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We Should Just Be Thankful!

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Oh, for Pete's sake, we're all a bunch of whiney babies in the Williams' Household! First off is me. I'm still sulking over the inevitable departure of my baby in a few weeks for college. OH STOP CRINGING, I'm not going to talk about it anymore. Okay, that's a lie because I know I will be filling pages of blogs about how much I miss her once she's gone and pasting baby pictures of her everywhere. Last night she made me swear not to post any of those and actually took the photo albums and HID them. AS IF!!! BUT SHE MISSED ONE!! BWAH-HA-HA! See later blog post in a few days of Breanna when she was baby. She made the Gerber baby look like Cujo!

Yesterday was Brian's birthday. You'd think that he would be happy having a few friends over, celebrating this wonderful 50th milestone. Right? You'd think we had given him nursing home pamphlets. I guess it didn't help when Shane gave him a package of Depends and a box of Efferdent. The cake was good, though. Brian said it was dry as a bone. He also said our "rears" were grass on OUR next birthdays. He could actually make the sequel to "Grumpy Old Men" hilarious. We told him that. He didn't find the humor in that statement at ALL.

They are paving our road today. It is 101 degrees and the humidity will smother you in 1.2 seconds flat. I walked outside just a little bit ago to look at their progress and the tar smell is overwhelming. In my hurry to get back inside, I stepped on a slug in my bare feet. It had been cooked to the wooden slats. Hopping on one foot, grabbing hold of the grill, I heard one of the workers holler, "Sucks, don't it, lady! HAR! HAR!" Smiling, I turned, pointed to the air-conditioner in the window, and waved. Suck THAT, dude. And to think I was going to bring them a pitcher of water! (Which I did, though. This heat is brutal and I'm not cruel by any means.)

OH! And I had to call a little while ago and make an appointment for Breanna to get her meningitis and hepatitis B vaccines. They won't let her in college without them. I told her that I was also going to check to see if she needed a tetanus booster and she said I was evil. I told her that it was for her well-being. She said I should do it with her. Laughing, I said, no. She failed to find the humor in that, too. (Like father, like daughter, I guess.) She is now in her room playing sick under her covers. Poor thing. I'll be sure to remind her later when we have to go get them done.

Ah, but we will make it. We may be whineys but we are together and a family. That's all that matters. A sobering event happened last night as we were preparing for bed...a young man that my daughter knew got into some trouble. His friends and he were arrested for arson. They are over 18 so it is automatic jail time for all of them. Gone is his fall departure for college in a few weeks. Like I told Brian and Breanna, we may have our times, we may pout, we may whine, but there are always others out there who have it worse. Why this young man, who was always a good kid, did what he did is beyond our comprehension but I do know he doesn't exactly have a concrete support system at home. For that, we are to be saddened. I don't condone his actions but I try to always look at the heart. I think he was going along for the ride, wanting acceptance from these people. He was wanting acceptance from ANYBODY, acceptance he most likely does not get from his family.

We accept one another here in this house. If whining is the worst we do, then we definitely have it made! Just something for us ALL to think about today. We should be happy with what we have because it could always be worse, ya KNOW?

Have a great Wednesday, guys. I love you all.

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GREGGWEISBROD 11/15/2013 4:03PM

    "And to think I was going to bring them a pitcher of water! (Which I did, though. This heat is brutal and I'm not cruel by any means.)" lol! Perfect example of grace winning out over the petty desires of our pride. :-D

You've got me thinking about that poor young man... I've learned in this life that all of us are but a mere circumstance or two away from doing things we're not proud of, and that don't fall in line with who we really are. Even something as innocent seeming as gaining weight and doing nothing about it. Over and over again, we meet people in life (including ourselves) who have wanted to change, but just couldn't seem to bring themselves to the place where it smashed loose the chains that bound them to their own destruction. Sometimes we let our circumstances define who we are and where we'll end up... sometimes we break free from that mold and live outside of our circumstances. I knew a young man once, in my former life as a Youth Pastor, and he was constantly in trouble with the law - he had a real chip on his shoulder about everything and anything... but with me his walls were down, and he was such an incredible and surprisingly poignant young man. Capable of great evil, having committed great evil already, but at his core he was every bit as human as anyone I've ever met - that combination of flawed yet capable of great love. He told me how badly he wanted to change, to stop living in the patterns that he'd fallen into. I tried to help him as best I could... but he was stabbed to death before he had a chance to really break free. A somber comment, but in the end, it showed me that the complexity of wrong-doing is so much deeper than anything we're able to perceive from the surface. So I really liked what you said... "I don't condone his actions but I try to always look at the heart." Because quite often, our bad actions don't line up with our true hearts - and like you said, not having that foundation of love to grow on, or the safety net of compassion to fall into, it's easy to take some very dark paths... to almost feel like it's deserved even.

I'm gonna go find a post of yours to leave a funny comment on now, lol, can't leave you to go into your Friday night with that downer. :-D

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DISP770 8/16/2010 12:44PM

    So I just learned that your last name is Williams, and guess what? My fiance's last name (soon to be mine) is WilliamSON!

Weird! lol

Paul says he hates his bday, but I threw him a surprise 35th and he ATE UP EVERY MINUTE! Even though he tried to act like he didn't. LOL MEN!!

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    Another wonderful blog!

By Brian's comments I'd say he enjoyed his birthday. As far as his comments on the "dry" cake, maybe it went further than it would have if it were perfect, who knows?

And, YES, we do have MUCH to be thankful for.
I'm thankful for your friendship and for you bringing the tears and the grins to my silly face.

CYA 'round

I've been entertaining friends from out of town for nearly a week!
Love to see them
Yet love to see 'em go

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DONGR8NCHARNC 8/13/2010 11:31AM

    Sounds like a lot of love going on in the Williams Household!

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DRVILLEN 8/12/2010 9:42PM

  Where is the video blog!! I still have the e-mail and will answer when time permits. Sorry for being so busy Kiddo!!

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TRENTDREAMER 8/12/2010 7:14PM

    * It's actually OK to feel sad that your daughter is going off to college. I think a lot of parents feel that way. Mom's anyway. It's alright to feel that way and you don't have to label yourself a "whiney baby".

It's OK to turn a milestone age (30, 40, 50 etc.)and feel down about. Most men do. Time passes and a man's good days can seem in the past, even if they're not.

And those trashy gifts, comments and cards (All start with or imply "So, you're turning x0....."), ugh. Forget whining, those make me almost urp up my last meal. Brian wasn't being "whiney". He's not happy being 50. It's a common struggle.

Shots and doctors can be source of stress as well.

I know why Americans, especially Christian ones, always feel the need to label themselves as "whiners" and "complainers" who throw "pity-parties" (again, "ugh") when they feel bad. I used to be part of that culture (and have fortunately escaped from it). I totally get it.

At the same time, if you wouldn't call me a whiner for unloading something that is genuinely causing stress, anxiety or general feelings of downess, please don't do that to yourself. You deserve far better. Far FAR better.

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THEBOOKBINDER 8/12/2010 5:08PM

    I love your blogs, thank you for sharing, you always make me smile, and im glad that some family's are just as messed up as mine. emoticon

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CARTOONB 8/11/2010 9:33PM

    Are you saying that you are the Bundy's? LOL!! Sorry that Brian is old. I mean feels like he is old! emoticon

You're right. If whining is the worst you do, you're doing all right!

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GEEMAWEST 8/11/2010 8:54PM

    Tell Brian that having a 50th birthday is better than the alternative!

As for Breanna's friend...that is so sad that he chose the wrong path right before his chance at college. Unfortunately, as you and I both know, you can do your best and your child will still choose the wrong path. I will pray that this young man learns from this experience instead of letting it harden him. If you get a chance, let him know you care.


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NANALD 8/11/2010 8:42PM

    You have missed your calling! The wolf may zap your energy some days but it sure hasn't gotten to your ability to see the world clearly or to see the brighter side of things! Thanks for sharing your thoughts and your wonderful sense of humor!
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GREENFROGGIE9 8/11/2010 7:25PM

    Your sense of humour rocks!

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BKNOCK 8/11/2010 6:56PM

    Another wonderful blog! Tell Brian that I am turning 48 this year and I feel old just as well! But as I told my friend I also feel alot younger because I couldn't move half as fast last year! I have been chasing a 3 year old all week because my friend doesn't have the energy!

I think it is how you feel that is more important than the age that you are.

Poor Bre all those shots and her mum rubbing her hands in glee! LOL!

Take care,

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FLEMIDG 8/11/2010 6:56PM

    Thanks again for another wonderful blog, Michelle. I always look forward to what you have to say. I am sure Brian had a great day yesterday, even if he doesn't want to admit it. You are right, we tend to complain about things, but we don't stop to realize how lucky we are. I do feel for that poor young man. It is so sad when parents do not care enough to spend time with their children. Enjoy the time you have left with Breanne. I know you will miss her, but she is doing wonderfully. She has two wonderful role models. Take care and hope the rest of your week runs smoothly. We have quite high temperatures and humidity here as well, so I know what you're going through.
Lots of love and hugs going your way.


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BIKERBABE2BE 8/11/2010 2:52PM

    Great blog. Thanks for reminding us all that things can (and in many cases) are worse than our petty complaints.


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AZCUPCAKE 8/11/2010 2:39PM

    You DAY-BRIGHTENER, You! emoticon Tell Brian that SAM ELLIOTT turned 66 yesterday (same birthday, as far as I can tell!), and HE is STILL HOT and SUPER-MANLY!!!!! So maybe that quality just goes with the man and the day! Your description of his "party" was hilarious -- I know that, despite his mood, he appreciated all of the love he received upon his 50th. It is so corny, but it is so true: You are only as old as you feel! (Which, some days, if you heard MY creaks and cracks upon rising, you would think I was well-qualified for a senior discount RIGHT NOW.) emoticon

As for Breanna -- LOVE THAT GIRL TO BITS AND PIECES before she leaves!!! I am feeling "that feeling" you are describing I NOT have enough to DO that I am worrying about THAT a year early??? Isn't it funny how, when you look at your darling girl right now, you can see a halo over her head even when it is night-time and dark inside the house??? I am sending extra super-big hugs your way, because I know I will need them from YOU in one year.....!

Boy, it is HOT your way! Wish we could be together yakking it up in a nice cool pool with a huge umbrella overhead! We would be two soggy PRUNES with laryngitis by the time the day was over! emoticon

Enjoy the rest of your week, Michelle, and know that I am thinking of you -- thank you for putting the smile on my face today! YOU ARE LOVED! IN CASE YOU WERE WONDERING!!!!! emoticon emoticon emoticon

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CALIMAN1 8/11/2010 2:28PM

    You know, if you really wanted to show Mr Worker guy up, you could have picked up the slug and swallowed it! That shows true grit!

Of course, you would then have to count it on your food what, fried porch slugs???? Ah, not worth it.

Glad Brian enjoyed his day in the sun....Depends, huh? What? No grecian?

Another enjoyable, yet enlightening on sista!

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DONGR8NCHARNC 8/11/2010 2:21PM

    I wish everyone practiced acceptance. Great example.

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DARLENEK04 8/11/2010 2:02PM

  I am so sorry to hear of the trouble Bree's friend is in. Is there any
chance someone could speak for him in court and maybe get him
too bad his parents had children if they are not going to look out for
them. I had my nose stuck in my kids business all the time(LOL) but
I always knew where they were and what they were doing.
I encouraged them to have their friends over, I willingly made pizza
and each weekend we had open house....I would make a big pot of
something/spagetti/chili/beef stew/whatever would feed a pile of
them put crackers and cheese within reach and bowls and spoons,
and let them play games, music, and altho it was noisy at times, I knew
where they were and if someone came by for a meal, and had been
drinking, they knew my but first hand over the car keys.
I had a lot of them spend the night, because I would not let them leave if
they had anything to drink on the way to our house, and I called their parents
and merely said Steve or Kent or ???? is spending the night........
They always were polite and friendly, and I like to think I kept them safe.
They were good kids, just a lot of them had 2 working parents and no
I feel for this boy, because if he cannot get probation, his life is going off on
a track he is not prepared to face.


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DAWNDMOORE40 8/11/2010 12:56PM

    emoticonwords to live by and it's so true! emoticon

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I Came Here With Nothing, But I Left With Everything.

Monday, August 09, 2010

(direct link provided at bottom of blog...)

Sent By Ravens, "Salt and the Light."

It is just a reminder of what we have to gain when we give our hearts, souls and minds to the Man upstairs. I hope you take the time to watch it. It does my heart good to see young people who have their priorities straight.

In all our graceful words,
without love,
they're just a burden from our tongues.
The taste remains and without faith
we're still and arms length away.
But somehow we're burning brighter;
you'll never be more beautiful than today!
Whole-hearted we're open;
our madness silent;
'Cause we know when You come
You come in love...

'Cause love is all we need!
I came here with nothing
but I left with everything,
And all the truth you bring!
Still I came here with nothing
but I left with everything...

To be honest
we're older,
And life makes us stand in disbelief.
Are you who you want to be?
I've learned that its ok
to be broken at your feet;
and its where i wanna be...

'Cause love is all we need.
I came here with nothing
but I left with everything
and all the truth you bring!
Still I came here with nothing
but I left with everything...

Your faith is only as strong as the words you speak..


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AZCUPCAKE 8/11/2010 2:41PM

    Lovely -- and full of truth and inspiration! You have great taste in all things, including music that touches the soul! emoticon emoticon

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MARCYNA 8/10/2010 7:45AM

    Thanks for sharing emoticon

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FLEMIDG 8/9/2010 11:38PM

    Thank you for sharing this, Michelle.

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CHERIRIDDELL 8/9/2010 11:37PM

    How lovely!

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    Wow great song so awesome!

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LEFTCIRCLES 8/9/2010 5:15PM

    LOTS of truth in your post!!!

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MITCHNVA46 8/9/2010 1:35PM

    Awesome!!!! Thanks for sharing!!! emoticon

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MUSTANG_SALLY2 8/9/2010 1:21PM

    I loved this! I'm definitely not where I want to be in that wagon wheel spoke of my life. Thanks for posting this!


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Ohio University, Here She Comes!

Saturday, August 07, 2010

Woooow! I don’t think I would have had more fun than if it were ME going to MY college orientation. I was so proud when my daughter was accepted into Ohio University…she’s a BOBCAT now! But stepping onto that campus Friday morning, feeling the energy, inhaling the breathtaking beauty of Appalachia Ohio and feeling the warm breezes throughout the campus was really one of the greatest experiences of my life. And seeing the excitement, laughter and eyes ablaze with joy on Breanna was so heavenly. I was and am so very happy for her…she has the whole world before her! I know my daughter; she’s ready to grab life by the horns and there is nothing that is going to get in her way.

But the brochures neglected to mentioned the tremendous amount of walking that was going to take place. If they HAD, I wouldn’t have worn my three-inch heeled boots the first day. Oh, I wasn’t the only sucker who was misinformed. An older lady had worn her heels and as we made our journey up the steep hill to Gordy Hall for the third time, we were clinging to one another speaking, DREAMING, of hardcore pain meds, the possibility of legalized marijuana in Ohio and small discreet amounts of alcohol consumption (KIDDING!! We wouldn't do that, especially in front of the kids!). When they told us to once again make our journey downhill to Nelson Commons, I looked over her way and saw her head bang down on the desk, possibly considering slinging her Bobcat Welcome Packet up the side of the speaker‘s face. (I personally registered 14112 steps on my pedometer that day alone!)

Ohio University has a reputation for only accepting the brightest and the best of high school students…PLUS being a party school. Kent Smith, the Vice President of Student Affairs, quickly discounted those rumors and showed us a slide show of why it was JUST NOT TRUE. We were all feeling much better to have these myths dispelled! Thank HEAVENS! Two hours later a newspaper was given to parents and incoming students by the Athens News. One of the articles was titled, “Seven Ways to Avoid Getting Caught Drinking,” followed by “”You’re Going To Need To Adjust Your Ideas About Dating.” I showed this to Breanna while standing in line at lunch and she laughed, stating, “Yeah, I already read those! Yeah, it says you should call your boyfriend’s ROOMMATE to bring you the items you had to leave "in a hurry" in a Walmart bag to thwart suspicion.”

Say WUH???!

Friday evening, feet burning, eyes blurry, haphazardly carrying a laptop and mounds of paperwork, I was directed into the Templeton-Blackburn Memorial Auditorium for closing remarks along with the rest of the parents. This place has those seats that fold up when you get up; so when I bent over to open mine to sit down, I lost my footing and ended up face and lip first into the neck of a man sitting in front of me. I did not have the strength or the leverage to pull back and his wife was looking at me in shock. Amidst the “OMG, MOM! Get OFF him!” I dropped all of my papers and flung the laptop at Breanna. I was finally able to pull away, mumble “Sorry” to the man’s wife who looked as if she wanted to put the “beat down” on me and wipe the slick of mosquito spray off of my upper lip. The man did not move the whole time. I have a feeling he was STILL in shock over the cost of tuition.

Before falling asleep in Athens Friday evening, I tossed and turned while my mind played out every scenario that could happen while my little girl attended school. I know she is going to have challenges galore and that sometimes she will seem distant because of her school/work load. I have prepared myself for the inevitable empty nest syndrome that I am going to live through in the coming months. But one thing I do know is that God is watching out for her. (I’ve already blogged multiple times about this subject and won’t put you guys through it again.)

Brian’s main train of thought is trying to convince Breanna to smuggle mace in her purse when she walks on campus. And if they’ll serve lasagna when we visit her on the weekends.

Here are a few pics of my little girl and the campus she will call home for the next four-five years. Bittersweet but...I am looking forward to good things to come!

Breanna outside Ryor's Hall, her dorm:

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GREGGWEISBROD 11/14/2013 4:19PM

    lol! That is so incredibly and awfully awkward! :-D Truthfully, you're not living unless you're falling awkwardly into someones mosquito-repellent-covered neck every now and then. :-) How's that for a life quote?! This is what writing is all about, searing these moments into a form that we can come back to and relive whenever we please. This is a good one. :-)

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K8NJKSMOM 8/18/2010 4:24PM

    Good luck to you and your daughter. I'm going through the torn moments myself right now as my daughter gets ready to start her first year at Lakehead University - about an hour and a half from home. While I too am immensely proud that she is starting university - my heart is falling right out of my chest. To be so worried and so happy at once. Ahhhhh....a Mom's life.

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JUNIAATROME 8/11/2010 1:22AM

    So there she goes! Good that they had the myths dispelled and then gave you the newspaper to see the new trends... too funny. ... But you'r lucky: I don't even get to see where my baby is going. I just have to trust. But then - I won't have a chance of falling over on a man's neck either. Guess all's for some good... emoticon

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CALIMAN1 8/9/2010 3:15PM

    I am days late catching up, but am so glad that it was an eventful, fun, educational and, yes, lovingly typical Michelle kinda weekend....

your baby girl will be fine....and her mama will be fine,, daddy, I am not so sure about...but I've got his back!!! as long as he barbecues, I have his back....sorry, had to clarify.


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MUSTANG_SALLY2 8/9/2010 1:44PM

    Oh how exciting for her! I definitely think you should submit to the Univ. suggestion box the idea to tell people to wear comfortable shoes!

I'm so sorry that I laughed about the face plant.. ok, sort of sorry. (giggles) Stuff like that is always happening to me. Then while trying to cover my embarrassment, I say something to make it worse, like... to the man, "wow you smell good." Ha!

Keep us posted on how things are going. I'm thinking of you all!


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MADDEELOU 8/9/2010 10:05AM

    Sounds like a wonderful trip. So glad you both had a wonderful time. I still remember the day I went to college and how homesick I was when my mom left me. Now, if you ask me, the four years I would happily repeat over and over again were college. I LOVED IT! You and Breanna are both going to be fine--better than fine.


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    Ok i was laughing reading this, it was a great blog and she will be just fine. So are you going to sit guard with a shot gun or is PAPA. emoticon

Love ya sis,

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WALKOFFWIN 8/8/2010 8:16PM

    OK Michelle, the story about you falling forward and doing a face plant on the back of that guy's neck while his wife was watching, was just way too funny and literally had me laughing out loud! And the "he was STILL in shock over the cost of tuition" comment was just the perfect icing on the cake. Damn, you're good!!! And including those newspaper articles was great too. :o) You were really on for this one!

TY for also sharing those pictures and once again sharing the depth of your thoughts and emotions in a way that makes me feel almost like I'm experiencing them with you. You should be so proud of Breanna, and of course I know you are, because you have every reason to be. I know that she'll go far, and she's already headed onwards and upwards...

Uhmm... just one thing though. Do I need to teach you about the appropriate times to wear those three-inch heeled boots??? But don't answer that, because I already know that there's this guy named Brian, and he's got an exclusive on that assignment. Lol ;o)

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BIKERBABE2BE 8/8/2010 1:12PM

    Great blog. Breanna will have a wonderful experience and so will you. All of you need to enjoy these years. Next time you'll take your walking shoes, huh??

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DARLENEK04 8/7/2010 10:00PM

  Thats my girl.....kiss some stranger on the neck....LOL


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CARTOONB 8/7/2010 9:40PM're "joking" about the alcohol consumption. emoticon After reading your blog, I want to go back to college. It was fun then and I'm sure I could make it more fun now! LOL!

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GEEMAWEST 8/7/2010 9:08PM

    You done good, Mom. Well, except for trying to give that man a hickey on his neck. I'm sure Breanna was so proud at that exact moment. LOL

My baby just moved to New York (halfway across the world) and is starting at Hofstra next week. She called yesterday and talked my ear off. But that's a good thing.

Breanna will be fine because you raised her right!!

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AZCUPCAKE 8/7/2010 7:14PM

    Beautiful blog, wonderful photos! I felt like I was right there with you (especially when you fell into the man who was sitting right in front of you in the fold-down seats...ugh! That would have totally been ME!)!! Your description of the your time spent there was picturesque AND priceless! Thanks for showing me what I am in store for next year....can we use the word NERVOUS!?!? emoticon

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FLEMIDG 8/7/2010 7:04PM

    Oh, Michelle, I always look forward to your blogs. Again, you had me laughing so hard I was crying by the time I finished.
You should be so proud of your daughter. Thanks for sending those pictures. It looks like a beautiful campus. I know that God will be watching out for your daughter and she will do just fine. Just think of the beautiful place you will get to see when you go to visit her again. God bless you and your family.
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BKNOCK 8/7/2010 5:30PM

    Sounds like a great trip! But ouch an embaressing moment again? LOL! I love your stories, keep them coming. You really could make some money writing!

Thanks for a great blog!

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CINDYC53 8/7/2010 5:23PM

    I was drawn to your blog when I saw OU! My daughter taught there for 2 years after college in OU's ESL program. I helped her move there from Iowa, and then visited her 2 more times. What a great school! It was such a great experience for her, and we loved the area. Congratulations to your daughter!

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JRDIAMOND4 8/7/2010 5:02PM

    I will share my story... My DS2 is my adrenalin junkie. He decided, at 16yrs old, he wanted to race 4-wheelers like his dad, once did. It is really weird how it is no big deal until it involves your kid. I told him to pray about it and see what God thinks. (Racing came with a big price tag.) The doors started flying open. A donated bike from my nephew yada yada. How could I refuse. So a racing we went. We were hauling bucking bulls at the time so my DH was not always with us, a lot of the times it was Cody and me.

One night the bike flipped Cody off and into the path of another. The rider stopped just in time not to completely run him over. I kept my composure so not to embarrass him. He was fine bumps and bruises but of course all that I could imagine was broken bones.

On the way home that night I ask him if it scared him. He just looked at me puzzled and said NO!. He said "Mom, you taught me to pray and praise. So at the starting line I pray. I feel God wrap me in His bubble of protection. Then when I finish I praise Him for a good race on the way back to the pits." I never questioned him again about being afraid and I don't worry about my adrenalin junkie. Even though I don't like his choice of hobbies, I know who has him wrapped :)

We know Breanna is gonna be just fine, but how is Momma? ;)


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Men Are So Random

Monday, August 02, 2010

I've been pinching myself these last few weeks over how well my old man and I have been getting along. Oh, we always get along, sometimes to the point of making Breanna gag a little, but for some reason we've just been "clickin!" We have both laughed at the same things, agreed on the same things, even finished each other's sentences! And he was incredibly supportive when my lupus threatened to get the best of me last week. Criminy, he EVEN bought me the latest Gerard Butler movie without any smart-alecky remarks! Yest! It was almost like he was on something. (I DID notice that he was using the wood glue an awful lot and hovering around Freddie's catnip...naaaah. Couldn't be. Right? RIGHT?)

Which is why yesterday, when we got back after a long trek on the bikes, that I noticed he had "turned" a little.

"Do you think it's hot in here? Turn on the air!"
"It's not hot. Just sit down for a minute and you'll cool off."
Fumbling through his pockets and laying about 20 tons of change and wadded up papers on the desk, he looked at me and sighed dramatically.
"Okay, Brian, if you want, turn on the air. No biggie."
"No. You say it's not hot, so it's not hot."
"Well, YOU might be hot. So turn it on!"
"Uh....sure. Okay. I'LL turn it on." Glaring at him through one slitted-eye, I tiptoed over to the air and flipped it on. Then I decided to go to the kitchen for a snack.

"What?" he said, "Going to the kitchen to get mad at me now?"
"Yes, darling, because we all know that the kitchen is where wives go to get angry at their husbands. We aren't allowed to get mad in the living room."
"Gee! What's with the attitude?"
Sighing, I returned to the living room and looked up at his windburned, sunburned face, the dead gnats that had collected in his eyebrows during our 110-mile ride and the white sun-glasses-shaped area that had formed around his upper face. Grabbing his hand, I asked him, "What's the matter, Brian?"
"What's the MATTER? I'm turning fifty in another eight days!"
"So? It's great."
"Soo? That's 10 years from sixty. And you're always telling me to dye my white patch on my mustache! Maybe I like it."
"I like it, too. Don't 'Just For Men' it. Seriously."
"Yes. I'm sure."

Closing his eyes, he kissed me and sighed. About that time, Breanna came around the corner and made a gagging sound. "Maybe you guys should get a room or something because this is seriously nasty." she said.
"Got your bags packed yet, darling?" Brian asked her.
"Yes, Dad, they're packed and I'm going to counseling as soon as I get on campus to try to rid myself of this image."

Laughing, Brian pulled her into his arms and gave her a huge bear hug, while she squirmed and gagged some more. I think I realize now that guys go through some things, too. Insecurity is not only a girl thing. What Brian fails to realize, and I'll be sure to clue him in on this, is that he is still as handsome to me as the day we met. If not handsome-ER.

Sometimes we ALL need to hear it.

Have you told your old man that you loved him today?

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BAREFITNESS 11/14/2013 1:23AM

    Tell my honey I love him everyday! Enjoy the time we spend together before bed, just laying there, talking. I'm about to turn 40 in a few years and my honey will be that much closer to 50.....but we don't care about getting older, we just love the fact we are getting older, and doing it together. We too have had the talk about dying the grays from his hair, but I like it....told him gray streak is soooo punk! emoticon

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GREGGWEISBROD 11/14/2013 12:23AM

    It's very true, despite the conditioning to behave a certain way as a man, and think a certain way, we're every bit as human when it comes to our need to be loved and felt desired.

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DISP770 8/16/2010 12:52PM

    I love how you write.

I notice that too with Paul. There are some weeks we just "get it." And then I dread the "downward spiral" that is sure to come after a good week. The difference is Paul won't tell me when something is bothering him, or what is bothering him. He always says, "I'm fine, things couldn't be better." UGH.....I'm starting to learn to ignore it and try not to take it personally. (Even if it is my fault, but he won't tell me so I can't read his mind!)

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AZCUPCAKE 8/7/2010 7:20PM

    I am POSITIVE you know all the secrets of life -- all the IMPORTANT ones, both large and small!! "We" (meaning Philip) has one year to go until the big 5-0, but I am seeing signs of insecurity; same wonderful guy, just some doubts about what life is all about. He's a keeper, but his 'moments' can be annoying. I will redouble my efforts to be patient and kind....I can't imagine life without him! Thank you for that reminder about men not being any different than us gals in this area! emoticon

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MUSIC66 8/7/2010 4:24AM

    great blog.

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LIZZYP609 8/4/2010 10:33PM

    Very nice blog! Thanks for sharing. I tell my old man at least 5 times a day I love him, but you know, thanks for the reminder that they have their own insecurities too!

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CHERIRIDDELL 8/2/2010 11:44PM

    I loved this blog.My husband has just deployed for ten months in Afghanistan so I'd happily tell him I love him , given the chance.

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CARTOONB 8/2/2010 10:52PM

    Yes I have! Many times! I'm glad to hear that you two are "clickin'" so well...despite his randomness!

Enjoy the moments!

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LMB-ESQ 8/2/2010 8:41PM

    **Sheepish grin** No, I haven't. But he hasn't told me either. Then again, we really aren't that kind of couple.

Tell him turning 50 is only a number. (Of course, you'll remember the angst-filled blogs I wrote when I turned 50!) emoticon Seriously, the day after his birthday he'll forget all about it. Then he'll start counting down till he turns 60! LOL

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WILLOWWINDS 8/2/2010 4:43PM

    LOL I love when you write your conversations. It is a joy to read.

My husband and I since being "together" when he was unemployed is really scary to me because I will think something and he does it. Totally random out of the blue. I swear he is in my head sometimes.


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DARLENEK04 8/2/2010 3:52PM

  Brian is just having a little (oh Lord-I'm turning 50)syndrome
attack..........poor baby.....

Not only is your hunk perfectly normal, he is experiencing
normal pangs of things changing.

David and I tell each other every time he goes out the door I
love you, he never fails to tell me how "beautiful" I am, and
I always act a little jealous when some woman pays attention to
him, even tho I know he would never notice them otherwise, and
I tell him what a looker I think he is......and

when Bree is his age, and looks back to you guys snuggling and
smooching a bit, she will think how blessed she is that her
parents loved each other so much.

Great blog,

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THAMLEY 8/2/2010 3:21PM

    See, this is the prelude to the empty nest! There will be a little tension pending her emanate departure. It only gets better after that. After it's over, it will be constant "clickin" all the time.

Yep, DH requires way more assurance than I--It's like attending to a 5 year old. "Yes, I love you." "Yes more than yesterday." "No, I don't think you're fat." "I think your hair looks just fine." It's amazing!

Enjoy every minute of these next days!
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MOCACHOC 8/2/2010 3:08PM

    That was so lovely and touchin. I hope a lot of marriages can weather the storms yours has and still finish each others sentences in the end.


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    No Dear,
I have NOT told my old man that I've loved him today
in fact,

I've NEVER told him that!

I'd be more likely to tell YOU that you are loved,
than my ol' man!

I know I've got cha laughin' about now.

Great blog though!

Glad you two are so in-sync
and good for each other!

Have a SPlendid Day!
You made mine!!! emoticon emoticon

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BKNOCK 8/2/2010 2:15PM

    Michelle, you write such great blogs! I feel for your husband because I am getting quite a few gray hairs! He is probably feeling the empty nest syndrom too but doesn't want to verbalize it!

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BIKERBABE2BE 8/2/2010 1:21PM

    This sounds like the episode at my house this weekend...and yes, I did tell him I loved him, today and yesterday! Great blog.

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GEEMAWEST 8/2/2010 1:14PM

    No haven't told him yet today. But that is because he is out of town doing some gold mining. However, he has been gone close to 2 weeks now and we have never been apart that long before. Let me tell you, absence does make the heart grow fonder. I am starting to miss all those little things he does that bug me. He calls almost every night and yes, I tell him that I love him. Thanks for a touching blog.

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THEBOOKBINDER 8/2/2010 12:21PM

    Love the blog. Great job. Envious!

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The Little Mantis That Could

Thursday, July 22, 2010

I’ve been realizing the last few weeks that there are so many things I’m going to miss once Breanna leaves home for her dorm in a few short weeks. The way she leaves her hair dryer in a tangled mess on the bathroom floor, the clothes that she lays haphazardly on the foot of her bed and the little notes that lay strewn on the computer desk with the names of bands that she wants to go see. I’ll miss the way she snuggles up with her bear that she’s had since she was three years old while sleeping and the dewy look in her eyes when she first gets out of bed. Shoot, I’ll even miss the look of shock when I do something that doesn’t fit into her definition of “cool.” She is showing the tell-tell signs of eccentricism that I have. Yet, so many of her friends find her endearing, honest, emotional and funny. With a slight lump in my throat, I’ve been realizing that they are now going to be spending more time with her than I am. I knew this day was coming, the day I would have to let my little girl go. But I wasn’t prepared for how fast it is coming.

She has always had an extreme fear of bugs. Yet, they seem to crawl her way with purpose and determination. Perhaps they can feel her kind nature or they just like to scare the bejeebers out of her? This morning when I got out of bed, I noticed an afghan stuffed under the crack of her bedroom door. Tightly. Scratching my head, I examined the door and that’s when I saw it; the praying mantis that had attached itself to the wall. At first, I was amazed by its beauty; but then it turned its eyes and looked at me, my first reaction to scream my bloody head off. Brian jumped from the bed, tripping over the fan, and I could hear Breanna’s muffled voice saying, “(Inaudible)…see it? (Inaudible)…the dang thing!”

Brian grabbed the mantis in his hand just as I told him not kill it but at 4:30 in the morning you want the annoying noise to stop at no cost. (By that I mean my screeching.) Throwing the bug in the bathroom trash can, I was suddenly saddened that I had screamed. It was a beautiful creature…just wanting to do what a praying mantis does. (Pray for it’s life, in THIS instance.)

Later, after Brian left for work, I returned to the bathroom to get ready for this day. I heard a rustling from the trash can and I saw the mantis, struggling to crawl for its freedom. I never thought in a million years that I would EVER do this, but I cupped my hand and allowed it to climb into my palm. It was yearning for its freedom….

Just like my daughter.

I sat it on the front porch and watched it slowly make its way away from me. Just like my daughter has been doing for the last year.

Going to her room, I watched as she slowly took in her angel breaths. Her hair strewn across the pillow like a halo. Wanting very much to cup her face in my hands, I refrained. I took a mental snapshot to always remember her this way, safe and sound in her bed, cradling her in my heart. Once again, I turned her over to her Father whom she so steadfastly believes in, the God who is her ultimate parent, her ultimate confidante and her ultimate friend. Just like the steely grasp of my husband who tried to squash the mantis, the world will try to crush my little girl….

But I know that God will always protect her with His watchful and loving grace, no matter what creepy-crawlies will come her way. All I have to do...

is just let go.

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GREGGWEISBROD 11/13/2013 7:48AM

    I've only read through two other users posts from their beginnings, and I always find it so incredibly fascinating to think that so much life has passed since these memories were formed and put to paper. It's always an exciting thing to finally catch back up and see how things evolved - you're such an incredible writer, you really draw me in.

A verse that your post made come to mind, every bit as relevant regardless of the years that pass us by: "Surely God is my help; the Lord is the one who sustains me." ~ Psalm 54:4

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CHERIRIDDELL 8/5/2010 6:13PM

    This should be sent to "Chicken Soup for the Mother's Soul" it is such a powerful story and so beautifully and succinctly written .I think I need a kleenex .

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DIETSAFARI 8/2/2010 3:00AM

    You both will do beautifully, and the Father will enjoy you both at this stage of your life, always growing, and getting closer to Him.
Don't worry she will come rushing back when she has her first baby. That is when the flying to freedom stage ended for me.

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MUSIC66 7/31/2010 10:28PM

    i found it hardto let go of my second oldest son i really miss him.

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MUSTANG_SALLY2 7/28/2010 8:47AM

    Oh how the babies grow up so fast! Another one of mine (nephew) will be getting married in October. What happened to the little tyke I use to tote around everywhere? Ugh!

I loved reading your blog and am so proud of you, not only for rescuing the mantis but for opening your daughter up to the life God has in store for her. It is something with which I have always struggled. I cannot get myself to see the kids in my life as the adults they are. Maybe this will help.

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WALKOFFWIN 7/24/2010 1:24PM

    Beautifully written, Michelle. So much depth of emotion and so artfully conveyed. I felt like I was right there with you and experiencing your feelings of pride and longing for Breanna. I think your daughter will go far in this world, because she inherited her mother's talent and was raised by your loving and guiding hand. (That guy Brian should also get credited with an assist.) Lol :o)

Praying Mantis? I used to keep them as pets when I was a kid, and was especially fascinated when I gave the Mantis a live grasshopper, and he/she? would eat it head first. Ahh memories... ;o)

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THAMLEY 7/23/2010 9:29AM

    Michelle, Needed a tissue warning. Your way with words is always perfect. I totally understand your reservations. It is sooo hard, everytime I see one of my girls number on caller ID, my heart leaps. You have taught her well and she has the best Leader in the universe. Just remember you have your "best friend" and the new relationship that is about to evolve will be amazing. Set your blossom free and watch her bloom.
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FLEMIDG 7/22/2010 11:24PM

    That was a beautiful blog, Michelle. You have such a picturesque way of writing that I can actually see what you are talking about. Your daughter is a beautiful young lady and she will do well. You and Brian have taught her well. I can understand how much you will miss her, but she's only a phone call away. God will watch over her just like he does you and the rest of your family. It was pretty brave of you to actually touch that praying mantis and let it go. Now you have to be brave and let your daughter go. She will return soon.
Lots of love and hugs. God bless you.


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DARLENEK04 7/22/2010 6:25PM

  My MIL (former) was scared to death of Wooly Worms...she would
have a fit, especially if one got in the house. I rescued
her more than once. Too bad she didn't remember me picking up
the offending critter and taking it outside to "save"her.
After the split, she was mean to the kids and ignored me..LOL
I was ahhh crushed.

Michelle, Your baby will be fine and you will let her take off
to begin her life freely, and probably won't even cry til she
has gone. I only had to go thru it twice...LOL....I made it,
you will do fine, but this was, as usual, a great blog.:Loveveyou,

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AZCUPCAKE 7/22/2010 2:45PM

    You really know how to tell a lovely story, Michelle...thank you for sharing this "buggy" tale! Once again, you hit the nail on the head - as I write this, my family room is FULL of the kids for this year's marching band alto saxophone section - Bill is the section leader, and they are working on their band camp skit. There is laughter and lots of talking, and it makes me smile. Philip went to get a whole bunch of pizzas for them, so I am sitting here listening to their "happy noise" all by myself! I know I will miss this next year, when it is time for him to go off to school, just like Breanna is in the next few weeks.... emoticon

You can't feel me hugging you, but I AM!!!! Sharing snotty tears with you, too! emoticon

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THEBOOKBINDER 7/22/2010 1:37PM

    awwwww That brought a tear to my eye.

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BKNOCK 7/22/2010 12:39PM

    I am only an Aunt and I remember how hard it was for me to let my niece Kristian go. When she turned about 16 I told her that I loved her very much and that maybe I would see her again when she is in her 20's and she looked at me like I had flipped my wig because she spent her life with me just like my little Leilani does! It happened just as I said it would and you know what she is back! We do get together and we do laugh like lunatics and we even cry together once in a while! She has turned into such a wonderful adult and I am so proud of her.

Your beautiful Breanna sounds like a wonderful person (just like her mother) and she will do great and you will survive even though it will be hard but remember you have a lot of people that care a lot for you and we are always ready to help you pick up the pieces!

Now for poor Brian 4:30 in the morning and screaming? Wow, Michelle you probably scared the bejookas out of him.

Love you,

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CARTOONB 7/22/2010 11:18AM

    That's the hardest part...the letting go. You'll do fine and so will she.

You? Screech? LOL! Poor Brian!

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WILLOWWINDS 7/22/2010 11:03AM

    Beautiful Blog!!

I was always told mantis were endangered and your not suppose to kill them.

But, I can't stand bugs either. I give you credit for letting it crawl on your hand. EEK! Good job. I am sure the mantis will be praying for you. He will give you strength whenever you need it.

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