Snake, Rattle and Roll

It’s another wild day in the life of me,
Which means it’s also another crazy post.
One day last week, I did something new
It was a day with those I love most.

It was another fun day with friends and our Jeep,
Before we left, I packed us a big lunch.
As we drove to the woods where we’d spend most of our day,
I thought about how much I loved this crazy bunch.

We spent the day driving through dark green woods,
And some rocks and then, the creek,
I decided to do my best today,
To not act like a scared, crazy freak.

As we drove along the road on our way,
There was a truck stopped just ahead,
Why were they blocking and stopped in the road?
And then we saw it lying there, almost dead.

They had stopped to take care of this,
And I jumped out to get a closer look,
Yes, I almost peed down my leg,
When its head moved toward my foot.

Somehow the thing was still moving,
Despite the rock to the head,
According to some they move till sundown
And then, they’re really dead.

Less than an hour later,
Something bizarre took place,
If you have a squeamish stomach
You might want to turn your face.

Something I never thought I’d do,
And no, this one is not fake.
The fellas had beheaded it earlier,
How did I end up holding a rattlesnake?

In forty years, I had never seen one,
But within an hour, I seen two,
Even without a head, it still moved
I squealed and yelled to my crew.

Not many of our group held it,
I guess I can understand why
Still can’t believe I held that thing,
And didn’t kill over and die.

This is one Jeep outing I won’t forget
I’m crazy for goodness’ sake,
And you guys will probably always remember,
The one where Princess Julie held the snake.

Have a great Monday, y’all!

Not Topless This Time!

It has rained on and off for several days. Last night, Stevie’s game was called in the fifth inning due to lightning and we high-tailed it to the car just before the sky opened up and dumped torrential rains down on us. I was thankful that we made it home without incident because at times, the visibility was bad.

It rained on and off throughout the night. And then again, throughout the afternoon. I was sure that Alex’s baseball game would get cancelled, but with the exception of sprinkling just a teeny tiny bit, the rain stopped early in the evening. The temperature was perfect and it was a glorious evening.

I absolutely love being at the ball field. During games, I am typically in the dugout because I am the bookkeeper for Stevie’s team. Because All-Stars is a totally different ball game (see what I did there?) I get to sit in the stands, and visit with the other moms while we watch the game.

After the game was over, I was in a big way of talking (something my Granny always says when she’s in the middle of a story) laughing with some parents when my foot sank into a deep mud hole.

I knew I was going down.

.3 seconds later, my butt and right leg were buried in three inches of muddy water.

My butt cheek was bruised.

And, so was my ego.

Stevie said, “Man, I wish we could’ve gotten that on video for You Tube.”

Punk.

The ground was wet and soggy and so was I. My Crocs flip-flops did little to help the situation. I couldn’t get up because my wet feet kept sliding in my flip-flops. And there was no reason to get up because I knew there was a 98.4% chance that I would fall again.

The only thing to do was crawl out.

And laugh.

Dang, what a klutz.

As my wet feet sloshed in my wet flip-flops on the way to the car, I tried to figure out what the best course of action would be for the one minute ride home. The thought of hopping into the Jeep in these muddy ‘draws’ was more than I could bear. I knew what I had to do.

And for the first time in, well, ever… I went bottomless in the Jeep instead of topless.

Enjoy that thought and your Thursday!

What I Learned This Week

It’s Tuesday, and that means it’s time for another award-winning edition of What I Learned This Week.

Except I’ve never really won any awards. (But, there’s always a chance, right?)

Here’s what I learned this week.

1. Drew Carey is a minority owner of the Major League Soccer team Seattle Sounders.

2. No matter how many times I go Jeepin’ with McDaddy, this type of situation always make me cringe.

3. It is possible for a dancer onDancing With The Stars to bring me to tears.Amy Purdy is a true inspiration. (And Derek Hough is a talented choreographer, too!)

4. When you wear these shoes on a Jeep ride, you will stick out like a SORE FRIGGIN’ THUMB.

5. A good song makes me HAPPY.

6. Blue pants and a green jacket makes me all kinds of crazy.

7. Dinner at a Japanese restaurant is so much fun, especially when watching two young boys who have never experienced it before.

8. When you are working hard to lose weight, it will be easy to pass ona 280 calorie Little Debbie Brownie when you consider that it will take 47 minutes on the Recumbent bike to work it off.

9. Beavis and Butthead were actually the same person (voice).

10. Even after owning it for almost two years, I am still so excited to own a Saturn Sky!

Thats what I learned this week.

Now, what did YOU learn?

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Another Water Crisis

I had a great weekend.

On Friday, we accompanied my friend, Linda and her son after school and saw the Lego movie. I am not a huge fan of kid’s movies, but in my opinion, this was a really good one. We saw it in 3D and the boys loved it!

Then, on Saturday, we loaded up and headed out into the woods for an afternoon of off-roading.

We hadn’t been in the woods since we attended the Jeep Jamboreein October, so when his friend, Brian asked if he’d want to go Jeepinon Saturday, of course McDaddywas ready. Now,if you’ve spentany time at all around here, you may recall thatit has snowed almost every day for the past month. If you’re like me, it might have dawned on you that perhaps Jeepin in the dead of winter on snow-covered roads might not be the best idea.

But, we went anyway.

It was so calm in the woods, on the snow, that I remarked to McDaddy that it was a snooze-fest.

We stopped for a photo-op and then for a shortlunch (in the snow) before continuing on the trail.

When we started up again, I had a horrible headache and felt sick to my stomach. It’s possible that my turkey sandwich hadn’t had adequate time to digest before we hopped right back in the Jeep.As I fought with my stomach to keep that sandwich down, I sat back in my seat, closed my eyes and might have dozed off for a few seconds.

Next thing I knew the Jeep came to an abrupt stop and I opened my eyes to discover that we were door deep in a huge mud pit.

And no, we were not able to get out of it.

After dealing with the West Virginia water crisis the past month, the absolute last place I want to beis stuck in a big pool of muddy water.

Here’s a close-up of my right arm through the passenger side window.

Have I mentioned I am sick of this weather? And our water situation? Just look at those hugechunks of ice.

According to McDaddy, herealized it was a mud hole buthe didn’t realizejust how deep it was.

Dear Lord, help me.

My heart palpitated. Tears ran down my eyes. And I prayed.

Within minutes, McDaddy and Brian hooked a winch on to the Jeep and we were pulled out of this nonsense.

I don’t remember much more about the day because I was busy trying to get my heart rate back to an acceptable level. But here are more pictures from that day.

We also got stuck in this, too.

The result of LOTS of snow and RIDICULOUSLY cold temps, over the past month.

Even with the drama surrounding our mud-diving incident, it was a fun day with my fellas and our friends.

 

 

On Turning 40

I spent the day reflecting on my forty years of life while I cleaned and cleaned and cleaned some more. It was a snow day for our school district so the boys were home too. They enjoyed half of the day before I made them clean their rooms.

I have been dreading this day for many months. Maybe even an entire year.

FOR.

TEE.

It even sounds OLD.

And weird.

I’m not sure why this has hit me so hard. I’m not really *that* kind of person. Age has never mattered to me before this BIG one. Plus, I don’t think I look that old, despite the appearance of that stubborn wrinkle between my eyes that refuses to go away whether I’m smiling or frowning, and the gray discoloration in my hair.

As I spent the day cleaning out and organizing mostofmy cabinets, I began to reflect on my forty years of life. I received a text today from a friend asking for prayer for her dear friend who is fighting pancreatic cancer. I found out on Sunday thatmy 40-something neighboris in an ICU bed fighting for her life. If that isn’t enough to snap you out of your funk, I don’t know what is. I decided that instead of dreading this rite of passage – this 40th birthday – I should count my blessings and thank my lucky stars that I am alive, well, healthy and loved.

I have led a charmed life. I have seen and done things that most people only dream about. I don’t say that in a prideful way. Rather, I mean simply, that I have been blessed beyond measure throughout my life.

I grew up in a loving home. We weren’t rich, but we didn’t want for much, either. I had a beautiful lavender-gingham bedroom with a big, canopy bed. I have fond memories of sledding on inner tubes on snowy days, twirling my baton on our front walk for HOURS,and Sunday dinners gathered around our family table. My twin brothers and I were taught that honesty, respect, and hard-work are more important than material possessions, and my mom always told me you never dowrong and get by with it – wordsthatI find myself telling my own kids today. I enjoyed playing school orofficeon our back porch and every Christmas was magical and memorable. I thought those were the best years of my life.

I met the man of my dreams in high school, even though it took me a couple of years to figure that out. We dated all through college and I could hardly wait to marry him. I worked my way through college and attended graduate school. If I had written a thesis I would have received a Master’s Degreein Criminal Justice and Counseling. That is probably the biggest regret of my life. Still, at this stage in life I have no desire to go back or finish. Our college years were busy and fun, and I remember McDaddy and I would often hop in the car on the weekends and take a day road trip to Virginia or Kentucky. I thought those were the best years of my life.

After we were married I entered the workforce. I enjoyed the craziness in jail. Ienjoyed my job. And I appreciated doing a job that I really enjoyed doing. During this time, McDaddy and I travelled the world – having visited ten countries – romantic places like London, Paris, Switzerland and Rome – and we’ve been to 36 states. (Just last month in fact, he took me to New York City to celebrate my 40th birthday.)

Back then, McDaddy and I were foot-loose and fancy-free. If we wanted to go on a trip, we packed up, and we went.I thought those were the best years of my life.


After trading in a career for motherhood I realized that I had it all wrong. These children – these two human beings that I helped to create-arehealthy and beautiful and wonderful. Realizing that this is the most important job I would ever do, I prayed that I would get this thing right. There are days that I lose my temper. There are days that I feel like I have lost [what's left of] my mind. There are days I feel like a complete failure and I go to bed knowing that tomorrow is a new day. I am not a model mother. But I try to give it my best every day of every year. I have so much to be thankful for.

I am not a perfect wife. I am not always the best friend. I am certainly not the best Christian. I am impatient. I have strong beliefs and opinions, and oftentimes my mouth beats my brain off the starting line. God has been so good to me, even though I fail Him often. His grace and His mercy is something I will never understand.

And that, my friends, is something you can’t put a price on.

I am loved by so many people. I have wonderful parents, a husband who adores me, children who are healthy,and friends I could call on any hour of the day.

Who cares that I am FORTY years old? These are the best years of my life after all, and I don’t want to waste another second dreading it.

So here’s to my F-O-R-T-I-E-S.

May they truly be the best years of my life.