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Ten Things of Thankful | Friends and Family Edition

What a couple of weeks we’ve had around here!

It all started with celebrating 24 years of marriage a couple of weeks ago. I am so thankful for my sweet man! I am blessed to have met him when I was 13 and married when I was barely 20. He is a wonderful man, husband, father, provider and friend.

I am also thankful for my bestest friend since high school, Kristi. She celebrated her birthday the day after our anniversary. She is someone who I don’t get to see often enough, but she is the hardest working, most generous, loyal, trustworthy and awesome person. She has been through a lot the last year and she never fails to give anything less than 100% to her family, her job, her church, regardless of what else is going on in her life. She is amazing and I am blessed to know her.

Kristi and me collage

mockingjaypumpkinThen, there was Halloween. My kids have always enjoyed dressing up. Each year they plan their costumes way ahead of time. Last year was the first year they did not trick or treat. It was a little sad, but they both still wanted to dress up, but they stayed home to pass out candy. This year, Halloween started out fun. Clyn cleaned out the pumpkin, Emma sketched a Mockingjay on our pumpkin (Y’all do know about Hunger Games, right??), and Jacob carved it. My contribution was the photo you see here! HA. It looked pretty cool and some people knew what it was. The true HG aficionados, anyway.  Jacob was dressed as Uncle Si, of Duck Dynasty fame and Emma was dressed as Dorothy. They both looked so awesome! We handed out candy for a bit and then Emma went over to her friend Harper’s house to pass out candy. We had lots of trick or treaters and ran out of candy a little before 8, so, along with Uncle Si, The Hubs and I headed back inside and turned off the porch light.IMG_5026

And that is where the fun ended. Because about 15 minutes later, I received a call from Harper’s mom saying that Emma has been bitten by a snake. A copperhead, which is native to our area. Emma stepped down the front porch steps to hand a kid some candy and felt something stick in her foot. It was dark on the steps and who in this world even begins to think that a snake would be hanging out on the steps?? Fast forward, and Harper’s family rushed Emma to the emergency room at our local hospital. I met them there and Hubby followed me in his car. I arrived just as they were wheeling Emma back. I am pretty sure that I got there in record time. God saw fit to make sure every every traffic light was green between my house and the hospital. It was pretty miraculous. A couple of hours later, Emma was receiving the anti-venom. And a couple more hours later, Emma was being transferred by ambulance to the large hospital in the next town (about 30 minutes away) that has a pediatric intensive care unit (PICU), where she could be monitored very closely. We spent Halloween night there and the next night in the intermediate intensive care unit and then she was released late Saturday afternoon. She missed a few days of school, but she is slowly getting better each day. Yesterday, was her first day without using her crutches and I think she overdid it. Maybe walking around at the fair all afternoon wasn’t such a good plan. But today she is resting. Throughout the whole process, there was, and is, much to be thankful for:

  • It was Emma who was bitten instead of one of the little kids who was trick or treating. Venom doesn’t have to travel as far in a little one.
  • Emma received treatment quickly, thanks to Harper’s family getting her to the ER so fast, and ER staff who understood the seriousness of treating snake bites in a timely manner.
  • We were able to get to the hospital quickly to be with Emma…it is no accident that all those lights were green!
  • The hospital had the anti-venom in their pharmacy.
  • Emma did not have an allergic reaction to the anti-venom. And it did its job and halted the progression of the venom.
  • God sent people to treat and care for Emma in both hospitals who knew what to do and how to treat snake bites and who were wonderful with kids.
  • No surgical intervention was needed, as it sometimes is with snake bites.
  • My brave and amazing Emma, who kept her sense of humor and was so strong. She really is something special.
  • The massive outpouring of love and encouragement to us and the prayers of so many—it was just amazing. And meant so much to all of us.
  • The miraculous peace I felt throughout the whole thing.
  • Emma is getting better every day.

It is during times of crisis that you truly appreciate what you have and who you have. I could see the grace of God in the face of each doctor, each nurse. I could feel the prayers and love of so many.

As I looked around the pediatric intensive care unit and saw the lives of children literally hanging in the balance, I was overwhelmed with gratitude, knowing that my daughter would leave that hospital and she would return to life as usual, enjoying all the things she did before. I knew there were some families who would not have that. I met one such mama in the family waiting room as we both were getting some coffee. We can’t understand why things happen as they do, we can only embrace those who are suffering, give them a word of encouragement, and whisper a prayer for them. And never forget to be grateful.


On the weekend, I link up with the Ten Things of Thankful Blog Hop to celebrate all the things I am feeling especially thankful for this week. You can join in the gratitude at Lizzi’s blog—Considerings.

Ten Things of Thankful


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Still celebrating.

“Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional.”  ~Chili Davis

I had a birthday this weekend. I am now officially one year away from my mid-forties! Which just seems so crazy to me, since mentally I’m still pretty much about 18…or less, perhaps! (Do the math folks—that makes me 44. Or as I like to call it, The Year of the Double Fours.)

I shared my birthday with my family on my actual birthday day. It was lovely. An early supper at a seafood place near the beach. Walking on the beach with family. Taking crazy pics. And artsy fartsy pics. And ridiculous pics. Feasting on some Ben & Jerry’s. Then home to watch a movie. It was the perfect afternoon and evening.

My favorite moment of the day?



Look at the sand. Totally sweet, right? Can I get a collective “Awwww”??

And then there was, well, this:


And this sweetness right here:


The fun continued the following evening with a few of my crazier girlfriends. Let’s just say, there were enchiladas, margaritas and a full box of Depends undergarments—essential to any gathering where women of a certain age, or, women who have had children in their womb to destroy, er, shift their bladders, will be laughing their fool heads off for 5 hours. If you are one of said women, you will totally understand. Um, sorry, no pics.

I was blessed by so many cards, calls, texts, Facebook and Twitter posts and just feel so incredibly loved. It’s a nice feeling. And it’s humbling too.

Bring it on, Double Fours! I am ready!


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Getting Fit Fridays–Start Me Up

It has been a while.

I find that life has a way of getting away from me and if I don’t lasso it in every once in a while, I would probably never get a single post written!

Life has gotten away from me in more ways than one…heck, in about 15 different ways. But today, I will address only one of those ways. Today I will address that life long battle of the bulge.

Something you may not know about me, especially some of the newer readers, is that I am a lifetime member of Weight Watchers (WW). If you are not clear about what that means, let me explain. Quite a few years ago now, I lost weight with WW, reached my “goal weight” and then maintained it, within 2 pounds, for six weeks, at which time I was awarded Lifetime status. I then went to WW and weighed in once a month, and if I remained within 2 pounds of my goal weight, I did not have to pay the fee. Never mind that I am now 60 pounds overweight; I still hold my lifetime key. See, they can never take it away from you…they can just make you pay.

But I digress.

Not only was I a Lifetime member of WW, but I also took a job with WW, as a weigher/receptionist. I was the happy face that greeted you, took your money and weighed you, among other things. I loved it. I loved being a cheerleader for others and I needed the accountability of maintaining my weight. It was, most definitely, a win-win.

Then, we moved. Halfway across the country.

And my eating and exercising habits went all to heck.

And I proceeded to blow up.

And occasionally, over the last 5 1/2 years, I would make a somewhat feeble attempt at getting back on the wagon and would fail. Always.

For the better part of the last 2 years, I have simply given up. Not tried at all. Not cared what I ate or that I did not exercise at all. I’m sure there is some really messed up reason behind all that, but I couldn’t begin to tell you what it is. No doubt I need some therapy…

But recently, I started caring again. I just don’t feel very well. I feel tired. And I am tired of having hurty feet and creaky knees and a bulging midsection.

And then, recently, I saw my butt in some pictures that were taken over the Christmas holidays.

YIKES! is all I can say. No, DOUBLE YIKES!! is more appropriate.

You know, it isn’t often you get a view of yourself from behind. It was downright scary!

And in the interest of full disclosure, here’s proof:

The ever-enlarging booty, noted at the 3rd annual flag football game this Christmas. YIKES!

But even though I was caring, I still felt paralyzed. Like I knew I would fail before I could start. I wanted to start, but just couldn’t make myself. And I have prayed and asked for God’s help to somehow dig out of this hole.

Then, I got a phone call. A truly divinely inspired phone call.

My friend, Cris, who blogs at hiddenbeloved, called me one day earlier this week, and extended an invitation to me. An invitation that was the swift kick in the ever-enlarging booty that I needed in order to say, YES, I can do this—if you will do it with me.

I want to be around for my kids. I want to be fit. But I cannot do it alone.

So we met up yesterday, Cris and I. We did our first weigh-in together,  prayed together and committed to encourage each other and keep each other accountable. It is time to put the failure and shame behind and get going. No more excuses.

This morning I went for a walk. I am on my way.

Thank you, Cris, for being obedient to the prompting to call me and ask me to be your buddy on this journey. I am so grateful.

“When you find yourself in a hole, stop digging.” ~Will Rogers

Getting Fit Fridays is going to appear (hopefully) weekly to chronicle my journey and increase my accountability. Do you need to get back on the wagon? Do you need some help and encouragement? Join with me, if you’d like. Let’s encourage each other. We can do this—together.


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