Let’s Go All The Way

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Let’s Go All The Way

I raised my kids on Remember the Titans, Friday Night Lights, and Varsity Blues.

Are you seeing a theme here? Yep, I’m a sucker for those stories where everyone comes together and the town roots the team to VICTORY.

I went to a 5A high school in Houston. I think there were 203 kids in marching band, if I’m remembering correctly. (There are only 400 kids all together at Rockdale High School.) Some of my best memories happened at playoff games with pocket warmers stuffed in my uniform. Cheese fries + hot chocolate + school spirit = me smiling.

I thought I’d grow up to be a calloused corporate lawyer with Corvettes instead of children. At least that’s what my senior yearbook alluded to. Instead, I ended up in a small town, with 7 kids, and a die-hard love of the Rockdale Tigers.  Read the rest of this entry

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An Early Arrival

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An Early Arrival

I’m not sure if there’s anything more special than a Christmas baby. I’ll never forget the first year I spent Christmas with a baby in my arms. Suddenly, every story I’d ever known took on a whole new meaning.

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I Draw the Line!

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I grew up with a Drill Sergeant. He ran a tight ship. There were no pink stripes or purple hair when I was a kid. But it was the 80s, so I did the big hair and tried my best to She-bop my style.

I remember an issue of Seventeen Magazine. The model had bright pink eyeshadow with teal blue stripes. I loved it. It spoke to me. I tried to copy it and my mother immediately nixed the stripes. So, like a typical 8th grader, I went to school with the pink eyeshadow and quickly disappeared into the bathroom. I penciled on my stripes with my metallic teal eyeliner and emerged with a whole different attitude.

Somehow that makeup made me feel powerful, like I was completely in control of how the world saw me.

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Take A Stand

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When summer comes creeping towards the end, one thing is inevitably on my mind. FOOTBALL. Yes, in this house, I’m the football fanatic and my husband could care less who’s playing where or when. He watches the Superbowl for the commercials and that’s about it.

Lately, I’m reminded of why I prefer youth football to the real thing. I’d rather sit in hard bleachers under the blazing sun than deal with the over inflated egos of the NFL. At least when I watch my boys play, I see kids way too respectful to take a knee.

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Better Than Spaghetti

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Last night dinner was an epic win. The kids were raving and even my husband said “I think I like this better than spaghetti.” I didn’t know whether to just smile and say thanks, or to tell them my secret. It was spaghetti.

If you’re wondering how my crew didn’t realize they were eating the same thing they’ve eaten dozens of times, well the answer is actually pretty simple. It just looked different!

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On a Tuesday…

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On a Tuesday…

Funny, I just realized I didn’t blog this summer. Technically, that’s not true. I blogged- professionally. I didn’t blog personally. Every summer I swear I’m going to chronicle the lazy days of  swimming holes and picnic lunches, but as it turns out, those days aren’t so lazy. When you have a family this size, summertime is a logistical nightmare. There, I’ve said it.

I love summer vacation. I love being home with my kids. But I’m not going to lie, I finally understand those moms who do the happy dance on the first day of school. I used to give those moms dirty looks- and now, I’m the leader of the pack.

I thought for sure I’d catch up my blogging the first day of school, but nope. My football star broke his arm in two places and required surgery to fix it.

broken arm

A few metal rods later, I guess we can say Tucker never does anything half-ass. That kid puts 100% effort into everything. Read the rest of this entry

The Fantastic Four, Make that Five

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The Fantastic Four, Make that Five

Blondie and her Beau are headed out of state this morning. His grandpa passed away last night after a fierce battle with the big ‘C’. Not exactly the best way to spend a Father’s Day, but it has me thinking just how short life is and how much we should tell people what they mean to us.  Read the rest of this entry

It’s Just A Car, Baby Girl

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Do you ever have those moments where something your parents said rings out in a moment you’re having with your children? Well, it happens to me. I find myself sounding like my mom or my dad and thinking “how did I let this happen?”

This week, two separate instances reminded me of one of the scariest moments of my teenage life.

CutlassI was driving to my step-dad’s company picnic in the Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme recently passed down to me.

My little sister was in the car with me.

We spotted a young mother, walking with a baby on her hip. It was so hot outside.  If I remember correctly, she was pulling another young child by the hand and she had a gallon of milk. She just looked over-whelmed. Read the rest of this entry

This isn’t just about you…

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This isn’t just about you…

Dear Son,

I know you’ve been the one to go to school every day  most of the days for the past 13 years, and you’re the one who passed all the tests and finished the classes, but this graduation isn’t just about you. It’s about a journey, a journey between the two of us.

12_09 (3)You see, my life is sort of divided between the years before you and the years since. You, my sweet son, changed who I am.

I was a wife and a step-mom before you were born. And I like to think my mothering was pretty good. BUT YOU brought out my MAMA BEAR.

The first moment I saw you, the majesty of the heavens paled in comparison to this miracle I made. Oh yeah, Daddy made you too, but that’s a different story.

I stared at you for hours thinking “holy crap, you were inside of me!” The bigger you grew, the more that amazed me. All the sudden one day I looked up at this young man who was taller than both his parents and I said to myself “that was my tiny little Dyl Pickle” and I looked at my hand and remembered how you once sat so small in my cradled arm. Read the rest of this entry

Today’s the Day!

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Today’s the Day!

I can’t believe the day has finally arrived. I’ve watched Blondie and her beau prepare for months now! The stars have finally aligned.

I always knew this day would come. I just never knew when. To tell you the truth, when Blondie came home from Nashville I prayed and prayed that she wouldn’t give up on her music.

I knew she’d want to live close to her family with a baby on the way. That makes perfect sense. And bless this son-in-law of mine that tolerates living one house over from his in-laws. You know that’s got to be tough some days! Read the rest of this entry