Supergirl's Musings

2nd Anniversary

2009-02-09T21:31:00.001-08:00

This is my Daddy. Two years ago today, on what would have been my mother's birthday, he left this physical world and rejoined Mother in the heavenly realm. I'm choosing not to remember his last days as that's not how he would want to be remembered. Instead, I'll remember the special bond that we had. You see, I was his "baby", the child of his later years. He'd laugh as he told his story about how as he walked my much older sister down the aisle on her wedding day he leaned over to tell her, "Thank God I'll never have to do this again" only to eat those words as I was born a mere 10 months later. I suppose he and Mother got a little too excited about getting one of their children out of the house. He would always use this as an example to others that you should never say you'll never do something because the good Lord will let you know different! We had a deeper relationship, a closeness, that he didn't have with my other siblings. I suppose it's because after my mother died, it was just the two of us at home together. My sister and brothers were off living their own lives, raising their young children and as I reflect upon it, they didn't really need Daddy in the same way as I. We were each other's confidant. He would tell me how his day at work had gone, and I'd share some of my day at school with him. I couldn't share all of it cuz you know, I couldn't tarnish my "Daddy's girl" halo. We shared meals, I cooked for him. I use that term loosely, cuz I barely knew how to boil water, but he taught me. He taught me soo many things. He taught me how to fish, although he would bait the hook for me cuz he knew I had "issues" about touching worms, or crickets, or any other living thing he thought the fish might be biting on that day. He taught me how to ride a bike. I remember him holding onto the back of my bicycle seat, running through the yard as I pedaled my heart out. The man that encouraged me to sing in church, the man who shed silent tears when I sang any of his favorites. The very man that taught me how to drive a stick shift by saying, "Get in, let's go, you're driving to town". I was scared to death! I never made it all the way into town, I got about halfway, pulled that truck over, jerked the clutch and let him know I just could't go any further. I was about to have a nervous breakdown. He just laughed! Needless to say, I did eventually learn how to drive that old truck. Most important of all, he taught me what to look for in a man. What kind of man would make a good husband and father to my children, he was the best example of both. Thank you, Daddy for all you taught me. I love you and miss you terribly!

I'm No Superwoman!

2009-01-22T14:55:00.000-08:00

WARNING... RANT AHEAD.....

I try to be all things to all people. I take pride in what I do and I try to always do my very best. I love my husband, I love my children, heck I even love my job, but lately, it's getting very hard, downright impossible to get all the things I need to get done completed. I work a 40+hr work week at a job that I really love, then try to come home and help two children finish their homework, one of whom has "issues". And trying to figure out what to feed them for supper is another ordeal. God help me if I can get people motivated to help with the little things like laundry, or dishes, or even clean a bathroom. My hardwood hasn't been swept or mopped in weeks, and let's not even discuss the inch thick dust on my tv, piano, and other furniture! Now, I'm trying to do water aerobics three nights a week to get healthier, and then there's church on Wednesday's so now I've got somewhere to go every night of the week. Figure in that I play the piano at church three Sundays a month, so I've got to work in some practice time, in addition to planning for other events at church. Keep in mind I'm doing all this pretty much alone because my husband works this crazy shift from late afternoon til past midnight, so forget any "alone" time with him or even any family time! That stinks! All I know is that something needs to change or I'm gonna lose my freakin mind!

Superwoman, I ain't!

Prayer for President Obama

2009-01-19T22:05:00.000-08:00

God of the nations in whom we live and move and have our being, and from whom cometh every good and perfect gift, we pause at the beginning of this day's historic proceeding to invoke Thy blessings upon this beloved country of ours, and upon all who serve her highest interets.

Grant to Thy servant, the President of the United States, all needed wisdom, help, and strength as he rededicates himself anew today to the high office to which he has been called. May he continue to lead us as he is led by Thee, in the ways that make for domestic tranquillity and international accord.

Bestow upon us, our Father, the happiness which is reserved for that nation whose God is the Lord, through Jesus Christ, our Redeemer, we pray, amen.

Invocation by Rev. Edward Hughes Pruden
1949 inagural of President Harry S. Truman

Say it ain't so, Tattoo!

2009-01-14T19:04:00.000-08:00

The star of one of my favorite childhood tv shows has died today. Ricardo Montalban, better known to me as "Mr. Roarke" from Fantasy Island passed away today at the age of 88. I absolutely loved that show, and I don't think I ever missed an episode. He always appeared so elegant and charming, and how I wanted so desperately to take one of those fantasy weekend trips that he made possible for the visitors to his island. Of course, I was only a child and didn't realize that it was fake, that in real life most grown ups can't afford $30K vacations. But it sure would be nice!
It wasn't until much later that I found out that Mr. Montalban had been acting for many years and that he was one of the first Hispanic actors to be successful in radio, films and tv. He worked with some of the finest actors of his generation, from Esther Williams to Lana Turner, and James Stewart, Shirley McClain, and Mel Blanc. He's even worked with Sammy Davis, Jr. and Lena Horne on Broadway. He's had a very long career from the 50's up until as recently as this year. Granted most of his work lately has been voice over work, due to health concerns, but it's that voice that's so familiar to us.
He never got into the "Hollywood lifestyle" as he was married to the love of his life for more than 50 yrs, a rarity these days. He retained his Mexican citizenship and never even applied for US citizenship. He was a deeply religious man, saying his faith was the most important thing in his life. We have lost not only a true talent, but an incredible, honorable, human being.

Rest in peace, Ricardo Gonzalo Pedro Montalbán y Merino.

Happy Birthday, Big E!

2009-01-08T19:54:00.000-08:00

On this day, January 8th, in 1935 one of, if not THE most influential artist in music history was born. Elvis Aron Presley was born this day 74 years ago. It's hard to imagine Elvis as a senior citizen, which is what he would be now. Of course it's because, for us, he's forever immortalized as a man in the prime of life. I could go on about the tragedy his death was and how it shouldn't have happened, but instead I'm going to focus on being grateful for his birth. This world was blessed with his many talents and his gentle, giving spirit, and for that we should all be thankful. In that spirit, I share with you a scene from my favorite movie Elvis starred in, "Jailhouse Rock", with Elvis singing my most favorite song, "Young and Beautiful" which he will forever be.

Happy Birthday Elvis!

a new year

2009-01-05T18:22:00.000-08:00

So, it's a new year. And with every new year, people make resolutions. Well, I don't make resolutions. Mainly because I think they're a bunch of hooey! Promises people make to themselves, or others that they might keep for a month and then forget about. I didn't make a resolution, but I have decided that I'm going to make my lifestyle more healthy. I've decided I don't want to be like my sister and have a whole bunch of health problems because I'm obese. I got into to the habit of stopping at a fast food restaurant for breakfast every morning and then of course, I'd eat out for lunch as well. And sometimes, it was even for supper. Well, all that's stopped. I drove right past my usual place this morning and ate my peanut butter on toast with water for breakfast. I did have a grilled chicken sandwich for lunch and my one cola for the day. Now, I've had a lower calorie meal with diet tea and heck I've even been to water aerobics tonight. Yes, me. Water aerobics! And guess what? I had fun! Of course I love to be in the water, just love it! The aerobics, eh, not so much, but when you combine the aerobics with water and attending with good friends, the time just flies by and you don't even realize that you're exercising. Now, that's some exercise I can get behind!

Gingerbread men

2009-01-02T19:20:00.000-08:00

I have wanted to construct a gingerbread house for years now, but I've never done it. Of course, now that I work at least 40hrs a week, I just don't have the time to attempt it, but luckily for us busy moms, there are companies out there that make these kits with the gimgerbread, the icing, and gumdrops all ready to use. So, this year, we thought it would be fun to try one and to keep my two children from fussing over who would get to do which part, I bought gingerbread men with 2 in each box so they would each have their own man to decorate. I divided all the gumdrops, candies etc. between the two of them and helped them with applying the icing and I think they did a fabulous job! They each decided, without my help, how to decorate each one. I bought two sets, and next we're going to do snow men, I can't wait to see what they'll lool like!

GO DORES!

2008-12-31T14:24:00.000-08:00

I.Love.CollegeFootball. Specifically, I love Southeastern Conference football. I have been a fan of the University of Tennessee Volunteers (GO Big Orange) since I was a baby. That being said, I have also become a fan of Vanderbilt Univeristy (GO DORES!) in the last several years. It started because I knew one of the students on the football team. This person was the nephew of my best friend, and his story was like something from a novel. To give the short version, he never knew his birth father, his birth mother was a drug addict, he got into some troubles, was taken in by my friend's in laws, thrived in school, got a football scholarship to Vanderbilt, and has become a wonderful, successful young man. So, while this young man was the catalyst for my love of Vandy, there are other reasons I like them. I like to support the underdog and lord knows Vandy is the mascot for all underdogs everywhere. You expect them to lose, so when they win you're pleasantly surprised instead of heartbroken because you've come to expect them to win (UT VOLS). There's no heartbreak with an underdog! Also, their colors are black and gold. I love black, it's a fabulous color. It hides every flaw, as opposed to orange which not everyone can get away with wearing. One must be very confident in themselves to pull off such a vibrant color. And gold, who doesn't like gold? Also, Vanderbilt is a little more classy than UT. For some reason, if you support UT, you must be either a redneck or a hillbilly. Well, I'm neither! Plus, Vandy is somewhat closer to my home, close enough that we could go to their games. And today would've been a good game to attend. Because today, for the first time in 26 years, Vanderbilt is playing in a post season bowl game. Granted, it's one of the lesser important bowls, but it's still a bowl game and it shows that Vandy is getting better each year and maybe one of these days they might even be in the BCS Championship game. Yeah, I won't hold my breath for that one! But it could happen. So, while everyone has picked Boston College to beat Vanderbilt today, that's okay. It doesn't matter whether we win or lose, it's that we're actually playing! So, I say... GO DORES!!!

Hooray for the underdogs! Vandy upset Boston College 16-14!! WOOHOO!

Blog Change

2008-12-31T14:00:00.000-08:00

I changed my blog template. Apparantly, I'm supposed to mention said change. I just figured that my "peeps" would recognize the change for what it is... my boredom. Y'all know I gotta change things up now and again cuz I get bored with the layout and I like to "redecorate" shall we say. I'm not entirely thrilled with this design, but hey, it's different. Y'all know me, I'll keep it for a month or two, maybe three and then there'll be something new.

So, thanks for noticing the changes.

I'm a Bette!

2008-12-31T09:00:00.000-08:00

I don't know how accurate these things are, but as everyone knows, I'm a sucker for a blogquiz! If it counts, I have worn my hair like Ms. Davis' in that photo.

Take Are You a Jackie or a Marilyn? Or Someone Else? Mad Men-era Female Icon Quiz at HelloQuizzy

Your result for Are You a Jackie or a Marilyn? Or Someone Else? Mad Men-era Female Icon Quiz...

You Are a Bette!

You are a Bette -- "I must be strong"

Bettes are direct, self-reliant, self-confident, and protective.

How to Get Along with Me

* Stand up for yourself... and me.

* Be confident, strong, and direct.

* Don't gossip about me or betray my trust.

* Be vulnerable and share your feelings. See and acknowledge my tender, vulnerable side.

* Give me space to be alone.

* Acknowledge the contributions I make, but don't flatter me.

* I often speak in an assertive way. Don't automatically assume it's a personal attack.

* When I scream, curse, and stomp around, try to remember that's just the way I am.

What I Like About Being a Bette

* being independent and self-reliant

* being able to take charge and meet challenges head on

* being courageous, straightforward, and honest

* getting all the enjoyment I can out of life

* supporting, empowering, and protecting those close to me

* upholding just causes

What's Hard About Being a Bette

* overwhelming people with my bluntness; scaring them away when I don't intend to

* being restless and impatient with others' incompetence

* sticking my neck out for people and receiving no appreciation for it

* never forgetting injuries or injustices

* putting too much pressure on myself

* getting high blood pressure when people don't obey the rules or when things don't go right

Bettes as Children Often

* are independent; have an inner strength and a fighting spirit

* are sometimes loners

* seize control so they won't be controlled

* figure out others' weaknesses

* attack verbally or physically when provoked

* take charge in the family because they perceive themselves as the strongest, or grow up in difficult or abusive surroundings

Bettes as Parents

* are often loyal, caring, involved, and devoted

* are sometimes overprotective

* can be demanding, controlling, and rigid

Who am I?

2008-12-30T17:20:00.000-08:00

This is one of the coolest videoes I have ever seen. The song featured is one of my most favorite contemporary Christian songs by the band Casting Crowns, called "Who Am I". It's a beautiful piece that illustrates just how important each and every one of us is to our heavenly Father.

Merry Christmas

2008-12-23T21:26:00.000-08:00

I can't believe how quickly the Christmas season has come upon us. That old adage, time flies, is surely true. It seems to go faster every year. This season is a time for peace and goodwill, sharing, joy, and reflection. As I reflect upon this year that's about to pass, I recall much upheaval and change in my occupation, an exciting election year, the worst economy I can recall, changes for my children from middle school to high school, and a diagnosis that came with many tests and at times distress. While many things have changed, much has stayed the same. Love of family and friends and faith during hard times. In the days ahead, I'll be spending time with my family, contemplating changes for the upcoming year, and shopping with my very best girlfriend on our annual day after Christmas shopping extravaganza. I wish for you all a blessed holiday.

Lucky!

2008-12-22T20:37:00.000-08:00

If I could only have five channels on my television, the very first one I'd choose would be SoapNet. Yes, I love me some "stories", especially "General Hospital". SoapNet is a soap opera/drama lover's dream. The last couple of years they've been producing their own programs. They've got a new show starting in January starring Greg Behrednt Greg is a stand-up comedian/writer who has been a consultant with Sex & the City, made appearances on the late night talk show circuit, and even had his own daytime talk show for a minute. He's probably best known as the co-author of "He's Just Not That Into You" and "It's Called a Breakup because It's Brohen". Greg's made a gozillion dollars from those two books and the marketing of them. Apparantly, he's looked upon, by some, as a relationship expert. I'm sure his books have valid points, however I've not read them, but I must say this new show on SoapNet looks interesting. Like a trainwreck, you know, where you just can't help but watch. It's called "Greg Behrendt's Wake Up Call".

From what I gather, it seems like Greg is going to counsel with couples and help them with their problems, trying to "wake them up", as it were. to the areas of their relationships that need work. I have one thing to say.... Thank GOD that I don't need his help! While my husband isn't perfect, we do communicate with each other, we do participate in things that the other likes to do, we do have sex more often than once every four years, and he tries to help me with the kids and household chores. I'm constantly dumbfounded by men that just leave everything up to their women and don't interact with their spouses except for "marital relations" or that put themselves first, or don't help do anything around the home. Because my hubby does all those things, I reckon I just assume all men do them. WRONG! I've always heard that a woman marries a man like her father, boy is that ever true! I went from being spoiled by my Daddy to being spoiled by my wonderful husband. Am I Lucky or what? Thanks Honey! And Thank you God for sending him to me!

Wrapping, part 2

2008-12-19T18:03:00.000-08:00

Since the last post was about wrapping paper and seeing as how my wrapping has been commented upon in great detail, I thought I would show a couple of examples of my wrapping prowess.

Now, I've been a bit lazy this year and I've not gone over and above what I sometimes do. In addition, it's been a little hard finding purple ribbons and I've had to conserve, cuz you know it's not one of those "traditional" Christmas colors that one can find in abundance. So, keeping those in mind here are a couple of my wrapped gifts in purple and gold paper that coordinates with my Christmas tree.

Wrapping Paper

2008-12-18T17:33:00.000-08:00

I am such the sucker for those blog test things, and of course they have tons of them for Christmas. So, when I saw this one, I just had to take it. I love wrapping my gifts and decorating them with pretty bows and ribbons. I always try to coordinate my papers with my tree decorations. It's obsessive, anal-retentive, whatever you want to call it, but hey, that's me. So, here's the wrapping paper test.

You Are Considerate and Mature

You approach the holidays with responsibility and cooperation.

You'll do your part to make sure that everyone else has a happy holiday.

You aren't particularly picky or high maintenance during the holidays.

You're happy to be in the company of people you love, and you're willing to "go with the flow."

Of all the types, you are the most likely to give someone exactly what they want.

You're also the most likely to wrap all your presents well - to prevent peeking!

The Wrapping Paper Test

Whether or not all of this describes me, well, I suppose only my husband could verify.

Love/Hate

2008-12-11T20:56:00.000-08:00

I have a love/hate relationship with Christmas.

I hate that we as a society have commercialized something so special as the arrival of God's one and only son sent to save his people.

I hate that mega-chain department/wholesale stores start decorating, play Christmas music, run special marketing campaigns, and put out those gift sets right after Halloween and before Thanksgiving.

I hate that we spend so much time rushing around here and there trying to get our shopping or other tasks accomplished.

I hate that we fill up the season with parties, caroling, addressing cards, and decorating.

I hate that people are so rude, crass, and impatient with one another.

I hate that my husband works more hours during the Christmas season than at any other time in the year and that we have even less time to spend together as a family.

I hate that we focus more on what gifts we're giving instead of feeding the hungry, clothing the naked, and visiting the sick and imprisoned.

Most of all I hate that during this season I grieve more for my parents as Christmas was the most important time of year for my family.

I love the smells in the air, smells of cakes, cookies, candies that we bake.

I love deciding what colors I'm going to decorate for the season, the actual decorating, and wrapping of the presents in paper to co-ordinate with my colors.

I love all types of Christmas music and start playing it right after Thanksgiving. Music gets me in the Christmas spirit better and faster than anything.

I love singing all the hymns and popular music to the top of my lungs.

I love pulling out my Christmas music and practicing on the piano.

I love how beautiful our church looks during the season and I love how we all work together to make it so.

I love our special church services. The Epiphany service and our Hanging of the Greens are the opening and closing of the season and it wouldn't be Christmas without them.

I love that our family gathers together to celebrate our long held traditions.

I love surprising my husband with gifts that he never expected.

I love the looks on my children's faces on Christmas morning. Nothing can compare to their looks of surprise and wonder.

I love that there's a spirit of peace and goodwill in the air, I only wish that it could last the year through.

Most of all, I love the Baby Jesus and what his coming to earth means for me and the entire human race.

The Christmas Meme

2008-12-10T21:00:00.000-08:00

Well, since everyone has done this meme, I may as well do it too. So, here goes.

1. Wrapping paper or gift bags? Wrapping paper, I love to wrap presents with frilly bows and such. I only use bags when items can't be wrapped.
2. Real tree or Artificial? Artificial because my dear sweet husband is terribly allergic to cedar, I won't even mention what happened the last time we had a real tree.
3. When do you put up the tree? After Thanksgiving, around the first Sunday in Advent
4. When do you take the tree down? not until after Epiphany
5. Do you like eggnog? love it!
6. Favorite gift as a child? My Barbie town house, unfortunately it was that Christmas that I realized there was no Santa.
7. Hardest person to buy for? Art's parents
8. Easiest person to buy for? Art, because I've got him all figured out!
9. Do you have a nativity scene? Yes, but I have no idea where it is.
10. Mail or email Christmas cards? Mail
11. Worst Christmas gift you ever received? not sure
12. Favorite Christmas Movie? I love Christmas movies, so it's hard to pick one. But I'll go with "It's a Wonderful Life" that movie makes me cry. I don't even have to see the whole movie, just that last line "every time a bell rings an angel gets it's wings" and it's boohoohoo! I also love "A Smoky Mountain Christmas" with Dolly Parton and Elf with Will Ferrell.
13. When do you start shopping for Christmas? I try to start sometime in October.
14. I’m not sure why, but there isn’t a #14.
15. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas? My christmas candies that my aunt makes for me every year.
16. Lights on the tree? Absolutely! And I don't have to mess with it anymore cuz our tree is pre-lit! YAY!
17. Favorite Christmas song? This is another one where I can't choose just one. So as far as hymns go, I have to say "In the Bleak Midwinter". And for popular songs, I'd say "Do they Know it's Christmas"
18. Travel at Christmas or stay home? Home
19. Can you name all of Santa’s reindeer? nah... cuz there's only one that really matters.... the most famous reindeer of all.... RUDOLPH!
20. Angel on the tree top or a star? A star. I used to have an angel, but I switched to a star because it reminds me of the Magi coming to the Christ child.
21. Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning? When I was little, it was always on Christmas Day. My in-laws are Christmas Eve kind of people, so we're opening on both.
22. Most annoying thing about this time of the year? that we fill up the time and make ourselves so busy that we don't take time enough to consider the true meaning and reason for this season.
23. Favorite ornament theme or color? I don't have a favorite because I change my colors/decorations each year. this year it's purple, last year was black. I'm thinking next year might be more traditional with red... but who knows?
25. What do you want for Christmas this year? time alone with my husband!

Tag... you're it!

Fa la la la la

2008-12-05T20:49:00.000-08:00

Okay, it's time for some Christmas music and you all know how much I love.Love.LOVE. Christmas music. I'm gonna share two songs with you this time. One of them puts a smile on my face and I feel oh so happy when I hear it. The other makes me think of my husband and well, "other" things. ;)

I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas Gayla Peevey

All I Want for Christmas is You Mariah Carey

This Year's Christmas Tree

2008-12-01T20:31:00.000-08:00

Okay for all my christmas tree fans out there, here are pictures of my/our tree this year. As you may remember, last year's decorations were black and silver. Well, this year, I went purple. It took me a long time to decide and I vacillated between several color combinations, but once I saw these, I decided it had to be purple. And don't you know, while I had to search last year for black ornaments, they are all over the place this year. I suppose it's like my teenage daughter said, "Mom, you're just ahead of the trends." Well, if someone has to be a trend setter, I suppose it may as well be me!

So, without further ado...

Tell me where you been so long....

2008-11-05T20:28:00.000-08:00

First, let me say I appreciate all my friends checking in on me to see if I'm still around. I'm here. I visit your blogs, but blogging just isn't as important to me as it used to be. As opposed to my wonderful husband, I just don't have a lot to say. He's much more intelluctual and has lots of wonderful ideas to share with the world where I need to be with other people in person. That's not to say that I haven't enjoyed my time here, but it's not as fulfilling to me. Basically, I need a "crowd", I need to be the center of attention. I admit it, I'm a "ham". I need to have one on one interaction with instant gratification, and let's face it, that's not something one can receive from the internet.

Combine that with the fact that since the last time I posted, I've been on two vacations, suffered through a summer with 3 pregnant women in my office, lost two tellers, thus leaving myself and one other, being promoted and having to juggle all the tasks assigned with it in addition to everything I was already doing. Not to mention that my oldest child started high school this year (OMG!) and my other having had issues being diagnosed with ADD, and well, I suppose I've been a little busy.

So, I love and thank all my friends, and please know I'm still around. I try to get by all your sites at least one a week just to see what's going on with all of you. I may still pop in and out here from time to time, but nowhere near as "regular" as I used to be. So until I see you again, be good to yourself and each other!

Blog-vacation

2008-06-08T17:57:00.001-07:00

Wow.. it's been a while since I've done any blogging. I've had some comments wondering if I'm taking a break like my husband is, and well, apparantly I am. It wasn't really intentional, but we've been soo busy with all our "construction" projects around the house, and my back went out again and I was down almost two weeks, mix those in with our upcoming beach vacation, and church camp, and you can see we've been some busy folks around here. That being said, I wish you all a pleasant summer and hopefully I'll be back to regular blogging after things around here settle down.

Take care, y'all!

Temporarirly Insane!

2008-05-01T20:50:00.000-07:00

I feel like I should apply for Law School. I've been helping our daughter with a school project. Shelby's Social Studies class participates in something called a simulation. She's done different "Sims" for different projects, this time it's a mock trial. Shelby was selected as the lead defense attorney (wonder why? Cuz she likes to argue, just like her Daddy ;)) and her client allegedly stabbed his father. As she/we gathered all the evidence from the witnesses, i.e. other classmates, we started talking and decided that since her client had been abused by his father, the only defense she could pursue and possibly win would be an insanity defense. So, we've spent hours wikipediaing forensic psychiatry, child abuse, trial procedures, and criminal law. She knows this case inside and out, she's fully prepared. She and her co-counsel decided that they should project a professional appearance and have even coordinated their clothing, makeup, and hair. They've even gone so far as to borrow an old briefcase of mine to use for all their materials. Shelby has done an excellent job. I might've messed up when I told her I'd be pissed if she didn't win. She thought I meant I'd be pissed at her, I reassured her that I wouldn't be mad at her, but at the stupid people on the jury. Maybe that was wrong of me, but I can't help it, I'm a wee bit competitive. Well, She's done all she can and has worked really hard, I'm sure she'll make a good grade, as usual.

EDIT: Shelby lost her case because those idiots in her class were too stupid to comprehend the insanity defense. That and because the judge in the case was buddies with the prosecutor. Typical, well at least she got an acutal portrait of our justice system!

Great News!

2008-05-01T20:46:00.000-07:00

I have great news! My brother has become a grandfather, again. So, yes, that means I'm a great aunt, again! This time we have a baby girl. My great niece, Kileigh Marie was born early this morning at 12:03am. weighing 6lbs, 10oz and 20" long. Kileigh was diagnosed in-utero with a kidney disorder and she may have to have surgery later, but there's nothing life threatening at this time. Praise God for this tiny miracle.

Music Education 101: Ray Charles

2008-04-23T16:55:00.001-07:00

We are serious music lovers in our house. If you're a regular visitor here or at my husband's blog, you're very aware of this. We are very eclectic in our musical tastes. I was raised on good ole fashioned Country and Western music, in addition to Southern Gospel and Elvis Presley. As a teen, I delved into the music of the 60's, particularly the Beatles and the Beach Boys, in between staying in touch with what was going on on the current Top 40. Then I met a wonderful man who introduced me to things like punk, heavy metal, rockabilly, and the blues. Music has played a pivotal role in our lives and we've made a conscience effort to expose our children to all types of music. Currently, one of our favorites is Ray Charles. The kids just love his music, and being a pianist, I'm envious of his talents on the piano.

Here's a little background on Ray Charles.

Ray Charles Robinson was born in September 1930 in Albany, Georgia to Aretha Williams and Bailey Robinson. The family moved to Greenville, Florida soon after Ray's birth. Aretha and Bailey never married and he went on to have 3 other families, thereby leaving Aretha to raise Ray and his younger brother, George, on her own. George drowned in a laundry tub when Ray was five. Ray witnessed this incident and it had a profound effect upon him. Sometime after, Ray started to lose his vision and was completely blind by the age of seven. There was never a definitive reason for his loss of sight, however some sources attribute it to glaucoma. Aretha sent Ray away to a school for the blind and deaf in St. Augustine, Florida where he learned to play various musical instruments as well as compose music. At the age of seventeen, he moved to Seattle, Washington and signed his first record deal with Swingtime Records and had his first hit four years later with "Baby, Let Me Hold Your Hand". A year after Ray's hit, he signed with well known Atlantic Records. Ray had many hit songs during his middle years of success, becoming one of the first artists to "crossover" from Top 40 to jazz. Ray's foray into Country and Western helped bring prominence to the genre. Later on in his career, he made cameo appearances in films and on television. He has performed for presidents, campaigned for peace, and supported the American Civil Rights Movement. Aside from the dozens of Grammy's he's won, he's accumulated many other awards including being among the first set of inductees to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, the Songwriters Hall of Fame, the Jazz Hall of Fame, and the Kennedy Center Honors just to name a very few. Much deserved tributes to him include a bronze sculpture of him in Albany, Georgia and a post office named after him in Los Angeles. At the end of his life, Ray was significantly involved in the making of the biopic, Ray going so far as to hand select the actor who eventually played him in the film. Unfortunately, Ray passed away before the film opened. Lucky for us, he lives on through his music. Here's but a taste of his abundant talent.

The song that brought him national attention: "I Got a Woman"

A song that my children go nuts for: "Hallelujah I Love Her So"

Man of the House

2008-04-21T20:50:00.000-07:00

I am not sexist. What I mean is that I don't believe that men and women have defined roles in a relationship. It was wonderful last week to come home each day after a hard days work to a home cooked meal prepared by my adoring husband during his vacation, but I did not expect him to cook a meal every night, nor do I expect him to do the laundry or mop the floors because he's home during the day. Now, if he feels moved to do so, I'm very much appreciative, but it's not something I expect him to do, nor do I expect him to take care of the yard. I know of a lot of couples where the female takes care of the "inside" of the house, while their husbands take care of the "outside". I feel that a relationship is give/take, an equal partnership. I may mow the yard, you can dust my piano, as long as the jobs get done, it's irrelevant who does them. There are no "male" jobs or "female" jobs. That being said, I do believe that there are certain things that men should do within the home. In specifics, two things. One, they should kill any and all sorts of insects and rodents, disposing of their remains. And secondly, they should empty the garbage. Now, honestly, I could do both of those things, if I absolutely had to, but I don't, so I won't. I can proudly report that tonight, my son, became the man of the house. Some sort of red waspy thing got into our home, no doubt because the boy left the stinking door open, but I digress. Anyhoo, as I am short of stature, it's hard for me to reach up to the ceiling to kill the nasty things, but tonight I managed to put the thing out of my misery. It fell to the countertops, and I covered it with a folded paper towel. I called the boy, he came, smashed his hand down on top of the paper towel making sure it was really dead, and he faithfully obeyed as I told him to dispose of the waspy thing. He complied so nonchalantly as if it was expected of him. And it's to the point where I don't even have to tell him to empty the garbage, it gets full, he empties it. Ahhh, he's been taught well. (By me of course :), only kidding, I know full well, his Dad has taught him, and very well I must add!)

Vacation... Sort of

2008-04-14T20:24:00.000-07:00

For the next week or so, I'll be mostly offline because my dear, sweet husband is on vacation. So, I'll be hanging out with him instead of you, my peeps. We don't have as much time together as other couples do, so I'm gonna enjoy having him home with me every night. Woohoo! So, behave, talk amongst yourselves, and I'll see ya in a week or so....

Update

2008-04-09T16:52:00.000-07:00

Many of you have asked how my back is doing and I can happily report that I'm almost back to normal. I say almost cuz my husband would be the first to tell ya that there's nothing "normal" about me, so I should say that I'm about 90-95% better. I'm still sleeping on the couch, but I'm also sleeping in the bed now and my pain has diminished greatly. So, many many thanks to all of you who asked about me, I truly appreciate your concern. Thanks!

Spring has Sprung!

2008-04-07T20:46:00.000-07:00

This is one of my favorite times of the year. The breathtaking beauty of God's creation is in abundance. My own yard is bursting with color.

My crabapple tree in the side yard...

A closer view of the blossoms on the crabapple.

Blossoms off of my japanese cherry tree in the front yard...

My favorite tree, it's an old-fashioned magnolia tulip tree...

Get outside and encounter the glory of God!

Freedom!

2008-04-04T17:11:00.000-07:00

I'm thankful that I cannot remember a time when African-Americans were denied basic freedoms. Things that I take for granted: voting, drinking from any water fountain, choosing any seat on public transportation, attending any hospital, going to any doctor, choosing a vocation, or even being able to love another. It is incomprehensible to me to think that these things not only happened occasionally, but were a way of life. One of my very best friends is African-American and to think that if we lived in another era, we would never even met, let alone be friends is depressing. Add to that the fact that these types of things happened in our parents era, is again baffling. I grew up believing that it was okay to be friends with black people, and that they were no different that I, except when it came to dating. I was always told not to bring home a black boy, now I find that disgusting. I have made a conscience effort to teach my children that we are all God's children, that there is no difference in skin color, ethnicity, or religion. God loves us all, so why can't we see each other the way God sees us?

I believe this country has come a long way in the area of race relations, and yet we still have a ways to go. But I wonder, in this the year of the fortieth anniversary of the death of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. what would he think of where we are as a nation? What would he think about this presidential election and that for the first time there's an African-American running who actually has a chance of winning. I pray for the day when every person is treated equally, a day when there's no need for affirmative action, and there's an end to racial profiling. I, too, share Dr. King's dream and pray that it's fulfilled if not in my lifetime, then in my children's.

I'm Fruity!

2008-04-03T16:03:00.001-07:00

You Are Fruit Flavored Gum

You are quirky and independent. You don't tend to follow any one style or rule book.

You are a mix and match type of person, and you draw inspiration from many sources.

While you're definitely a bit unusual, you get along well with other people.

You're eager to welcome anyone into your world. You are not judgmental at all.

You form close bonds with your friends, and your relationships tend to be very secure.

You hold firm to your beliefs and values, and you don't let anyone talk you into compromising them.

What Flavor Gum Are You?

Hattip: Jen

Happy Birthday Art!

2008-03-30T00:00:00.000-07:00

Who better than the Fab Four to wish a Happy Birthday to my Favorite Guy. Happy Happy Birthday, Honey. I love you!

Mom Overture

2008-03-28T17:36:00.000-07:00

This video needs no introduction... all Moms out there will appreciate this!

Hattip: my wonderful husband..and some other dude.

Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes

2008-03-27T16:51:00.000-07:00

Loyal blog viewers will notice a change around here. I can get bored with styles, so I like to change things up now and again. So, here's my new blue designs. The pictures are of the Gulf Coast taken during one of our many vacations. My husband is the picture taker in the family and I think he does a pretty darn good job! Blue is not a color that I would choose. But, since I wanted to change my blog picture to the sea side one, I decided that I would go for a whole ocean type feel. Maybe I'm ready for a beach vacation....

Back Troubles

2008-03-24T17:23:00.000-07:00

I'm down in my back again....ARGH!! I've been to the chiropractor, but I'm still sore, very sore. I've been on and off the ice for days, sleeping on the reclining couch, and doing the 'nursing home shuffle'. But, I have had the absolute best care from my wonderful husband. He'd do everything for me, if I would let him. I have this stubborn, independent streak, and I don't want to be a burden to him or ever take advantage of his support. I can't ever express in words how fabulous he is to me, but I can relate what our son said. Last night, Art asked if he could get anything for me, or do anything for me and I said no. So, Tad says, "Dad, you're such a wonderful husband. I hope that I'm as good to my wife as you are to Mom." What a sweetheart my child is... he takes after his dad of course.

Peep Show

2008-03-19T16:19:00.000-07:00

Yeah, I know it's in bad taste, but I thought it was too cute. Well, for a Redneck Easter, it'd be great....

Willie

2008-03-04T17:04:00.000-08:00

I.Love.Willie.Nelson.

Call me "Crazy", but I've just always liked him, I suppose it's the rebel thing he's got going on, I dunno. He's got an earthy tone to his voice and his talents on that old beat up, raggedy guitar are unmatched. Granted, he's downright kooky, but in our parts of the country he'd be considered 'eccentric'. So, enjoy this video. As I understand it, this is his new release. See how many celebrities you can spot.

"You Don't Think I'm Funny Anymore"

Angel Eyes

2008-03-03T19:57:00.000-08:00

The effect music has is amazing. The emotions that arise, how it inspires, the transformations it can bring about, are truly amazing. How notes, words, chord progressions come together from talented songwriters, is in my opinion, a miracle. Upon hearing certain songs, I am instantly transported back to the first time I heard them, recollecting exactly where I was, who I was with, what I was doing or wearing. I remember the first time I heard this song, "Angel Eyes". I was still in high school, in my vehicle on my way to my after school job, and I was blown away. It was right around the time I met a particular guy, who played guitar in a band. When I later saw the video for "Angel Eyes", I was further blown away with the fact that this new guy in my life greatly resembled the artist. I shared my love of this song with that special guy and of course being the music afficiando that he is, informed me that the artist, Jeff Healey, was blind. I was dumbfounded. He was a truly amazing artist and his song, "Angel Eyes" became one of our 'songs'. Unfortunately I learned today that this artist, Jeff Healey, passed away at the very young age of 41. He had battled cancer, the cause of his blindness, for most of his short life. He leaves behind a wife and two children, and many fans. And one couple in Tennessee thankful for this special song.

Rest in peace, Jeff.

Yes We Can!

2008-02-27T20:05:00.000-08:00

I don't normally blog about anything political. I have at times talked about some of my opinions, but I wanted to share a video regarding one of the candidates. It's basically a speech given by Barack Obama with added background music. In my opinion, this speech evokes the spirit of John F. Kennedy. This message is one of hope and change, something that it seems we all desire.

Recipie for Me

2008-02-22T16:55:00.000-08:00

The Recipe For stacie

3 parts Flirtation

2 parts Love

1 part Panache

Splash of Boldness

Finish off with a squeeze of lime juice

What's the Recipe for Your Personality?

Yeah, I'd say that's about right.

Hat tip: Jen

18

2008-02-20T18:40:00.000-08:00

There are lots of connotations and meanings for the number 18. In mathematics, it's a semiperfect number and in religious circles, specifically Judiasm, The Hebrew word for "life" has a numerical value of 18. According to Chinese tradition, the number 18 means prosperity. In our country, the age eighteen signifies being "of age", meaning that eighteen year olds have the right to bear arms, own property, marry without parental consent, get an abortion, donate their body to science, and serve on a jury (just to name a few).

So, what's the significance of the number 18? Well, it just so happens that eighteen years ago this month, I met the man to whom I would commit my heart, life, and soul. To stop and think that eighteen years have gone by since we first laid eyes upon each other is astounding. I'll never forget that evening. It's permanently etched in my memory. He was the epitome of everything I'd ever said I wanted in a boyfriend. See I had always had a thing for blondes and I'd even said that I'd marry a guy with blonde hair and green eyes, boy was I cocky or what? And yet there stood this tall, blonde, green eyed god. One look and I was gone. Of course I thought he would never be interested in me, cuz you see he was a college boy and I was just a high school teenager. Then when I found out days later that he was indeed interested in me, I was on cloud 9 for days. Well, here we are eighteen years later and he's just as handsome to me now as he was back then. He's still exciting and things only get better every day. I'm truly blessed.

A Story

2008-02-15T20:49:00.000-08:00

As formerly requested, here is the story behind my previous post of Guns 'n Roses' "Sweet Child o Mine". You see, I was young and there was this gorgeous guy I was dating and he was a fan of the aforementioned group. I, of course, being the pop/new wave music junkie I was, had never really heard of Guns; heavy metal just wasn't my 'thing'. Unless it was Poison, or Bon Jovi, or maybe even those guys from Europe, cuz we all know it's not really about the music, it's the hunks in the band. Right, girls? Anyhoo, back to my story. I was really into this guy and he was really into me, and as we were grooving in his car one day, he looks at me with his deep green eyes and said that when he listened to that song, he thought of me. That I was his "sweet child". So, naturally I became not only a fan of that song, but of the band as well. Oh, and it didn't hurt that that sweet hunk would play that smokin guitar solo for me. What is it with girls and musicians? So, while I'm not a spring chicken anymore, I'm still his 'sweet child' and always will be.

For My Valentine

2008-02-14T16:39:00.000-08:00

You have my heart. FOREVER!

For My Husband

2008-01-18T20:10:00.001-08:00

Love Ya Babe!

Yep! That's Me!

2008-01-14T17:19:00.000-08:00

What Stacie Means

S is for Sultry

T is for Twisted

A is for Alert

C is for Cute

I is for Impassioned

E is for Enthusiastic

What Does Your Name Mean?

Bambi

2008-01-04T22:00:00.000-08:00

I am not overly fond of animals. Ok, to be honest, I'm not an animal lover at all, it's not that I despise them, I find them cute, from afar... or in pictures. Especially in pictures. I've always had a healthy respect for them, some might call it fear, I prefer healthy respect. I leave them alone, they leave me alone and that's how I like it. Until tonight! I am so angry! I was driving along on my way home from a very hard days work, when out of the blue, out jumped a deer from a field, strking my car on the driver's side near the door. I was freaked out! Now, living in the country and passing a state park full of deer, I'm always on the lookout, but this happened in an area where I've never seen them before and it freaked me out! It's a good thing the children weren't with me, I would've needed a censor! I didn't realize how bad I was hit until I tried to exit my vehicle after arriving home and the door wouldn't open all the way. I didn't dare try to force it open for fear of damaging it further, so how did I exit? Well, I had to hike one leg up and over the gear shift, swing the other leg over and exit the passenger side. Not an easy task for a big girl, let me tell you! So, now I have to go through the whole insurance rigamarole and be without a vehicle for who knows how long. What fun! Why can't they just stay in the meadow like good old Bambi?

Resolutions

2008-01-02T18:46:00.000-08:00

Tis the season when folks start making resolutions, those they'll keep for a week or two, and then by the end of the month, they're broken. I don't make resolutions. Never have. Now, I do understand the desire to start the new year fresh, to give up bad habits, to start living a healthy lifestyle, and heal relationships. Looking at the new year full of hope, promise, and possibilities is the impetus for some to make those resolutions. That being said, I'm going to begin this new year as I have every year.. with a positive attitude. Seeing each day as a gift, not sweating the small stuff, not worrying over things I cannot control, and enjoying every precious moment with my dear, sweet husband and children. I encourage all my blog friends to do the same.

Now for your listenting and viewing pleasure, here's some encouragement.

Happy New Year 2008!

2007-12-31T17:20:00.000-08:00

It's been a wonderful holiday season and I've been really blessed this year. I wish for all my blog friends a new year filled with happiness, love, success, and joy. Your love, friendship, and support were an encouragement to me and I thank you.

Auld Lang Syne

Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind ?
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and auld lang syne ?

For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne,
we'll take a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
And surely you’ll buy your pint cup !
And surely I’ll buy mine !
And we'll take a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.

We two have run about the slopes,
and picked the daisies fine ;
But we’ve wandered many a weary foot,
since auld lang syne.

For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne,
we'll take a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
And surely you’ll buy your pint cup !
And surely I’ll buy mine !
And we'll take a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne

We two have paddled in the stream,
from morning sun till dine† ;
But seas between us broad have roared
since auld lang syne.

For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne,
we'll take a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
And surely you’ll buy your pint cup !
And surely I’ll buy mine !
And we'll take a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne

And there’s a hand my trusty friend !
And give us a hand o’ thine !
And we’ll take a right good-will draught,
for auld lang syne.

For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne,
we'll take a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
And surely you’ll buy your pint cup !
And surely I’ll buy mine !
And we'll take a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne

Feed the World

2007-12-20T21:24:00.000-08:00

Last year, I shared some of my favorite Christmas songs as I've been doing this year as well. There is one that's very special to me and I'm sure I've mentioned this song several times, "Do They Know It's Christmas". Why do I love this song so much, well partly it's because it reminds me of my teenage years, which I think I consider my "glory days". Back then, it inspired me to want to help my fellow man. Fast forward to present day, and still this song inspires me. Recently I was reading some news articles on the internet when I ran across a Best/Worst list of Christmas songs. And there near the top of the Worst list was this song. I was crushed. How could anyone not like this song? Apparantly, it's not cool to think of starving children at Christmas. Well, could there be a time any more appropriate that at Christmas time, I ask? What other time of the year should we do more for those less fortunate? I find this thought disgusting! Yes, Jesus birth is the reason we celebrate Christmas, but let's not forget that his message was/is equally as important. Love one another, feed the hungry, clothe the naked, welcome the stranger, visit the sick/imprisoned. What better time than during the celebration of his coming?

Feed the World. Let them know it's Christmastime again.

Our Tree

2007-12-19T21:29:00.000-08:00

After many requests (mainly just Vickie ;)), here are some pictures of our Christmas tree this year. As you will notice, it's a black, white, silver, and grey kind of theme this year and much bigger since we have more room. (Thanks, honey) I just love this tree, I think it's my favorite of the last several years. You may remember, I change colors every year. So, here's our tree and a few of my favorite ornaments.

Buffemaspolooza

2007-12-19T10:00:00.000-08:00

I.Love.Jimmy.Buffett. AND I.Love.Christmas. Well, DUH! If anyone has paid any attention to anything posted on this blog in the last two weeks, you've picked up on that! So, what better way to combine my love of Buffett and Christmas than with a selection of Buffett Christmas songs. It's hard to think of Christmas without frigid temperatures, but how nice would it be to experience Christmas on the beach? Bliss, pure bliss.

So without further delay, here's "Mele Kalikimaka" and "Christmas Island".

A Dedication

2007-12-18T18:39:00.000-08:00

This song goes out to my wonderful, adoring husband, Mr. Grinch. Now, he's naturally a wee-bit cynical, but if it were up to him we'd have no Christmas tree, no decorations, no presents etc. I think it's a facade, that he truly loves Christmas and the meaning of the season, but he can't show those emotions, cuz you know, it's not manly. Anyhoo, he's my Grinch and I love him, not to mention that he 's a great gift giver! :)

Here's to you, babe!

John and Paul

2007-12-14T22:40:00.000-08:00

I've been working on a post for over a week now. Writing, re-writing, I just haven't been able to put into words exactly what I wanted to say. It was about the Beatles, specifically John Lennon and Paul McCartney. I have loved the Beatles since I discovered them when I was a teenager. I decided I was a flower child, and totally immersed myself in the 60's pop culture. But it was the music of the Beatles that spoke to my soul. While I love Paul's fun and melodious tunes, it's John's lyrics that truly speak to me. His anthems still linger and are just as pertinent today as they were 30 years ago. Peace and love, that's what's really important. How we treat each other, equally, and with no regard as to race, nationality, religion, or gender. So, for this week, I give you two pieces, one each by both John and Paul. John's piece, while written during the Vietnam War era, speaks to us now during the Iraqi War. So, this is Christmas, what have you done? Another year over, a new one just begun.... War is Over... if we want it. Peace. Give it a chance.

And now for something completely different... Paul's piece. A more lighter piece, fluff really, but anything that's catchy and can be sung along with, I love. So for fun, I turn to Paul... 'scuse me, Sir Paul. Simply having a wonderful Christmas time.

Music News

2007-12-13T18:04:00.000-08:00

So, Frank Sinatra, Ike Turner, and Madonna walk into a bar.. the bartender says, 'Hey, what's kind of menage a trois is this?' Frank and Ike beat up the bartender while Madonna nonchalantly replies, 'No, just strange news".

Sorry, bad joke there, but how weird that Madonna, Ike Turner, and Frank Sinatra all make the headlines in the same week. First there was the news of Ike Turner's death, then Ole Blue Eyes being memorialized with a U.S. Postage Stamp, and then weirdest of all, Madonna is elected into the Rock N Roll Hall of Fame.

I don't know much about Ike Turner and what I do know is not flattering, aside from the well-known fact that his recording of "Rocket 88" is considered to be the first rock n roll song recorded. Unfortunately, I think his legacy will be that of a philandering, abusive scoundrel. I still pray his soul rests in peace and his family finds comfort in their hour of grief.

And, on the day of what would have been his 92nd birthday, ole blue eyes himself gets his own stamp. How cool. Gotta wonder what Frankie would've thought about this.

And finally, Madonna is elected to the Rock n Roll hall of fame. This pretty much verifies what my husband has been saying for years. The rock n roll hall of fame is a joke. Nothing in Madonna's discology is even remotely rock n roll, tho' I suppose her rock n roll attitude and longevity could qualify her for the hall. But, still, there's something about it that's just not right.

Interesting news.

DollyPalooza

2007-12-10T18:27:00.001-08:00

I. Love. Dolly. Parton. I think I've said this numerous times on this here blog, but I absolutely love her. She was my role model as a child. I wanted to be her, or at the least be her daughter. I thought she was the prettiest little thing and her voice was like that of an angel, simply beautiful. My aunt always told me while I was growing up that "Pretty is as pretty does" and that suits Dolly. Not only is her appearance beautiful, but her soul is as well. She has revitalized the area where she was raised and has continued giving back to that community and to our state. She's known affectionately as "the Book Lady" for her reading and book program that gives every newborn child a book a month for the first five years of their lives. This program, Imagination Library, started in Sevierville, Tn is now in 36 states, Canada, and 566 other countries around the world. So, this little Tennessee mountain girl has done good. These are but a very few of her songs I love.

Christmas Without You

I"ll Be Home With Bells On

Hard Candy Christmas

I Believe in Santa Claus

Country Christmaspalooza

2007-12-07T17:31:00.000-08:00

Continuing on our journey through favored Christmas music, thus I present my favorite Country Christmas songs. Yes, they're the lying, cheating, drinking, stalking type songs, but as I've discussed before this is the music I was raised on, so look over my redneck side.

Santa Claus is Watching You... Ray Stevens

Santa Looked A Lot Like Daddy .... Buck Owens

Merry Christmas from the Family .... Montgomery Gentry

and you can't be a redneck without Jeff Foxworthy's 12 Days of Christmas

Christmas Meme

2007-12-06T20:29:00.000-08:00

My dear sweet husband tagged me to do this meme... so here goes.

What are your three favorite Christmas songs & who sings them?

To narrow my favorite songs down to three, regardless of the genre, is extremely difficult. But, for me, I can't fully enjoy the Christmas season until I've heard these "Christmas in Dixie" by Alabama, "Do They Know It's Christmas" by Band Aid, and this by Jose Feliciano

What are your three favorite “Christmas” foods?

My husband selected eggnog here, but I'm more of a boiled custard kind of gal. Less spicy than the nog, I love it. My second would be whatever candy item my aunt makes for me, she makes candy for "special" people at our church and because I'm her choir director, she gives me a tin. She usually makes peanut brittle, which I love, but because I hate the peanuts, she makes me something different. Last year, it was homemade toffee and all I can say is YUM! Third favorite isn't necessarily a Christmas food, but I just love turkey and dressing, and a good baked ham and all those trimmings that go with it. And I'm gonna pick a fourth here and go with the breakfast foods because that was always my family tradition growing up. We had breakfast at my parents house at like 7am and all my brothers and sisters and their spouses and children would descend upon our home and we'd eat and just enjoy each other's company. This is our first Christmas without both parents and it's gonna be hard, this breakfast was a big deal to our Dad and in his memory, I'm going to start this tradition with our children.

What are your three Christmas secrets?

In general I don't have secrets. Well, let me say that anything I would keep secret would be intimate things, if you know what I mean. So, instead of secrets I'll tell you a few things about me.
1. I change the decorations on my Christmas tree every year. Last year, it was a white tree with pink decorations, the year before it was all blue, one year I made the decorations and the kids painted them, and this year our tree is black w/silver and white. I'll post some pictures of it later.
2. Starting right before and after my birthday in October, I start dropping hints of things I'd like for Christmas to my darling husband. From just mentioning things I'd like to have, to circling items in a catalog and leaving it in obvious places, he somehow picks up on all these hints, he's good! VERY!GOOD! and...
3. I am not a snoop! I have never snooped to find my presents. Why? Because I love surprises. I love the unwrapping of the paper and uncovering the surprises beneath. I love to be surprised so much that I pick out numerous items I'd like to have so that no matter what my husband selects for me, I'll be surprised. It's wonderful!

Christmapalooza

2007-12-04T21:09:00.000-08:00

As my dear, sweet husband so eloquently put it, I'm doing a Christmapalooza. Last week my selected artist was the big E, Elvis Presley. This week, it's Amy Grant. It is not Christmas for me until I've listened to her Christmas CD's. I had misplaced my very favorite one, gave up looking for it, and finally bought a new one. It's hard for me to select my favorite song on that particular CD because the entire CD is great, but here are a couple. I do have a couple songs I'm more partial to, but unfortunately couldn't find them to share with you. The first one is a jazzy/swing type number that gets me in the Christmas mood, the second one is a beautiful hymn reminding us of the sacrifice God made in that miracle of his precious child, and the last one is special to me because it conjures up childhood memories of my Tenneesee Christmases. I hope you enjoy Amy Grant's "Christmas Can't be Very Far Away", "Breath of Heaven", and "Tennessee Christmas".

Carpe Diem

2007-12-03T20:59:00.000-08:00

I make a big deal about my age. I obssess over it, I'm constantly in the mirror plucking gray hairs, smoothing out imaginary wrinkles, and in general making a fool out of myself. For all intents and purposes, I am young. Now, I realize that I'm no "spring chicken", but I'm also not ready for the rocking chair and actually, I think I can say I'm somewhat comfortable with where I am age-wise. After the shocking news I received today, my behavior has been embarrassing. Today, I learned that a friend of mine from jr. high and high school died. He was the sweetest boy, the cuter of a set of twins, so intelligent, athletic, and caring. Boys wanted to be like him and girls, well, we wanted to be with him. Struck down in the prime of his life. We'd lost contact over the years, a natural course of life after school, so I don't know if he was married or had children. Still, my heart goes out to his family. We are never given a promise of a tomorrow, but at the same time, we never expect to die young. We plan for long successful lives, marriages that last, children and lots of grandchildren, but it's at moments like these when we should realize that life is short. Take time to smell the roses, as the old cliche says, carpe diem and all that stuff. Appreciate those you love and make sure they know you love them.

Christmas Time Pretty Baby

2007-11-29T20:39:00.000-08:00

I Love Christmas! And being the music lover that I am, there's nothing like good ole Christmas music, from traditional carols, to Christmas hymns, and then the more popular pieces. I just can't get enough. I've already gotten my Christmas CD's out (actually did that before Thanksgiving) and am listening religiously to a radio station playing nothing but Christmas music 24/7. So, from now til Christmas, I'm starting a new series. I'm planning to share with y'all some of my favorite Christmas songs. First up in this series are my faves by.... one of my alltime favorite artists...... ELVIS!

While this video presentation leaves a little to be desired, it's the words and their meaning that are really touching...

If Every Day Could Be Just Like Christmas...
What a Wonderful World This Would Be

Now, Santa Claus is Back in Town to bring me lots of presents, cuz I'm always a good girl!

Let's not forget that no Christmas by Elvis collection would be complete without
Blue Christmas so...

Now, it's your turn... what are your favorites?

Poor Tad

2007-11-27T16:49:00.000-08:00

We had some exciting news this last week. A week ago, after some prodding from his Dad, Tad informed me that he had a girlfriend. "A Girlfriend" I shouted. All the while thinking my baby is too young to have a girlfriend already (even tho' he's a handsome devil like his Dad). He shushed me saying "Mom don't say it out loud". We were in our home alone in our kitchen, like anyone else would hear me. Apparantly his little girlfriend, Jaci, is a little forward because as I was told the story she came up to Tad and asked if he liked her, because little Ms. Jaci liked him and they could be boy/girl friend. Well, Tad was all excited about his first girlfriend, and approached Shelby about donating some of her jewelry she doesn't wear anymore so he could give it to Jaci. He found a little ring and gave it to her yesterday and then today... his heart is broken. That little witch broke up with him. Typical female, hold out for the gifts and then dump the fellow. So, Tad is a little down in the dumps tonight. Maybe some brownies and ice cream will cheer him up a little.

Say It Ain't So!

2007-11-27T16:30:00.000-08:00

I can't believe it! Emeril Live! starring Emeril Lagasse will no longer be airing on the Food Network channel. I used to just love Emeril. And in some ways, I still do, though now he's become a caricature of himself. All those "BAM's!", "Pork Fat Rules", "Kick it up a notch", and his myriad of other sayings just became too much. It's taken up so much time, he doesn't do the real cooking anymore. And that was the best part, he was an excellent teacher. Emeril made the Food Network what it is today. Before his show, there were repeats of older food shows and new ones with hosts that seemed more like a mannequin than an actual chef. Now, the Food channel is so well known we know the chef's names from Paula, to Rachel, Bobby, Giada, and Mario, I could go on and on. Largely thanks to Emeril. He's not leaving the channel entirely, not yet anyway. His current contract expires in summer '08, so we'll have to wait and see, but for the meantime Emeril Live is gone and his Essence of Emeril will remain with new shows upcoming.

Thanks for the memories, Emeril. BAM!

Give Thanks

2007-11-20T18:12:00.000-08:00

Give Thanks with a grateful heart
Give Thanks to the holy one
Give Thanks because He's given Jesus Christ, His son

Give Thanks with a grateful heart
Give Thanks to the holy one
Give Thanks because He's given Jesus Christ, His son

And now, let the weak say, "I am strong"
Let the poor say, "I am rich"
Because of what the Lord has done for us.

And now, let the weak say, "I am strong"
Let the poor say, "I am rich"
Because of what the Lord has done for us.

Give Thanks.... we Give Thanks

Being Thankful

2007-11-20T17:54:00.000-08:00

We can all find things to be thankful for this year. Even though this has been a difficult year for me, I am still so very blessed. I have a nice home (even tho' it's topsy turvy now because of the remodel), a sweet ride, two children that drive me crazy, and a wonderful man that loves and accepts me for who I am, and does his very best to spoil me. We are so blessed with wonderful, supporting friends and family, careers we enjoy, and a faith that stabilizes our crazy lives. So, take a moment this Thanksgiving and find one thing for which you are truly thankful.

Fashion

2007-11-16T21:41:00.000-08:00

I love fashion. At one time, when I was much younger, I wanted to be a fashion designer. There was a tv show on CNN called Style with Elsa Klench and I loved that show. It introduced me to the world of fashion and design and ignited that spark within me. Unfortunately, I was never able to explore that desire, but I now live vicariously through my new favorite tv show... Project Runway. It stars supermodel, Heidi Klum as the host, Tim Gunn as the design director and advice guru for the contestants, designer Michael Kors, fashion magazine editor, Nina Garcia as judges, and of course the contestants all vying for the opportunity to win enough money to start their own fashion line. If you're even remotely interested in fashion, you've got to check out this show!

Oh, and Beth, I agree with you, Rami may be it.. I also liked Chris, but that Christian is a little intense, talk about diva!

Blades of Grass.....

2007-11-08T17:04:00.000-08:00

In honor of the upcoming Veterans Day holiday, I solemnly submit this moving piece. It was written as a tribute to our fallen heroes by Senator Orrin Hatch. While I may not agree with his politics, I respect his musical talents and as the child of a veteran, I am thankful for this piece. Our daughter, Shelby, performed this selection with the West Middle School chorus during part of their Veteran's Day program. This weekend, and on Monday in particular, let us take a moment to remember those who have given the ultimate sacrifice to ensure our freedom and let us be thankful for them and their families.

God rest their souls.

Of Course!

2007-11-05T20:18:00.000-08:00

Get a Cash Advance

*Hat tip Gavo (who may I add is only Jr. High School level)

All Saints Day

2007-11-01T17:50:00.001-07:00

FOR ALL THE SAINTS

For all the saints, who from their labours rest,
Who Thee by faith before the world confessed,
Thy Name, O Jesus, be forever blessed.
Alleluia, Alleluia!

Thou wast their Rock, their Fortress and their Might;
Thou, Lord, their Captain in the well fought fight;
Thou, in the darkness drear, their one true Light.
Alleluia, Alleluia!

For the Apostles’ glorious company,
Who bearing forth the Cross o’er land and sea,
Shook all the mighty world, we sing to Thee:
Alleluia, Alleluia!

For the Evangelists, by whose blest word,
Like fourfold streams, the garden of the Lord,
Is fair and fruitful, be Thy Name adored.
Alleluia, Alleluia!

For Martyrs, who with rapture kindled eye,
Saw the bright crown descending from the sky,
And seeing, grasped it, Thee we glorify.
Alleluia, Alleluia!

O blest communion, fellowship divine!
We feebly struggle, they in glory shine;
All are one in Thee, for all are Thine.
Alleluia, Alleluia!

O may Thy soldiers, faithful, true and bold,
Fight as the saints who nobly fought of old,
And win with them the victor’s crown of gold.
Alleluia, Alleluia!

And when the strife is fierce, the warfare long,
Steals on the ear the distant triumph song,
And hearts are brave, again, and arms are strong.
Alleluia, Alleluia!

The golden evening brightens in the west;
Soon, soon to faithful warriors comes their rest;
Sweet is the calm of paradise the blessed.
Alleluia, Alleluia!

But lo! there breaks a yet more glorious day;
The saints triumphant rise in bright array;
The King of glory passes on His way.
Alleluia, Alleluia!

From earth’s wide bounds, from ocean’s farthest coast,
Through gates of pearl streams in the countless host,
And singing to Father, Son and Holy Ghost:
Alleluia, Alleluia!

Happy Spooks Day

2007-11-01T16:43:00.000-07:00

Here are my spooks!

Little Red Riding Hood

Pirate Boy

They had loads of fun at our church's annual Fall Festival/Block Party. They each won something from the cake walk, so I ended up bringing back home the chocolate fudge cake I made, but that's okay! Tad also won two 2-liter drinks from the ring toss game and they have loads of candy. My ingenious teenager has decided to take part of her bag of goodies to school to sell for five cents a piece. She's got bills! She's in deep to the landlord for running up her cellphone bill. All in all, it was a lot of fun, now I'm ready for a break!

Poetry

2007-10-24T20:33:00.001-07:00

I like poetry, however, I am not one to contemplate it, nor do I even attempt to understand all the symbolism, hyperbole, metaphors etc. contained within the poem. Possibly, it's because my reading comprehension is total crap, or that I'm just not a "deep" person. But I do appreciate a limerick, or a sonnet, rhyme, song, or verse. That being said, here's a poem written by my brillant teenage daughter. (she takes after her mother, of course)

A Poem

Blowing in the wind
green and grassy far
over hills and through the field

running, running fast
away from nothing
away from everything
maybe something, maybe nothing

now it's getting dark
running, running back
scared of something
scared of nothing
maybe something, maybe nothing
scared, scared of everything

Shelby Ruch

He's Soo GOOOD to me!

2007-10-15T20:28:00.000-07:00

My husband is soo good to me. He's thoughtful, he's attentive, and he's a great gift giver. In fact, here's what he gave me for my birthday.

In case you can't tell cuz the photo isn't so great, that's the new IPod Nano, along with Rascal Flatts new CD, a Bob Marley compilation CD, and the old Michael Jackson CD Thriller. Yes, I have eclectic taste in music, and my dear, sweet husband knows that and even tho' I wouldn't buy the Jacko cd myself because I didn't want to add to that pedophile's money stash, my thoughtful husband knew I really wanted it. And he's sooo good at knowing what I want and making sure I get it. He spoils me terribly! I forgot to add the dozen red roses and balloon he sent to me at work the day before my b'day. Like I said, thoughtful and attentive. I'm so blessed.

Thank you, Art Ruch for making my birthday so special!

Birthdays and Vacations

2007-10-10T21:45:00.000-07:00

Yes, I'm now officially a year older...it SUCKS!

Now, I'm on vacation, heading to Memphis to see Elvis and Martin Luther King, Jr....

When I get back from vacation, I'll fill you all in on how my birthday went, what my wonderful husband gave me, and what Memphis was like.... so stay tuned.

My Sweet Baby

2007-10-04T16:54:00.000-07:00

God knows what God is doing. Cuz she certainly knows that if Tad had been our first child, Tad would have been our ONLY child. Sometimes all I can do is shake my head in wonder and amazement at some of the things he says and does. I suppose he is like me in that regard because my loving husband has said something similar about me, however, I am not a wild storyteller, nor am I an energetic 9 yr old.

So, that being said, let me relate to you an exchange between our youngest and myself. I was getting ready for work this morning, hair, makeup, etc. when that sweet child looks me in the eye and says, "Mom, I know how to french kiss". I just about poked my eye out with my mascara wand and I'm thinking, O God, how does he know this, does he have personal experience with it? I replied with, "No you do not!". To which Tad said, "Oh yes I do". Now, I'm thinkin, okay buddy, let's just see what you think you know. "Show me" I replied. Let me just say I wish I hadn't said that because he proceeded to give me a visual. Let's just say it was a VERY GOOD visual. I. WAS. SHOCKED!!! As I stumbled to get the words out, all I could say was, "Well, I guess you do and just who did you learn this from anyway". Turns out he's been listening to some fifth graders out on the playground. I'm just dumbfounded that even 5th graders know about french kissing, I guess that just shows how old I am.

I suppose I should be comforted by the fact that Tad told me not to worry, that he never planned on french kissing with anybody anyway. Of course, I realize that he'll change in mind in a couple of years, but I am not ready to face that yet. He's still my baby....

I Love My Husband

2007-10-02T20:46:00.000-07:00

I love my husband. And I am the luckiest girl in the world because he picked me to be his girl, but... there are those moments (Ladies, you know what I'm talking about). Those moments when he thinks he's being "cute". So, Sunday morning in church he has one of those "moments". Let me set the stage here, some of you may remember that I have a slight problem with aging. Well, my birthday is coming up at the end of this week, so knowing that, my husband has his moment. During our prayer concern time, our Pastor invites the congregation to share thoughts, joys, and concerns, so my sweet, wonderful husband raises his cute, ginormous hand and as he is recognized by the Pastor says, and I quote, "We need to remember those who are turning a year older this week and are having a hard time with it". Well, the congregation roars with laughter and my best friend says, "oh no, he's done it now.... she's cuttin them eyes at you, you're in trouble now, Art". Meanwhile, her husband, who's birthday is the day after mine and who I am constantly aggravating, but whom I love dearly is choking because he's laughing so hard. Even the Pastor is cracking up, all I can do is shake my head and sigh.
I.Love.My.Husband. God bless him.

Mayberry, Part Deux

2007-09-27T16:42:00.000-07:00

Well, it seems Andy and Barney were a hit at Harris Chapel UMC last night. I don't think I've ever heard this group of people laugh so heartily like they did last night. I forgot how genuinely funny that show was. As I said before, the lesson was about how we tend to worry about thigns that may or may not occur, when instead we should have faith and trust that God will love us, protect us, and supply our every need (not want, NEED). Sometimes that's easier said than done, but we must at least try. Thanks everyone for your kind thoughts and good luck wishes.

So, as Gomer would say

Gaahhh-leeee.... ya'll folks sure is nice.

I Miss Mayberry...

2007-09-25T20:39:00.000-07:00

Remember the Andy Griffith Show?

That was great television. Still is. Would you believe there's been a Bible Study built around that wonderful show? There has. And my church will begin this study tomorrow night. With ME, yes ME as the leader. (Yes, the pastor is out of town, and yes he's out of his mind asking me to fill in.)

So, the basic premise of this study is that you view one episode of the show and some scripture is inserted in between some of the scenes and then there's discussion time afterwards. The episode we'll be watching is entitled "High Noon in Mayberry". Briefly, Andy receives a letter from an ex-con that he was in a gun fight with years ago in which Andy wounded the man in the leg, thereby rendering his leg lame. In this letter, the ex-con informs Andy that he'll be coming to Mayberry to set things straight between them, well, as usual Barney jumps the gun and assumes the man is coming to hurt Andy and deputises Gomer and Otis. In the end, the con and Andy meet, Andy finds out he's been reformed thanks to their run in and comes to thank him. Barney and the boys stake out Andy's house, cut the power, and end up tied together on Andy's living room floor. The study focuses on worry and about how we deal with problems in our lives. How we sometimes are like Barney, frantically worrying and blowing things out of proportion but that we should be more like Andy, concerned, but believing and trusting that things will work out and giving over to God our fears.

I hope and pray that this goes over well and that I'm able to do it justice. I'll let you know how it goes.

History

2007-09-23T21:07:00.000-07:00

My husband and I are quite the history buffs, he more so than me because History was his major in college. I didn't quite get that far, but as a child I was interested in historical facts, things, people etc. I went through different phases, focusing on different eras from the antebellum/Civil War period, to the free loving 60's, to the Jazz Age, back to Revolutionary times, and now to what has been termed the "Greatest Generation".

To that end, I tuned in tonight to view Ken Burns, "The War". History is important and if we don't learn from our mistakes we are bound to repeat them (Hello... President Bush are you listening? Irag? Viet-Nam?)

Sorry, I digress. I feel it's my responsibility to aid in my children's education by exposing them to media outlets that will teach them about our history as a nation, and as a culture. So, I allowed them to watch the documentary with me this evening. Afterwards I thought that maybe I shouldn't have becuase there were a few images that could be described as disturbing, but they're to the age that I thought they would somewhat understand the violence of war and if they didn't have that understanding beforehand, maybe now they do. Equally disturbing to me were the images of segregated troops. I made a point to my children to notice the pictures of the all black troops. It is so hard to comprehend the division of people because of skin color and I suppose that should be considered a good thing.

Shelby informed me later that she didn't really want to watch anymore of it because it was depressing. Tad, meanwhile, is cheering on the American troops and is excited about the next night, which we will probably miss because of a prior engagement. Hopefully, I'll get to watch more of it and if anyone has the chance to get a glimpse of it, I highly recommend The War by Ken Burns.

What?

2007-09-23T21:04:00.000-07:00

Wow... it's hard to believe that the end of September is upon is and it's been almost a whole month since I last posted. In case any of you have wondered where I've been.. Well, I've been here at home reading your blogs and keeping up with what's going on the news and well, that's about it. I've had lots of ideas for posts, but just haven't felt like blogging lately. So, if any of you missed me, thanks.

Long Weekend

2007-08-30T20:32:00.000-07:00

I.Love.Long.Weekends! Except for having to go back to work on Tuesday, because it will be phenomenally busy, but right now, I'm ready for the extra day off! And I'm excited because my wonderful Prince Charming is taking me away for the weekend. Just the two of us! We're not going far, just to Nashville. We're going to do all those "touristy" things that tourists do. We've lived in Tennessee all our lives, but have neglected to visit those 'landmarks' unique to our area. Maybe I'll share some details later, but as a wise old scribe said, "What happens in Nash-Vegas, stays in Nash-Vegas"
Enjoy your Labor Day!

Queen of Hearts

2007-08-26T18:30:00.000-07:00

Princess Diana.. I.LOVED.HER. She was the epitome of every little girl's fantasy to grow up, marry the prince of her dreams, and live happily ever after. She had style. She had class. She was simply beautiful. I've always been an anglophile, but Diana intensified my interest in all things English. Although I was a very small child when she and Charles began their courtship, I remember it vividly. She was so shy, seemed so in love with him and it seemed like she would be the perfect princess. I remember getting up at the break of dawn to watch her wedding. I remember how the commentators commented on her beauty that day, how long the train of her wedding dress was, and who her attendants were, how she included the children that she had taught at nursery school. They seemed like the perfect couple, the kind you read about in fairy tales, but alas, life is no fairy tale. We've since heard all the sordid tales of Charles' and Diana's marriage. I admit, I kept up with her through the tabloids. The very ones that caused her such distress. The ones who are probably responsible for her death ten years ago this Friday. A death that should not have happened. A death that was too soon. I remember the exact moment I heard she had died. It's one of those seminal moments that define our lives, like the moment you heard JKF died, or when the space shuttle, Challenger, exploded. It was late at night, and Art and I had been up watching the BBCAmerica channel on television. The program was interrupted with the news that Princess Diana had been in a car accident and had died. I could not believe it. I skimmed other news channels for confirmation because I simply could not believe that she was dead. Someone so full of life, just gone in an instant, it didn't seem possible, but it was. And I grieved. I was pregnant with my own son then and I grieved for the young sons she left behind. Having lost my own mother at about the age her oldest son was, I could empathize. I remember the outpouring of grief and love for her and her boys. The mountains of flowers at her estate, she was truly the Queen of hearts. Again, I was up early to watch her funeral service, her boys walking with their father, uncle, and grandfather to the service, and the drive to Althorp for her internment. The image of the horse drawn cortege bearing her body to the church with flowers and loving notes from her children on the casket is burned into my memory. She was many things to many different people. A comfort to the sick, a crusader for the injured, a role model, a fundraiser for needy charities, a wife, a mother, a woman. Let us remember her not only for her physical beauty, but for the beauty that she possessed within that reached out to others.

Rest in peace, Queen of Hearts.

'Cause She's Got PERSONALITY

2007-08-25T12:46:00.001-07:00

I'm a sucker for those quiz thingys. So, for what it's worth, here's my personality type score. Like I didn't know this stuff already.

Crazy Notion

2007-08-23T21:01:00.000-07:00

My husband has this crazy notion. He's of a mind that if a word, say a slang word for instance, is in the Bible, then it's okay to use said word. Case in point, the word ass for example. My dear, sweet husband says that because this word is used numerous times in the Bible, that it's okay for him to say it, and say it, he does. Now, before you get the wrong idea, he's not a regular cusser. I mean, he doesn't use curse words often, neither do I, or we try very hard not to, but occasionally they slip out. And when they do, he's always careful to only utter those that are in the Bible (in front of the children anyway), therefore, he uses the above notion as justification.

Now, let me tell you what happened this week. Tad was in the kitchen, doing something he wasn't supposed to, I'm sure, when I hear him use the "A" word.

Shelby hollars at me, "Mom, Tad used the "A" word".

"Tad, you're not supposed to use words like that", his sister and I say simultaneously.

"So what, Dad says it's okay 'cuz it's in the Bible".

Thanks, Dad!

'Tis the Season

2007-08-23T16:43:00.000-07:00

Hurricane season has arrived and as we are coming upon the second anniversary of one of the most destructive hurricanes in recent years, I think it fitting we take a few moments to remember the victims of Hurricane Katrina. During this time, we should also reach out and help wherever we can. There are many organizations out there that prepare in advance for disasters like hurricanes. UMCOR (United Methodist Committee on Relief) and the American Red Cross are just two examples of such organizations. Funds donated are used exclusively for the intended purpose of extending aid to victims, so please visit their websites to find out how you can help.

Now for your reflection:

Breathe In, Breathe Out, Move On

I bought a cheap watch from the crazy man
Floating down Canal
It doesn’t use numbers or moving hands
It always just says now
Now you may be thinking that I was had
But this watch is never wrong
And if I have trouble the warranty said
Breathe in breathe out move on

And it rained
It was nothing really new
And it blew
We’ve seen all that before
And it poured
The earth began to strain
Ponchartrain
Leaking through the door
Tides at war

If a hurricane doesn’t leave you dead
It will make you strong
Don’t try to explain just nod your head
Breathe in breathe out move on

And it rained
It was nothing really new
And it blew
We’ve seen all that before
And it poured
The earth began to strain
Ponchartrain
Buried the Ninth Ward
To the second floor

According to my watch the time is now
The past is dead and gone
Don’t try to shake it just nod your head
Breathe in breathe out move on
Don’t try to explain it just bow your head
Breathe in breathe out move on

(Jimmy Buffett/Matt Betton)

Run Forrest

2007-08-22T20:55:00.000-07:00

So, guess who I saw in the bank today?

Forrest Gump.

Well, what I would picture Forrest to be if he were a elderly gentleman. This gentleman came in today, with an Alabama ball cap on, walked like Forrest, acted like Forrest, and sounded like Forrest. IT. WAS. STRANGEUH. The whole time I was processing his transaction he was rambling about our lottery and figuring how he'd split the money if he won. He walked out still mumbling about it. I reckon Forrest's mama was right. "Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're gonna get!"

SO-A

2007-08-21T20:41:00.000-07:00

SO-A (Soap Opera-holics Anonymous)

My name is Stacie

It's been one hour and forty-one minutes since my last viewing.

My addiction is Soap Operas.

My soap of choice is 'General Hospital'.

I have been watching it for the last fifteen years. Before GH, I watched 'Days of our Lives' or DOOL as it's known to it's fans and I watched 'As the World Turns', 'Guiding Light', and 'Bold and the Beautiful'. It started when I was a child. My mother got me addicted. She was a fan of ATWT and would proudly state that she was watching it the day President Kennedy was murdered. She remembered vividly the program being interrupted and what was going on with the characters on the soap. When I started back to work outside the home a couple of years ago, I had to miss my beloved General Hospital, and my favorite characters, Sonny, Jason, Jax, Carly, but thank God for the SoapNet channel because now I need never miss my show. I faithfully watch every night at 9pm. My friends know not to phone me during that time, my children do not interrupt me (mainly because I send them to bed as I have never let them watch GH), and my dear sweet husband doesn't call me at that time either. He's so good to me that he'll even watch with me on his night off work. Am I missing something in my life that makes me watch? No, I don't think so. My husband is sexy, spoils me plum rotten, and we have a wonderful marriage so GH is not an escape for me, instead I think it is a connection to my dearly departed mother that keeps me watching. This is one connection I still have with her and I don't think it's such a bad thing, no matter how stupid other people think soap operas are.

So there! I'm not going to hide anymore! I'll continue to watch General Hospital, and dang it Young and the Restless, or All My Children, and even DOOL if I feel like it!

**SIDE NOTE** I don't mean to make light of those 12-step groups, I truly believe they are a genuine help to addicts. I apologize to anyone who reads this blog for any offense, it was not intended.

One Love

2007-08-19T21:27:00.000-07:00

I'm pretty sure I've blogged about this before, but here I go again. I believe that in this life, God provides us with a life partner that is especially meant for just us. What I mean is that there is someone for everyone. I found my special someone very early in life and I praise God that I didn't have to spend a long time looking for him. I always knew he'd have to be an extra special guy to put up with my independent streak, my feminist leanings, my stubborness, my outspokenness, and let's not forget that spoiled brat still lingering inside of me. I cannot fathom why God blessed me with such a man that accepts me completely for who I am and loves me despite all my faults. I look around at other marriages where there is a lack of communication, lack of trust, competition, or where one spouse acts as the parent and wonder if and how they can survive. I look at my own and am thankful that we can communicate about anything, trust each other implicitly, and where we work as a team. I cannot imagine spending one day without my husband. From the way he looks at me, to the sound of his voice, or his gentle touch, words alone cannot describe how this man makes me feel. Even after all this time, I find him as attractive, if not more so than the very first time I saw him. While we may not have as much time together as other couples do, we maximize every moment. The journey we've been on together has not always been a bed of roses, but you have to experience the thorns to be able to fully enjoy the beauty of the rose.

Long Live the King of Rock n Roll!

2007-08-16T16:30:00.000-07:00

2007-08-15T15:32:00.000-07:00

All the days we've been together
All the days we've been apart
Add up to a bunch of nothing
If I'm not still in your heart
I never want you to be
Just a page in my history
Someone I used to love

Your voice breathed in my ear
Or on the telephone
All the tender things we've whispered
To keep from feeling alone
May they never come to be
Just cold gems set in memory
Of someone I used to love

This current flows between us
That will not be denied
You draw me in towards you
Like the moon pulls at the tide
May no shadow ever fall
That will make me have to call
You someone I used to love

August 16, 1977

2007-08-13T17:11:00.000-07:00

I don't remember much about August 16, 1977. I don't remember what day of the week it fell on, if it was a sunny day or a day of rain, where I went or what I was doing that day. I was only four years old, but I do remember August 16, 1977 as the day my muse died, the day Elvis Presley died. Now, I didn't know what a 'muse' was, but what I did know was that this man stirred something down inside my little heart. Something that inspired me, that could console me, and something that filled me with joy. His chiseled features, his long flowing hair, eyes like pools of water, he was simply beautiful. His charm and outgoing personality were like a magnet drawing you towards him and I was totally in love with him, as far as I could comprehend the concept of love. Elvis was a big deal in our home, we had 8 track tapes of his music, my brother had a poster from the Hawaiian concert on his wall, we watched all his movies anytime and everytime they were on the television. We all loved Elvis.

I remember the outpouring of grief. The constant re-telling of his tragic death on the television and airplay of his old interviews,concerts, and movies. Seeing lines of people standing on the roadside as his funeral procession came their way. Women shrieking, tearing their hair, such grief I could not comprehend at my tender age.

Elvis meant many things to many people, and for me he was an inspiration and encouragement to express myself musically. Thank you Elvis for what you have meant to me and to the world and thanks be to God for sending this world such a blessing.

Rest in peace, E.

Interview with Art

2007-08-08T20:20:00.000-07:00

1. So, Stacie, how did you meet your husband.
Short version: at a party
Long version: because I hounded our mutual friend to come to aforementioned party until he relented bringing along this tall, gorgeous, blond, green-eyed Greek god of a man. (I've always had a thing for blondes ;))

2. As a "musically inclined" person, what do you feel are the benefits or contributions of music to humankind.
The benefits and contributions of music to humankind are many. Music stirs souls. It has a way of breaking through the walls that we build around our hearts and empathizes with our struggles, soothes our hurts, rejoices in our triumphs, and awakens our consciences to seek justice. Of course, it also has groovy beats that you can really dance to, but seriously music, for some (myself included) can speak to a persons spirit in ways that the spoken word cannot.

3. 1st Corinthians 14:33-35 reads, "... As in all the congregations of the saints, women should remain silent in the churches. They are not allowed to speak, but must be in submission, as the Law says. If they want to inquire about something, they should ask their own husbands at home; for it is disgraceful for a woman to speak in the church." Your thoughts on this?
Hot Damn, that church in Corinth finally let the women inside the door! Well, that's my initial thought. I feel that we should not take scripture out of context, that we must look at who a particular text is written to, the culture of the time in which it was written, and the author themselves. In this case, the text is written to the church in Corinth, which obviously had a problem with the women in worship service wanting more understanding of the gospel and accidentally disrupting worship. The author here, Paul, while admonishing the women, only does so to ensure that total chaos does not take over in Corinth. Another thought is that if Paul had intended for women to never speak in church, then he would have sent similar instructions to the other established churches, he didn't, which leads me to believe that this was a problem only for this particular church. Also, to say that a woman must be in submission is in some ways equal to slavery. Paul says, in other parts of scripture, that "there is no longer Jew, nor Gentile, slave or free, male or female, that we are all one in Christ Jesus". If that's true,and I believe it is, then man and woman are equally capable of proclaiming the gospel!

4. You have called yourself a liberal but many people who know you in "real life" consider you to be quite conservative. So which is it?
I'm a conserberal, or is that liberative? I consider myself more in the "liberal" area, even tho I despise those labels. The folks in "real life" that think I am conservative don't know the real me, or haven't taken the time to dialogue with me. I can understand why folks would think I'm conservative; I've voted Republican numerous times. For a long time, I straddled the fence, not really definite on what it is that I believe. Maybe that's because I was young and still trying to figure it all out for myself. Now, I know. I'm happy with who I am and what it is that I believe and quite frankly I couldn't give a good gosh darn what anybody thinks of me!

5. Have you ever met a celebrity?
Yes! I met Davy Jones of the MONKEES! when I was 16 yrs old. My much older parents took me to Nashville to the Hickory Hollow Mall where I had to stand in line for hours waiting to meet Davy. I had bought his book and was determined to get his autograph. I got it and I've got the pictures to prove it. Looking back, I realize how spoiled I was because my parents would probably not have driven two hours to wait in a mall for two hours just to meet some guy from a made up band off the TV. How blessed I was!

Here's the proof:

Just Another Day

2007-08-07T20:25:00.000-07:00

My husband and I have tried instill manners in our children. "Yes Ma'am", "No Sir", "Please", "Thank you", etc. Sometimes, I think we've done a good job, sometimes, I'm not so sure. I've taught my son to open doors for ladies, never to ask a woman her age or weight, and a few other things. Now that's not to say that he hasn't learned from example becuase his dad does those things, but I just want him to be a polite, respectful man when he's grown. So this weekend while we were out doing our 'tax-free' back to school shopping, I noticed Tad performing a polite, respectful act. As we were walking up to the door of a department store, Tad saw an older lady coming towards the door from the inside. He ran up, opened the door and stood there long enough for the older lady, his sister, and myself to walk through. Immediately, I complimented him (we've always been big on positive reinforcement) for opening and holding the door for the older lady. He looked at me, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Ahh, Mom....it's just another day, No big deal". My co-worker upon hearing this story said, "That Tad sounds like a card".
If she only knew.....

New Addition

2007-07-29T16:22:00.000-07:00

The Lord works in mysterious ways. The birth of a baby is such a joyous occasion and sometimes we take the whole procreating ability for granted. We assume that everyone has the ability to have children, while in reality not everyone does. I have family members who have tried for the 18 years they've been married to conceive a child. You name the procedure, they tried it. I think they had come to accept that they would never have children together. He had a child previously and of course, she is considered "their" child as well, but they always wanted one together. So, it was last year on Christmas Eve, of all days, that she discovered that in fact she was pregnant. Not that they had been trying, but it just miraculously happened after all these years. It truly is a miracle.

So welcome to this world, Major Braxton.

Safe in the arms of big sister, Brandy

Jesus and Me

2007-07-18T18:25:00.001-07:00

So, the vacation bible school event at Harris Chapel UMC has come and gone. Thank goodness. I say that as a very tired VBS Director. I didn't really want to take on the task of director this year for a variety of reasons, but I can never tell my pastor "no", so once again I took charge and got everything organized. This year was much better than past years because the time was shorter and we still managed to get every story told. We had Joseph, Mary, Martha, and Jesus, and Peter. Stories we've not learned about in vbs curriculum previously. It takes a village to put this shindig together and I must give a shout out to my wonderful husband, who pretty much acted out every bible story. I, too, got in on the storytelling action by portraying Mary to his Jesus while our very good friend played Martha. Our friend was a little perturbed at me because her part was very long while all I had to do was act like I was cleaning up, answer the door when Jesus knocked and say "Why hello Jesus, I'm so glad to see you. I'm so excited you've come to visit us, won't you please sit down and relax". Whew...I didn't think I'd remember my lines. Art, fabulous as always, came inside, greeted everyone, sat down and we pretty much just talked to ourselves for the rest of the storytelling time. As you can see by this picture, Jesus (Art) appears to be laughing while I am seated at his feet holding my broom. I figure this was when Jesus asked Mary where she got her 1st century red broom and I said at the downtown Jerusalem Wal-Mart of course. I'm not sure why Jesus thought this was funny, but oh well. Have I mentioned how relieved I am that VBS is over?

I See God!

2007-07-17T20:27:00.000-07:00

My husband has already posted his sunset photo, but I must post mine. I snapped this photo a couple of weeks ago using my cellphone as I was leaving home for a quick trip to town. I just happened to look over to my left and saw this beautiful scene. As I was soaking up the wonder of God's creation, my brilliant 9 yr old son says, "Wow Mommy it's like I can see God".

Thanks be to God for moments like these.

I Want This!

2007-07-16T18:02:00.001-07:00

My husband laughs at me when he catches me ogling this Thing! But I can't help it! I WANT IT! I don't know why, but I'm drawn to it. Art thinks it's ugly, and it is. Maybe that's what it is, it's so ugly and unusual. See, I have this "thing" about wanting things that noone else has, or being different. And I like "classic" cars, now I realize that the Volkswagen Thing may not be on a list of the most "classic" cars, but it is old enough to be considered an antique. I have hinted around about how much I'd like to have this vehicle, stopping just short of saying I WANT IT! I've been hoping that my wonderful husband will pick up on the hints and try to find out all the details about it. I'd do it myself, but I have this "thing" where I think men try to swindle women when it comes to vehicles. I know cars, but when it comes to the inside parts, well, I'm the typical female. I know nothing, except where to put the oil and gas. So, if you try to talk to me about horsepower, or torque, or pistons, etc it sounds to me like Charlie Brown's mother.... Wah Wahh Wah Wah....
So, maybe my wonderful, adoring, fantastic husband will get this hint and check on it for me.. I love you honey!

Condolences Please

2007-07-16T16:23:00.000-07:00

Send condolences to me. I am now the mother of a teenager. I do not know how this happened. Well, I do know how it happened, but I am much too young to be the mother of a freaking teenager! I remember turning 13 and thinking it was a milestone, so I wanted to make this birthday one she would remember. I hope it was everything she hoped it would be. Now, she's away at church camp, the first time she's ever been away from home for more than a couple of days. I'm excited for her beause I never got to go to church camp. I know she'll have loads of fun. But to be honest, I'm enjoying the peace around here. No fighting, no attitudes, just quiet. Ahhhhhh... I think I'll go sit back and relax.

Live what?

2007-07-09T17:09:00.000-07:00

So, the big Live Earth concert was this weekend. Big deal. I watched a little part of it, but I just couldn't get interested in it enough to stick around through the whole thing. Maybe because Al Gore had a part in it and he's not one of my favorite fellas. Maybe it's because I'm not all that interested in being "green". I don't mean to sound like an idiot here, but I don't think seeing celebrities encouraging people to recycle, car pool, etc. is going to change the world. I have a very hard time taking the word of a millionaire, in some cases multi-millionaires. Like any of these people are going to car pool. I mean really, do you think Jon Bon Jovi will pick up old Al, and P Diddy, or Madonna, and Alicia Keys, or Melissa Etheridge and car pool in his limo to some event? Nope, don't think so! Nor do I believe that these people have energy efficient vehicles, homes maybe, but what about their private planes? It just seems hypocritical to me.

I remember a little concert to stop hunger. It was called Live Aid. I remember being engergized to do something to end hunger. I remember the desire to end hunger resounding through entire nations. I remember seeing on television the starving people being given sacks of food. Maybe it's the imminent threat of death from hunger that spurred people into action. I don't see an imminent threat of death in this case of gloabal warming. Yes, I know that over time the ice caps are melting and chemicals are escaping into the atmosphere changing our weather cycles, and yes I would like to do something about it. But I am selfish and spoiled, so I will continue to drive my BMW (Big Momma Wagon) Pathfinder SUV that gets abysmal gas mileage because I love it. Maybe when all the additions and renovations are done on my house, I can get myself together and have a recycling bin. I would like to leave the earth a better place for my children and their children.

Liberty

2007-07-03T16:08:00.001-07:00

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles.
From her beacon-hand Glows world-wide welcome;
her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!"
cries she With silent lips.
"Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

These words are engraved on the base of a beautiful monument celebrating the gift of friendship and the blessings of liberty. This lady has long been a welcoming beacon to the world, inviting the impoverished, the persecuted to a land of freedom, democracy, and opportunity. "Other lands," wrote the Polish emigrae; Henry Sienkiewicz, "grant only asylum; this land recognizes the immigrant as a son and grants him rights." When they were "sickened at last of poverty, bigotry and kings," wrote another immigrant, "there was always America!"

Why have we replaced this sentiment for a mentality of exclusion, isolation, arrogance, and hostility to the alien? Why will we gorge ourselves on hamburgers, hot dogs, ribs, potato salad and the like while there are those among us who will go hungry? Why will we shoot fireworks and wave our flags while there are those in wartorn nations hiding from the sounds of gunfire and threats of violence?

Yes, I am proud to be an American and yes I thank God daily for the blessing of living in a free society. But, I am equally appalled by our behaviors. We have let innocent people die in genocides, from disease, and hunger. We are intolerant and belligerent towards people trying to better themselves in a free country full of opportunity. And we are quick to violence and slow to negotiate.

I will pray God's continued blessings upon this nation and her people. May we embrace the tired, the poor, the homeless, and the alien as our brother or sister and assist them in seizing all the opportunities available.

cool as a.....

2007-06-25T18:58:00.000-07:00

We have air conditioning once again!! Well, let me clarify, we had the a/c all along, but the coils or something was all gunked up so the unit wasn't running to it's utmost capabilities! Now it is and I'm downright cold in here, but that's okay I won't complain. I'd much rather be cold than hot any day because it's easier to warm up than it is to cool off. So, thanks to my wonderful husband for getting on the ball with this and getting it fixed.

~~HOT~~!!!

2007-06-24T17:03:00.000-07:00

It is H*O*T here! I mean it is !@#@^#&*@^%@! HOT!! (excuse my french) Our a/c unit is on the fritz, and my husband has plans to call a repairperson, but until then, it is so freaking hot! I'm one of those people that doesn't take the heat real well. If I overheat, I become very irritable. VERY! Any little thing can set me off, I hate that I am that way, but it can't be helped. So, here I sit at my computer with two ceiling fans, and two box fans blowing on me wondering how long it will be before our a/c unit is fixed. Hopefully, it won't be very long.

Dad's Day

2007-06-17T20:19:00.000-07:00

Today is Father's Day. A day I have dreaded for the last month. For the most part I think I'm dealing with my dad's recent passing very well, but then I have a moment. While picking out a birthday card for my father in law at an upscale grocery store, I almost fell apart. And the same thing happened when I picked out Father's Day cards back in May. I just knew I would collapse into a crying heap, but I haven't. I had a moment, very slight moment today at church while leading the singing and again when I played my father's favorite hymn, but I'm okay. I am so thankful for a loving, Christian father who instilled in me the values of hard work, faith in God, love for family, and loyalty to friends. I only hope that I can give my children one-tenth of what Tommy Tipps gave me.

And I'm very thankful for the husband that the good Lord blessed me with, and what a wonderful father he's been to our children. I couldn't have asked for a better man and how I got so blessed is beyond me.

Art, thank you for all you do for me and our children. I cannot imagine my life without you. Your constant love and support, patience and encouragement are an inspiration to me. You are my hero and my rock. My heart will always belong to you.