Category Archives: Meme

7 Things About Meme ;)


* I am the shortest member of my family (5’2″)
* I gained 60 pounds during my first pregnancy and lost it all within a year.
* I gained 40 pounds during my second pregnancy and lost 50 in 8 months.
* I have found 20 of them in the last two years.
* I am afflicted with a strange combination of OCD and ADD. ODD for short.
* I have been baptized twice (got it right the second time!)
* I have been married twice (got it right the second time!)


* The thought of never seeing my daughters again.
* Not knowing their whereabouts at any given time.
* The thought that something could happen to them and I’d have no way of knowing.
* The legacy of abuse/alcoholism/divorce being passed on to my children.
* My family’s history of health problems
* Mammograms
* Dirty old men


* Point of Grace – all
* Chris Rice – Deep Enough to Dream album, Cartoons
* Peter Penrose – debut album
* Don Williams – all
* The Eagles – most
* Norah Jones – Come Away With Me (our song)
* Vince Gill – that voice!


* Rain
* Chocolate
* Coke – the real thing or C2
* Reading
* Singing
* Laughing
* Iced tea, unsweetened


* I love my husband *sigh* (said to him)
* I married a moron. (in answer to his question, “What’s wrong with you?”)
* Dude, where’s your manners? (to Andrew)
* This is your mother, please call me back. (after the beep on the girls’ cell phones)
* Dang. I’m late for work. (nearly every morning)
* I love you. (in every conversation with my husband and kids)
* Lord, forgive me… (daily)

Great. This is the hard part. Are there even 7 people who read my blog?

Diane (Praying for a prodigal)
Dawn (Call me Grandma Dawn)
Bernadette (Texas Gal)
Paulette (My Life Shifting)
Theresa (Bullfrogs & Butterflies)
Faith (Faithful Mommy)
Yellow Mama (One Step Up From Stupid)

Okay, ladies. Now it’s your turn. Please let me know if you play along. (No pressure, of course.)



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Thursday Thirteen

Highlights from some of my favorite blogs.

1) Dawn’s prodigal son came home, and there’s a partay going on at Diane’s.

2) Mandy’s got wonderful news!

3) Barb has got some planning to do.

4) Toni is having an unusual identity crisis.

5) Diane is lauding the virtues of summer in Arkansas.

6) Yellow Mama is rejoicing that her daughter is coming home.

7) Lori’s colorful post will make you laugh… and think.

8) Grafted Branch has a fabulous wardrobe idea.

9) Boomama ponders life’s little lessons.

10) Bev is kicking clutter to the curb.

11) Lauren’s Thursday 13 icon is adorable. You may want to check out her family-friendly blogroll while you’re there.

12) Only one more day to answer the Question of the Week posed by Jules.

13) Antique Mommy is sure to make you smile.

There are so many good blogs out there that I can hardly keep up with them all. If you need me, I’ll be catching up on my reading. Enjoy your evening!


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Thursday Thirteen

Thirteen (Worst) Mother-of-the-Year Moments

In light of Toni’s post, I thought I’d highlight some of my shining moments which didn’t get me nominated for Mother of the Year.

1) My first shining moment ever was the time I sat 9-month-old Lindsey in a toddler chair to put her shoes on. As I turned and reached for the shoes, she leaned forward and bounced right out of the chair head first. She landed on the base of her walker and cut her bottom lip open. My mom and I rushed her to the emergency room where I had to hold her down while they gave her 3 stitches.

2) At a photography studio in the mall, I set Sarah’s infant carseat/carrier on a chair while I registered the girls for their sitting. Somehow it slid off and landed upside down on the floor with her in it. A trip to the emergency room confirmed that she had not hit the floor on impact and was not injured. Good thing she was buckled in!

3) I once put two-year-old Lindsey outside when I couldn’t get her to STOP! SCREAMING! The neighbors appreciated that, I’m sure. CPS never showed up.

4) The first time our pastor came to visit after we’d joined the church, I jokingly commented that we thought 4-yr-old Lindsey was possessed. He wasn’t amused.

5) I wasn’t diligent enough with the sunscreen on one all-day outing at the lake, and 3-yr-old Sarah’s shoulder BLISTERED badly.

6) I got home one afternoon to find 5-year-old Lindsey in the backyard with the dog because she was locked out of the house and didn’t have a key. I had lost track of time while shopping, and the bus beat me home. I was proud of her for thinking to hang out with the dog so he could keep her company. Smart kid.

7) I always took the girls Christmas shopping with me, and when they asked why I was putting the stuff they wanted from Santa in the buggy, I told them “I have to put it in lay-away so Santa can pick it up later.”

8) I botched the Santa vs. Jesus explanation, too. Afterwards, 7-yr-old Sarah said, “So you’re saying Santa Claus is dead?” (Way to go, Mom.)

9) They discovered that I had kept their baby teeth in a pouch in my jewelry box. I explained that the tooth fairy takes the tooth from under their pillow, leaves money, then puts the tooth under my pillow.

10) At the pool, in the deep end, where I was treading water, 9-yr-old Lindsey was perched on a floatie ring rippling the water with her fingertips. As soon as she said “Oh, this treading water… it’s so hard!” the ring suddenly flipped over. I nearly drowned from laughing so hard at the sight of her stuck upside down in the floatie. Yes, I did help her out, but I was still laughing. Hard.

11) Sarah used to whine and tattle on Lindsey for picking on her. I finally told her “Knock her out. Betcha she’ll leave you alone then.”

12) I can’t stand eyerolling. To express my disapproval of this infraction, I have said “You roll those eyes at me again, and you’ll be picking eyeballs up off the floor.” Yes, I am aware that they learned it from me.

13) On the way to school one day, Lindsey sassed me, and when I reached over to pop her in the mouth, I missed and bloodied her nose. (I really didn’t hit her that hard, honest. It was the angle at which I made contact. And I did apologize. Profusely.)

Hey, the good news is that I had to think long and hard to come up with 13, so maybe I’m getting the hang of this parenting thing after all. I should have it down pat by the time they’re grown and having kids of their own so I can tell ’em how to do it right!

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Spiritual Meme

I considered myself tagged for this because BooMama said I could.

What is your life verse?
Isaiah 40:31 – But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint. I’ve always loved this verse, although I haven’t always exactly been patient. I definitely need the reminder.

Give a bit of your testimony.
I was brought up in church, baptized at age 9 when my family joined a Southern Baptist church, and saved at the age of 14 when I realized that I hadn’t fully understood salvation the first time I walked the aisle. I was faithful and obedient for the next 4 years, then at 18 I took my eyes off Christ and looked elsewhere for fulfillment. I was a prodigal for 10 years, longing to be led back into the fold, but too ashamed to go on my own. When my husband “got religion”, we joined a Southern Baptist church near us, and although I knew without a doubt that I was my Father’s child, I still struggled with guilt over my many years of rebellion and other issues. I became the church Financial Secretary and taught Sunday school, and tried my best to be what God wanted me to be. I loved church, but I wasn’t allowed to bring it home with me. Ten years later, tired of living a lie, I ended my destructive marriage and turned my life completely over to God. He has been with me all the time, waiting for me to realize that my emptiness was a need that only He could fill, and that I didn’t have to earn His forgiveness. I now attend a United Methodist church which I am prayerfully considering joining.

Do you have a favorite preacher?
Not really. I like Adrian Rogers, and I do enjoy the sermons of Wiley Magee, a chaplain for the Louisiana State Corrections Department who spoke at my home church a few times.

What’s the best Bible study you’ve ever done?
Returning to Holiness by Dr. Gregory Frizzell. Our church had done the study in preparation for revival several years ago, but I went through it again on my own last year. Very humbling. I’m dying to do a Beth Moore study.

What do you feel is God’s calling on your life?
Right now, to be a godly example to my husband and kids as wife and mother/other mother. I went to college for a degree in Speech Pathology, but dropped out after one year and never went back. I think teaching is what I was meant to do, but not necessarily in a classroom.

I’m tagging Barb because she always tags me, and I would love to hear her story; and Mandy because she’s a new christian; and Diane because she has such a sweet spirit; and anyone else who hasn’t been tagged because I don’t want them to feel left out.


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Thursday Thirteen – Reasons I Love My Husband

Carl and I met online about 6 months before we decided to meet in person. On our first date, he felt something inside his sweater and turned up the front hem to see what it was. When I saw the safety pin, I said the first thing that popped into my head: Aww, did you lose your lunch money? The sound of his laughter was music to my ears. A year and half later, on March 10, 2004, we exchanged wedding vows at the Old Mill in North Litle Rock, Arkansas.

It’s funny that this would be the topic of today’s 13. Just yesterday, when I told him I love him, he asked, “Why?” and I said, “There is no Y in love, dear.” To be completely honest, I love him for every reason and for no reason at all. How do you narrow that down? I’ll give it a try.

1) He is extremely intelligent, but he doesn’t make me feel stupid. He challenges me to think for myself and values my opinion.

2) He is a funny, funny man, and I can make him laugh. Love that.

3) He is a handyman. He can fix just about anything and loves working with his hands. Anyone who calls on him for help knows that he will not turn them down, and he will not accept payment for odd jobs they ask him to do.

4) He is muli-talented. Art, poetry, music – his creativity astounds me. He has played the guitar professionally, both in studio and with a band. He knows every Don Williams song, and I love it when he plays and sings for me. He’s also very modest and won’t admit to being good, but trust me. He’s good.

5) He is romantic. Playing guitar and singing to me? Writing poetry for me? Most romantic man I’ve ever met. He enjoys holding hands and walking in the park, candlelight dinners, picnics, and quiet evenings at home.

6) He is thoughtful. He’s always asking “is there anything I can do for you?” He is affectionate. Hugs and kisses me all the time, touches me when he walks by.

7) He is generous to a fault. He cares nothing about material things and would rather give than receive.

8) He loves me like no other. He knows my faults and doesn’t pretend to think I’m perfect. He treats me with respect, opens the car door for me, rubs my feet, massages my shoulders. He thinks I’m beautiful and tells me so. He doesn’t expect me to do things for him that he can do for himself. He appreciates everything I do for him. I am his equal, not his servant.

9) He is a family man. He loves his kids and has a wonderful relationship with their mother. He cares very much for my kids, would do anything for them, and is waiting for them to give him a chance. He does not tolerate disrespect of their mother (or other mother) from any of the kids. Activities are kid-centered, not dad-centered.

10) He’s handsome. Rugged, but not rough. Strong, but not muscle-bound. My masculine geek (that makes him laugh).

11) He is committed. He doesn’t scope out other women. He would never set foot in a “gentleman’s club” and finds Hooters offensive. He likes my mind and my company, not just my looks (good thing, too, since they’re starting to fade.) He rarely leaves home without me.

12) He is confident. Not the least bit jealous. Not a hint of insecurity. He does not doubt my love for him, and he trusts me completely. We don’t keep secrets from each other. He doesn’t judge or accuse.

13) He accepts my family and treats my parents with respect.

For all these reasons and more, I love this man who calls me his wife.


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Friday Fourteen (because I’m too late for the Thursday 13 – big surprise, no?)

Y’all! I made a LIST! (Go me!)

Fourteen, count ’em folks, fourteen things I love about summer.

1) The bright blue sky, a warm breeze, and flowers. All the sights, smells, and sounds of summer, really. (Sweat doesn’t count.)

2) Grilling – everything tastes better grilled, with few exceptions.

3) Watermelon, as far as I know, is one exception. I’ve never had it grilled, but it’s really good chilled.

4) Picnics – if you’re gonna cook outside, ya might as well eat outside too. The 5-second rule does not apply at picnics, especially to watermelon.

5) A tall glass of iced tea. And unlimited refills. Sweetened with sugar.

6) Homemade ice cream – vanilla, with butterfinger chunks. YUM! Hand-cranked, y’all.

7) Swimming – just remember to wait an hour after eating.

8) Trips to the beach. I love to walk along the shore collecting seashells with waves lapping at my feet and sand between my toes.

9) Lounging by the pool or on the beach and getting lost in a novel. Now that’s relaxing.

10) Banana Boat tanning oil with SPF4, sundrenched complexions and bleached-out hair. And freckles. Freckles are adorable.

11) Children running around after dark chasing fireflies and playing “Ghost, ghost, are you out tonight?”

12) Camping and flyfishing at the Chatooga River. I’ve never caught anything, but I learned to cast last year. Hubby’s the fisherman.

13) Nighttime critter sounds. I like sleeping with the window open and a fan blowing if it’s not too hot outside. Like camping, only comfortable.

14) Rain. The sound and the smell of it.


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Tagged! Time Management 101

I have been tagged by Mandy to offer tips on time management. I may be more clueless than anyone in this department as I have absolutely no time management skills. I was probably born late, I’m late everywhere I go, and I’ll be late to my own funeral. (pun intended)

If I could save time in a bottle . . . I’d inadvertently misplace it or someone would knock it over and break it, then I’d have another mess to clean up – which I might get around to . . . eventually.

I’m a world-class procrastinationist. I do not own a calendar. I suck at making lists – ok, a wish list I can do, but a grocery list or a to do list? Fuhgeddaboudit.
On 2nd thought, even my wish list is pathetic. Oh, and those preprinted lists? Useless. I simply am not organized enough.

You’re wondering how I function at all, aren’t you? The answer might surprise you.

KISS = Keep It Simple, Sister

I do like to have a place for everything, and I’ll designate an area for “stuff”, but whether said “stuff” makes it to its proper place is pretty much irrelevant. Not worth fighting over, in other words.

This is not a natural born trait. My mom liked things done a certain way – and if I didn’t do it that way, she’d go behind me and redo it. Do you know how much extra work that is? She always said “If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself.” (Granted, she needs consistency and order to prevent distress, and I totally get that now, but I had no clue then.) We were a quarrelsome bunch.

My sisters are not laid back. They delegate and authoritate (sometimes rather loudly), and their kids do what they’re told, how they’re told, when they’re told. Yes, the kids are very well-behaved (much better than mine), but their moms are STRESSED OUT. It works for them, I guess, but it doesn’t work for me.

My first husband had to have things done HIS way. It wasn’t enough that I ironed, I had to do it like HE learned in the military (not the creases, mind you, the stupid procedure). He yelled and criticized a lot. Very quarrelsome.

It is better to dwell in a corner of the housetop, than with a brawling woman in a wide house.
Proverbs 21:9 is my verse to live by. If what it takes to get and keep my house organized is ranting and raving, then I’ll take that corner of the roof, thank you very much.

My advice? Decide what’s most important and do that first.
Don’t sweat the small stuff!


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