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Rain, Rain, It’s Ok


I always hear people complaining about the rain. Not me. I love rainy days. I like it when the house is kind of dim and the steady pitter-patter of rainfall seems to render the children just a little quieter. I don’t mind the occasional rain-out of the ball-game or telling the teenager: “You’re staying off the roads tonight!” I like to snuggle up, watch movies and peek outside at the lightning. Last year the thunder still scared the bejeebers out of my old dog and send her squealing and crying, but now that’s she’s nearly blind and mostly deaf, old Macy handles storms like a trooper.

My favorite thing about a rainy night just might be the hazy morning after. This morning I sat on my porch, bewildered that my little hummingbirds have already returned. I watched them dashing back and forth from feeder to feeder.

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Blessings, Not Bee Stings


I have to admit it. I’m one of those people. I love inspirational quotes. Yep, I do. I try my best not to over-share them on Facebook or pin too many on Pinterest but sometimes a good ole quote is exactly the boost I need!

This morning as I walked up the stairs at the high school, I noticed some very profound words hanging on the wall. They went something like this:


It was a good day for that reminder to cross my path. I was on the verge of spewing some highly disrespectful thoughts. Sometimes it’s very hard to face ignorance with kindness. Read the rest of this entry

Love is Not Genetic


For a while my kids were so into Duck Dynasty that we had it saved on our DVR. I didn’t even realize a new season had started until I noticed three episodes were saved, so I turned it on. It’s one thing my husband and I don’t argue about. He doesn’t love my HGTV obsession and I seriously cannot stand watching someone hunt or fish on TV, so Willy and Jase give us a little sliver of neutral ground.

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The ZooCrew in Monroe, Louisiana. My grandpa use to say you can pick your friends, you can pick your nose, but you can’t pick your friend’s nose… but you can pick the nose of a Robertson.

So, I hit play- as the show ended I realized there were actually two episodes saved together, one was Duck Dynasty and the other was a new spin-off, Expanding the Dynasty, which chronicles the new journey of Jep and Jessica Robertson, as they venture down Adoption Road.

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All my kids have ADD or ADHD or OCD or ODD… if it’s got an acronym, we’ve probably got it somewhere in this household. It can make for some challenges. One thing we don’t have is a dull moment. EVER.

Last night in the minutes between football / dance / and cheer practice, I whipped up some Taco Salads to feed my crew. I doubled what I normally cook, which happens to be a lot, because I knew the night of practice would lead to extra hungry kids, and it’s been a while since we had any leftovers to grace the shelves of our refrigerator.

I love to cook three of four days of big meals, and then have an “eat whatever you can find” kind of night. I guess you might call that “Potluck”, but, when you have 5 hungry boys, you don’t always have anything left for Potluck night. Last night I was just about to put away the rest of the refried beans when my son Trenton said “Would you like me to clean out the pan of beans?” Read the rest of this entry

Where Football Reigns as King


This is Texas. There are only two things to know about Texas. It’s hot, and football is king.

Now some people will tell you that to appreciate Texas you’ve gotta know the proper use of the word y’all.


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Some people might think it’s important to recognize that Texas is the only state that has the right to become it’s own country.

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All She Wants to Do is Dance!


Rebels have been rebels since I don’t know when, but all she wants to do is dance! And sing, and play her guitar, and drive her Mustang, have sleep-overs constantly, play with her dog, and stay out past curfew on a Friday nights with boys, and complain every time I tell her to do the dishes, but hey, that’s what teenagers do, right?

I haven’t heard from Blondie since she pulled me out of bed at 5:30 Saturday morning! She was headed for officer camp. They were told to meet at the school at 6:30. They were encouraged to be there around 6:15 to be a little early. And of course Blondie’s car has a dead battery (somebody left their lights on and won’t admit it). So what does Blondie do? She makes me take her at 5:40. Even though the high school is a 4 minute drive, she was sure we needed to go ahead and go. I think she thought there would possibly be a line at McDonald’s for the Mocha Frappuccino she craves whenever she’s on the go before 6am, but this is a small town. There are only 3 other people up at this time of morning. The fact that they open McDonald’s just for them amazes me! By 5:46 we were in the parking lot, waiting!

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Pure Faith


Sometimes in life its hard to decipher where one story ends and another begins. When I started this blog, I just wanted to make people laugh. There are some funny things that happen in the zoo I call home. But then I feel like you can’t really appreciate the laughter if you don’t realize we fight to find it. We struggle, we dig in, and we go chasing the silver linings before the clouds block our view.

I’m sure every person has a list of the events that altered the course they would take in this world- I’m no different. There were things that changed me, and in an effort not to tell someone else’s stories, I have kept those things to myself. There are pieces of my story that are really hard to hear, understand, or even believe. But I know my story as well as you know yours and the one thing I have learned on this journey is that without the darkness, I would have never seen the light.

The Silver Linings

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The Play-Date, Part 1


The last day of Springbreak I answered my phone, which I rarely do to unknown numbers, but I made an exception since it was obviously a local call. The voice on the other end said “Hello, my name is “Bashful Betty” and my son is in Tucker’s class. Tucker gave out his number because he wanted the boys to get together for a play-date.” Now, I’m pretty sure Tucker has never used, or even heard the word play-date, but I’m game. (Later he told me he gives his phone number to everyone in case anyone wants to come play Xbox 360, and by play, he means watch him complete the levels…)

“Perfect timing! He can come on over!” It was a rare day, where Blondie (who by the way was ecstatic to be back in Texas) and Pickles were at a rodeo carnival.  I dropped the little ones off at nursery school- I was conquering Mt. Stinky Clothes while working on my unfinished kitchen remodel by using a blow torch to get the old tile off the floor, so a playmate for Tucker was the perfect gift! Or so I thought…

She called again and offered for the boys to play at her house, but we already had one playmate here, so I figured it was better for the new friend to just be dropped off. I had just cranked up the blow torch again, when the phone rang, yet again. She offered to bring Mc Donalds. Could I get any luckier? Not only would I not have to work on lunch, but I even had the $10 in my purse to pay my fair share! This day was definitely looking up. She arrived at the front door, and I made my way to my car to fetch the $10 to reimburse her (she was a bit shocked that the boys here have outgrown Happy Meals and go straight for the Big Mac!) while she made her way to the dining room table, with not one, but three kids in tow!

I was immediately filled with angst, I mean Mt. Stinky Clothes had become Mt. Fresh Pile to Fold all over the couch! The kitchen sported a contractor size trash bag right in the middle of the floor that I was slowly filling up with items I had decided to discard and remnants of what once was the tile on my floor. I could feel the knots twisting inside my stomach, and then my inner voice reasoned with me. “Of course she has to stay a few minutes, she doesn’t know you like most of the other parents do. She’s just making sure you’re not Andrea Yates.” I forget sometimes that I don’t know everyone around here. Blondie’s in 11th grade, and I’ve served many years as a mix of PTO President / Substitute Teacher so I know most of the kids around here. A lot of Tucker’s friends are the younger siblings of Pickles’ friends, who are siblings of Blondie’s friends, and so on… We’ve been there, done this, and yet I forgot that Play-date usually includes the mothers! What was I thinking?? Read the rest of this entry