28 August 2011

a turn

Somewhere along the way, life took a turn.  I really can't pinpoint it, but I can say for sure that it indeed happened.  It's funny, isn't it?  And by "funny," I mean crazy and scary or just plain ole sad. 

I'm not even sure it was just one turn.  And I don't think that first turn was even that noticeable.  Like I said, I really can't pinpoint it.  But quickly enough, it seemed I was no longer walking the same path.  My quiet, pleasant drive through the country turned into a roller coaster ride that mostly wanted to jump the tracks and keep me hanging on for dear life.

And it still hasn't come to an end.  Hasn't even slowed.  Well, that's not exactly true.  Sometimes it slows for a bit only to hit a curve or a hill that takes my breath away. 

Most days, I love roller coasters.  I'm buckled in and my sunglasses are safely stowed away.  I really love the ones in the dark and the ones that go upside down or backwards.  I laugh and holler and hold my hands over my head.  I don't even feel like I need to hold on cause I'm buckled in.  It's holding me in.  Keeping me safe.

This roller coaster of my life isn't quite the same.  In fact, it's crazy.  And scary.  Or just plain ole sad.  Some days I feel like I'm completely in the dark and everything is upside down and I'm pretty sure there's nothing holding me in.  And my sunglasses are long gone.

Thankfully, I'm not alone.  I don't have to do this by myself.  In fact, I can't do this by myself.  I don't know that I'll ever understand why, but my God rides this coaster with me.  He's holding me in. 

"And this I call to mind and therefore I have hope:
Because of the Lord's great love we are not consumed,
for His compassions never fail.
They are new every morning;
great is Your faithfulness.
I say to myself, "The Lord is my portion;
therefore I will wait for Him."
Lamentations 3: 21-24

23 June 2010

here's what happened tonight

Summer is all about fun, right?  See, I thought it would be fun to have a pancake supper kinda thingy in Route 56 tonight.  Preteens love it when I bring food. 

So, I'm thinking if we have two griddles going at the same time, we oughta be able to pop them out pretty quickly.  BB let me borrow her griddle cause I only have one.  I also got the VISA from BB and went to the grocery.  I bought butter & syrup, chocolate chips, strawberries, blueberries and whipped topping.  And of course, milk, eggs and a box of Bisquick.  And a big ole jug of Sunny D.  Junebug doesn't drink Sunny D, but the kids do.  Junebug drinks milk with her pancakes.  Of course.

Preteens have their own spot at our church.  It's Portable F.  Route 56.  I refer to it as "my portable."  Seriously.  Anyway, I went to my portable with all my stuff and arranged it nicely on the table.  It was all set up in a row kinda thingy where it would be easy for the kids to design their pancake supper.  I got an extension cord out of the resource room and plugged both the griddles into it...cause the wall plug was just a bit too far away from the table.  I, then, proceeded to turn the griddles on.  They both came on for just a second and then went right back off again.  Along with the rest of the power in half my portable. 

I assumed I'd thrown a breaker (or whatever the right words to describe that would be) and immediately decide to call Mrs. Linda.  She's in charge of all the stuff like that.  After she explained to me that you can't plug two griddles into one outlet in my portable (who knew?), she told me where the breaker box is so that I could start flipping.  I flipped for awhile before Mrs. Linda got there.  The lights came on...and went back off again.  And the air conditioner went off. 

Mrs. Linda got there and looked around.  She finally got the lights to come back on and stay on.  No such luck with the air conditioner.  Earl came over and looked at it, too.  He couldn't do anything.  I think there may be something wrong with it.  And I'm pretty sure it's not my fault.  Can't be my fault.  All I was doing was trying to make pancakes in my own portable for my own preteens.  Also, I'm hoping they have it fixed before Sunday morning. 

Anyway, we put one griddle on the other side of the room.  On it's very own table.  Amanda flipped those pancakes while I flipped the ones on the original table.  The kids used nearly a whole bottle of syrup and drank almost every drop of that Sunny D.  All the strawberries and blueberries are gone, too.  I ate two pancakes with butter and syrup and half a chocolate chip one.  I also ate a whole bunch of strawberries and blueberries.  They are best when you eat a couple of blueberries and a half a strawberry at the same time. 

I was telling this story to my friend and she said she was just glad I didn't start a fire.  That woulda been really bad.  So, I guess all's well that ends well.  I just really hope they get that air conditioner fixed before Sunday morning.  Otherwise, I may have to trade portables with BB. 

another list of 10

1.  I've written five blog stories tonight.  Haven't felt good about actually posting a single one of them.

2.  One of them was about you.

3.  JMatt got his hair cut tonight.  Everyone, please rejoice with me. 

4.  I'm using a Larry-Boy bookmark.  It makes me smile.

5.  My purse is filled with gum and candy.  I had to remove the Cool Lemon Ice Cubes cause they were spilling out.  I'm chewing them anyway.

6.  When the laundry is done, all the underwear and socks won't fit in the drawers.  It's cause sometimes I go to WalMart and buy new ones instead of actually doing the laundry.

7.  We are going to Disney World in July.  We go about every nine months these days.  Beej's family is going with us this time.  It's gonna be HOT, but I'm gonna have fun anyway. 

8.  I now have about 30 boxes of Fruit Crisps in my cabinet.  More strawberry than blueberry.  I wish it was just the opposite.

9.  There's a dish of peanut M&M's over there on the piano.  I wish somebody would make them go away.

10.  I can't think of anything else.

18 November 2009

i think i may have made a mistake

See, I say "I think," because I usually don't make mistakes.  Prolly, this won't end up being a mistake but I'd rather be safe than sorry, you know. 

Here's what I did.  I agreed to go to the midnight showing of New Moon tomorrow night.  Friday morning, actually.  A month ago, this wouldn't have been a big deal.  A month ago, I could stay up till way later than midnight and not worry about it.  A month ago, I wasn't going to bed at 11ish every night.  Now, if I'm not in bed by 11:30, my hearts starts beating really fast.  Now, if I'm not in bed by 11:30, I start feeling guilty.  Don't ask me to explain it, cause I can't.  It just is. 

Don't misunderstand.  I want to see New Moon.  In fact, I am very excited about seeing it.  I really loved the books and will prolly re-read them someday.  I think vampires are really, really cool.  Seriously.  Refrain from judging me here, okay?  Thanks.  Also, I think it will be fun to go see it with this big bunch of girls, not the least of which is MPB's Mama

I thought about offering my ticket to someone else, but I figure if I don't go at midnight with these girls, I won't go at all.  Funandone certainly won't go see it with me.  I don't think I have any other friends who have read the books, so I can't count on anyone else to go at an earlier time on a later date.  KD saw the first one, Twilight, with me and she has since left the country.  So she's prolly out, huh?  I think the Beej would prolly watch it with me, but I don't think I can talk her into driving over here just for a movie.  In fact, she wouldn't go see a movie with me the last time we were together, so I'm guessing no on this one, too.

Also, Funandone says since I committed myself to the ticket and I have to pay the 8 bucks or whatever, I have to go.  He thinks I should just take several Coca-Cola's in my purse to help keep me awake. 

I'll let you know how it goes.

11 November 2009

build me up

Also, today's song is in honor of BB.

Just so you know.

this time of year

There are many reasons to love this time of year. Cool breezes. College football. Colorful leaves. Speaking of leaves...the most beautiful place is right off the Trace. Take the Ridgeland exit headed to Rice Road...and then just pull over. You will find yourself totally surrounded by trees. Trees with all kinds of colors of leaves. And if you time it just right, some of those leaves may be falling. Like rain. And that, my friends, is the most beautiful place to be. Not even kidding.

Another reason to love this time of year is Candy Corn. I've already told you about my somewhat unhealthy addiction to Candy Corn -->here<--. I always start buying Candy Corn early in the season when it is fresh. There's just nothing like it. I promise. Sometimes you get Candy Corn on Halloween, but mostly you get chocolate stuff. Not that I have anything against chocolate, mind you.

The other thing you DO get on Halloween is Smarties. I'm not really sure that my friends even realize how much I love Smarties. My mama buys them for a couple of the grandkids, but never me. I don't blame her, tho, cause she just doesn't know. Anyway, my favorites are the orange ones. They kinda taste a little bit like those orange baby aspirin my mama used to give me when I was little. Sometimes, I would sneak those things. Not for the medicinal effects, tho. Just for that orange taste. Good stuff.

We have Fall Festival at our church every year on Halloween. We have space jumps and hayrides and cake walks and games and stuff. We give out candy. Every year we try to be careful giving out candy cause we don't want to run out. Every year we end up with candy left over and end up dividing out between whoever. This year, when the festivities were over, I went looking for my children and this is what I found.


Technically, only one of these girls belongs to me, but they were all stealing candy, nonetheless. I realize I shouldn't encourage stealing but it was left over and it was Halloween, right?! Anyway, LouLou (the one in the middle) scored a whole buncha Smarties. Yay!! So, here's what I've been doing almost daily since the Fall Festival.



Notice the orange ones around the perimeter. They are my favorites and I eat them last. Usually, I eat all the greens together and all the yellows together and so on. Sometimes, tho, I mix the pinks with the whites. Doing this causes the pinks to taste better.

Well, it's 11:07pm by my clock so I've gotta go. I have a new bedtime rule that is really working. I'll tell you about it tomorrow. Or the next day. Or sometime.


01 November 2009

crimson and red are NOT the same color

Once upon a time, Junebug lived in another state. And by "once upon a time," I mean the impressionable years. And by "impressionable years," I mean the years in which I became alot of who I am today. Also, when I say I "lived in another state," I mean I lived in a state where college football was life. SEC football. In this state, you picked sides. Even if you didn't care about football, you picked. Auburn or Alabama. One or the other. And where I lived, most people were Crimson. Most people lived and died on whatever came out of the mouth of Paul "Bear" Bryant. He was a winner. It was easy to go for Alabama. It was fun to go for Alabama. Alabama was a powerhouse. Everything was houndstooth, crimson and Roll Tide Roll. I remember this really great long sleeve tshirt that I got when the Bear won number 315. As a side note, that 1982 win came in a game over Auburn itself, I think. I forget what I was gonna say about that tshirt...no matter. That's enough background info.

Many years have passed since Junebug lived in another state. Junebug moved back to the state, and city for that matter, of her birth. This, too, is a state where you pick sides. I don't know if it's quite as intense, but it's definitely difficult. SEC football rivalries are serious business. Anyway, upon my return, I was forced to choose sides. I chose Ole Miss...for many reasons. I mean, why in the world would anyone choose MS State?? I, of course, went to a small Christian college but dated an Ole Miss student. He took me to all the home games and my love for the Rebels (and the Ole Miss student) quickly intensified.

So, before I go any further, do you see my dilemma? Do you have any idea of the position I put myself in? See, it's not just in-state rivalries. Those things cross state lines. People from Ole Miss do not like people from the University of Alabama. I could give you all kinds of reasons and tell you a whole buncha stories but I won't. Just trust me. For awhile, everything was okay. I think it was mostly because my relationship with the Ole Miss student was new...still kinda fresh. I think he forgave my love for Crimson out of his love for me. But, I eventually married that Ole Miss student and my Crimson began to take its toll. When Alabama beat Ole Miss, it somehow became my fault. I've blogged about this before -->here<--. Read it if you want.

Now, we have a 14 year old son. A 14 year old Rebel. Honestly, I think there may be a big possibility that he loves the Rebels more than his daddy does. And he is not at all jaded. He hasn't gone through a jillion years of ups and downs with the Rebels. He believes the best of his Rebels and that, my friends, is contagious. It's easy to go for a powerhouse. It's easy to cheer for a team that figures out a way to win. Every time. It's a little more difficult to go through the trials with a team that doesn't always get a break. A team that isn't a legacy.

So, living in the house with the two of them has caused my Ole Miss blood to run a little thicker. The 14 year old wears an Ole Miss tshirt (or sweatshirt) almost every day of his life. He is constantly reading and/or researching the Rebels. He even has an "Ole Miss room." The Ole Miss student decided to take all 4 of us to every single home game this season. They were seriously pumped about the possibilities of this season. And if you know anything at all, you know the Rebels have not exactly lived up to expectations. I think it's ridiculous to rank a team like Ole Miss so high after one season of promise. I think they set us up to fall. I really think that. And it makes me really mad.

This is not at all where I intended this blog post to end up. I had a totally different direction in mind, but I didn't go there. If you've indeed read this far, you may even think there is no point. Even though that isn't true, I'm not gonna try to convince you otherwise. I am gonna go to bed.

Just do this for me...
BACK OFF my Rebels.

Kthx.