Wednesday, December 26, 2007
but this week, Stroman started pulling up on furniture (not new), letting go (new) and walking where he thinks he needs to be.
HE'S ONLY 10 1/2 MONTHS OLD!!!
Hopefully, I'll have photos for you soon. Husband is working on the video...we can't figure out why it won't upload correctly...
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Monday, December 10, 2007
true & for the next couple of weeks *hopefully not much longer* he'll be napping and sleeping in the pack and play.
today, i am packing up and staging our house to sell. once sold, we will relocate across town in a home that we will be renting...which might sound like a step down, but actually it will almost double our square footage and the kids will no longer be sharing a room.
but if you ask cyd - the individual rooms are more of a punishment than a joy. who knows, i might make the 3rd bedroom my office & just happen to have a bunch of Stroman's stuff in there too.
this is transititon season for football coaches and we are simply trying to be ahead of the game if we do relocate outside of Alpine for professional reasons. if we stay (and we would like to stay) we need more room & the person we will be renting from needs to get out from under a payment. plus, plus!
but it is sad to be taking down his crib. because the next time he uses it, i'm expecting it will be in the toddler bed form.
they grow up too quickly.
Monday, December 3, 2007
Saturday, December 1, 2007
Monday, October 29, 2007
LOADS of publicity for Sul Ross and I've been able to take quite a few photos of the team with this unusual member...but for me, the story is just starting.
My mother and biological father attended college here in Alpine decades ago. This was during the time they married. Thirty-seven years ago, Mike played on the Sul Ross football team with my biological father, Rick. I've met a few people who played with Rick and it's been a struggle not to share my entire, sordid, traumatic life history with them.
The first time mom and I drove around Alpine together a few months ago, she pointed out the house where Rick first beat her. Talk about a conversation stopper.
I had known since high school that Rick beat Mom during their 9-year-marriage. It was something Mom shared openly with classes as a teacher because it helped students understand that abuse isn't always something that happens to "someone else." it can happen to anyone - including a beautiful, educated young woman from Andrews, Texas.
For years, I was a kid who went to visit Rick and my step-mother, Debbie, during the summer and for Christmas. Rick tried. But most of the time, he sent me with my step-mother and we didn't have much in common. When I was 22, I refused to go on any more fake visits to a man who wasn't functioning as my father but wanted the accolades of being a great father. There were tons of broken promises from him as I was growing up.
I was fortunate enough to have a man who picked up the slack and fixed the broken heart Rick left behind. That man is Butch - the man we named our son, Stroman, for...the man who is my father-figure. I have his morals, his humor and I even get told that I have Butch's eyes.
So, Mike asked me about my parents the other day and I had to admit that I hadn't spoken to Rick in about 10 years. And Mike doesn't know about Rick's physical abuse issues, his infidelity, his separation from us kids (my brother stopped speaking to Rick about 4 years ago). Meanwhile, Rick doesn't know that a) I'm married to Drew, b) we have 2 children, who are his biological grandchildren, c) we live in alpine...and tons of other things. but there was always a way he could find me. He didn't. I'm not upset about that, but I'm curious how a person could knowingly have a child out in the world and not wonder how they are...
So now, the former players on Mike's team are trying to all get back together. And Mike has been in contact with Rick by email. This weekend is the last game of the season. Home game. Rick could be in the stands. I don't even know that I would recognize him...or that he would know what his own daughter looks like.
that's it. just wanted to share. next post...i promise some humor.
thanks for keeping us in your thoughts on Saturday.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
and that's been a problem lately - staying on track.
my husband has enforced a strict new policy to keep me on task. one goal per day. i love it and it sucks. mainly because i have a hard time sticking something long enough to actually complet
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
thanks, honey. i'll get right on it. but to get to the crib to give his paci back to him, i have to wade through the crib debris that clutters the ground. too much pressure. let him cry it out.
back to the delights of the day -- i always make an attempt to greet, chat with, etc. the other children at cyd's school. today, when i picked Cydney up from school, one of the boys yelled "BYE, LADY!" to me.
Cyd promptly turned around and corrected him: "She's not a lady. She's my mother!"
oh, child. you don't know how right you are...
Monday, September 24, 2007
now, i don't think i need to explain the natural appeal of "Rock of Love w/ Bret Michaels" - who wouldn't want to fight for the chance to date an aging rock star who likes to wear as much eyeliner as you do? do they sell kohl liner in bulk at Sam's? and why wouldn't i want to watch some crazy cats fight it out. currently, it's down to the last two women...one is an exotic dancer and the other is a hair dresser (quite classy and v. beautiful).
but today, i was brought to tears by my afternoon norm - Shalom in the Home on TLC. this show rocks. a rabbi comes into a home and usually ends up fixing some major problem. today, he got a man who had cheated on his wife to come back into the home and take control of his 16-year-old daughter's sex life & her disrespectful boyfriend. Kick ass Shmuley!
i love it when someone has the guts to call out a slacker. they are everywhere and too often, we are likely to look the other way.
Friday, September 7, 2007
we raise cattle but for a few years, my father - Butch - decided to diversify by raising sheep. wild adventure. sheep are literally born looking for a place to die and some of the dumbest creatures i've ever been exposed to.
we had this unusual hired worker named Felix who was quite helpful with the lambs, but didn't speak a bit of English. also, i am near professional in my ability to procrastinate & had a science fair coming up at school. i must have been in 7th or 8th grade.
one morning Butch and Felix found a ewe that died prior to giving birth....HOLD IT - this isn't how it happened...
i talked to Dad to see if i had gotten my memories confused because somehow it didn't seem right...and in fact, my perfect memory is fallible.
i was remembering a time when Felix created a sling/swing to help a lamb with weak legs learn to walk. another interesting story for another day.
back to the science project - butch had a cow that sloughed a calf. now, don't be alarmed this is something animals do naturally when conditions aren't right for the birth to happen - could be genetic, environmental, unknown - it just happens.
well, butch brought the calf to the barn and we wrapped it up in several layers of plastic while negotiating with mom for square footage in the freezer. a few weeks later, i took my frozen calf out of the freezer and headed to the science fair with a report on the gestational age of the calf based on development of body parts, etc.
take that baking soda volcanoes and solar systems of many colors. the procrastinator wins again!
thankfully, there are no photos.
what a way to start down the road to becoming president of Kappa Kappa Gamma, eh?
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
therefore, immediately calling back over and over and over, won't make me less busy. it will just force my head to spin right off of my body and slam into a wall. do we really want the kiddos to have to witness that?
want a visual - baby screaming & stiff-backed because apparently today's poop contains poison ivy derivatives and it begins to eat his flesh as soon as it hits his diaper. i prioritize that over washing the spaghetti off of the older one. suddenly, i'm at the changing table - mom mode all out and ignoring the pull on my white pants. when i remember the vile sauce o' spaghetti that she had tried to bathe in. well, shit.
right about then, the phone rings. and rings and rings. you know who you are. you do this crap to me every day.
and if things aren't hectic, HEAVEN FREAKIN' FORBID, everyone is sleeping and the house is quiet & i've opted for a nap of 25 minutes tops - but no, you evil genius - somehow you know! you call to wake me to tell me the sky is blue where you are too! thanks for the update. please enjoy the view as my brain oozes out my ear from my resentment/boredom.
thanks for letting me vent.
on a lighter, happier note, new photos of the children and a steaming shot of my husband. photos that relate zero% to the post. but they do give the post a happier feel. in fact, you might not have noticed that i have some hang ups about phones.
Monday, September 3, 2007
i did go home smelling like i'd spent the afternoon at a strip club - but at least it smelled like an expensive strip club.
Friday, August 31, 2007
i have some interesting tales - but most (if not all) are the antithesis of politically correct. where should i start...the day i had to shoot my dog because it was eating my pigs? or perhaps the time pigs attacked my house in canyon, texas. i've been thrown off horses, kicked by calves, president of a stellar sorority at Texas Tech University and had meetings with George W. Bush when he was governor of Texas - the second time, he called me by name.
random info: i grew up in sweetwater, texas. attended a small (seriously, i was one of 15 graduates) six-man school near there. it was such a small school that any warm body played sports. i love to compete, so i played basketball, ran track and cross-country, tennis, golf, and during football season i was decked out in tons of sequins as a twirler.
i was raised on a working cattle ranch in west texas. love ranch life. wouldn't mind doing it again someday. lots of horror stories - prolapsed cows, how the lamb fetus ended up in mom's freezer, getting pinned between a truck and an iron gate all alone - 10 miles from home, all sorts of random stuff while helping dad - and lots of learning.
i am a published author. i write horse-training books. i've never trained a horse. i was thrown off a horse while interviewing country music star charlie robison for an article when i worked for the American Quarter Horse Association.
i am a sahm/photographer/author. i haven't written a word in about a year. just starting to take photos again. i'm willing to post some of my college poetry...mainly b/c i think some of you might find it humorous that i thought i could be the next jewel - without the guitar, but with straighter teeth.
Saturday, August 18, 2007
There are days when I realize my husband is coming in for lunch and I race to brush my teeth & throw on some "real" clothes (and I'm not talking dolled up, I mean just a 1/2 a step up from my pajamas) - but honestly, I know that he knows I haven't been jaunting around in the clothes for more than 3 minutes, b/c the shirt shows no signs of spit-up and our daughter hasn't marked the capris with Dora stickers yet. (A few weeks ago, I came home from the grocery store [a.k.a. run into everyone you know in this town w/in 4.2 minutes] and Drew pointed out that I had a few Dora stickers placed neatly on the left buttock of my pants. Boots had drifted down to the back of my thigh. yeah me!)
For all of you parents who are taking on the hard work of trying to create healthy, loving children, thank you. Keep up the good work! Ignore what other people might put in your head as the only way to do things! Do your best & your child will love you.
And don't ask what the hell is wrong with my kid!