Monthly Archives: August 2013

Christmas in August


Merry Christmas!!!  Yep – that’s right… today is like Christmas, people!!!

Why, you ask?

Football season has begun!

My Gamecocks beat the Tarholes this week!

Georgia’s going to beat Clemsux tonight!

I’m on the couch with my coffee right now, watching College Gameday.

And on Sunday night, Arden, Eugene, several other players, and I have our Fantasy Football draft.

It doesn’t get any better than this!

So find yourself a comfortable spot on your couch (or a barstool), get yourself a nice cold beer, turn the TV up, and cheer for your team!!

Merry Christmas!

Source: Chicago Reader

Source: Chicago Reader

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Another Award? For Me?


I admit it – I have been slacking on my award posts.  Now please know that this does not mean that I’m not super grateful.  I most certainly am.

Akshita, from The Writer’s Nest was amazingly kind to me and nominated me for The Wonderful Team Member Readership Award, which I was really excited about because I’ve never been given this one.

Here are the rules:

1. Display the logo on your blog.

2. Nominate 14 readers you appreciate over a period of seven days, all at once or little by little.  Don’t forget to link to their blogs and tell them they’ve been nominated!

Here are 14 of the readers I appreciate:

1. Twinkle Toes and Ninja Boy – The future POTUS?  Definitely a possibility…

2. WAITING ON A WORD – I’d say she really likes to write!  And I’m glad!

3. Topic Spill – Two kids?  Loves football?  A crush on Tim Tebow?  Yes, yes, and yes!!!

4. Live2EatEat2Live Blog – Seeing as I am a lover of food myself, I appreciate The Mouse tremendously!

5. msCandaceMarie – I still just love her beautiful little family!

6. Luminous Blue – I still have not run across a blog with a more beautiful – and heartbreaking – back story.

7. mutteringheart – As you all know, God and music are what keep me going, too.

8. Tails from Paris – Always a guaranteed smile.

9. Valley Girl Gone Country – I swear she and I are kindred spirits.

10. Where Words Fail… – She’s stuck between staying young and becoming an adult – I can appreciate that in my denial of finally reaching my 30s!

11. Lisa Johnson Sawyer – She grew up with a strict disciplinarian mom, too.  (That takes a special person, people!)

12. Carmela Snelbaker– She takes on many important roles: mom, grandma, and author.

13. Cowboys and Crossbones – My bucket list now includes hanging out with her… You know she must be cool!

14. IASoupMama – Smart.  Funny.  Sarcastic.  Busy.  Boy, can I appreciate her!

Congrats to all these amazing bloggers – You inspire me!!!

Thank you again, Akshita!


Please Excuse Me While I Climb Up On My Soapbox


What the hell is wrong with our society?

An innocent jogger murdered in cold blood by a few bored teenagers?

(Let’s see how bored they are as they’re being butt-f*cked in prison…)

A World War II veteran beaten to death by two teenage thugs?

A 20 year old shooting an AK-47 at a Georgia elementary school?

Please, someone, tell me what the heck is wrong with today’s youth!!! Oh wait, I think I have a good idea….

We can no longer give our kids a good, old-fashioned ass-whoopin’ as was acceptable back-in-the-day.  And before you freak out – NO – I don’t mean a beating.  I mean a spanking.  Yes, there is a big difference, in case you weren’t already aware of that.

I remember once when I was about 16, I was a complete snotty little B and told my mom that I hated her.  Loooord, child – She backhanded me across the mouth one good time, and I swear to you – I never uttered those words to her again.  Ever.  And no, I didn’t think she was the worst parent ever for it.  I learned to respect her because of it.

We have got to keep control of our children, or they’ll turn out to be exactly like the idiots mentioned in the stories above.  We wonder what’s wrong with our country.  Well there you have it.

We have kids who get in trouble in school for being disrespectful morons, yet their parents are the first ones in the principal’s office raising hell because their bad-ass kid got in trouble for a perfectly legitimate reason.

Source: Mamamia

Source: Mamamia

Even the father of one of the hoodlum thugs who shot the jogger refuses to believe his son could have done something so horrendous, even though the kid showed absolutely no emotion in Court, nor did he claim to be not guilty.  Um, hello?!  Your kid is a murderer!  And he deserves to be punished!

It used to bug the crap out of me that first person to come to my ex’s rescue every time he was arrested for domestic abuse of not only me, but several previous girlfriends and my kids, was one of his family members.  He deserved to be arrested.  How is it ever okay to bail him out of jail immediately and then blame the victim for “making him angry” and “pushing his buttons”?

And yet we wonder why our society is so screwed up?

Source: Business Pundit

Source: Business Pundit

People, please don’t misunderstand me – I am NOT saying to go and beat the crap out of your kids.  There is a big difference between abuse and spanking/corporal punishment.  Do NOT beat your kids.  Do NOT abuse your kids.  But yes, today’s kids need to be spanked just as much as we did when we were growing up.  Look at us – we’re okay.  We’re all pretty decent people.  We’re not murderers or rapists or kidnappers or sex offenders.  We’re just bloggers.

On a side note – Please join me in praying for the families of these victims.  It’s a sad, sad world in which we live.


Beautiful advice from a divorced man after 16 years of marriage


This is the best marriage advice I’ve seen in a long time. Thank you for the advice, Gerald Rogers, and thank you for posting, Love Story from the Male Perspective.

love story from the male perspective

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Best Friends: A Promise, Not a Label


I graduated from high school 14 years ago.  Yikes!  When I actually see that number, I freak out a little.  Anyway, other than for a few hours during my ten-year high school reunion, I haven’t really seen any of my high school girlfriends. 

Thanks to Facebook and other social media outlets, we all have a generally decent idea of how many kids everyone has, how often they poop, and what they eat for dinner, so there’s really not a major need to schedule complex get-togethers to catch up anymore.  And, let’s face it – Other than for a few select friends, we really don’t give a damn what those people are doing now.  If I hated you in high school, I still probably hate you today.

On rare occasions, however, we may share a special connection with one or two of those old school friends.  That’s been the case for me, and I was reminded of that connection yesterday. 

I got a Facebook message from one of my best girlfriends from high school.  The tone of her message was sad, lonely even, and I noticed that it certainly didn’t correspond with her happy, upbeat public statuses and photos.  I could tell that she was hurting and that she needed to know that she wasn’t alone in what she’s been going through. 

Sadly, she is going through a rough patch in her life, much like the one I went through several years ago.  Having never experienced something like this before, it can be extremely overwhelming to have to deal with on your own.  I was thankful that, despite the pain I went through, I was able to relate to her situation and give her some words of advice and encouragement.

What amazed me more than being able to relate to what she’s going through, however, was the fact that even though we haven’t seen each other in years and don’t communicate much other than through Facebook, we were able to relate and communicate like we were best friends again.  I felt a connection to her that no amount of years of growing up could destroy.  For the several minutes we relayed messages back and forth, we were high school best friends again. 

Women amaze me.  My girlfriends amaze me.  Any amount of time can pass, even with little to no interaction between us, and yet we can pick up right where we left off.  We can provide strength for each other in such an amazing way, that superfluous words aren’t even needed.  We don’t need to apologize for having been crappy friends and losing contact.  We don’t need the formalities or pleasantries.  We can just TALK and SHARE and VENT!  The understanding between women is a bond that will never be broken, regardless of the number of years that have passed or the beat-downs that life has put on us.  Friendships (and I mean the genuine ones) between women are unbreakable. 

I am so thankful that I was able to connect with this particular girlfriend after so many years, and it was like we had just talked the day before.  I have a handful of high school girlfriends whom I feel like I could do this with, and I’m forever grateful for them.  They have been blessings to me, and I hope that one day I can return the favor to each of them.  I love you, ladies.


Losing My Identity


At one time, I was Teen Mom to a beautiful, brown-eyed, curly haired little boy.  He changed my whole world and showed me a love that I didn’t know existed inside my young, calloused heart.  He constantly wanted to be in my arms, which was quite okay with me.

Then, I was New Mom to a second precious, brown-eyed little boy.  How my heart didn’t explode from an overflowing love, I’ll never know.  He, too, wanted nothing more than to snuggle on my chest and would cry when I put him down.

I soon became Mommy to these two rambunctious balls of energy.  In fact, that was every other word out of their mouths.  Oh, how they needed me for everything – pouring cereal, tying shoes, reaching the top shelf in their closets to pull down their favorite teddy bears.

Then, as they started school, I was Momma.  But even with my change of title, they still needed me.  At this point, they were impressed with my knowledge of times tables and the water cycle.  They were both so proud to show me off to their friends as they held my hand tightly down the hallway to their classrooms.

Only a few years later, I got another title change to Mom.  I may have still been able to help with homework, but other than that, my knowledge base started to decrease.  I became much like a banker, wherein I was really only needed to fund whatever outing was planned without me.  At least I still got hugs and kisses after our bedtime prayers.

Now, as my youngest brown-eyed baby enters middle school, my label has been shortened to only Ma.  I’m not allowed in the school anymore, except for awards ceremonies and conferences.  I know that tomorrow, as I drop them off outside the school doors for the start of another school year, I’ll be lucky to even get a sideways glance, much less that hug or kiss that keeps me going.

Photo by Leslie Dobbe Photography

Photo by Leslie Dobbe Photography

Who will I be now?  Who am I if I’m not needed anymore?  What is left of me?

As I slowly lose my boys to life, I realize that I’m also losing myself.

 


Days With Daddy


This post was written for The Daily Post’s Weekly Writing Challenge, based on this image:

Mom pulls up to the rusty yellow carousel outside the convenience store and lets her get out of the car to wait.  She leaves her backpack in the trunk for now.  Today is her favorite day of the week, but not only because it’s Friday – because she gets to see her daddy today.  She always knows when it’s Friday because she gets to ride the frog with the silly hat and the giraffe and the tiger with the pointy tail while she waits for him.

But today she doesn’t really feel like spinning on the funny circus animals.  She just wants to see her dad.  She wishes he would hurry up and get there already.  She always has to wait for him.  He works too much, she thinks, as she waits eagerly on the edge of the carousel.  Her hands grip the peeling paint of the ride as she begins to count.

Counting the seconds becomes more difficult for her once she reaches fifty, so she starts to hum her favorite song instead.  Maybe he’ll get there before she finishes the song.  Not quite.  As she finishes her second time through, she finally gives in and climbs on the frog with the silly hat.

As the animals begin to turn, she allows herself to get lost in the memories of her mom and daddy when they still loved each other.  Every Saturday, they would walk, swinging her between them, to the park, where she would ride a carousel almost just like this one.  She would giggle and giggle as daddy pushed her around and around, all the blues and yellows and reds mixing into a single swoosh of purple.

During these last several Saturdays, though, mommy hasn’t been there to watch daddy push her.  Instead, daddy meets them at the rusty yellow carousel at the convenience store and picks her up to spend the weekend with him at his new house.  The little one with the old shaggy green carpet.  Her room there doesn’t have her pretty pink pillows with the yellow lace around the outside.  She misses her pillows.

She continues to spin, now on the bunny with the big red ears, as she thinks about all the things she misses when she is at daddy’s.  She misses her teddy bears and her doll babies and her mommy.  She misses her mommy the most when she is at daddy’s on the weekends.

Her memories blur, mixing with her tears and the spinning landscape around her, as she hears his car pull up.  She hears her mom open the trunk to get her purple backpack out.  She knows it’s time to get off the carousel and start her weekend with daddy.  She starts to cry harder, but she can’t figure out why.  She loves her daddy more than anyone in the world.

Why in the world is she crying when it’s finally time to go have fun with him for the weekend?  For two whole days, she would get to stay up late, eat as much ice cream as her tummy can handle, and spin around and around on the carousel at the park.  Why was she so sad?

That’s when she looks up and sees mommy with her arms out, ready for a hug.  Mommy!  She would miss her mom!  She wishes and wishes she could come, too.  She wants so badly for mommy and daddy to walk her to the park again and to put her on the pink elephant and push her into complete dizziness.

Why don’t they love each other anymore?  Is it her fault?  Was she a bad girl?  Was it something she did?  As mommy buckles her in daddy’s car and gives her a big kiss on her cheek, she is afraid she may never know.


Ode to the Cocks


Sweet Caroline…
Sandstorm…
Oh Cocks, my Cocks.

Clowney…
Ellington…
Oh Cocks, my Cocks.

Willie B…
Columbia…
Oh Cocks, my Cocks.

Mangus…
Spurrier…
Oh Cocks, my Cocks.

Wings…
Beer…
Oh Cocks, my Cocks.

Cocky…
Sir Big Spur…
Oh Cocks, my Cocks.

Cocky cloth…
Pigskin…
Oh Cocks, my Cocks.

Shaw…
Thompson…
Oh Cocks, my Cocks.

Ten days…
Real Carolina…
Oh Cocks, my Cocks.

Beat Georgia…
Again…
Oh Cocks, my Cocks.

Clemson…
Who?
Oh Cocks, my Cocks.

SEC…
National champs…
Oh Cocks, my Cocks.

 

 


Daily Prompt: On the Edge


Today’s Daily Prompt:

We all have things as need to do to keep an even keel — blogging, exercising, reading, cooking. What’s yours?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us ACTIVITY.

 

Most of you probably already know that the one activity that I need in my life is photography.  Being behind the camera enables me to stop time, if even for only an instant.  It also enables me to capture raw beauty and to show others things that may have never otherwise been noticed.

Can you find the beauty in these photos of things that may usually just seem like ordinary items or people?


Weekly Photo Challenge: Carefree


This week’s photo challenge:

In a new post specifically for this challenge, share a photo that means CAREFREE to you!

Photo by Alicia Benton Photography

Photo by Alicia Benton Photography

This photo was taken in St. Croix, where the beaches are beautiful, the water is bright blue, the rum is cold, and the people are hot.  There is nowhere in the world Eugene and I would rather be.  Life doesn’t get more carefree than when you’re enjoying the sights, sounds, and smells of St. Croix – heaven on Earth.


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