Friday, July 23, 2010

Procrastination and Inept Is Mama Grits

How to be horribly inept at accepting awards:
1) Live in the Land of Mama Grits where you never know what the day will bring or if you will even be able to log into your blog. Think kitchen renovation. No running water, stinkin toilets. Or, possessed computer, raging router.
2) Procrastinate for weeks on writing 14 things about yourself for two awards.
3) Eventually write only 7 things about yourself because there damn well aren't 14 things that anyone wants to know.

A few weeks ago two wonderful bloggers bestowed Land of Mama Grits with these lovely awards. Thank you Marieke from M For Mommy and Brook from B in Real Life ! Marieke is a wonderful mommy who faithfully comments here. She is quite talented and I am always impressed because she understands HTML!!! Brooke has a beautiful story and two huggable little girls. She loves the Lord and has a great spirit! Thank you ladies for these awards!




I believe I am to tell you seven things about myself for each award but.....a plumber is on his way to my home to connect the kitchen sink so I can quit washing dishes in the bathroom sink. Seven is all I can do folks!

1) I can be obsessive compulsive. About the arrangement of foods in the pantry and refrigerator. After 17 years of marriage my husband still seems oblivious to this and looks at me blankly when I say something like "Put it on the SNACK shelf."

2) On the flip side of being ocd about the fridge and pantry I could give a flying fig how the dishes are arranged in the dishwasher. I throw crap in there and slam the door shut as fast as I can. My rationale; it all comes out in the wash.

3) I read Amish fiction and torture my children by turning their barbies into Amish folk. This is difficult to do. Have you ever tried to make a barbie un-sexy???

4) I grew up on a farm. Cows. Chickens. A garden. A haunted farmhouse. Thought I was Laura Ingalls. Wore underwear on my head at night, pretending it was a bonnet. Don't judge - I was 6! I now live in a neighborhood where my kids ride their bikes on sidewalks and there are no howling wolves in the woods.

5) I met my husband 18 years ago at an after hours club in Houston called the Lizard Lounge. He asked me to dance and I said NO. I then turned back around, looked at him and said "Okay." He hasn't left my side since.

6) I can eat jalapenos on anything. Even for breakfast. This causes great intestinal stress but I keep eating them. My husband thinks I am a nutcase. (maybe that is another fact...)

7) The grand finale........I don't drink Merlot. It makes me horribly sick. I can drink small amounts of Pinot but watered down. I am a wuss. However I DO have a sign on my front door that says "No Whining Allowed!" It was even written about in the local newspaper when they did a story on our family years ago.

Hoo Whoo. Seven things and you have now clicked unsubscribe.

Happy Weekend Ya'll!




Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Eden's Light


Monday marked the one year anniversary of a beloved little girl's dance into heaven. Her name, Eden, was as beautiful as her sweet spirit.

The first time I met her she was sitting in her high chair and her eyes lit up when she realized there were visitors in her home. She raised her arms high into the air to be picked up and I felt myself falling in love with a tiny child who would leave the earth too soon.

It was risk - I knew loving Eden would someday cause my heart to break.

This is difficult to write. So much that I couldn't write about her for the past two days and tears come easily when I remember Eden. Tears of joy for knowing her and pain from missing her. She had her own unique personality, she was feisty, spunky, loved people, giving hugs. She loved experiencing new things and lived a wonderful life - five years worth. But you see..

Holding Eden was so much like holding my own Emma.

Eden and Emma both had the same rare syndrome. Eden's family live within driving distance of our family and after Emma passed away we met Eden and her family. It was bittersweet but we let ourselves fall, took her into our arms, loved her and came to adore her brother, mommy and daddy - knowing full well how the story would end.

One year ago, on July 19th Eden passed away while on a flight taking her family back home from a Cockayne syndrome conference. The shrill ringing of the phone woke me after midnight and I knew Eden was gone before Haylee, Eden's mom, said a word.

Haylee asked me to write something for Eden's funeral and I was honored to stand before Eden's family and friends and share what I saw in Eden. Eden was known for a little grimace she wore on her face at times and her endless spunk but it was the light surrounding her which drew people to her.

Eden's Light

Eden's life was light, love and truth personified. The Bible says "live as
children of light, for the fruit of the light consists in all goodness,
righteousness and truth."

During her life Eden taught us each of these things; goodness, righteousness
and truth. She was welcomed into this world by a family and friends who loved her unconditionally. She meant something different to each person who loved her. Eden's spirit was filled with strength, courage, spunk, curiosity, compassion and love. Everywhere Eden went she met people, absorbed them, studied them, reached up to touch their face and if you were lucky she would demand a hug. Her hugs, her touch and her sighs of contentment when being held were the way she showed her love for us. Eden was beautifully and wonderfully made by our Creator. Through her life the work of God was displayed. Eden taught us materialistic things are not important, how much money we have or the kind of home we live in -none of these mattered to Eden. To her, we were all equal and worthy of love. Faith, hope and love - love the greatest of these. Eden taught us with a love that easily poured out of her sweet spirit. When you held her you felt contentment and peace, this was God's love infused through her.

Eden was a tiny messenger sent to teach all who met her about love, faith and God's grace. When her work was complete, God asked her to return to Him. She left quietly, asking for nothing more than to be held, to give love and be loved.

The heavens sang with delight as Miss Eden entered through the beautiful gate. No longer sick she ran on legs full of life, strength and with arms outreached she fell into the embrace of our Lord. He enveloped her in an almighty hug and said
"Welcome to your forever home Eden, my faithful child."

Eden Elizabeth, it was an honor to know her, to hold her, love her, feel her embrace and absorb her love. She lived fully, loved deeply and will forever be remembered as a child of truth, light and love.

Cockayne syndrome is a rare, genetic disorder which causes advanced aging. As the disease advances it has devastating affects on children's health but it never takes away their sweet personalities. Eden had the most severe form of Cockayne as did her older brother, Ian.

To find out more about Cockayne syndrome click on Eden's photo below. This is one of the last pictures of Eden, taken at the Cockayne syndrome conference last summer. She has a tiny butterfly painted on her hand and her arms are wrapped around her daddy. Please keep Eden's family and all children with Cockayne in your prayers. Once you meet a child with Cockayne you never forget them.





Friday, July 16, 2010

Hey Asinine, get out of my week!

Typing too fast caused me to spell asinine "asininie" in my original post title. What an ass I am. What a week. In kindergarten my daughter's class had a "letter of the week" to teach them the alphabet. This week in my world the letter would be "A" for absurd. Asinine. Arsehole. Aghast. And on and on...

Bright and early Monday morning I took the kids to a new dentist. We left the house at 7:15 AM. AM. AM. In the middle of a thunderstorm. Lightening struck the garage as we were backing out. The kids and I looked at one another. Peyton suggested we run back in the house and forget about the dentist. I should have taken his advice.

Once we arrived at the dentist I began filling out paperwork. The tech came and got Peyton. I gave the front desk the papers and my insurance card. Waited 15 minutes. Then they called me up and said they didn't accept my insurance. Said they had never been paid a "dime" from my type of Blue Cross Blue Shield. WTF? Actually, they said they weren't a "preferred" provider like it was something they were really sorry about but I would have to pay the entire bill. I decided not to send Paige back and she THREW A FIT. In the middle of the waiting room. Threw a fit like a toddler. She started bawling, ran to the corner, yelled "MEAN MOMMY!" at me and promptly became all snotty and red/psycho faced.

People were staring. I felt like screaming too. I tried to diffuse the situation and said "Wow. I have never seen anyone be upset because they COULDN'T see the dentist." This pissed her off even more. She started screaming louder. I took her outside and tried to explain money and insurance and absurd preferred provider policies. Then I tossed that idea and told her I was very sorry but we would have to find another dentist for her and she could still get a toy. I ended up paying $200 that morning. I left there feeling ignorant and stupid for not checking if they were a preferred provider. I always check. Then I remembered when we got that insurance I checked dentists and there were over 10 pages and 200 dentists. There are tons of dentists in our area that take our insurance. Suddenly I realize when I made the appointment they asked me what type of insurance I had. They knew before I even set foot in the door! Absurd!

Later on that day I had to call the cable company to have them activate an outlet. I also have a non-working cable box and asked if they could have the tech bring a new one when he came to activate the outlet. The lady said "No ma'am. That would be a repair call, not a installation call. I can get someone there between the hours of
8am and 7pm to bring another box."

I said "But they only have to activate an outlet, not install one and there is nothing to repair, I need a new box in that room."

She replied "Sorry. They only carry a certain number of boxes on their trucks."

I gritted my teeth and said forget about it. I told her I would drive the 45 minutes to their freaking office to replace it. Asinine.

On a roll in the land of absurd I decided to call the phone company which provides our internet service.

After being on hold approximately half a day and saying my phone number 20 times, pushing various digits to be sent around the automated system, and repeatedly saying I would like ENGLISH not Spanish instructions I finally got a real live person on the phone.

"How can I help you?" he asked.

"I am having problems with my wireless internet. It only works when plugged directly into the computer. And that isn't wireless. You know?"

Phone company guy says "Oh, it must be your router and we don't work on that equipment because it doesn't belong to us."

"But, your company sent me the router."

"We can't work on it but I can send you to another department to help you!"

I sit on hold for another half a day. A perky girl answers and assures me she can help with all my router problems.

Then she says "Now, we have two different plans. One time and monthly. Which would you like?"

Huh? "What do you mean?" I asked her.

"Well, it will be a one time fee of $129 or you can pay a monthly fee of $30."

"Forget about it. I will figure out something else."

Finally, the week has ended with the insurance company. This weeks blue prize for asinine. A few months ago I resigned from my job and we got new insurance. Both are Blue Cross Blue Shield but different plans. This week I received a letter from the insurance company asking how my "other" insurance was going to pay for a recent doctor visit. I called BCBS and told them I didn't have "other" insurance.

The guy said "You don't have Empire Blue?"

I explained to him that was through my previous employer. He told me all claims would continue to be rejected until I could prove I DIDN'T have other insurance. I explained I had a letter from the company stating the ending date of my insurance. He said "No, that won't work. We need something from BCBS."

I said "But you are BCBS." At this point I knew it was ridiculous to argue with a guy from the insurance company.

It would be like arguing with the IRS.

He ended with "We will need something from the insurance company. You have to show us you don't have another insurance."

Feeling my teeth grinding down to bits I hung up the phone and began digging for the corporate number of the company I used to work for.

My wireless internet is still not working, the broken cable box is currently sitting in my car for probably another 6 months, I have scheduled Paige to go to a dentist who takes our insurance which doesn't pay a "dime", and am currently waiting for a letter from BCBS stating I no longer have insurance with them. When I receive it I will send it to another branch of BCBS so they can pay their portion of my claim.

Here's to the letter A. Also for the word "alcohol."


Friday, July 9, 2010

Dear Emma,


Nine years ago, on the sixth day of July you entered this world on the cusp of darkness and light. The pitch of your cry filled the air and immediately I knew.

You would leave the earth before me.

In that fleeting moment as I looked at your fury filled face – my flesh, my thoughts, and my future bent around your existence.

Filling your life with laughter became our family’s mission. Working to teach you new things, show you the world, watching you light up when, after months and months of work you accomplished milestones which came easy to other children. We delighted in your smiles which lasted through your darkest days. We carried you every day of your life because your legs were too weak - yet you taught us strength. After you left we came to realize...

You were carrying us all along.

Emma, I know you are dancing in heaven on legs which never cooperated here on earth. Your eyes no longer are filled with darkness and shadows but see clearly the beauty of God’s work. Your ears have no need for hearing aids; they reverberate with the songs of angels.

You are able to eat without a tube going into your tummy. Your lungs work perfectly and there is no need for oxygen tanks.

On earth I hugged, rocked, sang and prayed over you to keep your pain at bay. But still, you cried a mournful song as your body grew weaker.

Now, your eyes will never again shed a tear.

Emma I miss you every day but would never again ask you to return.
I would never want to take away the peace you are now experiencing.

Instead I will continue to celebrate your birthdays here on earth with your daddy, brother and sister until the day we see you again knowing love will never die. I will celebrate the beauty which was your life. The laughter we shared, the hugs, your smiles and the lessons you brought to us. That life is worth living - no matter how long or short. Family and faith are more important that materialistic belongings. To celebrate the small things in life because sometimes, these are the most important.

You taught us life is about the journey and each long stretch of highway in solitude, each unpredictable hairpin curve is part of our growth – it is not the ending but the journey itself which teaches us life's lessons.

Happy Birthday Emma. You taught us well.

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Strange but funny google searches

Some interesting searches which landed folks in the
Land of Mama Grits.

1.Giada's boobs
2.Amish barbie
3.Sexy Amish (seriously???)
4.Poophead names kids call each other (huh?)
5.Has Giada had lipo

There were a few others I simply can't post. But they involve Giada, grits and various parts of her body. Holy jalepeno. She is one googled gal.


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