Wednesday, March 30, 2011


It’s about being a team, it’s about making each other the best that we can be, it’s about being better together than either of us are apart.

It’s about building each other up, in public and in private, to each other and to the world, and assuming the best about each other.

It’s about working hard to figure out what works for you and your spouse and your family without regard for what anyone outside your marriage thinks.

It’s about having someone on your side, someone who is not afraid to hold you accountable to/motivate you to achieve your shared goals.

It’s about two people sharing responsibility for maintaining the fences that surround and protect their relationship.

It’s about putting your spouse’s wellbeing first, ahead of anyone else’s - including your own, always.  It's about trusting your spouse to do the same for you.

It’s about saving the best of yourself to give to your spouse, and expecting the best of your spouse in return.

It’s about the freedom to share hurts in confidence and the ability to help each other to heal.

It's about prayer.  And faith.  And love.

It’s about presenting a united front to the world, regardless of private struggles.

It’s about saying “This is my Beloved. S/he is everything that is good for me. I chose her/him, and always will.”

It’s about you and me, baby, against the world.

7 short years ago.  And I love him more today than I did then.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Carseats (again)

Yesterday, the girls were talking about carseats.  Then, tonight, my sister posted a link to this on FB.  Just something to think about.

This was last summer - the Toddler was 19 1/2 months, and the Baby was a few weeks old.  They're still in this set up, but the Toddler is, obvi, a bit more leggy, and the Baby is ready for something with a little bit less recline.  :)  I'm going to borrow the Toddler's seat from my husband's truck for now, while I save up for the seat that I really want her to have.  I'll try to take a new picture this weekend. 

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Church Ladies

are awesome.
Last night, I needed to go to church.  It was an almost physical ache.  So, even though service started at 6:30 and my girls were ready for bed when I picked them up at 6, and my husband was working out of town, so I was on my own, and I had forgotten to grap a couple of clean shirts for them, I took my two children and we went to church, assuming that someone would come running to my aid.
And run they did.
I didn't even get across the parking lot before someone was holding a door open for us.  Someone else was standing inside, arms out, to take whichever child would come to her.  Someone else handed me a couple of plates of spaghetti, and someone else brought me one highchair and offered another.  Yet another person plopped two cups of lemonade down in front of me.  When the toddler finished eating and started getting antsy, some older girls appeared out of nowhere and asked if she'd like to go play in the nursery.
At church time, we were invited to sit in the pew with one family.  Thankfully, while both girls were clingy/needy, neither of them needed Mama at the exact same time, and the congregants in the surrounding pews were more than happy to play pass-the-babies.
This Mama got fed.  And my babies got fed.  And, our seats in front of the smaller organ were prime time for my music loving kids - they stood facing backwards in the pew and danced, which made the organist smile.

And by the time we got home, both girls peacefully went to bed, one at a time, with sweet smiles on their faces, and slept all night.

That, friends, is what it's all about.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Because You Probably Deserve That Ticket Anyway

A friend of mine posted this on Facebook this morning.  I think it's a pretty good point.  Besides, if you* are speeding, you probably deserve to get pulled over anyway and so does that dude that you're "warning".

As I was driving home from Cheyenne today, I got to thinking of something. I'm headed down highway 287 somewhere east of Vernon and west of Wichita Falls. I come around a corner and notice a state trooper in the median. Luckily, he wasn't facing toward me otherwise I probably would have gotten a ticket. About a mile or so down the road, I noticed the car behind me flashing his lights at the oncoming traffic to warn them of the trooper.
It was at this point when I started to think a little bit. I must admit that I'm guilty of warning other commuters of a speed trap that awaits them. I'm sure a lot of us are guilty of this. But what I got to thinking of is something my dad once told me. He told me that it isn't uncommon for a simple traffic stop to turn into a million-dollar drug bust. I'm sure the little stretch of highway 287 that I rode down today is quite common for drug runs. This is probably why I always see multiple troopers each time I'm on it.
So the next time you think about warning others that there's a speed trap ahead of them, you might think twice about it. One of those cars that you're warning just might be headed to your home town loaded down with next month's supply of drugs that just might make it into your child's hands.

*general "you", of course.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Book, Recommended

I bought this book for the Toddler for Christmas.  I like it.  A lot.  So does she.

We also got this one for the Noob.  It's also awesome, but Wherever You Are is the one that we've been reading as a bedtime story lately, so it's the one that I love the most right now.

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Dear Long Lost Friend Mz aka Kelly

If you decide to do your blog, please send me an invite.  If you don't decide to do your blog, please send me an email.  Or find me on Facebook.  Or something.  I miss you, and wonder how your latest project is coming.

Friday, March 11, 2011

Winner Winner

Chicken Dinner!  Thanks, Bree and Julie!

Look Out For Bikers

5 years ago, in my hometown, a lady in a minivan turned left in front of a man on a motorcycle.  She didn't see him.  He left 12 feet of skid marks on the road and hit the front quarter panel of her van.  The EMTs said that he died instantly of massive internal injuries.

That man was 36 year old Tony Trammell.  He was bigger than life.  He was an adoring father.  His world revolved around his son.  He was a friend to anyone he ever met, and many people considered him to be the best friend they'd ever had.  He loved being outdoors.  He loved being active.  He loved his Ducati motorcycle, which was a gift for Valentine's Day 2002.  He lived for making people laugh - at him, at themselves, at whatever could possibly be made laughable.  If somehow, someone didn't like him immediately upon meeting him, he made it his mission to win that person over.  He rarely failed and usually, those were the people that became his biggest fans. 

Tony had been riding motorcycles for his entire life.  His bike was like an extension of his body.  I felt safer on the back of his bike than I did/do in most people's cars.  If any biker could have avoided or lessened the impact of that accident, it would have been Tony. 

Tony is buried in the corner of a small family country cemetary about an hour from our hometown.  The funeral procession was led by a parade of motorcycles and was over 6 miles long.  His son, Anthony, had a son of his own last fall, and is raising his own little family in the house that he lived in with his dad and, for a while, me. 


Please, keep an extra eye out, not just for other cars on the road, but for motorcycles.  And bicycles.  And pedestrians.  And small, darting dogs.  Look twice, then look again.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Is it wrong

that Lent is my favorite Liturgical season? 
It is.

It gives me the chance encourages me to focus on my fallen nature and repent.  Since repentance involves striving to do better, not only do I get the reward of forgiveness, I (hopefully) come out a better person on the other side.  Besides - Lent ends with Easter.  And Easter is my very favorite holiday.

Monday, March 7, 2011


Last weekend, I was wronged by someone.  I don't know if it was done maliciously or mistakenly, but I was l i v i d.  And I thought ugly thoughts about her for three days.  I doubted the World.  I doubted myself.  I doubted her.  And I became the ugliness.  The wrong isn't important, and the why isn't important.  What is important is that it was taking over my head and my heart.

So I forgave her.  I offered it with my whole heart and I meant it.  She didn't accept it.  In fact, she attempted to "retaliate".  To forgiveness.  Right.  But you know what's really really cool?  It doesn't matter.  I'm not angry and I don't feel ugly inside any more.

"If you forgive those who sin against you, your heavenly Father will forgive you." Matthew 6:14

Update:  3/10:  I spent Wednesday morning being smacked in the face with the fact that I was not a totally innocent party in the doing of wrongs.  And I probably didn't give enough credit to the person that wronged me as far as her non-acceptance of my forgiveness.  I think it was just a much bigger deal to me than it was to her.  Or something.

Friday, March 4, 2011

My daughter is two and a half.

And I am a little bit more in love with her and a little bit more exausted every single day.  That is all.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Life Is Really Really Good.

My friend Stacie said once that "If you look for the bad, you can find bad stuff to complain about all day long.  But if you look for the good, you can find good stuff all day long, too.  I am choosing to look for the good."  She said this while we were sitting in the waiting room at OU Children's Hospital, because her infant son was having surgery to put a shunt in his head after being diagnosed with an aggressive form of cancer in his abdomen and brain.

You know what?  I've got it pretty damn good.  I bet you do, too.

I have a husband that loves me and is working hard at THREE jobs to provide for me and our children.  He does it without complaint, and with a joyful heart because he is able to do it.
I have two beautiful, smart, hilarious girls that are so very loved and secure.  They are healthy and happy and giggle all.the.time.
I have a good job - better than most - and it challenges me.  If all goes according to plan, I won't have to work forever, but I do right now, and if I have to spend my weekdays away from my children, at least it's not at a place that I hate.
My girls have loads of people that adore them, not the least of which are Tommy and Betty (aka Papa and Bibi).  Tommy and Betty love and care for them while I'm at work, and I couldn't ask for more cooperative caregivers.  They are my partners and Betty's philosophy is that she is getting paid good money to do things the way that I would, if I were able to be there.

I am a sinner, and deserve none of this, but I am Forgiven, because I am a child of God.
My cup runs over.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Just because I can

I'm posting this from my phone :)


This was waiting for me in the mail when I got home from Nebraska.

My friend, Bree, at Distant Pickles made it for me.   And I think that "easy" must be a relative term.  :)

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

New Phones

For our Valentine's Day/Anniversary/Birthday/Mother's Day/Father's Day presents to each other, the Wonderful Husband and I are getting new cell phones.
He's getting this one:

And I am debating between one like his and this one:

I'm super excited.  We're switching from the local provider that my husband has been with for 15 years to at&t, and will be paying the same amount as we were before (possibly even as much as 10% LESS), only we'll have sleek new modern phones that can do everything but make us breakfast.  Upfront cost will be about $100, which is where the super combined present thing comes in.

Update:  I got the HTC Inspire.  It's sleek and  awesome, but Holy Learning Curve, Batman!