Daddy’s drinking problem

Parker and I were cuddled up on the couch watching Duck Dynasty (boy, I love snow days) when Parker told me he had a secret to tell me.

“Mom, the secret is that dad is at work and he’s working his computer and he’s not even drinking!”

What?

Daddy’s not drinking what, Parker?

“Dr Pepper silly”

Oh of course.

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Thank You

Who has had the biggest influence in your life (besides your parents)?  Is that an easy question for you to answer?  It sure is for me.

I grew up in a small church.  There were never more than a handful of kids.  At one point the youth group had 2 members, the preacher’s son and me.  I grew up playing the piano whenever my aunt could talk me in to it and racing around the building after church in the twilight.  Sunburned shoulders during VBS and getting my velcroed tape player stolen out of my dad’s truck when I was 16.  These are the memories I have.

When I was in 7th grade, a new preacher came to town.  Brother Charles Bradley.  This guy was a fiesty guy from Arkansas who I could barely understand because of his accent.  Every time he would say “Amen”, I thought he was saying “Amy” and let’s face it, I was probably doing something in the back row that I could get in trouble for.  I would jump a mile high every time.

Little did we know how much this man would change our life in the short time we had with him.

I believe Brother Charles was at our church for under two years but in that two years he challenged my church and my family until the point where you were uncomfortable.  My family became a God-centered family under his direction.  Very unlikely characters became Sunday School teachers and changed teenagers lives.  Kids learned the books of the Bible and Bible verses like never before.  We became on-fire for God and our lives were changed forever.

Brother Charles was never afraid to go up to strangers no matter where we were and say, “Hey, man, do you know my Jesus?”

Fast forward to college…

Brother Charles was living in Arkansas.  When life got where I couldn’t handle it, I headed to Arkansas.  I would usually take a friend with me and just escape to my sanctuary…Brother Charles’ house.  We would sit in his living room and just talk about life.  I remember on more than one occasion when I would tell him about my troubles (that usually included boys) and he would say, “I just don’t think that’s what God has planned for my Amy.”  He made me think, question, pray, cry and ask God for answers.

Brother Charles lived back in the woods deep in Arkansas.  I could block all my troubles out and I could also sleep like nobody’s business.  I remember one day I woke up and was shocked to see that it was 11:00!  Miss Lois, Brother Charles’ wife, had saved breakfast for me and I mean she cooked like it was the last meal you would ever have.  So I ate.  Can’t be rude.  And I drank.  Brother Charles was juicing before juicing was cool.  He would always give me a glass of carrot juice to drink.  “It’s good for your eyes”, he would say.  Then about an hour later, Miss Lois had made us lunch too, another smorgasbord that you ate even though you were still full from breakfast.  You definitely never left hungry.  She made sure of that!

Brother Charles was known for making you try food you might not otherwise eat.  He took me to a Chinese buffet and I thought I was safe until he had me try crawdads…only he could get me to do that.

I always felt like Brother Charles had a direct line to God.  I probably put too much faith in him but he never let me down.  He steered me in the right direction during very important times of my life.

I could never thank him enough for all that he taught and how he steered me closer to God each time I needed it.

All I can do is show the same love and steer other people to God the way he steered me.

Brother Charles has watched his first wife, beautiful daughter and sister all lose the fight to cancer.  Now it’s his turn to fight.  I pray that God will ease his pain and make his last days memorable for him and the people who love him so much.  I pray that his mind will be at ease and calm.  I pray for his son to have strength to stand by his dad’s side.  I thank God for bringing Brother Charles into my life because I know I would not be where I am today without him and my family is better for the lessons he taught us.  I pray that I can be the witness that he taught me to be and show Jesus’ love wherever I go.  What a reunion it will be when he gets to heaven and sees all the lives he touched.  He is going to have a big mansion let me tell you.

Ice Cream for Breakfast?

Yesterday was an exciting day for my kids. Grandpa came to town and he brought Paige lunch to school and hung out with her during lunch. Then he went to Parker’s babysitter and whisked Parker away for some ice cream. Both kids were super excited and had a great day!

There was ice cream left over and my dad called to tell me it was in my freezer and the kids could eat it after school

Well after school I forgot about the ice cream and we went about our day. We had a fun evening with friends and the ice cream was long forgotten…

until about 10pm last night when Parker came running into our room because he needed to eat his ice cream and Grandpa said he could have it so he needed to eat it right away. After MUCH wheeling and dealing, it was decided that since we forgot, maybe he could have it tomorrow, I might have even said he could have it for breakfast. (Mom of the year award, right?) I figured he would forget…never figure they will forget.

I was enjoying a little quiet time before the kids woke up, which barely ever happens. My kids like Saturday early mornings a lot!

All of the sudden, Parker came stumbling into my room, half-awake. I pulled him up on the bed with me and I was starting to tell him about the massive snow storm I was watching on The Weather Channel (yes, I’m a nerd, I own it) and the first words out of his mouth were, “I’m ready for my ice cream.”

What’s a mom to do?

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Have a happy and fun Saturday everyone!

Nothing new under the sun

We have gotten hooked on Duck Dynasty a little late. So tonight we have been watching some old episodes we haven’t gotten to watch before.

Tonight’s episode: Daddy’s Got a Gun
When Willie finds out that his daughter Sadie has a new boyfriend, he wants to get to know him, while instilling some fatherly fear–Robertson style. To keep Sadie preoccupied, Grandpa Phil and Uncle Si take her on their own outing.

Boy did this episode bring back memories and laughter.

Picture it…
Prom night, May 1995…

Looking forward to a great evening with my friend, Robbie. As I’m off getting ready Dad decides that it is “National Clean Every Gun You Own Day”.

Yes that’s right. Every gun he owned was leaned up all over the living room and there were a lot of guns.

To make a long story short, Robbie was a really good sport and didn’t quite believe Dad’s “Vietnam” stories (since he was making them up as he went). We even have a great picture of Robbie and I all dressed up and Dad right between us with his rifle.

I find a lot of humor in Duck Dynasty and the Robertsons. Maybe because there is a strong resemblance to my family except for the beards.

Come to think of it, during my last phone conversation with my father, something he said sounded so much like Si that I laughed out loud at him.

Dad tried to scare a lot of boys away during my dating years. He was known to check speedometers on vehicles when I was getting picked up and spread fear throughout every boy he met while he was stocking the bread shelves and they were stocking the grocery shelves. He also enjoyed making up nicknames for all of the boys I brought home. I’m sure glad I kept “Lazy Boy” around.

On the episode of Duck Dynasty they got one thing right. Dads do that because they love their daughters. I always knew my dad loved me and wanted the best for me, even if he had to hurt a few boys along the way.

Raising them Right

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While we are raising Parker, I take big responsibility in teaching him to be a gentleman.  There are not that many nice guys in the world but I’m determined that my son will be one.

We have discussed how Parker should open the door for girls and on occasion he remembers.  Let’s be honest, it’s not too often he is strong enough to open the door on his own.

When we were potty training, I was very adamant that Parker close the toilet lid each time he was finished with his business.  He enjoys slamming the seat down so it is a success.

I caught a glimpse that he is headed in the right direction this morning.

Parker came in to my bathroom to do his business.  He is so proud that he is tall enough to stand now!  After he finished, I reminded him to flush but he had other things to do.  He got some toilet paper and wiped up the place on the floor and the rim where he had missed, WITHOUT ME TELLING HIM TO!

Some day there is a girl who will thank me for my hard work.

Hot Under the Covers

So we have a dual control electric blanket on our bed…What did you think this post was going to be about?  🙂  The controls for each side of the bed goes from 1-8 and the hottest setting is H.  I normally keep my side on 2 if I want to sleep comfortably.  Anything hotter and I am too hot to sleep.

The kids and I like to play a little joke on Blake every now and then.  We like to turn his bed to H without him knowing.  We get a kick out of him realizing that he is close to being able to roast marshmallows on his side of the bed.

Fast forward to Saturday morning…

Paige comes in my bedroom and asked how I liked the surprise she gave me.  I had not idea what she was talking about.  She said she had played a little joke on me.

I blew her off because I had no idea what she was talking about.

Go back to Friday night…

I have been battling back problems since right after Christmas.  I have tried going to the regular doctor for medicine and even went to the chiropractor for the first time in my life this week.  Although that did seem to help, my back started screaming Friday afternoon when I was getting Parker out of his car seat so I had gotten out my prescription of muscle relaxers and took one before I went to bed.

Go back even further…

When my back pain was at the worst, I was taking these muscle relaxers while I was at school and didn’t think they were that strong until I was trying to have a conversation with one of the teachers and he started laughing at me because I was a little dazed.  After that I only took them before bed but didn’t think they had too much of an affect on me.

Fast forward to Saturday morning…

My first day to sleep in for about 3 weeks!  I remember hearing Paige come in my room and feeling like I couldn’t open my eyes if I wanted to or lift my legs for that matter.  I remember having the thought, “This must be what it feels like to be in a coma.”

Moral of the story…

When I asked Paige what kind of joke she played on me, she told me she had set my bed to H on Friday night.  I didn’t believe her until I turned on the blanket on Sunday night and it was on H!  Well the joke was on me because apparently I cooked all night long without once realizing that I was hot.  I think I will be a little more careful when I take those muscle relaxers.  They must relax me a little more than I thought.

Final thought…

Maybe this is a good weight loss strategy for the Biggest Loser contest at school.  If I take one of those pills the night before weigh in and then sweat all night, surely I will lose weight, right?

I’m just kidding…I think.

It is fun to teach the kids to play practical jokes but they definitely need to realize that they are only allowed to play them on people other than their mother.