An Anti-Bug

Let’s start the day and week off right.

I am blessed.

I have a husband who loves me. And he cooks. And he runs the kids around. He will keep our son with him just to spend some time with him or do something fun. Did I mention that he also changes diapers?

I am blessed.

I have two beautiful and healthy children. They are my light and my joy – even if I do have to get up all night and catch every little bug they bring home. My son who remembers to say his “God Blesses” and include the lady who takes his pictures. My daughter who will say over and over…. MA MA MA MA MA!

I am blessed.

I have parents and parents-in-law who love us and our children. They will help play with and entertain the kids while David and I get things done around the house, or just get away to do something fun for ourselves. Parents who help us do projects around our house – usually consisting of moving furniture.

I am blessed.

I have daycare providers who adore my kids. Someone that Anna Kathryn clings to when I wave good-bye. She is secure. She is loved. When I arrive in the morning, all the kids who are there ask where Jake is. He’s a popular kid! ;) Jake can also take computer classes and dance classes. They are in a good environment and I don’t have to worry about them during the day.

I am blessed.

I have a home. It’s not the tidiest of homes, but it is ours and we are building it with love.

I am blessed.

We have financial security. Enough to take a risk and pursue the dream of owning our own business. It might not be for everyone, but we are taking a chance. It feels right to us. We hope that we will make a lot of money. We hope we can be contributors to the community. But, even if it all fails to work out, I’m glad we are taking the chance. It’s brave.

I am blessed.

My friends rock the world. I have friends close enough to be family – Friends who ask me to be a Godparent to their children. Friends I have known since kindergarten. Friends I have only met recently. Some friends are in the computer. Friends I can share my hopes and fears with. Friends who love me for me.

I am blessed.


I hope you all have a wonderful day!

Who Else Can I Still Be?

For Sunday Scribblings assignment #20.

Gosh, I think about this all the time. Sometimes I think I'm out of time, and I've missed my window of opportunity to do something great. Sometimes I just think that I could be so much MORE than I am. But, mostly I am where I want to be. Well, except for my image issues.

What I really hope I can still be is a good role model for my beautiful daughter. She is 9 1/2 months old. And she is beautiful. And she is petite. (And, God how I hope she stays that way.)

However, what I want to be is the kind of mother, no - the kind of woman, that she can look up to. A woman who does not have the perfect body, but has the perfect spirit. A woman who knows that she is worth way more than what the beauty magazines would have her believe. A woman who is confidant enough in her abilities to not worry about what anyone else thinks. A woman who can say "fat" and "beautiful" in the same sentence. And mean it.

This is what I want for me. This is what I want for my daughter. This is what I want for ALL of our daughters. We ARE more.

My Mother Gene is Broken

I'm not sure what is wrong with me. I think my "mother gene" is broken. Every time I read about a mother crying all day when she has to go back to work, or the mom who can't stand the thought of leaving her child for a few hours/days, or the mom who is so worried about her child going to school - I wonder what the hell is wrong with me?

I didn't cry buckets of tears when I brought my kids to daycare. I'm pretty happy when I can get a few hours (and twice a year a couple of days) to myself. I can't *wait* for Jake to start kindergarten in 2008. Although, we *are* holding him a year to start when he is 5 turning 6, instead of when he could go at 4 turning 5. We make the cutoff by 5 days, but I don't want to burn a year in school for 5 days. I prefer to have him be one of the older kids and the leader, rather than the youngest and a follower. And college - he should already be 18. So, yes, we're keeping him from school a bit longer, but for purely selfish reasons. ;)

Anyway, back to the brokenness of my motherhood... Am I just cold-hearted? Too old to be a mom? What?

I do cry spontaneously when I think of how beautiful, awesome, and sweet my kids are. But, crying about the practicalities of life? Not so much.

Baby Bugs

These photos of the kids were taken by SUSIE over the weekend. Jake will be 4 in September and Anna Kathryn is just over 9 months old.

More pictures can be found HERE

Do you really want to hurt me?

Yes, I believe you do.

A bug

Single lane exit ramps off of the interstate. There are TWO directions to go at the end of the ramp. Why the hell aren't there two LANES to accomodate all the cars?

At least at the exit where my office is, the people know the routine to stick to the left side, leaving enough room on the right shoulder to form the other lane. But, it seems there is always one f&cking numbskull who will sit in their Lincoln Towncar directly in the CENTER and muck things up.

Seriously - two directions. Two lanes. It's really that simple.

Who Might I Have Been?

I attended a funeral this week. I spoke of Ruth a couple of posts ago. So, when I saw this prompt for Sunday Scribblings, I knew exactly what I wanted to write about.

There is usually a person in your life that holds great influence over you - even if it's years down the road before you realize how influential they really were.

The following was not written by me, although I am mentioned as a person who was better because I knew Ruth. Which is so true. This eulogy speaks the exact feelings I have about Ruth. How amazing she was that she touched SO MANY people.

Eulogy for Mrs. Ruth
August 2, 2006

Good morning. My name is M. I’m from Baton Rouge and grew up here at (insert name here) Church. I know that Miss Jones – or Ruth, as most everyone knew her – was many things to us. A dear sister and sister-in-law. A loving aunt. A great aunt who was always there. A charter member, along with Mr. Charlie, of this church. A faithful member of the Altar Society. A beloved Regent of the Catholic Daughters. An unforgettable friend. But I’d like to tell you what she meant to me, as longtime adviser of the (youth group).

I have so many memories in this church, and Miss Jones was a part of just about all of them. We Juniors and Juniorettes used to change out all the Misssalettes in this church, staple-side up, neat as a pin, as Miss Jones made us do. We rode bikes through the parking lot and around the school to raise money for St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital. We organized dances and lock-ins and held meetings in what used to be the Parish Family Center. And we met in the parking lot, so we could go to visit female prisoners at St. Gabriel’s, students at Louisiana School for the Deaf, and residents of the (insert name) nursing home. Miss Jones was at the center of it all, herding, along with Miss Barbara and Renee, carloads of squealing, impressionable girls and teen-agers to all these places.

I think I first felt a real connection with Miss Jones soon after I joined Juniors. We were standing right outside of the Parish Family Center and I asked Miss Jones where I could put my money, since I didn’t have a purse or any pockets. She took my money, stuck it in her bra, gave me that smile and said, “It’s safe here – no one will touch it.”

She supervised us on our often weekly activities, letting us laugh and goof off, but reining us in when we had work to do. What she was doing was teaching us the value of service to God and our communities. What we didn’t realize, at the time, was, despite all the fun we had riding bikes, changing Missalettes and washing cars, she was teaching us a lot of life lessons, too. How to plan and carry out a project. How to work on a team. How to diffuse a difficult situation. How to keep your sense of humor and have fun. Most importantly, how to treat others. She helped us grow in confidence, because she – and Fr. Hurst – let us do the leading and coordinating, with guidance from her, if we needed it. Yet, she was a quick to shake her finger at us, if we deserved that, too.

When I think of Miss Jones, what sticks out most is her forthrightness, her fierce independence, her crazy sense of humor and her feistiness. I remember one time when the Juniors worked the phones at the Muscular Dystrophy telethon, one Miss Jones couldn’t chaperone us to because she had recently suffered a heart attack. I called her later, and asked how we had looked on TV. She said, “Well, you looked fine, except for all the gum chewing. Y’all looked like you were chewing on your cud.” To this day, I cannot chew gum in public without felling a little bit self-conscious. Her heart, as you know, would continue weakening over the years, but she hung on a year and half longer than anyone thought possible. One more thing – those high heels. I should be so lucky to be wear them when I’m in my 90s.

A big part of Miss Jones’ legacy, to me, is her commitment to building strong communities of women. For us Juniors and Juniorettes, Miss Jones, Miss Barbara, Renee and all the other moms who helped out created a community where we all felt safe, accepted, and, yet, challenged to do well and do good. I know, for many years, she kept many Catholic Daughters active and involved, as they stuffed envelopes for Louisiana Public Broadcasting and volunteered for many other organizations. A couple of years ago, I asked her what was her secret to getting people to be and stay involved. She said, “I just ask them. And you know what – no one has ever turned me down.” A valuable lesson, indeed.

After I moved away from the area, Miss Jones and I saw each other mostly at church and holiday gatherings at my parent’s home. I thank you, Mom, for maintaining that bond with Miss Jones and for continuing to visit her until the end. Even though she led a long, full life, it’s very difficult to let Miss Jones go. She was my youth group leader, my confirmation sponsor, my mentor, my role model, and my friend. Through all of our many conversations, I learned how much she loved her family – she spoke constantly about each of you and was particularly proud that you worked together as a family and stuck together. As Miss Barbara said to me Monday, we can take comfort in the fact that she’s finally reunited with Mr. Charlie after 14 long years. And that, once again, she can hang out with Fr. Hurst and carry on like they used to do.

Of all the things she gave us, I am most grateful that she took the time to teach dozens of young girls like me, Rosanna, Kay, Melissa, Stephanie, Estelle, Renee, Veronica, Charlotte, Dana, Janet and many others how to be strong women. Women who are compassionate. Women who serve their communities. Women who hold fast to their faith. Women who don’t just stand by. Now grown up, we didn’t realize that by just being around her, we were becoming more like her – and I think that was her plan, all along. Most of all, Miss Jones, you taught me this – that family doesn’t have to be related by blood. They don’t even have to look the least bit alike. Sometimes, family can be found when you have an impressionable girl, a generous woman willing to mold and shape her and a lifetime of love.

Amen. Thank you M, for the beautiful words that spoke straight to my heart. And thanks again to Ruth, and to God, for placing her in my life.

One by One

One Day at a Time..... that's how you should take life. You can't change yesterday. Worrying about tomorrow won't help. You can only live for today, making the best choices you can.

That reasoning is very important in a weight loss journey. You can't take back the cookies, or candy bar that you already ate. You can't swear off bad foods for tomorrows to come. You can only look at the options before you at any given meal, and choose. Sometimes you will choose wisely, and sometimes not. But, it IS always a choice.

For the past few weeks, I have not always chosen wisely. Therefore, my losses have not been more than a pound a week. But, still, it's one pound less than I was before. One pound closer to my goal.

Weight lost this week: 1 pound
Total weight loss: 35.2 pounds
Pounds to go until I'm losing "new" weight: 4.8