a wink and a promise from you know who


Y'all just don't know how many times I've sat down to blog and then did nothing but think about chocolate chip cookies.  And I swear each time I try to come up with something, a little voice in my head says Kristi, please don't tell the story of the rat in the attic again, or that time we had fleas, or that time you went out bra shopping because the boys were all too busy doing their own things that you were lonely and had nothing better to do. 

But then I say to myself, but that's what this whole blog is about... are you crazy and already forgot our unique business model?

Or maybe I've just come to realize that everyone has so much of their own stuff going on that maybe the little ins and outs around here don't add up to much.  But then again, what if it adds up to someone laughing, or saying, Hey, me too!  So today I agreed to sit down for 30 minutes and try to share.

Here's what's been going on as of late.....



1.  I feel like singing one of my favorite Barry Manilow songs, I Made it Through the Rain, right about now  - as I sit here and feel sad for that one lonely day of sunshine that we've had in two weeks.   Here's a clip in case you don't know that one....



I happen to know just about every Barry Manilow song there is, and can sing them with all the feels while holding up a Pick Me sign at a Manilow concert so I can get up there and dance with him during Can't Smile Without You.  Ask Fireman Dave.  He knows.  He tries to hide his excitement each time he takes me to a concert, but I can feel it when he lights up his cell phone and waves it as we sing Mandy.

2.  The kids.  Oh. The. Kids.    The kids have all their things going on ..... and that one that doesn't want me to blog about him anymore - um, what's his name number? - he will be welcomed into the National Honor Society next week and I will stand next to him proudly,  remembering how I ate fish at least once a week while I was pregnant with him.  I read fish makes the baby's brain grow bigger and better and now I would like a National Honor Society honorable mention for my contribution.  He also just squatted the heaviest weight of any player on the football team, something like a million and a half pounds - and being in the body business, I'm kinda just as proud of that as I am of his academics.

Kid 2 waited till the last minute to sign up people to sponsor him in a baseball fund raiser and you just may get a letter or call of desperation asking you to pledge a dime per foot for however far he can hit a baseball.  He is also hitting his school work out of the park this year, and  I am so proud of this kid that I feel like I should stand on my front porch and yell about it.  Also, he's still kind and loving and I like that a whole lot, too.

And Kid 3, bless him, he gets excited every morning now since I discovered Aldi sells frozen pancakes.  He is a simple man with a heart of gold, and a sweet tooth that can fuel a space mission.  He has learned a bit about responsibility of late in the school department - and for today anyway, is showing some real progress in responsibility for his school work.  Stay Tuned.  Maybe I should just promise him a pancake for every grade above a 70 and he'll soar right through to a graduate degree.  Oh.  And he also just got his braces off today and is kinda handsome in an expensive orthodontics sort of way.  

3.  And finally this.  Today.... Today I had not just one lady, but a team of ladies in the locker room ask me how old I am.  I'm beginning to think that many people may have indeed been raised in barns.  

And my answer?  Old enough to have three kids of certain ages.   Y'all discuss and theorize over the rest, but leave me out of it.  I did find it funny that their guesses spanned the range of an entire decade and am thinking on my nightly skin care routine to head off any further guesses at the pass.  

And today let me use my blogging platform to remind the world that asking a woman's age is generally rude, unless you need to make sure she's old enough to buy that cough medicine at Target. 

And now this.....

Here are a few posts that have come out lately on other sites.  All are good, but in differently good ways.

This one is about my sweet friend, Loyce, and Y'all, I just enjoy telling everyone about her. The end.

This one is about something or other and how God is in the mix of all my questions. And it may or may not make you depressed.

And this one hits close to home as it talks about the homeless student population in the Dallas ISD.   

It was written for The Dallas Moms Blog, with the hope of getting some attention shown to the issue, and a bigger hope that people will read it and click on the wish list of needed items in the post.  These items are being purchased for the Drop In Homeless Center at my kids' high school here in Dallas.  And for those of you that already talked to me about contributing, thank you.  Your contribution has purchased backpacks and packaged meals for some hungry souls.

And finally, this is something I've avoided talking about for a while now because I just don't really know how to.  Many of you know that I have been estranged from my mother and brother for several years.  I've actually lost count, but I think we've reached around 6 1/2 years.

And I have to say right up front that I never saw the last six years coming toward me the way that they did, but I can say now, from the other side, that I'm glad that they did.  And it's not like I never doubted my decision, because I promise you that I doubted enough for us all.  But I think that the time apart has allowed me to heal a whole lot of hurts that would've never stood a chance otherwise.

There have been some developments in the case, if you will.  And I'm trying to sit on my thoughts for a bit till they make sense to me, first. 

I will definitely say this, that I am more convinced than ever of personal strength when we need it the most.  And how sometimes though we still, even after a million years, may hear the little voice of ridicule and doubt that was breathed into us from the start - we can manage, with the help of some good strong prayers, and the love of the people that really matter -  to remember the truth about who we are, and whose we are. 

I've needed more than my share of reminders of this, and I cried to Fireman Dave over our shared order of fajitas for one even as late as last week; still questioning the whys of how things just are sometimes.  Y'all, when they have no right to be.  

But then I get up and walk away from that table, and over to the one that sustains and empowers and reminds me that six years went by really fast and a few tears over fajitas is far less than I would've cried had I not been strong enough to stand up for myself. 

And I am reminded this week of this Bible verse  - that I knew for practically ever had to be in there .... and finally found right when I needed it the most.  

For God has not given to us the Spirit of fear, but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.  2 Timothy 1:7

Yes sir and ma'am, y'all... read it.  Then read it again and feel the confidence that God has placed in us to be able to control even the most uncontrollable situations.  I'm leaning on this for now as a wink and a promise from you know who.


  1. I love reading these, but you know I am especially right up there with you begging Barry to pick me!

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  2. " a few tears over fajitas is far less than I would've cried had I not been strong enough to stand up for myself. "

    SO needed this! It's been almost a year since I decided to distance myself from my sister, not cut her out completely, but try to protect myself. So much self doubt, and a few road bumps along the way -- but ultimately I think it's the best thing for me. And this was the right reminder for me.

    Thanks for sharing!

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