Goats!

As previously stated my mother-in-law is on the crunchier side. {side note: i honestly didn’t know what crunchy meant until my midwife said it at our second appointment. i stared at her blankly and she said, “like granola” and i continued to stare blankly…my husband later explained it. such an airhead at times!} One of the first, of MANY, things I thought was weird upon meeting my mother-in-law was her love for goats and goats milk.

I had never even heard of such a thing. People drink milk that isn’t of cows and bought in the store?? NO WAY!

My mother-in-law has a friend that owns her own goats for milking purposes. (she also owns a health food store and is pretty much my first call in most situations) Merrilee milks the goats when this lady has to be away for a milking time or when she is on vacation. My mother-in-law LOVES this job. It’s therapy for her. Seriously.

Not long before I got pregnant I joined her to milk. This was a new experience for me. I was very unsuccessful.

Once SB was born my MIL filled my head with why it was better that babies be on goats milk rather than formula. I listened but i wasn’t quite ready to make the jump. When SB was 10 months I went out with her to milk. (for the life of me i cannot find the pictures!!!) This time I was very successful (guess you have to nurse to really understand milking –okay that’s kinda gross, sorry). I took home some of the milk and started giving it to SB and he loved it!!

I got some questions from my pedi about feeding my child something raw, unpasturized and from a goat….but it worked. SB was on goats milk until the goats stopped producing that year.

With Starlet, I’ve been waiting for these goats to produce. Yes, I realize there are places in the area you can get milk, but I was okay with formula. (I’m only semi-crunchy remember — oh and I’m super frugal and that stuff is PRICY!).

Last week we went out, as we do almost every year, and played with the baby goats. SB & The Negotiator had SO much fun. TN is fearless and will pick up any goat. SB on the other hand prefers to see them from afar. Starlet enjoyed some goat love too….maybe a little too much goat love.

You can really tell how much SB isn’t really into this. He quickly left to play in the barn. (LOOK at TN’s face!!! CUTE!!)
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Momma Merrilee in her element!!!

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The Negotiator picking up more goats….

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Starlet eating a goat. :) (poor baby. this was 20 min before her dr visit for strep i had no idea she was so sick!!)

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Why is goats milk better?? Well truly I’m not 100% sure. I know that it is easier to digest. I know that it is the closest to breast milk and that anything in its raw state is better. But for the rest google it! :) Here is the frist link from when i googled. :) LINK

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on my mind

on my mind tonight. i really want to start sharing some of our wonderful testimonies regarding jobs and finances. had you asked me three years ago if EP would be doing this full-time and if i’d be staying home i’d say NO WAY, but here we are. God cares for us…He always always always provides. We are faithful in our giving and we firmly believe that by not robbing God we are constantly under His wings of provision. this is only the most recent story…it isn’t even my favorite one, but it was on my mind tonight about how perfectly God coordinated things.

EP needed a job recently. its funny to say that because he always needs a job a guess, but the nature of this business you have lots of jobs every year…it’s just getting them lined up right. :) ANYWAY, by the way we live and budget we knew that our money would run out on a certain approaching date. its okay to admit this, i know many people who would never admit to money being close to gone, but again, this is the nature of the business, what you are failing to see is that my husband hasn’t worked in 7 weeks. I mean, how many people can say that….again…not my point here.

okay, so the date was on the calendar. lots of projects in the pipe (there always are) but nothing ready to rock’n'roll…even a few we were fairly certain would go. EP started reaching out to things he wasn’t so sure about but was wanting to do because he is the provider in our home. Project 1 he spends at least a week or two talking, planning, meeting, budgeting with these guys and suddenly they “went another direction.” {Can I interject something here, I’m not sure in the entire time he’s been doing that this has happened for far in the process of his help} We were really upset, naturally. We kept saying, “That must not be where we need to be.” It’s easier to say than to feel, but we must confess these things until they are in our hearts (but that a whole other blog). Project 2 comes along. Not even a producer role so EP’s a shoe in, right? Plus he knows people on staff/crew….. nothing. i couldn’t understand, where were we supposed to be, Lord??

this is where the rubber meets the road in faith. we knew the next project was there. we knew that even though these things didn’t come about that there had to be something better out there. i sent off a check one day and finally broke. my email to EP only said, “I’m starting to freak just a little bit.” may first we wouldn’t make our payroll payment.

our tax refund showed up in our account before we had expected – just a day or so after my email. it was enough to carry us through the next month. yall, we weren’t even expecting to GET a return (last year we owed!), much less one that could cover our expenses for a month! then, out of the blue, EP gets a call and nails a job, has a check in the bank and is out of town within a WEEK!!! a job paying more than the two small projects would have paid and a project with better credit aka the role he is used to playing – producer. Praise the Lord!!

but the story doesn’t end there. what about the refund money?? naturally, i start configuring the 8-zillion ways to spend it. but neither of us feels like we can spend it yet. is it any wonder at all that the refund covers the surgery i just found out i need to have. imagine if we would have not yeilded to the Holy Spirit and spent the money WE wanted to. Now, we can pay in cash! is it how we want to spend that money? absolutely not!! but its exactly what we need. (phil 4:19 my God will supply all of your need according to His riches and glory by Christ Jesus) PRAISE THE LORD!

Recap: Better job, more money, tax refund instead of paying, perfect amount for surgery ALL AT THE RIGHT TIME!

i can’t wait to share the next….maybe i’ll start writing it….

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Prayer

I have a few really good posts in my drafts and I hate to start with this last minute one, but I could use some prayers of peace and victory and I know a lot of you are praying friends.

Anyone on my Facebook may remember back when I was in North Carolina I posted a lot about pain I was in. I called the dr several times but never went in because it was just a come and go pain. Then, in December, I made my very first ER visit. After a CAT scan and other tests were done everything was pretty inconclusive and ‘assumed’ to be a ruptured ovarian cyst only because one ovary was smaller than the other.

Since then at least twice a month for a two to three day period I have been stricken with an unexplained pain similar to cramps. Really really bad pain–like make you wanna pass out pain. The codeine (even taking two like the ER dr said) doesn’t help at all. The only way for the pain to go away is to sit still where it isn’t aggitated…there are still cramps, but just not as intense. Obviously, sitting still isn’t too easy with 2 kids, especially when EP is gone.

A couple weeks ago as I described this pain to my friend Tamara she asked me if it could be a returning of endometriosis. A few years ago (like 3 months before I got pregnant with Stunt Boy) I had a cyst removed and several spots of endo were removed. I hadn’t even thought of it. I mean, doesn’t that go away with babies?? And I’ve had two. And doesn’t that lead to infertility, again I have two kids. But as I sat in bed in pain Saturday for the second time this month I looked it up. Every pain that I have experienced was mentioned. It makes sense because endometriosis cannot be seen on a cat scan or a sonogram which I have had done – only by doing a scope procedure (which I have had done twice).

So, my mom emailed me monday morning reminding me to call an set up an appointment today. I was kinda surprised they got me in same day. Sure enough the Dr. thinks its the same thing. But, again, the only way to know or treat it is to have the scope procedure. Good news is they can tie my tubes while there so all isn’t lost if they don’t find anything (which I am believing they will find something!!). It couldn’t be worse timing considering EP hit the road at 3 am that very morning not to return for weeks. :-/

I need peace to make the right decisions during this time. When to have it? Now? After EP gets back? Where will the kids go? How long will I need help this time? What does this mean for my own travels to TN? I plan to spend the weekend in prayer of the right timing and details and I will have PEACE moving forward. Unless He tells me otherwise, I will have surgery next Friday, April 30th. (Funny, that’s my 6th wedding anniversary. Guess nothing says happy anniversary like making sure you can no longer reproduce! ha!).

I’m praying for victory, not healing. I firmly believe this is an attack from Satan. I believe that I am already healed by the stripes of Jesus (1 Peter 2:24 – by whose stripes you WERE healed. were – already done.). This attack is far more than physical. Being a good mother and wife is hard when you are battling physically. It also effects my finances, which in turn effects my mentality (more than I care to admit). This is exactly what I meant in THIS post. Stealing my health, finances, and well-being. I’m claiming VICTORY over this battle.

Please agree with me in prayer!! :)

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Off to the races

Okay, I’m not really “off” to the races.   

I live 5 miles from Texas Motor Speedway. TMS hosts two, yes, TWO, NASCAR races a year. That means twice a year race fans from all over descend upon my town andtake over. I’m not kidding in the slightest about take over…this is how race week goes for me.

* STORES: Normally the week before, you notice race paraphernalia in your grocery stores. Let me clarify, my local Wal-Mart has an entire section dedicated to race t-shirts, flags, etc…I don’t even really know what is in there I usually just walk right past it. Also my WM has racecars as decoration. I know this as SB shows them to me every.sticking.time I show there. Wal-Mart, naturally, decks out. Big huge banners saying “welcome race fans,” racks upon racks of race t-shirts and onsies…yes, onsies. Today, I almost bought a pink Dale, Jr race onsie just for fun. Also, the center aisles (you know between the food stuff and the clothes are stocked FULL of beer, soda, and chips. On race week even my really nice Tom Thumb starts putting out race stuff in the entryway. And Albertson’s has a tent set up out front so you can purchase all your NASCAR gear without having to enter the store. By Friday, you just avoid the stores. Period. They are packed. Even gas stations are full….Esp. the diesel lanes. I mean, you have to REALLY be needing something to get me to go to the store (WM especially). (Or you have to be super cheap – which I am – which is why I went to WM today jut to buy pine sol and Advil)

* SIGNS: Suddenly all down the highway and in front of every shopping center there are signs. “Last stop for 7-11″ “Race Fans Welcome.” “Bagged Ice 99cents” “Hot Fresh Donuts” etc..

* PUBLICITY: Okay, this is where I kinda start getting bothered by the race. Everywhere you go there is a display of a racecar and TONS of fans. Case in point, Thursday I sent EP to the store (Tom Thumb, I’m not cruel enough to send him to Wal-Mart). It took forever. He came home saying they were showing a car and there was a line across the building of fans. It was still there an hour later when I left to tan. Yesterday, same parking lot the AMP/National Guard car was parked in the same lot attracting MORE fans. Repeat scenario at Wal-Mart and Home Depot. I get it, but I get annoyed at the traffic.

* TRAFFIC: It starts on Monday. You start seeing all of the RVs at intersections. It’s kinda exciting to see the big semis roll into town…even for a non-race fan. I’ll never forget a year ago I was at a major intersection and four (2 per race team) passed, I got goose bumps. The rest of the week is just heavier traffic. Race day/days isn’t too bad. For one, you just have to work the system. Take your back roads, know when the race starts and stops, etc. My poor SIL lives less than a mile from the race. Now THAT is no fun. Oh, and you’ll never ever see more RVs and pickup trucks.

* FANS: Well, this is where race week gets interesting. Race fans are a whole different breed of people. Seriously. I’m not knockin’ on race fans, but you gotta admit, they are different (just like when we used to attend bodybuilding show – different culture). Take today for example, I was al Wal-Mart (because I am that cheap) and I’m trying to get past a homeless (no really) looking man. I say, “Excuse me.” His response, “It’s okay I saw your bright lights.” UHHH???? Ooookay. EP later explained that he was not talking about female anatomy but that you flash your brights to get around someone…wheew. Or yesterday when I was at Home Depot and a guy in t-shirt with cut off sleeves, mardi gras beads and a CUP OF BEER passes me….really?? Is that legal?? (By the way he bought a ladder, which I found funny). People have flags hanging off their cars and shoe polish supporting their drivers… even saw a guy selling his ticket on his car. And, man, these people are loyal. I was parked today next to fans from Nebraska!

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Mamaw – Grandma Lilly – Lillian

I figured I needed to post a little something about my Mamaw so I dug through all of my picture files to try to find something. In 7 years of photos (since I got a digital camera and iphoto) I have ONE picture of my grandmother. When I saw it I had to laugh.

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(2004 – my reception – Mamaw, Aunt Gloria, Mimi, Edwin -mimi’s boyfriend)

You see, Mamaw was a grouchy old lady. Its okay, she was, we said it plenty when she was living we can certainly say it now. The whole room could be sitting around the table laughing and she’d sit there with a scowl. She was on to us about everything growing up. In my head at this moment I can HEAR her saying/yelling, “kenneth!” to my daddy.

She was honestly one of the best cooks in the world. Fried chicken, biscuits, you name it southern food and this woman could do it right. And looking at her equipment you’d wonder how such a massive amount of good tasting food could be prepared for such crowd. And she was tiny! How did such a grease filled woman stay so tiny — I think I can see why Diva can eat all she wants and not gain weight!

Mamaw never learned to drive or swim. She worked at Montgomery Ward until they had to force her to quit. She loved my Papaw more than anything in this world. The devotion that her generation shows to their husbands as compared to my generation is amazing. Seriously, ladies, why don’t we treat out men like they did?? (Anyway, that’s a whole other blog isn’t it??)

The majority of my memories of mamaw including cooking, yelling, scowling or tooting. (Yup, I said it.) Then occasionally, OCCASIONALLY, you’d get her rolling. She had a beautiful laugh, even if I didn’t hear it enough (and very rarely after we lost Papaw 20 years ago).

I would say she will be great missed, but I think everyone knows she’s where she’s happiest….with Papaw….okay and I’m sure Jesus aint too bad either. {{BIG GRIN}}

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on the road….

Well, I’m blogging from the car somewhere between Dallas and Monroe, LA…. don’t you love Ecto? Anyway, I’m headed to Monroe to celebrate the life of my Mamaw.

On Tuesday morning I got a call that her condition had taken a turn for the worse over the weekend. I say a turn for the worse but really, it was just time. Mamaw hasn’t been good for awhile. In 2004, dementia had set in and we moved her into an assisted living facility. In 2006, I visited her there with my 9 month old SB and she had no idea who I was. She cried because she couldn’t remember and I cried because I knew she wouldn’t ever. This is when the grieving process began. You know, I think we mourn people as they begin to move away.

In 2008 EP, SB and I went to Monroe because I wanted SB to ‘meet’ his great grandmother. I was kinda shocked at the condition I found her in. Wheelchair bound, hardly able to speak or open her eyes…it was then that I prayed she go home soon. I know that sounds bad, but you don’t want to see family suffer. And not that she was suffering per se…just what kind of life is that??? That was 2 years ago.

So, needless to say, when I got the call Tuesday, I wasn’t shocked. But then began the waiting game. Every phone call or text the next three days I would wonder, is this it?? Thankfully, it didn’t take long. She peacefully went Home yesterday with my Aunt by her side.

I think this is one of those funerals where its a celebration and full of family memories. I’m looking so forward to sitting around with my cousins sharing fun stories and memories and laughing our silly heads off….because that’s what we do. We laugh. :)

After much deliberation, my family stayed home and I came with my parents and sister. I’m so happy that I did. This trip is usually about 4.5 hours but today its been almost SIX!!! There was traffic all around DFW so it took us almost an hour and a half to get to Forney! We hit rush hour in Shreveport, which wasn’t terrible. But THEN – somewhere near Grambling, we assume, a huge accident occurred and we had a 45 min (at least) detour off the interstate.

The original plan was that my family was going to follow my parents. The entire time we went through the traffic/rerouting/etc I kept thinking praise the Lord they didn’t come. If I had any doubts about the decision it was all cleared up.

Let me tell you how neat it is to be making this trek one more time with just the people who I made it with hundreds of times as a child. We have had more laughs….over the strangest things…its been wonderful. We even ran into a cousin in a rest stop bathroom in Tyler!! Talk about laughs. And although we are here for a usually sad occasion, I know these memories will last forever.

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It’s HIS Love

Happy Easter!

Song starts at the 2 min mark.


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The Real Face of Jesus

I just have to post this before I go to bed….

EP and I just watched The Real Face of Jesus on the History Channel. Until recently I had never heard of the Shroud of Turin…like, Wednesday. I think I had heard it mentioned but never compelled to research it. Thursday I looked at the Wikipedia definition and couldn’t really see it… Anyway, this program blew my mind. I thought, you know, they’d just show how they got to the image, but it was SO much more. I can’t even put into logical sentences all that I just learned, but let me tell you one thing- I have never been so, what’s the word, convinced scientifically?? I feel like that is an incorrect way of saying it as I don’t need to be convinced, but do you know what I’m saying???

The evidence around this shroud is amazing. Most specifically the unexplained lighted that caused the reverse image….I just, there are no words.

Of course, I’m sitting there floored and trying to talk to EP about it and his only response was, “of course.” No shock at all. I’m not shocked…well, yeah, I guess I am. It’s all so perfect and amazing.

I was already planning to read again the passion before going to bed tonight, but something tells me that tonight it will jump off the page.

I stand in AWE of my Savior. Every single thing He did was perfect and has purpose….including this shroud.

On another note, we really enjoyed making the cookies with SB before bed tonight. We really discussed each portion and, for a four year old, I was amazed at how well he understood. I was also so pleased that when EP was putting him to bed he requested to read “that story we just talked about.” What a sweet spirit developing in the boy. :)

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Easter Story Cookies

Begin this recipe on Saturday, the day before Easter.

1 cup whole pecans

1 teaspoon vinegar

3 egg whites

pinch salt

1 cup sugar

zipper baggie

wooden spoon or a wooden meat hammer

duct tape or packing tape

Bible

Preheat oven to 300*F. You must do this FIRST!!!!

Place pecans in zipper baggie and let children beat them with the wooden spoon or hammer to break them into small pieces.

Explain that after Jesus was arrested he was beaten by the Roman soldiers. Read John 19:1-3.

Let each child smell the vinegar. Put 1 teaspoon of vinegar into the mixing bowl.

Explain that when Jesus was thirsty on the cross he was given vinegar to drink. Read John 19:28-30.

Add egg whites to the vinegar. Eggs represent life.

Explain that Jesus gave his life to give us life. Read John 10:10-11.

Sprinkle a little salt into each child’s hand. Let them taste. Then put your pinch of salt in the bowl.

Explain that this represents the salty tears shed by Jesus’s followers, and the bitterness of our own sin. Read Luke 23:27

So far, the ingredients are not very appetizing! Add 1 cup sugar to the bowl.

Explain that the sweetest part of the story is that Jesus died because he loves us. He wants us to know and belong to him. Read Psalm 34:8 and John 3:16.

Beat with a mixer on high speed for 10 to 15 minutes until stiff peaks form.

Explain that the color white represents the purity in God’s eyes of those whose sins have been cleansed by Jesus. Read Isaiah 1:18 and John 3:1-3.

Fold in broken nuts. Drop by teaspoons onto wax paper covered cookie sheets.

Explain that each mound represents the rocky tomb where Jesus’s body was laid. Read Matthew 27:57-60.

Put the cookie sheet in the oven, close the door and turn the oven OFF. Give each child a piece of tape to seal the oven door.

Explain that Jesus’ tomb was sealed. Read Matthew 27:65-66.

Leave the kitchen. If you’ve been making these cookies just before bedtime, GO TO BED!

Acknowledge that the kids are probably sad that they’ve worked hard to make these cookies, and now have to leave them in the oven overnight. Explain that Jesus’ followers were in sad when Jesus died and the tomb was sealed. Read John 16:20 and 22.

On Easter morning, open the oven and give everyone a cookie. Ask the kids to notice the cracked surface. Have them bite into the cookies. The cookies are hollow!

Explain that on the first Easter morning, Jesus’ followers were amazed to find the tomb open and empty. Read Matthew 28:1-9.

HE HAS RISEN!

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the negotiator

we have a crew member i have yet to discuss in good detail: the negotiator.

the negotiator was born a year and a half after SB. SB didn’t really know what to make of him…

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By Christmas they were fighting over uncle tory’s attention.

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Then, SB suddenly decided he liked The Negotiator. (Guess he figured out TN wasn’t leaving)

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Soon, SB and The Negotiator became best buds. I guess that happens when you are together most of the week. Up until SB was 3 (so a year and a half) they both stayed at Nana’s while mommies worked. They also spent Sundays and Wednesdays in the church nursery together. And then there is the fact that The Negotiator’s Mama and I LOVE to hang out on her day’s off. We play outside at Nana’s, go to the Zoo, the rodeo, the park, the list goes on.

The Negotiator gets his name because he is just that, a negotiator. It’s hilarious. He will stretch you as far as he can. His favorite word for awhile was “I JUST” I just put it over there. I just touch this part. :) What ever we say he tried to put his spin on it.

These two boys are like brothers. They love like brothers….and they fight like brothers.

(waiting on Uncle Tory)
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Best Cousins Forever…..

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HAPPY THIRD BIRTHDAY NEGOTIATOR!!!!!!!!

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