What the Fuck World?

Lately, I see things, or hear things… and all I can think is, WTF world? The stupidity, the lameness, the lack of any emotional response at all, is rampant. It’s a fat kid with a big stack of pancakes and two gallons of syrup, artery clogging mess. And we just keep swallowing. And swallowing.

So ISIS has two Japanese kids that they want 200 million dollars for, from Tokyo or they are going to shoot them in the head. In Missouri a 5-year-old just shot his 9 month old little brother in the head with a 22. Paris wants to sue Fox News. Seth Rogan compares American Sniper to Nazi Germany. WTF WORLD?

Walking through the grocery store, listening to kids argue with their parents, watching their parents on the phone… playing games, checking Facebook, doing anything except dealing with that banshee of a child.

Scan through my kid’s friends on their phones and iPods, listen to the stories of high school drugs, sex, and craziness. Kids showing up to class on meth. Teachers and schools have padded the grading scale to the point that failure is damn near impossible. We will just dump these idiot children out into society at 18. Kids that thought they actually did pass school, because they did pull D’s, after their teacher gave them extra credit for the 27th time and forced them to do it. Which by the way, the extra credit assignment was simply signing a piece of paper, worth 200 point test grade.  WTF WORLD??

Entitlement. Oh dear Lord the entitlement. It’s vomit worthy. It’s nauseating.

I can’t stand the thought that tonight is another President Speech. No one cares. What the talking head says never seems to pan out. Change. Togetherness. Blah blah blah. Exhausting. Disgusting. Entitled. Sick of listening. Turn it off. Go play with my kids. Wait for the rapture. Or the zombies. Whatever, whichever. However. WTF world???

It’s 1991

I just found a journal entry from a year or so ago… thought I would share….

It’s 1991. The address is 1991 as well, mom says it’s a sign. My brother, sister and I are running through the brush and shredding our legs on wild blackberry bushes. My 3 year old sister is easily distracted by the fruit, her hands and face already stained a brilliant purple. My brother is running from tree to tree, examining them for possible fort locations.

My parents are standing on the red dirt road watching us play on the land that will soon be our yard. They’re hugging, giggling, and daydreaming outloud.

“We can put the mailbox here,” she gleams.

“And Christmas lights in all of these trees,” he follows.

They’re in their own world. A world sparkling with possibility. As the year floats by; the land is cleared, a well is dug, water pipes lain, power trenches dug, septic tank installed, all by our hands. They would laugh and instruct us, as we helped by carrying our little sand buckets of dirt and gravel.

“One day this yard will be nothing but grass, you’ll be able to run barefoot,” she would say. Us kids would make cuckoo expressions behind her back when she would talk about the imaginary grass.

As the days continued to pass, I would watch from the kitchen window of the trailer as I did the dishes. She would work the soil, spread the seeds, water, and grow. She brought life to the yard. Planting, pruning, growing. The same was happening inside the house…..

that was it, the end of a rambling journal entry… but I loved it. Wanted to share!

Teenagers- The Monsters in My House


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thCAXOHQVNThere are these moments when your children are small, when they throw tantrums or vomit down the front of your white pantsuit… that you simply forgive and forget. The reason you do this is because 20 minutes later, that same day, their cheeks look like cherubs, they snuggle in your lap and tell you how much they love you, or they fall asleep and look like sunshine breaking through on a cloudy day. My point… little kids have a way of being beautiful after they’ve been monsters. So you keep loving them. You keep feeding them. You keep allowing them oxygen.

But, the darndest thing happens. The monsters just keep getting bigger. One morning you wake-up to find that a full-fledged teenager has rolled out of bed in your child’s room. No more cherub cheeks. No more sunshine. Nope. They’re always cloudy. They walk through the day with a rain cloud above their head and at any given time they can call lightning down to strike you where you stand if you happen to disagree with them, don’t hand them food, or dare I even whisper…. ask them to wash a cup.

thCAXX6GUXYour natural instinct is to run from these beasts. To arm yourself with kitchen knives and a helmet. To sleep with your door locked, naturally wild beasts are nocturnal. They’ve lost their means to communicate, becoming grunting, glaring, eye-rolling zombies of the sweet angelic faces you can vaguely remember from their youth. From somewhere in the back of your mind, the words to an old song you know comes forth and smacks you with the truth, “You can check out anytime you like, but you can never leave….” oh dear Lord. I’m trapped.

I tiptoe through the house, daring wake the monsters. Let them sleep. Or meditate. Or whatever it is they are doing while they float 6 feet above their bed, pentagrams drawn on the floor. I have clean laundry. Dare I knock? I stand and throw it toward their bed, they’ll never notice anyway, as it mixes with the clean/dirty laundry already there.

I need a hero.

Outlander the Book and the Show


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claireSince I began reading Outlander a few weeks ago; my brain has been wrapped around the characters, my mouth has been pouring out words like “Aye” and “Lassie”, my dreams have been filled with plush green rolling hills, castle stone, and cinnamon colored hair.

claire2Aye. I’ve fallen madly in love. Not just with Jaime Fraser, but with Scotland and 18th century history. I find my ears longing for the celtic song that plays during the beginning of the show and the dialect of the actors. Sometimes I can’t even make out exactly what they are saying, but I know that I want them to say it again and closer to my ear.

jamie2The love affair I’ve begun, I didn’t know was possible. I spent a few years living in England in my early 20s, and really was mildly impressed. When I consider more travel to Europe, I dream of Paris, Greece, and Italy. But not so any longer. Scotland has entranced me. Tangled me in a language of love and sat me down in the middle of war between clan and crown and I can never seem to get back to my book fast enough!

jamie3Claire is a fabulous female lead, she’s sturdy and stubborn. She loves without abandon and her faith in her ability to run headlong into trouble to save those she loves is such a breathe of fresh air compared to most female lead characters.


bothWhat a dream he is. Not in the typical, oh he’s gorgeous ways… (which of course he is) but he’s humble, soft, rough, stubborn. He’s a man in every aspect a woman could possibly want a man. One minute you want to shake him violently and the next you know exactly why she’s tangled up beside him.

I cannot wait to get home and read some more. I haven’t loved a book this much in a long, long time.

When Everything is Right


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Hailey and I during half-time, I may have coaxed a picture out of here by withholding her snack money. Teenagers are slightly overrated.

Hailey and I during half-time, I may have coaxed a picture out of here by withholding her snack money. Teenagers are slightly overrated.

I catch these little glimpses of a messy perfection every once in awhile. Amung the crazy and the hectic, hides these days that breathe life back into my soul. This past weekend was one of those times. Friday night was Ryan’s homecoming football game, and Hailey’s middle school band was able to perform with the High School. The football game landed on one of those perfect southern Alabama nights. The air was chilly but not cold, fall colors setting in the sky, air thick with the scent of grilled hamburgers and cotton candy. My mom was able to join us for the game, and I have to admit, having family around me to do these functions with, really brings out the best in me. I would not have been able to handle 2 weeks with Russell out

Me, Mom, Ryan... in that order! Cheering for Hazel Green!!

Me, Mom, Ryan… in that order! Cheering for Hazel Green!!

of town, without them here to help with all the kids extra curricular activities. They also know exactly when I need a break from the crazy. After the football game I had to high tail it to the airport to pick Russell up, and let me tell you… it was definitely time for him to come home. I have to tip my hat to families that are making it work with parents that travel all the time. I was ready to pull my hair out!

 But like they say, “There’s no rest for the weary,” we were up and at it 0430 Saturday morning, headed to a soccer tournament in Nashville. I don’t know how they do it in the PRO world… but it is pretty hard to amp up a soccer star before the sun is up. Before breakfast. She was quickly back asleep in the car for the 2 hour ride to the field. Our girls were defeated Saturday, but not without playing their hearts out. They gave it their best, but these teams we have been playing mean serious business. These girls are brutal! After being destroyed on the soccer field, we were able to go spend some family time in Nashville, did some shopping, eating, football watching and finally some much needed resting. The weekend was great, the time flew bye, and all too quickly it is Monday. Here are some pics from the weekend, I hope your short break was as wonderful as ours! -Cheers!


Hailey performing with the HGHS band Friday night!

Hailey performing with the HGHS band Friday night!


The girls "running" from the bear at Bass Pro Shop Saturday night!

The girls “running” from the bear at Bass Pro Shop Saturday night!

My nephew, too cute not to include! These t-ball games are the best thing in the world to watch! If you're ever having a bad day, go watch a game of t-ball!

My nephew, too cute not to include! These t-ball games are the best thing in the world to watch! If you’re ever having a bad day, go watch a game of t-ball!

I am so glad he's home!

I am so glad he’s home!

Dinner and football!

Dinner and football!

Ryan and Russell bonding on our way into Dave and Busters.

Ryan and Russell bonding on our way into Dave and Busters.

Shopping for Hailey's Homecoming Dress Saturday. Would you believe we actually bought the very first dress she tried on? That had to be a fluke.

Shopping for Hailey’s Homecoming Dress Saturday. Would you believe we actually bought the very first dress she tried on? That had to be a fluke.


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