Just Peachy

 This week’s You Capture challenge is peach.

And might I just say this week really was a challenge, mostly because there isn’t much peach in my house.

I had a tough time finding some peach around here.

First, a fancy wedding invitation. 

 And I realize this is stretching the whole peach thing, but just look at the peach duck. Isn’t he cute? 

 And I would be just PEACHY if I owned this sucker.

 Surely you didn’t think I’d leave my beloved Sky out, did you?

Twenty Years

In approximately five weeks, McDaddy and I are scheduled to attend our twentieth reunion.

It doesn’t seem possible that we’ve been out of school for twenty L-O-N-G years. That means that this girl is almost forty. Not that there’s anything wrong with being forty, because age is just a number.

Mostly.

I can’t help but think about how my life has changed over the past twenty years.

1992

I was a senior in high school. I had just recovered from mandibular surgery (broken jaws), and as a result I lost tons of weight because my jaws were wired shut for six weeks.

I was having trouble with Trigonometry (no big surprise there!) and I was hot on McDaddy’s trail. We had been good friends for three years and I’m gonna admit something here on the blog that I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned.

I was actually after his best friend.

Crazy. For sure.

I was applying to college and wondering where the next four years would take me. McDaddy left for bootcamp shortly after graduation and so I spent that summer listening to Mariah Carey sing, “I’ll Be There” and counting the days until Boot Camp and Tech School would be over.

2002

We moved into our current house in January of 2002. In March, we found out that we were expecting our first child. I was working at the jail, and spent most of my days scheduling contact visits and parole meetings. Not one to embrace change, I often wondered what it would be like when the time came to trade in my walkie-talkie for a baby monitor. The nursery was taking shape and my blood pressure was off the hook.

At 32 weeks I was put on bed-rest and I lasted about three days before convincing myself I was going stir-freakin-crazy. Four weeks later, an eight pound baby boy was extracted from my body and in an instant I was a changed person.

2012

As I sit on my couch watching American Idol composing this blog post, I look at that picture up there and wonder how in the heck my sweet boy survived with me as a mama. I was over-protective, over-bearing and high strung.

Bless his heart.

It’s a small miracle that he can make a decision for himself.

As for that girl up there?

She is so different from the one that sits here today.

The one sitting here today is a Jail Counselor turned PTA fund-raising extraordinaire. She is loud, crazy, and opinionated. And no big surprise, she is still over-protective, over-bearing, and high-strung. Oh, and don’t forget that she loves to laugh.

She is a stay at home mom who rarely stays at home.

While she has no idea what the next twenty years will bring, she plans to live every day to its fullest.

And she considers it a privilege to be doing it alongside these three beautiful people.

 

What I Learned This Week

This week I learned:

1. Super Glue will fix just about anything.

2. Super Glue is a big fat aggravation if it drips on things it shouldn’t.

3. I was not meant to drive long distances.

4. A fluctuating blood pressure can cause some serious nausea.

5. Eating a week of hospital cafeteria food is probably not a good idea. (See #4)

6. Before yanking the windows off of the Jeep on a sixty-one degree day, you might want to stand out in the wind for a bit.

7. A sixty-one degree day in February can spoil a girl.

8. Before taking a week-long trip, have your hair trimmed. Otherwise, you’ll spend the week wishing you had.

That’s what I learned this week.

Now, what did YOU learn?

To join in on the What I Learned This Week carnival, simply follow these steps.

1. Any time this week, publish your What I Learned This Week post on your blog and link to this post.

2. Link up with the Mr. Linky form down below. Please put the link to your POST, not the front page of your blog.

3. Then visit the other participants and see what they learned this week.

Alrightythen. Ready, Set, GO!

Following Directions

It is a rare day here at From Inmates To Playdates, Inc.

I am writing about something that I know very little about.

Recipes.

This is an easy one. And a good one.

Ingredients:

  • 4-6 chicken breasts
  •  20 ounce can of pineapple chunks
  • 1 bottle of barbecue sauce (I chose sweet and tangy because anything sweet has to be better, right?)

Directions:

  • Spray the inside of your crock pot OR use a handy-dandy crock-pot liner.
  • Place chicken breasts (frozen, even!) in the crock pot and cover with barbecue sauce.
  • Empty can of drained pineapple chunks on top of chicken.
  • Cook on High for 2-3 hours or Low for 4-6 hours.
  • Enjoy.

It is worth mentioning that I’ve never been good at following directions.

I say that because the recipe called for me to shred the chicken while it was still in the crock-pot so that it was well covered in barbecue sauce. Which makes all kinds of sense because without shredding it, you just have 4-6 barbecue chicken breasts covered in barbecue sauce.

And even though the 4-6 chicken breasts covered in barbecue sauce was okay, I imagine the 4-6 shredded chicken breasts doused in barbecue sauce would be much better.

So, don’t leave that step out, mkay?

And today, I’m trying out a recipe for a Coca Cola Cake which makes me nine kinds of happy because how can you go wrong with a cake filled with Coca Cola?

Unless you leave out a step.

Wish me luck, folks. Wish me luck.

You Capture – Doors

It’s been a long day for me. A long three days, actually.

It’s been an even longer day for Baby Colton and his parents. I’d appreciate it if you would continue to pray for them.

I hadn’t planned on participating in You Capture this week, but I just got out of the shower with wet hair, and if I go to bed with wet hair it will be a hot mess in the morning.

I figured I might as well use the time to show you the door I’ve been staring at most of the week. It’s the door of the third floor waiting room of the birthing center.

It’s just a door, yet, it has been opened and closed hundreds of times this week by our family. In and out. Good news. Bad news. We sit with anticipation and watch those who walk by. We sit with eager eyes watching for my cousin or the palliative care nurse to come out with an update.

I’ve stared at this door for three days.

But, I’d much rather be staring at this door.

Happy Thursday, y’all!

What I Learned This Week

It’s been a long day.

I appreciate all of you who have prayed for Baby Colton. He is resting comfortably and we have so much to be thankful for. His story is not mine to tell, but please know that I appreciate your prayers so very much and I know that his mommy and daddy do, too.

This is going to be a short post because I am worn completely out. I am sitting in a hotel room with my mom, my granny and my aunt. We are watching The Bachelor, and snacking on trail mix. As it turns out sitting in a hospital waiting room all day can wear. you. out.

That’s the first thing I learned.

I also learned that the Chocolate Cashew Trail Mix from the K-Mart is addictive. Ahem.

And finally, I learned that while Medical Doctors can give you a diagnosis, it is the Great Physician who ultimately decides how the diagnosis will play out.

And for that I am thankful.

Now, what did YOU learn this week?

For This Child I Prayed

I have spent many an hour praying for my boys.

Even before I ever looked them in the eye, I prayed for their health, their spouses, and their salvation. I have called out to God in the middle of the night when the thermometer read 102. I’ve prayed silently while listening to the hum of the nebulizer as Alex had difficulty breathing. I prayed last summer when my boy was unconscious in the middle of the street, and again at the hospital when we were told there was a small mass on his spleen.

We prayed with Alex before he went into eye surgery. And I prayed with Stevie as we sat in the ER with a huge knot on his head. We recently prayed over Alex when he ingested a peanut butter cookie.

God loves my children even more than I do.

That is so hard for me to comprehend, yet I believe it with every ounce of my being.

 Today, I am asking you to join me in prayer for a sweet little boy named Colton.

A sweet angel that will be born tomorrow.

For today, I am holding on to His word.

“For the word of the Lord is right and true; He is faithful in all he does.” Psalm 33:4

“But I trust in you, Lord; I say, You are my God.” – Psalm 31:14

Watch You Say?

The following is a true story.

Yesterday, I went to the mall in search of a dress watch for McDaddy. I bought him one several years ago, but it decided to slow down a few months ago. And slowing down is a bad thing when you’re a watch.

I had about two hours in between Valentine parties, (which isn’t a lot of time) but I was sure I could find one that I liked.

Except that I didn’t.

I was looking for a dress watch, but I didn’t think McDaddy would want one with a huge face on it because he is not all about the flash and the oversized shiny objects dangling from his wrist. And I wasn’t going to buy a watch just to be buying a watch.

Y’all. I am serious about my shopping.

So. I left the mall, drove all the way back to the school to attend Alex’s party and then headed back to the mall for a second go-round. This time, I had an hour. My first stop was Reeds. I immediately saw a watch that I really liked. I asked the salesman if I could see it, and he made the comment that it was on a great sale today. He handed me the watch, grabbed a calculator, punched some buttons and said thirty-two fifty.

I was sold.

As I was digging through my purse for my wallet, I commented that thirty-two fifty was a great price for that beautiful watch, and I knew McDaddy would love it. Before I could get the money out to pay, the salesman said, “That is a great price. It is regularly six thousand.”

With wide, surprised eyes, I said, “Oh, you meant thirty-two, as in thirty-two hundred?”

I could barely get the words out.

“Yes. Yes ma’am. This watch is regularly six-thousand dollars.” he said.

Sweet holy Moses.

I laughed out loud because if ever there was a time that I was out of my league, this little trip to the Reeds was it. And also because if I were going to drop six grand in a jewelry store, you better believe there would be diamonds involved.

The salesguy looked at me like I had lost my mind.

I couldn’t stop laughing.

I laughed even harder when salesguy asked his salesman friend to show me the case with the “more affordable” watches.

Needless to say, I did not buy that fancy, expensive watch.

But I did purchase a nice watch. A fancy, nice, affordable watch.

And I could have bought 19 more of them for the price of that one.

I Am A Lucky Gal

My day was filled with things that I absolutely love!

For starters, I made a special Valentine’s lunch for my loves.

Later in the day I attended not one, but two Valentine parties (complete with cookies and ice-cream and sprinkles and loud voices, and giggles, and smiles, and excitement) where my sweet boys gave out these cute Valentine cards to their friends.

In between Valentine parties I made two trips to the mall (in one day!) to find McDaddy a watch, and I also made a message board for him which I saw on Pinterest earlier this week.

And after a wonderful dinner with my hot hubby, he took me shopping AT THE MALL.

Y’all.

He is a good man.

He knows how to make this girl smile.

In fact, I’ve been smiling all day long.

I am a lucky gal.

Making OUR Marriage Work

Yesterday, my sweet Alex shared his opinion on what it takes to make a marriage work.

Today, I’m going to share mine.

McDaddy and I in NO way have a perfect marriage.

HOWEVER.

We have a great one.

And it’s a great one that I am so thankful for.

I have a good husband. He is the kind of man that does the right thing even when no one is watching. Why he married me I will never know because I am not easy to live with. But I am thankful that he picked me.

Here’s how we make our marriage work…

  • Fill his car up when it’s on empty. Even when it’s freezing outside.
  • Talk often about finances, child rearing, and problems.
  • Do what it takes to agree on finances.
  • Leave notes in his luggage before he leaves on a business trip.
  • Make his favorite sweet treat (chocolate chip cookies) just because.
  • Dance to your wedding song.
  • Send him a suggestive text.
  • Have a date night.
  • Go to church together.
  • Share dreams.
  • Hold hands.
  • Learn how to bite your tongue.
  • Learn when to bite your tongue.
  • Watch your wedding video.
  • Take a weekend trip together.
  • Send an e-mail just to say “you’re thinking about him”
  • Thank him for working hard.
  • Rub his back when he least expects it.
  • Forgive. Even when you don’t want to.
  • Serve his dinner.
  • Laugh together.
  • Whisper sweet nothings in his ear. In public.
  • Surprise him!
  • Go where he wants to go for dinner.
  • Plan a special anniversary trip.
  • Be interested in his interests.
  • Kiss him.
  • Pack a lunch and have a picnic. Have one indoors if it’s too cold.
  • Cuddle.

Happy Valentine’s Day to my Valentine!