream treats, you name it and I think you'll get it.
What the heck am I going to do when you start talking and asking me for things? Go broke, that's what.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
My Trip To Nashville
So, I flew into Nashville on Wednesday to be with Tawni for her graduation ceremony from Nursing School tomorrow night. :)
Well, the journey was a little comical and frustrating. First of all, I decided to surprise the girls and show up 8 hours earlier by trying to make a stand by flight at 7:00 a.m. As I waited in the terminal (and prayed real hard), I heard the announcement! They called my name, I'd been chosen! Excitedly, I approached the ticket counter, the woman (Debbie) asked for my ticket. I said, "What ticket? I bought it online, I don't have a ticket. Just check on your computer, I'm in there." With a little too much excitement in her voice, she said, "No, it says here that you have a paper ticket and they probably mailed it to you. Without it, you can't get on this or any flight." Hmmm.
Then, I remembered. It had come in the mail a month earlier and I placed it in my "special drawer" so I wouldn't forget it.
I called George and he rushed back to the airport (thanks Baby!). He found it just where I told him it'd be, in my "special drawer". But, could I be so lucky to get called to the counter a second time? Please God! With ticket in hand, I went back to the counter. "She" was still there. Smiling, I showed her my ticket. With even more enthusiasm and I could swear I heard a touch of smart ass in her voice, she said, "This flight is pretty full. Doesn't look too good for you." I held back. Hard for me.
Well, Little Miss I'm The Ticket Counter Diva Debbie was wrong. I made the cut and was on the next flight at 8:30, so provided I could make the stand by in Dallas, I would still make it in 6 hours earlier than my original 10:30 pm arrival!
So, I get on the plane and the flight attendant comes over the intercom. "Please make sure all cell phones are off and if you notice that the person next to you is still on their phone, please ask them to turn it off."
Are you friggin kidding me? Was she serious? That's not my job. Then it was time for the demonstrations. You know, how to use a seatbelt (if you don't know how to do this, you shouldn't be flying) and of course, the old dreaded, "in case of a drop in cabin pressure, an oxygen mask will drop. Place it over your nose and breathe slowly. Then, please assist the person next to you."
Oh, I'm so sure. Does she seriously think the person next to me is going to help me if I can't breathe? I just pissed him off by telling him to turn off his cell phone.
Well, the journey was a little comical and frustrating. First of all, I decided to surprise the girls and show up 8 hours earlier by trying to make a stand by flight at 7:00 a.m. As I waited in the terminal (and prayed real hard), I heard the announcement! They called my name, I'd been chosen! Excitedly, I approached the ticket counter, the woman (Debbie) asked for my ticket. I said, "What ticket? I bought it online, I don't have a ticket. Just check on your computer, I'm in there." With a little too much excitement in her voice, she said, "No, it says here that you have a paper ticket and they probably mailed it to you. Without it, you can't get on this or any flight." Hmmm.
Then, I remembered. It had come in the mail a month earlier and I placed it in my "special drawer" so I wouldn't forget it.
I called George and he rushed back to the airport (thanks Baby!). He found it just where I told him it'd be, in my "special drawer". But, could I be so lucky to get called to the counter a second time? Please God! With ticket in hand, I went back to the counter. "She" was still there. Smiling, I showed her my ticket. With even more enthusiasm and I could swear I heard a touch of smart ass in her voice, she said, "This flight is pretty full. Doesn't look too good for you." I held back. Hard for me.
Well, Little Miss I'm The Ticket Counter Diva Debbie was wrong. I made the cut and was on the next flight at 8:30, so provided I could make the stand by in Dallas, I would still make it in 6 hours earlier than my original 10:30 pm arrival!
So, I get on the plane and the flight attendant comes over the intercom. "Please make sure all cell phones are off and if you notice that the person next to you is still on their phone, please ask them to turn it off."
Are you friggin kidding me? Was she serious? That's not my job. Then it was time for the demonstrations. You know, how to use a seatbelt (if you don't know how to do this, you shouldn't be flying) and of course, the old dreaded, "in case of a drop in cabin pressure, an oxygen mask will drop. Place it over your nose and breathe slowly. Then, please assist the person next to you."
Oh, I'm so sure. Does she seriously think the person next to me is going to help me if I can't breathe? I just pissed him off by telling him to turn off his cell phone.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Nursing, Divorce and Tawni Bear
My second daughter, Tawni, is 24 years old. And this Friday, August 21, 2009, she will graduate from Nursing School. This moment is about so much more than a nursing diploma. It's about her independence. It's a milestone in her life. Read on to find out why.
I will be traveling to Nashville on Wednesday for this momentous event and I'm so excited. I remember when Tawni and I first started discussing the possibility of her attending nursing school. I immediately encouraged her to move forward. Tawni has such a special gift with people, she is filled with compassion for others and is one of the most generous people I've ever met. She's really special. Noone who ever meets her regrets it. And they never forget her either.
My daughter has become a woman over the past few years. She graduated high school, went on the mission field, lived on her own and then met Thad. They eloped and have been married a little over 3 years now. I'll never forget the night she called to tell me. I knew she'd gotten married before she said anything. After she told me, I told her I had to hang up the phone. I was at my friend, Stephanie's house. I cried. I would have liked to have shared the moment with her. After awhile, I called her back and told her that no matter what, I loved her and I would do my best to support their marriage. And I did.
But, I admit now, the feeling that Tawni had missed out on something else God had for her never completely left me. As a mother, it is very difficult to keep your mouth shut (especially when you're a mother like me).
Yes, Tawni has worked extremely hard this past year to complete nursing school. She's had test after test after test. She's called me several times so stressed that she wanted to give up and quit. I pleaded with her to hang in there. I told her I knew it would be worth it and she was going to make a great nurse. She owed it to her future patients to hang on. She did. She continued to push herself. She did that on her own, it had nothing to do with me. I want to make that clear.
I don't rejoice in what I'm about to tell you. Not completely anyway. Early this year, a week before finals that would make or break her nursing career, Tawni was confronted with some devastating news about her husband. I was there the day she found out. Even I will admit, I was shocked, then sad, and then pissed. I wanted to kill him for hurting my Tawni Bear.
Without saying more than I feel I should, I will tell you that my daughter, Tawni, has filed for divorce from her husband of three years. She has biblical grounds. My heart breaks for what my Tawni Bear has endured this past year. I've watched her struggle the past few months, but she's my hero. She continues to hold her head high and is now preparing to walk across a stage to accept her Nursing Diploma. I think my Bear has realized that she's stronger than she ever thought and that God will never leave her.
I, along with many other friends and family members, will be there on Friday night. We will shed some tears, cheer her on, celebrate with her and hold her tight. I look forward to the new chapter in my daughter's life. And I feel privileged to be a part of it.
As for Thad. He has to not only live with what he's done, but he has to live knowing the best thing he ever had is gone. In my opinion, he never deserved her.
Oh and those finals? I don't know how she did it, but she passed every single one of them. That's my Bear.
I will be traveling to Nashville on Wednesday for this momentous event and I'm so excited. I remember when Tawni and I first started discussing the possibility of her attending nursing school. I immediately encouraged her to move forward. Tawni has such a special gift with people, she is filled with compassion for others and is one of the most generous people I've ever met. She's really special. Noone who ever meets her regrets it. And they never forget her either.
My daughter has become a woman over the past few years. She graduated high school, went on the mission field, lived on her own and then met Thad. They eloped and have been married a little over 3 years now. I'll never forget the night she called to tell me. I knew she'd gotten married before she said anything. After she told me, I told her I had to hang up the phone. I was at my friend, Stephanie's house. I cried. I would have liked to have shared the moment with her. After awhile, I called her back and told her that no matter what, I loved her and I would do my best to support their marriage. And I did.
But, I admit now, the feeling that Tawni had missed out on something else God had for her never completely left me. As a mother, it is very difficult to keep your mouth shut (especially when you're a mother like me).
Yes, Tawni has worked extremely hard this past year to complete nursing school. She's had test after test after test. She's called me several times so stressed that she wanted to give up and quit. I pleaded with her to hang in there. I told her I knew it would be worth it and she was going to make a great nurse. She owed it to her future patients to hang on. She did. She continued to push herself. She did that on her own, it had nothing to do with me. I want to make that clear.
I don't rejoice in what I'm about to tell you. Not completely anyway. Early this year, a week before finals that would make or break her nursing career, Tawni was confronted with some devastating news about her husband. I was there the day she found out. Even I will admit, I was shocked, then sad, and then pissed. I wanted to kill him for hurting my Tawni Bear.
Without saying more than I feel I should, I will tell you that my daughter, Tawni, has filed for divorce from her husband of three years. She has biblical grounds. My heart breaks for what my Tawni Bear has endured this past year. I've watched her struggle the past few months, but she's my hero. She continues to hold her head high and is now preparing to walk across a stage to accept her Nursing Diploma. I think my Bear has realized that she's stronger than she ever thought and that God will never leave her.
I, along with many other friends and family members, will be there on Friday night. We will shed some tears, cheer her on, celebrate with her and hold her tight. I look forward to the new chapter in my daughter's life. And I feel privileged to be a part of it.
As for Thad. He has to not only live with what he's done, but he has to live knowing the best thing he ever had is gone. In my opinion, he never deserved her.
Oh and those finals? I don't know how she did it, but she passed every single one of them. That's my Bear.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Lil Pooks First Visit to the PoPo Station
So last Saturday night, my daughters, Teryn and Tawni, took my granddaughter Salem with them to go shopping at Target. They found her a $300 car seat on sale for $100. Teryn called me from Target and was so excited about this car seat.
Anyway, she was pretty thrilled about the great deal she'd just gotten. That was Saturday night. On Sunday morning, she went to her car to retrieve her great find. She wanted to show it off to Chad. The problem was that it wasn't there. She came in the house and looked around for it, but still, it was nowhere to be found. Tawni and Chad decided to go out and help her look when Tawni noticed her own car seemed suspicious. They came to realize that not only had Teryn's car been broken into, but Tawni and Chad's had been too!
Tawni had new clothes in her car and they, too, were gone! Time to call 911. Teryn called me shaken up and told me what had happened and that the cops were in her driveway taking fingerprints of all three cars.
I calmed her down the best I could and told her to call me back when the cops left. A few minutes later, once again my phone was ringing. Teryn said, "Mommy, are you ready for this? This guy just came up to me in my driveway, with the cops standing nearby, and asked me if everything was ok. He said, and I quote"we look out for our neighbors around here."
Teryn thought that was a nice, neighborly thing to do, until, she noticed something very shiny around his neck. It was a heart. It was a necklace. It was HER necklace! Not only that, this dude was actually wearing her RayBan Sunglasses too! She screamed to the cops that this guy had her things on. They arrested him, put him in the police cruiser and drove him "downtown".
Teryn, Chad, Tawni and even my Lil Pooks had to go down to the PoPo Station and press charges. The guy swears they were gifts from his girlfriend. Either way, he's in the slammer. The girls know that the chances are slim of ever seeing their stuff again. But, what a story we have to tell my granddaughter one day about her first (and I hope last!) visit to the PoPo Station!
Ah, I remember those good old days, when our neighbors just borrowed milk and sugar!
Anyway, she was pretty thrilled about the great deal she'd just gotten. That was Saturday night. On Sunday morning, she went to her car to retrieve her great find. She wanted to show it off to Chad. The problem was that it wasn't there. She came in the house and looked around for it, but still, it was nowhere to be found. Tawni and Chad decided to go out and help her look when Tawni noticed her own car seemed suspicious. They came to realize that not only had Teryn's car been broken into, but Tawni and Chad's had been too!
Tawni had new clothes in her car and they, too, were gone! Time to call 911. Teryn called me shaken up and told me what had happened and that the cops were in her driveway taking fingerprints of all three cars.
I calmed her down the best I could and told her to call me back when the cops left. A few minutes later, once again my phone was ringing. Teryn said, "Mommy, are you ready for this? This guy just came up to me in my driveway, with the cops standing nearby, and asked me if everything was ok. He said, and I quote"we look out for our neighbors around here."
Teryn thought that was a nice, neighborly thing to do, until, she noticed something very shiny around his neck. It was a heart. It was a necklace. It was HER necklace! Not only that, this dude was actually wearing her RayBan Sunglasses too! She screamed to the cops that this guy had her things on. They arrested him, put him in the police cruiser and drove him "downtown".
Teryn, Chad, Tawni and even my Lil Pooks had to go down to the PoPo Station and press charges. The guy swears they were gifts from his girlfriend. Either way, he's in the slammer. The girls know that the chances are slim of ever seeing their stuff again. But, what a story we have to tell my granddaughter one day about her first (and I hope last!) visit to the PoPo Station!
Ah, I remember those good old days, when our neighbors just borrowed milk and sugar!
Friday, August 7, 2009
Sometimes Even Sisters Need to Keep Secrets
I just found out about something today that literally made me gasp. Literally. Some of you may or may not know that my sister suffered a miscarriage last February. Well, she did. It was very hard on her. That made it hard on me.
I know that many of you enjoy reading my sister's blog (its a pilots life for me) so, you may be aware that she is now four months pregnant. This morning as we were talking about morning sickness, weight gain, gas and all the pleasures of pregnancy, I had a revelation.
I reminded my sister of her miscarriage last year (she remembered) and told her that I believed this pregnancy, this new life growing inside of her, was God's blessing to her for all she'd been through. She stopped me. She said, "Have you read my latest blog?" I said, "No." She said, "I didn't think so. You need to read it. I'm sure you'll be calling me back as soon as you do."
Now, I was intrigued. I couldn't wait to get to my computer. I turned it on and immediately went to her blog. I read it. After the first two sentences, before even finishing it, I sat at my desk and gasped. I don't know why she didn't tell me, not completely, but I understood. I wasn't upset or offended in any way because even though we may be sisters, we are still women. And sometimes as women we need to experience pain in our own way. I respect that. She was right. I had to call her right away.
And after I took a deep breath and regained my composure, that's exactly what I did.
I know that many of you enjoy reading my sister's blog (its a pilots life for me) so, you may be aware that she is now four months pregnant. This morning as we were talking about morning sickness, weight gain, gas and all the pleasures of pregnancy, I had a revelation.
I reminded my sister of her miscarriage last year (she remembered) and told her that I believed this pregnancy, this new life growing inside of her, was God's blessing to her for all she'd been through. She stopped me. She said, "Have you read my latest blog?" I said, "No." She said, "I didn't think so. You need to read it. I'm sure you'll be calling me back as soon as you do."
Now, I was intrigued. I couldn't wait to get to my computer. I turned it on and immediately went to her blog. I read it. After the first two sentences, before even finishing it, I sat at my desk and gasped. I don't know why she didn't tell me, not completely, but I understood. I wasn't upset or offended in any way because even though we may be sisters, we are still women. And sometimes as women we need to experience pain in our own way. I respect that. She was right. I had to call her right away.
And after I took a deep breath and regained my composure, that's exactly what I did.
Monday, July 27, 2009
Welcome My New Niece, Sydney Olivia Robinson!
On Saturday night, July 25th at approximately 9:45 pm in Seattle, WA, my little brother, Robbie and his wife, Adrien, welcomed their first daughter, Sydney Olivia Robinson. She joins her big brother, Robbie.
As all of you know, I became a first time grandmother two months ago to my Salem (Lil Pooks) and now I'm a new Aunt.
I am truly blessed. Congratulations Robbie and Adrien! We are all so thrilled for you and can't wait to meet her!
Our family beach trip next year just keeps growing! So, what do you think? Do we need a bigger house? We love you all!
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
New Blogs Coming Soon!
So much to write about, so little time. But, I will be writing soon. OK.......don't hold your breath, but I promise I'll start in the near future. No, seriously, I am. I'm not kidding!
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Happy Birthday Kendra!
I can't believe you are 17 years old! One more year, baby!
I love you. "High as the sky, deep at the sea, and all the air that's in between."
I couldn't be more proud of one of my daughter's. You are truly a blessing in my life.
Love, Mommy
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Happy Birthday Teryn, my Little T.T.
I can't believe you're 27 years old and a new Mommy.
I love you. "High as the sky, deep as the sea, and all the air in between".
I'm so proud and honored to be your mother. You're going to be a mother to Salem that will enable her to grow up to be as wonderful as her own mother.
Friday, June 5, 2009
Salem Sophia Chapin
At 6:52 pm, Monday, June 1st, I witnessed the birth of my first grandchild, Salem Sophia Chapin. She weighed 7 lbs. 3 oz and she's the most beautiful baby I've ever seen.
Words cannot describe the emotions I feel towards someone I just met. What do I do now?
Thursday, May 28, 2009
My Girl's Are Leaving On A Jet Plane
Tomorrow morning I will be putting my two youngest girls on an airplane to N.C. for several weeks. As much as I'm looking forward to some alone time with my husband, I'm going to miss them terribly.
It helps that I will see them next week in Nashville (George and I will be flying there on Saturday) for the birth of our granddaughter, but once we get back home, it's going to be quiet around here. Gabby's going to miss them too.
These are the worst parts of divorce. Saying good-bye to your children when they visit their other parent isn't easy (especially when they'd rather stay home). But, I have to believe that being able to show my girl's what a healthy, normal, marriage looks like will have many rewards for them in the long run. And will prove to be worth the price of being apart. My girl's are healthy, happy and well adjusted and I am an extremely blessed woman. Yes, I will miss Kendra and Kolby.
I guess George and I will just have to find some creative ways to pass the time!
It helps that I will see them next week in Nashville (George and I will be flying there on Saturday) for the birth of our granddaughter, but once we get back home, it's going to be quiet around here. Gabby's going to miss them too.
These are the worst parts of divorce. Saying good-bye to your children when they visit their other parent isn't easy (especially when they'd rather stay home). But, I have to believe that being able to show my girl's what a healthy, normal, marriage looks like will have many rewards for them in the long run. And will prove to be worth the price of being apart. My girl's are healthy, happy and well adjusted and I am an extremely blessed woman. Yes, I will miss Kendra and Kolby.
I guess George and I will just have to find some creative ways to pass the time!
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Dear T.T.
She's almost here. Can you believe it? I'm sure the time has crawled for you, but it has flown by for me. I can't believe it. I remember when I was pregnant with you and now here you are about to give birth to your own daughter. This experience has been truly surreal for me, as I'm sure it has been for you. Until your own daughter tells you she's expecting her first child, it will be hard for you to fully understand what I'm feeling during this time, but I still wanted you to know a few things.
First of all, the moment you conceived my granddaughter, you became a mother. Yes, I know within a matter of days, you will physically hold her in your arms, but you accepted the responsibility of being her Mommy the moment you knew you were pregnant. Have you realized that you've already begun making sacrifices for her, just like any good mother would do? By taking care of yourself, for the sake of your baby, you've joined the "Good Mommy Club". I know it hasn't been easy denying yourself many of the luxuries you enjoyed pre-pregnancy. You remember that glass of wine, size 2 jeans, sleeping on your stomach and yoga classes?
You traded them for morning sickness, sleepless nights, swollen ankles, heartburn, new clothes and let's not forget that swollen belly! See, you've already been taking care of her these past 9 months and made countless sacrifices for her already. And I'm sure you haven't minded or given it a second thought. I never did. It may not seem like it right now, Teryn, but every bit of what you've been through and are going through, is worth it. I promise you will never regret it. I never did.
You will be a mother to my granddaughter that makes your own mother proud. I know this because I've witnessed with my own eyes the kind of woman you've become. You're a wonderful wife and you will be a wonderful mother. You've always had that "mother" thing going on. You started taking on the role as the "other mother" from the moment each of your sisters were born. More times than I can count, I would just sit back and watch you with them. You are a natural.
Your daughter, my granddaughter, is a very lucky and blessed little girl. She has a Mommy who's intelligent enough to take the good of what her own Moommy taught her and to teach her own daughter the same. I also know that you're smart enough to do your best not to make the same mistakes I made with you or your sisters. And I wouldn't want it any other way.
I'm so excited about this time of your life, Teryn. This will be one of the happiest of yours and Chad's marriage. The birth of your first child. All the firsts that come with it. Her first smile. Her first word. Her first step. Her first day of school. Cherish each one of these moments. You will miss them. I sure do.
These last few weeks of pregnancy can be so uncomfortable, I know, but enjoy it. This is a special time that you can never get back. From the morning after she's born, you will miss being pregnant. Yes, seriously, you'll miss it, especially feeling her move. You and your daughter will never be as close as you are right now, so take it all in and remember as much as you can. There's something about this time of your life that will be precious to you all the days of your life.
Trust me. I know this. I'm a Mommy too.
First of all, the moment you conceived my granddaughter, you became a mother. Yes, I know within a matter of days, you will physically hold her in your arms, but you accepted the responsibility of being her Mommy the moment you knew you were pregnant. Have you realized that you've already begun making sacrifices for her, just like any good mother would do? By taking care of yourself, for the sake of your baby, you've joined the "Good Mommy Club". I know it hasn't been easy denying yourself many of the luxuries you enjoyed pre-pregnancy. You remember that glass of wine, size 2 jeans, sleeping on your stomach and yoga classes?
You traded them for morning sickness, sleepless nights, swollen ankles, heartburn, new clothes and let's not forget that swollen belly! See, you've already been taking care of her these past 9 months and made countless sacrifices for her already. And I'm sure you haven't minded or given it a second thought. I never did. It may not seem like it right now, Teryn, but every bit of what you've been through and are going through, is worth it. I promise you will never regret it. I never did.
You will be a mother to my granddaughter that makes your own mother proud. I know this because I've witnessed with my own eyes the kind of woman you've become. You're a wonderful wife and you will be a wonderful mother. You've always had that "mother" thing going on. You started taking on the role as the "other mother" from the moment each of your sisters were born. More times than I can count, I would just sit back and watch you with them. You are a natural.
Your daughter, my granddaughter, is a very lucky and blessed little girl. She has a Mommy who's intelligent enough to take the good of what her own Moommy taught her and to teach her own daughter the same. I also know that you're smart enough to do your best not to make the same mistakes I made with you or your sisters. And I wouldn't want it any other way.
I'm so excited about this time of your life, Teryn. This will be one of the happiest of yours and Chad's marriage. The birth of your first child. All the firsts that come with it. Her first smile. Her first word. Her first step. Her first day of school. Cherish each one of these moments. You will miss them. I sure do.
These last few weeks of pregnancy can be so uncomfortable, I know, but enjoy it. This is a special time that you can never get back. From the morning after she's born, you will miss being pregnant. Yes, seriously, you'll miss it, especially feeling her move. You and your daughter will never be as close as you are right now, so take it all in and remember as much as you can. There's something about this time of your life that will be precious to you all the days of your life.
Trust me. I know this. I'm a Mommy too.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Dear Baby C
Dear Baby Girl Chapin,
I thought I should introduce myself to you, being that you will be here soon. I'm your grandmother. Not sure what you're going to call me as of yet, but whether it's Gigi, Mimi, Nana or G-Mommy, it doesn't change the fact that I'm your grandmother. Your Mommy's Mommy. You see, just as you are living and resting comfortably in your Mommy's tummy, your own Mommy lived in mine 27 years ago. Can you believe it's almost time? You're almost here! It's taken 9 long months, but the day is soon approaching. Within just a matter of weeks, not months, we will hold you in our arms, gaze at your beautiful face and proudly claim you to be ours. It hasn't been easy being so far away from your Mommy during this time. But, I've enjoyed seeing her belly grow through pictures. And, man, has it grown!
I want to tell you something amazing. I already love you. I haven't even met you, but I'm crazy about you. We're not sure what your name is going to be. Your Mommy and Daddy want to wait until they see you and then they'll know. I want you to know that you were very wanted by not just your Mommy and Daddy, but all of us. Your Aunt's, Tawni, Kendra and Kolby have been waiting for this moment for a long time. As soon as your Mommy and Daddy got married, they were asking, "When are you going to have a baby?"
Your room is ready. It's beautiful. Your parent's have everything ready for you. You already own your first pair of Uggs (these are very expensive boots, your grandmother doesn't even own a pair!). And let's not forget about your hoity toity stroller! It's called a Bug-a-Boo, so please be careful not to spit up on that $900 ride of yours! I know that's a lot of pressure, but you can handle it. You have good DNA.
You come from a strong line of women. I know you are going to be a courageous and brave little girl, just like your Mommy. You're going to be compassionate, generous and kind, just like your Aunties. And I'm really hoping you have the musical talent of your Daddy.
What do I hope you'll get from me? My prayer is that you will only inherit my good qualities. You'll find out soon enough that your grandmother isn't perfect, but she tries hard to be the best she can be. I try to admit when I'm wrong and work hard at humbling myself to ask others for forgiveness when I've hurt or wronged them, which I've done more times than I'd like to admit. But, all I've ever wanted was for my own children to be proud of me. To be loved and respected by them and to be there when they need me.
I promise you that I want to do the same for you. I'll always be here for you, love you unconditionally, teach you, pray for you daily and accept you for who you are, (although you may have to cut me some slack at times!). I promise to always tell you the truth, even when it hurts. And don't tell Mommy and Daddy, but when you're with me, we'll eat, buy noisy toys and do whatever we want!
I'll see you soon, little one. Know that you have my heart. Just like your Mommy does.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
We Are The Bomb!
George and I hosted Kolby's 13th Birthday Party at our house recently and it was "da bomb"! Of all four of my daughters, I must admit that this was probably the best birthday bash I've ever thrown for one of my girls. George and I were determined to make it memorable for Kolby. Turning 13, is, after all, one of the "big ones"! So, we spent, ok, too much to mention, on cake, ice cream, decorations, etc., but it was worth every penny.
George donned his bodybuilder apron and grilled hamburgers and hot dogs for over 30 teenagers! As Kolby was opening presents, with all her friends sitting around our living room watching her, George and I decided it was time for one of our surprises. We started spraying the kids with our water guns purchased earlier in the day, just for this special occasion. It was so cool! I think we had as much fun as they did.
After everyone ran outside for the limbo and hula hoop contest, our next surprise was on its way. We filled up water balloons (George bought 200!), with help from Kendra and Gabriel, surprised our party guests by getting them soaked. They were shocked and surprised, but laughing their heads off!
Yes, this one will go down in the record books. And although, we were quite a hit with the kids (they said and I quote, "Kolby, you have the coolest Mom and Step-Dad!"), we were most proud of the fact that we made Kolby very happy.
And that's really what we were going for.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
You're Fired!
I found out today that I've been given my pink slip. Today, President Obama's budget cuts were approved. Part of those cuts affect abstinence until marriage education because our President, Mr. Obama, doesn't believe in it. Being that he's so liberal and surrounded himself with such company (look at his cabinet), this doesn't come as a surprise to me, nor did it to my staff. We knew that when this man was put in office, the clock was ticking, not only for the unborn, but for abstinence education. We knew this from the company that he keeps. Mr. Obama plays in the sandbox with some nasty people, including those of Planned Parenthood, who despise abstinence education. If we teach teenagers the importance of abstaining from sex outside marriage, it would hurt their $billion dollar a year business called abortion. So, as of September, 2010, myself and my staff will have to find new jobs. That gives us approximately 15 months to keep making a difference.
I have been involved in abstinence education for over 10 years and I can tell you that our President and all his liberal friends are wrong.
I'd like to see Mr. Obama tell the student at a high school where I presented the abstinence until marriage message that it's a waste of our tax dollars and time. This particular student came to me after an assembly and said, "I want you to know that you came here my freshman year. It was a Wednesday. My boyfriend and I had plans to have sex for the first time the following Saturday. Because of what you taught me that day, I cancelled those plans. I'm a senior now and I'm graduating next month as a virgin. Thank you. You saved me from making a huge mistake." Go ahead, Mr. Obama, explain to her that abstinence education doesn't work. I would bet this young woman would call you a liar.
Or tell it to the young man who was relieved in learning that just because he wanted to wait to have sex until marriage, didn't mean he was gay. Or how about the countless young girls who cried as I told them it was never too late to change their behavior and they weren't washed up goods because they'd already engaged in pre-marital sex.
So, what is it you want us to do, Mr. Obama? Teach these kids how to wear condoms, put them on birth control or the patch?
The abstinence until marriage message is not just about pregnancies and STD's, Mr. Obama. It's about morals and values. It's about self esteem and self value. It's about protecting teenagers from getting their hearts broken, ruining their reputations, feeling no sense of worth, feeling used, washed up, guilty or ashamed. What are you and your liberal friends so afraid of? You don't give these kids enough credit. We don't have a generation of kids who don't want the best for themselves? When have you been out there talking to them, face to face, like I and so many like me have been? They want to hear the truth! They want people to care enough about them to tell it to them! Do you have any idea how high the statistics are of teenagers who've engaged in pre-marital sex trying to commit suicide?!
You're missing it, Mr. Obama. And a generation of our kids are going to pay for your ignorance.
I have been involved in abstinence education for over 10 years and I can tell you that our President and all his liberal friends are wrong.
I'd like to see Mr. Obama tell the student at a high school where I presented the abstinence until marriage message that it's a waste of our tax dollars and time. This particular student came to me after an assembly and said, "I want you to know that you came here my freshman year. It was a Wednesday. My boyfriend and I had plans to have sex for the first time the following Saturday. Because of what you taught me that day, I cancelled those plans. I'm a senior now and I'm graduating next month as a virgin. Thank you. You saved me from making a huge mistake." Go ahead, Mr. Obama, explain to her that abstinence education doesn't work. I would bet this young woman would call you a liar.
Or tell it to the young man who was relieved in learning that just because he wanted to wait to have sex until marriage, didn't mean he was gay. Or how about the countless young girls who cried as I told them it was never too late to change their behavior and they weren't washed up goods because they'd already engaged in pre-marital sex.
So, what is it you want us to do, Mr. Obama? Teach these kids how to wear condoms, put them on birth control or the patch?
The abstinence until marriage message is not just about pregnancies and STD's, Mr. Obama. It's about morals and values. It's about self esteem and self value. It's about protecting teenagers from getting their hearts broken, ruining their reputations, feeling no sense of worth, feeling used, washed up, guilty or ashamed. What are you and your liberal friends so afraid of? You don't give these kids enough credit. We don't have a generation of kids who don't want the best for themselves? When have you been out there talking to them, face to face, like I and so many like me have been? They want to hear the truth! They want people to care enough about them to tell it to them! Do you have any idea how high the statistics are of teenagers who've engaged in pre-marital sex trying to commit suicide?!
You're missing it, Mr. Obama. And a generation of our kids are going to pay for your ignorance.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Field Trip, Field Trip, We're goin on a Field Trip!
I just returned from a field trip with my youngest daughter, Kolby. She's in 7th grade. I used to do this all the time. I've always been the Mom who wanted to go on every trip I could with all my girls because my own mother never could. I'm the Mom who ate lunch with them once a week, went on field trips, brought cup cakes on their birthdays, etc. etc.
But something tragic happened every time each of my girl's started middle school. I WAS BANNED FROM EVER SHOWING UP TO THEIR SCHOOL FOR ANY REASON!
The first time it happened, the news came from Teryn and I cried for days. She never knew. Then it was Tawni's turn. She actually wasn't as bad about it as the rest. She's always had a sensitive heart, but still never insisted that I visit. Kendra forbid me to show up at her school when she was still in elementary school, never mind middle! Kolby, being a lot like Tawni gave me hope that since she was the youngest that she'd have mercy on me and allow me to continue my weekly visits with her into 6th grade. She didn't.
So, when she called me on Monday to say, "Mommy, my teacher needs one more chaperone for our field trip. So, do you want to come?" I had to play it cool. My heart was racing. I couldn't stop smiling. "Why, sure, Kolby, anything I can do to help out." When I hung up the phone, I was jumping for joy in my office. My staff probably thought I was crazy. They're kinda used to that.
So, this morning, I packed our sack lunches, put on my shorts and got ready for my big day. I knew this could be it for me. I wanted to make it count. I received a text from Kolby before I left the house. It said, "Please look pretty." Now, the pressure was on. I checked myself out, changed clothes three times, put on more blush and lipstick and hoped for the best!
I got to the school and she seemed pleased. She introduced me to her friends so I figured I'd passed. It was off to the Desert Museum. Yes, that's what I said. The Desert Museum. Where would you find one of these? Well, you guessed it. Right smack in the middle of the hot Arizona desert. For 3 1/2 hours, we walked around, in 98 degree weather looking at spiders, snakes, bees, havelinas, coyotes, lizards of every size, beetles, etc. etc.! But, I must say, it was worth it to me.
If I'm ever priviledged again to be invited on another field trip, I'll be honored to go. But, I sure hope it's to a movie.
But something tragic happened every time each of my girl's started middle school. I WAS BANNED FROM EVER SHOWING UP TO THEIR SCHOOL FOR ANY REASON!
The first time it happened, the news came from Teryn and I cried for days. She never knew. Then it was Tawni's turn. She actually wasn't as bad about it as the rest. She's always had a sensitive heart, but still never insisted that I visit. Kendra forbid me to show up at her school when she was still in elementary school, never mind middle! Kolby, being a lot like Tawni gave me hope that since she was the youngest that she'd have mercy on me and allow me to continue my weekly visits with her into 6th grade. She didn't.
So, when she called me on Monday to say, "Mommy, my teacher needs one more chaperone for our field trip. So, do you want to come?" I had to play it cool. My heart was racing. I couldn't stop smiling. "Why, sure, Kolby, anything I can do to help out." When I hung up the phone, I was jumping for joy in my office. My staff probably thought I was crazy. They're kinda used to that.
So, this morning, I packed our sack lunches, put on my shorts and got ready for my big day. I knew this could be it for me. I wanted to make it count. I received a text from Kolby before I left the house. It said, "Please look pretty." Now, the pressure was on. I checked myself out, changed clothes three times, put on more blush and lipstick and hoped for the best!
I got to the school and she seemed pleased. She introduced me to her friends so I figured I'd passed. It was off to the Desert Museum. Yes, that's what I said. The Desert Museum. Where would you find one of these? Well, you guessed it. Right smack in the middle of the hot Arizona desert. For 3 1/2 hours, we walked around, in 98 degree weather looking at spiders, snakes, bees, havelinas, coyotes, lizards of every size, beetles, etc. etc.! But, I must say, it was worth it to me.
If I'm ever priviledged again to be invited on another field trip, I'll be honored to go. But, I sure hope it's to a movie.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Listen Before You Speak!
The other day as George, Kolby and I were hanging out, our home phone rang. I answered. It was a man asking for a Mr. Robinson. The only Mr. Robinson I've ever known was my dad and he resides in Heaven now.
Now, you have to understand something. Ever since our phone was hooked up, at least three times a week, we get a call for this guy. Apparently, this Mr. Robinson skipped town without paying his debts. Morning, afternoon and even late in the evening, a bill collector calls for this guy and on this day, darnit, I was determined to put a stop to it.
So, this guy says in a very nice manner, "Hello, can I speak with Mr. Thomas Robinson?" Well, that was it for me. I've had it! I went off on him. I said, "Look, I'm getting really tired of these calls every week. I tell you people the same thing every time you call! I've told you over and over again that no Mr. Robinson lives here, I've never met him, never talked to him, seen him or had one conversation with him! Do you think I'm lying?! You people have harassed me for the last time! Stop calling here! Do you understand what I'm saying?! Stop calling my house! Now, take this number off your call list because HE DOESN"T LIVE HERE ANYMORE!" I felt really proud of myself. This was it. I was going to save our family from one less interuption in our lives!
Kolby and George stared at me in disbelief. They couldn't believe their ears. I just smiled at them and thought they'd give me a high five. They didn't. I thought they'd be so proud of me. They weren't. Then, the unthinkable happened.
The sweet old guy on the other end says, "I am so sorry, mam. I'm not calling about any unpaid bills. I'm with the police benevolence fundraising team and we were just calling to see if Mr. Robinson would like to donate again this year to our cause. I didn't mean to bother you. Please pardon me. But, can I ask, if maybe your family would like to donate?" I took a deep breath, felt my cheeks turn red and managed to say, "Well, no, but thanks for calling."
George and Kolby just shook their heads. That was after they got off the floor from laughing.
Now, you have to understand something. Ever since our phone was hooked up, at least three times a week, we get a call for this guy. Apparently, this Mr. Robinson skipped town without paying his debts. Morning, afternoon and even late in the evening, a bill collector calls for this guy and on this day, darnit, I was determined to put a stop to it.
So, this guy says in a very nice manner, "Hello, can I speak with Mr. Thomas Robinson?" Well, that was it for me. I've had it! I went off on him. I said, "Look, I'm getting really tired of these calls every week. I tell you people the same thing every time you call! I've told you over and over again that no Mr. Robinson lives here, I've never met him, never talked to him, seen him or had one conversation with him! Do you think I'm lying?! You people have harassed me for the last time! Stop calling here! Do you understand what I'm saying?! Stop calling my house! Now, take this number off your call list because HE DOESN"T LIVE HERE ANYMORE!" I felt really proud of myself. This was it. I was going to save our family from one less interuption in our lives!
Kolby and George stared at me in disbelief. They couldn't believe their ears. I just smiled at them and thought they'd give me a high five. They didn't. I thought they'd be so proud of me. They weren't. Then, the unthinkable happened.
The sweet old guy on the other end says, "I am so sorry, mam. I'm not calling about any unpaid bills. I'm with the police benevolence fundraising team and we were just calling to see if Mr. Robinson would like to donate again this year to our cause. I didn't mean to bother you. Please pardon me. But, can I ask, if maybe your family would like to donate?" I took a deep breath, felt my cheeks turn red and managed to say, "Well, no, but thanks for calling."
George and Kolby just shook their heads. That was after they got off the floor from laughing.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Patience
As you know, I've moved to another state. Far, far away from family, friends, my granddaughter (she arrives in early June!) and my Granny. I'm trying to stay positive and keeping my eyes focused on the good things about being here, like: I have a wonderful husband, Kendra and Kolby love it here, Kendra is cheering on Varsity, has her first boyfriend and refuses to leave until she graduates (next May!). Kolby is popular with everyone, playing basketball, cheerleading and now managing track. She's simply amazing. George has a great job that most of the time, he enjoys.
Me? Well, my new job is awesome. I love being a part of something that is actually making a difference in the lives of others. I have a great staff and I enjoy coming to work everyday. We have a beautiful home, great neighbors and our marriage is better than I could have ever imagined marriage to be, based on my past experiences.
But, I do miss "home". It's not that I don't understand that home is where your heart is, it's just that I miss so many things that I took for granted. I miss driving to Granny's house anytime I wanted to visit and just hang out with her. I miss getting in my car and going to the beach, the mountains or to see the girl's in Nashville. Or taking a 9 hour trip to Orlando to see Mom and Brenda for a long weekend. I felt closer to everyone when I was on the East Coast. Now, I sometimes feel like I'm on another continent.
But, I will say this. Living here these past 9 months has been great for George, Kendra, Kolby and I to establish our new family. We have not only grown closer, but have gotten to really know and enjoy eachother's company. We seem to have true balance in our lives.
God knew that George was on his way into my life. He also knew that George would be getting transferred and there's no doubt in my mind that the Lord knew exactly what He was doing when He sent us here. We needed this time away from everyone, even if it hasn't been easy for me. Although there are so many things I miss, I know this is just for a time.
The Lord knows the desires of my heart. He's never let me down before. So, I'm counting the blessings that I have here, and trying not to just focus on the ones that I feel I'm missing.
So, until the day comes when we are headed back East (and in the name of Jesus, that day will come!), I'm going to do my part to trust Him with all my heart and rest in the fact that this is only temporary.
My marriage, my family, my friends, my relationship with my Savior? Now, those are permanent.
Me? Well, my new job is awesome. I love being a part of something that is actually making a difference in the lives of others. I have a great staff and I enjoy coming to work everyday. We have a beautiful home, great neighbors and our marriage is better than I could have ever imagined marriage to be, based on my past experiences.
But, I do miss "home". It's not that I don't understand that home is where your heart is, it's just that I miss so many things that I took for granted. I miss driving to Granny's house anytime I wanted to visit and just hang out with her. I miss getting in my car and going to the beach, the mountains or to see the girl's in Nashville. Or taking a 9 hour trip to Orlando to see Mom and Brenda for a long weekend. I felt closer to everyone when I was on the East Coast. Now, I sometimes feel like I'm on another continent.
But, I will say this. Living here these past 9 months has been great for George, Kendra, Kolby and I to establish our new family. We have not only grown closer, but have gotten to really know and enjoy eachother's company. We seem to have true balance in our lives.
God knew that George was on his way into my life. He also knew that George would be getting transferred and there's no doubt in my mind that the Lord knew exactly what He was doing when He sent us here. We needed this time away from everyone, even if it hasn't been easy for me. Although there are so many things I miss, I know this is just for a time.
The Lord knows the desires of my heart. He's never let me down before. So, I'm counting the blessings that I have here, and trying not to just focus on the ones that I feel I'm missing.
So, until the day comes when we are headed back East (and in the name of Jesus, that day will come!), I'm going to do my part to trust Him with all my heart and rest in the fact that this is only temporary.
My marriage, my family, my friends, my relationship with my Savior? Now, those are permanent.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Sibling Rivalry
What an amazing weekend! The girls and I, just spent 3 fantastic days together in the mountains. We laughed, cried and shared some very intimate conversations together. We truly bonded as a new family. When we returned home Sunday evening, we decided to burn the rest of our Christmas tree in the fire pit. As we sat around the fire, roasting marshmellows and making Smores and shared some deep conservation. We asked eachother questions and noone was allowed to talk except for the one answering (this was incredibly hard for all us girls)!
"If God was sitting here in the flesh and told you that you could ask Him one question, what would it be?" Kendra said, "I would ask Him why I keep people at arm's length." Kolby, God love her, said, "I would ask Him, why does my sister, Kendra, hate me so much?"
Each of us turned and stared at her. I mean, it's no secret that Kendra and Kolby definitely have sibling rivalry, but it broke my heart to hear her say this out loud. I think it shocked Kendra too. She said, "I don't hate you, I just don't like you sometimes."
I was reminded of a story someone told me long ago. I was struggling with my own issues with people and their dislike towards me for no reason. I just couldn't understand how people can just hate you for nothing.
I decided to tell the girl's. I said, "Girls, there were two sisters. One was on her death bed. Her younger sister came to the hospital to see her. She pleaded with her older sister, "Please, I beg you, you must tell me why you hate me. I have tried all of our lives to make you love me, I've changed my style, agreed with you even when I didn't, anything I could think of, I did it. And you still hated me all of our lives. Please, tell me. Why have you hated me so much? Why?!"
The sister looked at her and matter-of-factly and said, "You were born."
I looked at my two beautiful daughters and reminded them that friends will come and go, but family is forever. I also told them they needed to learn to appreciate each other's differences and that my prayer was that this would never happen to them. I think they got it.
That was until Kolby decided to sneak into Kendra's room, pick up Kendra's "fake" glasses and wear them to school! Well, it was nice while it lasted!
"If God was sitting here in the flesh and told you that you could ask Him one question, what would it be?" Kendra said, "I would ask Him why I keep people at arm's length." Kolby, God love her, said, "I would ask Him, why does my sister, Kendra, hate me so much?"
Each of us turned and stared at her. I mean, it's no secret that Kendra and Kolby definitely have sibling rivalry, but it broke my heart to hear her say this out loud. I think it shocked Kendra too. She said, "I don't hate you, I just don't like you sometimes."
I was reminded of a story someone told me long ago. I was struggling with my own issues with people and their dislike towards me for no reason. I just couldn't understand how people can just hate you for nothing.
I decided to tell the girl's. I said, "Girls, there were two sisters. One was on her death bed. Her younger sister came to the hospital to see her. She pleaded with her older sister, "Please, I beg you, you must tell me why you hate me. I have tried all of our lives to make you love me, I've changed my style, agreed with you even when I didn't, anything I could think of, I did it. And you still hated me all of our lives. Please, tell me. Why have you hated me so much? Why?!"
The sister looked at her and matter-of-factly and said, "You were born."
I looked at my two beautiful daughters and reminded them that friends will come and go, but family is forever. I also told them they needed to learn to appreciate each other's differences and that my prayer was that this would never happen to them. I think they got it.
That was until Kolby decided to sneak into Kendra's room, pick up Kendra's "fake" glasses and wear them to school! Well, it was nice while it lasted!
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Letting Go
I'm the mother of four daughters. Most, if not all of you, know this. You know that my oldest daughters are married and my two youngest still live at home with me and my husband, George. You should know that I'm also going to be a grandmother for the first time in June to a baby girl that Teryn is carrying. As a mother, life can be very difficult. As mother's, we make choices we don't want to sometimes, sacrifices that cost us and decisions that are too painful to speak of. For the past few years, I've been fighting for the rights of two of my daughters, Kendra and Kolby. This week was a milestone in that fight.
I had to appear in court this week to face a man who just can't let go. And although he continues to make decisions that he believes hurt me, he's hurting his daughters most of all. My heart broke when Kendra told me she wants nothing to do with the Jesus her father serves. She said if that's who God is, you can have Him. I told her never to look at man as a representation of Christ because man will always disappoint you. I reminded her that many times it is "Christians" themselves who keep others from wanting anything to do with God because of their poor representation of who He is. I pleaded with her to never let go of her faith. I told her this is why she must know Him in a personal way so she can recognize who He is by who He is and not by what someone tells or shows Him to be.
Being a little older, Kendra is handling this situation much better than Kolby. At almost 17 years old, she knows the time's coming soon when noone can try and control her or neglect her feelings. But, at almost 13, my Kolby is struggling. She's confused. She's angry. She doesn't understand why her voice, feelings and opinion do not matter to her own father. Neither do I.
After our "trial", the Judge said it best when he addressed my ex-husband and told him, "I am going to give you some advice. I hope you choose to take it. I see what you're doing. I have seen this many times and it's never played out well. If you continue to treat your daughters in this way and choose to follow the path you're on, you will lose in the long run. There's coming a day very soon when no Judge or law will be able to force your daughter's to do what they don't want to. I hope you will start to listen to your own children, hear them and respect their wishes or I believe you will be a man with no visitors coming to your door. That's a sad, lonely place to be, but it will be of your choosing, not anyone else's and you will have noone to blame but yourself."
I couldn't have said it better myself.
I had to appear in court this week to face a man who just can't let go. And although he continues to make decisions that he believes hurt me, he's hurting his daughters most of all. My heart broke when Kendra told me she wants nothing to do with the Jesus her father serves. She said if that's who God is, you can have Him. I told her never to look at man as a representation of Christ because man will always disappoint you. I reminded her that many times it is "Christians" themselves who keep others from wanting anything to do with God because of their poor representation of who He is. I pleaded with her to never let go of her faith. I told her this is why she must know Him in a personal way so she can recognize who He is by who He is and not by what someone tells or shows Him to be.
Being a little older, Kendra is handling this situation much better than Kolby. At almost 17 years old, she knows the time's coming soon when noone can try and control her or neglect her feelings. But, at almost 13, my Kolby is struggling. She's confused. She's angry. She doesn't understand why her voice, feelings and opinion do not matter to her own father. Neither do I.
After our "trial", the Judge said it best when he addressed my ex-husband and told him, "I am going to give you some advice. I hope you choose to take it. I see what you're doing. I have seen this many times and it's never played out well. If you continue to treat your daughters in this way and choose to follow the path you're on, you will lose in the long run. There's coming a day very soon when no Judge or law will be able to force your daughter's to do what they don't want to. I hope you will start to listen to your own children, hear them and respect their wishes or I believe you will be a man with no visitors coming to your door. That's a sad, lonely place to be, but it will be of your choosing, not anyone else's and you will have noone to blame but yourself."
I couldn't have said it better myself.
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