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Attack of the Killer Broomstick

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Attack of the Killer Broomstick

Mornings in my zoo are known to be chaotic. Especially lately. I’ve got one kid with a stomach ulcer who feels icky. I’ve got another kid who thinks the words “get up” don’t apply to him until the 9th time. And then I’ve got another one who prances around pretending I’m going to let her out the door in red high heels.

Last I checked, that’s not really 4th grade appropriate. But, I can usually count on the twins to be easy going in the AM.

They typically get out of bed by the second wake-up call. They get dressed with very little fuss and even brush their teeth the first time I say it. However, this morning all bets were off, and nothing went according to plan.

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Am I Too Late?

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Somehow this post got stuck in my drafts. I have no idea why it never published, but I owe some of you an update. For those of you who follow my journey from far away, my Tigers won the State Championship! And I’m telling you now, this journey has all the makings of a Hollywood Blockbuster.

It’s the ultimate small town triumph. There’s the plant, closing down, leaving all the families uncertain about the future. And there are the players bound for college ball. One who learned humility and God’s grace. Another came back to Texas to lead the team to victory. His father was quarterback for the Tigers when they won the state championship game in 1976, the last time the Tigers went to state. Then there is the senior who’s father died right before practice was set to begin. His dad was the ultimate athletic booster and so the town raised money in his honor to put up the big VICTORY light at the stadium. Of course, that created our motto for the season- Keep It Lit. And yes, the is proof that a V was painted in the clouds as the Tigers rolled into AT&T Stadium.

Then there’s the coach’s son, who missed being quarterback for his father’s team because of a rare diagnosis of cancer. That’s what inspired our Gold Out games where towns all across Texas joined us in the fight against childhood cancer wearing T’shirts sold to raise money. And in the final play of the game, that boy got to suit up and take the snap in the victory formation. Yes, it’s a Kleenex grabber.

I’m not gonna lie to you. The game got off to a rough start. We were down 21 to 0 when the Tigers decided they’d come way to far to go home without that trophy. I wish I could tell you I was there watching it all unfold. But the game was in Dallas and I didn’t have the money to drive there, pay for parking, and buy enough tickets for all my kids.

A few people offered to take me with them to the game, but as much as I wanted to go, I wasn’t going without my kids. So, we had our own little party. Chips, queso, and Fox Sports.

We clapped and yelled and jumped out of our seats from the comfort of our own living room. We got to see the playbacks and hear the commentary, but we missed out on being part of the crowd.

I was pretty bummed about that, but there was a silver lining. My husband, well, he’s not the football fan I am. He blames it on being a hyperactive little boy who was forced to sit still and watch games with his dad. Maybe it left a bad taste in his mouth. Yet, my husband knows I spend my Friday nights and Saturday mornings watching my boys play ball. And even when it’s not really MY boy, I’m still watching the Tigers play ball. Because that’s me. I love those Friday Night Lights and I think half this kids in this town somehow belong to me. I’m a sucker for rivalry games and Pep Rally bonfires. So when the busses rolled back into town in the middle of the night, my husband drove me to the field to honk and holler and congratulate the kids who played a monumental game. That V is still lit, and despite the hardships going on all around us, Tiger Nation is a good place to be.

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

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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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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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

Dear Daughter: Here’s Why I Didn’t March For You

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Dear Daughter: Here’s Why I Didn’t March For You

I love every word!

A Future Free

Dear daughter of mine,

You are so young and precious and innocent. You pass your days amidst sippy cups and Cheerios; amidst Minnie Mouse and your beloved dolls and toy kitchen.

But someday—sooner than I’d like—you’re going to grow up. And you’re probably going to hear a lot about something that’s happening right now.

You’ll learn about the unprecedented election of President Donald Trump, and you’ll learn about the thousands and thousands of women who came out to march all over the country in protest.

They were very loud. Some screamed; others gave speeches. Many carried big signs; others locked arms together. Some even wore “funny” outfits.

What were they upset about? I’ll tell you, sweet one.

They’re mad because we women don’t make as much money as men. They’re mad because we women don’t have full rights over our bodies. They’re mad because we women have to pay…

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