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And the Winner Is . . . . 2008-03-31 07:00:00 I think the Rodeo Rendezvous had a profound impact on our home. I say this for three reasons. There’s a new spark in my marriage and a glint in my hubby’s eye. Not that the flame was totally out, we just threw a new log on. It was a combination of the photos, memorabilia and your comments that ignited something in us. Reading your interpretation of our story had an unexpected affect. So, thanks. I think I’ll keep him around. Secondly, my hubby has not taken off his cowboy boots or that buckle for a week. He changes after work and slips into his gear. Seriously. (Notice I did not say costume on account of the new spark). And thirdly, some of my kids are acting weird. I don’t really have proof that all the rodeo talk is responsible. It just seems highly co
Hi Ya'll! 2008-03-28 21:14:00 I feel like a new woman! Welcome to my new site. I've been working hard to move things over and I feel like a real blogger now. Some of you were having problems viewing my page because I was hosted at Apple. Hopefully, it will load faster now too. Being a Mac girl has put me on a learning curve over here at Blogger. Please be patient with me over the next couple of days while I work out the bugs. My hubby just informed me many of my links don't work. Thanks a lot, honey. (I said this with gritted teeth). I love that man. He's so darn helpful.Please bookmark me at and if you've linked me in your blogroll, you may want to see if it's working right. ALSO, please re-subscribe because I think I screwed that up to! I'm about to have heart failure!I owe my firstborn to
We Ride Again-Part IV 2008-03-27 13:32:00 I hope you’re enjoying our western fun and Rodeo mayhem. This madness ends tomorrow, so hang on to your hats! If you’re new, you can read about what started this cowboy party here. Part two is here. And three. Don’t forget to leave a comment to winthis. As you may remember, we recently got in touch with our rodeo roots. It had been years since we’d actually gone to the Rodeo. We decided to tempt fate. Again
. Since we are THAT family, we don’t do this often because you know, anything can happen. I mean, we tempt fate all the time, but not on purpose. Most of our disasters are unplanned. But this, this we planned. The hubby took a day off. Wednesday, during Spring Break. It was designed to be a break for me on hump-day. I needed it, consideri
The First & Last Roundup- Part III 2008-03-27 13:26:00 Thanks for following down our country trail as we remember our western roots this week. If you’re new to the Rendezvous, you can read about what started this search here. Part two is here. And our little contest rules are there. We’re halfway thru our Rodeo Rendezvous and I’ve learned one thing: Remembering works for me. I’ll flip over an old photo or open an old crumpled note and *WHAM*-I’m back there as a young girl wondering how my life will turn out. It’s surreal. Before my husband became my husband, he was my friend. My best friend. I met him the second day of my college experience. I was immediately drawn to his fun-loving personality. He was a social butterfly and a junior. I was young, awkward and smitten.Within a couple of months, I asked him Read more:First
His*Story- Part II 2008-03-27 13:21:00 Tackling research can be fun. Let me just begin by saying no cowboys, bulls or husbands were harmed in the writing of this post. This whole rodeo week all started out as a dare, really. And with a costume. My husband claimed to be a cowboy in his life, pre-me. I set out to prove him wrong. That’s when I unearthed these ancient photos my mother-in-law sent me years ago. I vaguely remember the exchange. I think it was around the time I had a two year old and a newborn. Most of my brain cells were lost in childbirth, the rest make a random appearance. Thus, the genius blog you’re addicted to reading. Imagine if I was firing with a loaded gun.Either way. I never thoroughly looked thru the envelope. Until now. This is my hubby at 2 years old. Happy little thin
The Costume-Part I 2008-03-27 12:32:00 Welcome to the Rodeo Rendezvous. This week is going to be full of stories about our country roots and rodeo experiences. You’ll learn fascinating tidbits of our history (Were we in Pecos Bill’s Wild West Show? Are we related to John Wayne? Do we have annual passes to Dollywood?) No. To all of that. We’re just your average redneck family, exposing embarrassing facts. It’s gonna be fun.This whole FANTASTIC idea started with tickets.My husband blew me away on Valentine’s Day this year. He usually does. Gift-giving is—well, it’s one of his gifts. I’m lucky that way.It’s hard for me to surprise him though. I try, but I usually drop one too many hints or tell my children and I’m sure you know how that turns out.This year, I was determined to surprise him with some
About Me 2008-03-27 10:34:00 I’ve always written. I love words. I love they way they stir my soul or make me laugh out loud. Tattling on myself and family is therapy. You’ll understand why I need therapy if you dare to read further.I live with an amazing man. He is my best friend and the only person in the world who can calm down the chaos just be walking thru our front door. I wouldn’t want to live this topsy-turvy life with anyone else.My main duty besides laundry is mothering three incredible children. My 8 year old keeps me on my toes because she’s smarter than I am; my 5 year old is a spiritual soul who inspires me to be better; my 1 year old reminds me daily that I am old and of God’s grace.WARNING: My tales are not for the weak-spirited or for perfect mothers. They tatt
Some of my favorite places to visit: 2008-03-01 13:23:00 Rainbow Sherbet BoutiqueSouthern LivingEtsyBag It! Tag It! Gotta Have It!Uncommon GoodsInspire CompanyBible GatewayCreative Blessings by Stacey Read more:visit
Contests & Buttons 2008-03-01 10:55:00 There aren't any contests right now. I'm broke.If you REALLY want to be my friend -Grab a button, copy html code and paste it on your page. "> border="0"/> "> border="0"/>"> border="0"/> "> border="0"/> Read more:Buttons
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We are THAT family 2008-02-21 09:49:00 Through the years, I’ve been in different conversations and either said or someone said to me, “You know THAT family?” They don’t even have to say a name usually. My mind automatically pulls up THAT family. You know the ones. The family that always has troubles. Something out of the ordinary is always happening and they are usually followed by disaster.As I sat in the Emergency Room last night with my little boy, it dawned on me: Oh my word, WE are THAT family. I don’t know how it happened or when, but we became THOSE people that trouble follows.It’s been a crazy month, even for our family. Let’s just put it this way, our family of five has met individual deductibles and it’s still January. I’ve never had a longer month. It’s been hectic, unpredictable and well
Bloggy Giveaway! 2008-04-04 07:00:00 I decided you, my faithful readers, need a giveaway. You know, for enduring all the booger and puke posts this week. I'm sure I've harmed your delicate sensibilities. One reader summed it up beautifully: "You just made me vomit in my mouth." What can I say? I am gifted. So, without further ado, I wanted to share with you a fabulous find. I received these gorgeous notecards as a gift. They are personalized and of high quality. They were also packaged nicely. That alone made me happy. And so then, I ordered Mommy cards. I'm in the process of ordering birthday cards for my son. I may be developing a paper product addiction. Please pray. Anyway, I asked Stacey from Creative Blessings if she'd like to make one of my read
Be Thankful for the Little Things 2008-04-03 07:00:00 My toddler has a runny nose. I don’t just mean today, I mean always. It’s really disgusting. I’ve taken her to the doctor countless times. There is no medicine, no remedy. She just produces large amounts of snot. You deal with what God gives you, people. When she gets up from a nap, I always clean her nose. It’s a necessity since she breathes out of those two little holes. The other day, I was wiping and swiping and I dislodged an enormous nugget. In some weird chain of events, it fell from the tissue and landed on her lip. Before I could remove said nugget, she did the unthinkable. She licked her lips. Now this is the toddler who is in a finicky phase and will only eat beige food. Guess what my picky-eater said? “Mmmmmmmm.” I took this as a sign. Read more:Thankful
This is Her Story 2008-04-02 07:01:00 Humor Works for Me Wednesday. Dolls. My second grader loves them. All of them. She has a vast collection of baby dolls, stuffed animals and accessories. My goodness, can she accessorize those babies: clothes, strollers, bibs, bottles, blankies, stuffed animals for the dolls. It’s really out of hand. But she gets it honestly. Her grandmother has been a doll collector for more than forty years. My mother honed in on her granddaughter’s interest and well, contributed. Greatly. A couple of years ago, my daughter’s doll collection expanded to collectible dolls. A Chatty Cathy doll. From the 1960’s. I wasn’t too sure about this. “Mom. She’s six. She will play with that doll. It won’t sit on a shelf and stay, well, collectible.” This pleased
Dreams Do Come True 2008-04-04 14:08:00 Cinderella. She's a big deal at our house. I'm serious. She is the princess to love. Any why wouldn't she be? Her story begins as a broken, unloved girl, dressed badly. She gets help from some talking mice, the supernatural, has a major transformation, gets the cute guy and lives happily ever after.Very realistic. I found this picture the other day. It's my firstborn, meeting Cinderella for the first time. She was two. At eight, she still remembers that moment when she flew into the princess' arms. She felt safe, content and loved. It was her dream come true. I'll never forget it. We waited in line for hours. We were hot, sweaty and tired. But my eyes filled with tears as I watched my baby run into Cinderella's waiting arms. My hubby looked at Read more:Dreams
Bloggy Giveaway! 2008-04-04 07:00:00 I decided you, my faithful readers, need a giveaway. You know, for enduring all the booger and puke posts this week. I'm sure I've harmed your delicate sensibilities. One reader summed it up beautifully: "You just made me vomit in my mouth." What can I say? I am gifted. So, without further ado, I wanted to share with you a fabulous find. I received these gorgeous notecards as a gift. They are personalized and of high quality. They were also packaged nicely. That alone made me happy. And so then, I ordered Mommy cards. I'm in the process of ordering birthday cards for my son. I may be developing a paper product addiction. Please pray. Anyway, I asked Stacey from Creative Blessings if she'd like to make one of my read
The Talk 2008-04-08 07:00:00 My second grader slammed the front door and rushed into the kitchen from school. “Mom, guess what?” she called. I looked up and noticed her flushed cheeks. She has news. This could go either way, I thought. I braced myself for the revelation. Just last week ‘her life was ruined’ because a mean boy beat her out of the Science Fair. (All boys are mean, now, and gross). She had just stopped weeping about not winning the American Girl doll in the school raffle. I just love those raffles. Well, mainly because they are so fair and encouraging for children. “Mom, the coolest thing happened!” she said excitedly. Whew, I thought. “My friend became an Aunt last night. Isn’t that awesome?” “Yes, honey, that’s wonder--, an ant?” I asked trying to cl
Pushing up Daisy 2008-04-07 07:00:00 Our neighborhood is in mourning. It is a sad time. A young life was cut short. I explained to my children about loss. That's never easy. There have been many questions. “Is he in Heaven?” “What is he doing there?” I’ve tried to be honest and transparent with my children. We’ve watched our neighbors struggle through the difficult mourning process. They have wept bitterly, donned black clothes, and truly struggled. Although we don’t know this family very well, the parents and two college-aged kids have accepted our condolences. The funeral was very touching. My sweet husband helped with the burial process. He’s a good man, always lending a hand to those in need. Watching adults throw themselves on the ground and beat the dirt, screaming, “Why???” Read more:Daisy
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Mopping the Floor- BLOGGER STYLE 2008-04-09 07:00:00 Wordless Wednesday (with a small explanation)I have issues. Serious. Issues. I need a support group. Therapy is probably an option. I need help. This is how I mop my floor -Blogger Style: I start the water for my nightly tub soak. It's a ritual. It makes me happy. Before I dive in, I check my blog. You know, people might need me. I forget about said water flowing into tub because I am engrossed with a NEW COMMENT. I do not hear the water overflowing on the tile floor. Gallons and gallons. And, did I mention gallons? My hubby makes the discovery and screams. "AWWWWWW!! THERE'S A FLOOD!" That's when it occurs to me that he's probably talking about my bath. On the floor. Literally. He turns off the water. I'm expecting a lecture. An argument. A Read more:Floor
I've Been Replaced 2008-04-11 07:00:00 I have been replaced. My pain runs deep, people.Very deep. There's something new in my hubby's life. Something that has come between us. Do you understand the betrayal that I feel? I have always been the back scratch er. I have stopped mid-sentence to accommodate my hubby's profound itch, for years. My activities have been redirected when his cry for a good scratch was heard. I heeded the call. I married him knowing he had itchy issues. I saw past them. I manicured my nails with him in mind. It is the sole reason I keep my trim nails lengthy. Only to be replaced by a skinny, newer back scratcher? A replica of the real thing? Give me a moment to compose myself. *SNIFF* *BLOW* *WIPE* Thank you. He bought this replacement on a whim. I'm sure it w Read more:Replaced
My Pinup 2008-04-10 22:27:00 I've never been a poster kind of girl. Even as a kid, rock stars and movie studs didn't grace my walls. Just wasn't my thing. I'm not one to cut out fashion from magazines or tear out pictures of 'must haves.' Until I saw this. I now have my first pinup. Please do not tell my hubby. It's private. He wouldn't understand. Envy is green, my friends. Isn't he beautiful? This is my secret love. We've been seeing each other for awhile. I dream of the day we can be united. I love his order. His beauty. The sheer magnitude of such greatness.Every time I step into my closet, I see this: Frightening, isn't it? If you must hide your eyes from the horror, I understand. There is no pattern, no right way. It screams wrong, all day long. I long to bring order.
Sincerely 'Fro Me to You 2008-04-10 07:00:00 There is a box. It is in my house. It is large. It is full. It mocks me. Can you hear it?Yes, that is the sound of my bulging scrapbook photo box, pointing its wicked Kodak finger at me. I have good intentions. Really, I do. When I list hobbies, I put down scrap-booking. I buy the supplies. I have stickers for every significant event that has occurred in our lives for the past 10 years. Did you know they made stickers for baby's first poop and first public tantrum?I stuff my photos into that blasted box. And that’s where they sit. You know why? I’m a scrappin’ failure. It’s true. I’m a loser in the die-cutting department of life.Oh, I have good intentions. Believe you, me. I’ve bought magazines and attended classes. I own special scisso
Answers to All Your Q's: STAY FOR A GIVEAWAY! 2008-04-12 07:00:00 I think I was tagged nine-hundred and forty-eleven times this week, I thought I'd do one big I'm "IT" post. I will tag five people at the end of this giant post. Complete one or all. This is my contribution to keeping it alive. I'm feeling puny today, so it's my best. Which isn't saying much. Christine from Serenity How sent me:THE LINKS MEMEJust copy paste THIS and everything below up until my Five links:I thought it would be cool to have a meme where we post links. We can post up to five. Then we tell five more people to share their links. If we all share who tagged us, our links are sure to be seen!They can be business links, favorite sites, affiliate links, whatever you want…There are Five Rules:1. MUST be clean. No R rated sites.2. Only FIVE links.3. MUST tell 5 people
Flowers of the Field 2008-04-13 08:17:00 “So why do you worry about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin; and yet I say to you that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these." Matthew 6:27-29
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Look Who's Going to Learn to Knit: 2008-04-13 07:00:00 Here are the answers to yesterday's game:Well. I was infertile for a long time. I did play college volleyball. (I'm too sluggish to even bump the ball now, so I understand your doubt). My husband and I were church staff members. I do have a chippy paint door in my bedroom (which is lovely). I have a twin, although she's not identical (yes, I tried to trick you) and I do not have vertigo, but my head does spin around in a poltergeist-way occasionally.The Random Number Generator picked Heather@Swanky Paper. Congratulations! I hope all your knitting dreams come true.
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Loser, Loser 2008-04-15 07:00:00 I am a loser.A bon-i-fide, confirmed-one-hundred-percent L-O-S-E-R. Now, before you put your 'L' shaped fingers to your forehead and say, "Loser
-Loser" in a sing-song voice, let me clarify. I'm not the "Looooser" kind of loser. You know the ones who let their kids run bare foot thru a store, eat popcorn off the floor and hide in the clothes racks, scaring the willies out of innocent shoppers. Okay, my kids did this once. Maybe twice. But you have to go to the store and actually say to your kids, "Okay, go on, let me shop. Have a snack from the floor and oh, there's a nice lady you can scare. Now, go on and scoot," to be labeled a true "Looooser." When I say 'loser", I'm referring to my luck, or un-luck as luck would have it. My daughter made this discovery. Let me t
A Crime Investigation 2008-04-14 07:00:00 I heart garage sales. I'm mad about estate sales too. Thrift stores make my heart all-a- flutter. The smell of 'must and old' make me giddy. As a teen, I used to shop in second hand stores, for my clothes, because I wanted too. And, I don't even consider this a problem. The town I live in is too good for garage sales. The people around here don't need old things that have been used, heaven forbid. They are rich. Even if I was rich, I would still long for the grime of a good sale. They do have an annual flea market. It's their compromise to help people in less fortunate places, to come and glean from our fine things. Well. I go. Of course. Just the other day, as a matter of fact.I found some great stuff. I'm actually on home decor probation, so I shopped fo
My Rear View 2008-04-16 07:00:00 I have more than 4,000 digital photos stored on my computer. They are an unorganized mess. A disaster of enormous proportion. This makes me twitch. A lot. I set out the other day to attack this project. As I was rearranging and deleting and organizing, I kept seeing these random, headless photos. They were potshots. Interesting photos of uh, um, well, of - My booty: My bum: My hiney:My derriere: Getting the picture? When I flagged them, it made quite an assortment. I showed the photos to my husband. He smiled sheepishly. "Yeah, I did that." "W-h-y?" I asked slowly. "Well, just because I like the view. You're mine and I think you are cute." I could have just eaten him up with a spoon. Right then. My hubby of nearly 14 years, has been
Thank You 2008-04-18 07:00:00 I started blogging around six months ago. It was a whim. It was a selfish act. As a matter of fact, I didn't even open it to comments for the first 4 months. I wrote. For me. It was out of defiance, really. I filed away another rejection letter from a Publisher, turned on my computer and rebelled. Every post I wrote was an act of revenge, "Well, then, fine. I'll just publish myself."I've written about my kids and their fiasco's. My bad mommy moments have been on display. One word comes to mind: selfish. I didn't plan to allow comments. I didn't plan to meet other people. I didn't plan to be moved with compassion. I'm glad I didn't plan.And that's why I want to say thank you.In the past six months, I have traveled to Africa with Shannon and Sophie. Tears Read more:Thank
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