Thursday, July 10, 2014

Pay no attention to the police officers with assault rifles surrounding our home.

We were the talk of our neighborhood yesterday. 

Don't believe me? Check out our neighborhood Facebook group.

Yep. That was us.

I received a call at work from La Petite Belle. She said she thought she heard someone downstairs and it wasn't her sister or anyone who was supposed to be in the house.

K Belle had gone to a friend's house for a bit and La Petite Belle and a friend were home upstairs, starting to get ready for church.

As we were on the phone, she proceeded to tell me that she and her friend heard some loud banging downstairs, like someone banging on the door and windows and opening and shutting cabinet doors and drawers in the kitchen. The dogs were going berserk! She was convinced someone was inside the house.

She had followed our emergency protocol plan, which was any time an intruder might come in, go into our bedroom and then bathroom, lock both doors, call 911, and grab the gun.

Yep. She did it.

I told her to stay calm, after I had already called K Belle to hurry home to see what's up. Then, I told her it was probably not what she thought and she should put the gun away, which she had already put a fresh clip in. WARNING: To anyone who might want to break into our home, La Petite Belle will not hesitate to put a cap in your rear end or your head because she's actually a really good shot.

I knew K Belle was on her way and actually the friend's father was also on his way, but then I got a text from La Petite Belle saying K Belle had already called the police.


I called La Petite Belle again ... by this time she was crying and I could sense the fear in her voice. She was really terrified. Then she said, "I think I hear footsteps coming up the stairs."

Well ... that was it for me! I called 911. They had already received K Belle's call and the police were actually pulling up while I was talking to her.

They definitely wanted me to make sure La Petite Belle put the gun away, which she did. They surrounded the premises .. four of them ... with assault rifles. Nice visual for all the neighbors passing by. They checked all entries. Finally I was able to coerce La Petite Belle to go down with her friend to open the door for the police officers. They checked inside. All was clear. The only crime being committed was the condition of my dirty kitchen when the officers searched the home. Shameful and embarrassing!

I spoke with the police officer ... (they were awesome by the way and quick!) ... and he said he was glad they called and that we did the right thing. He also promised to patrol the area the next couple of days just in case there was someone banging on the doors and windows or trying to cause any trouble.

I had several mini-heart attacks throughout this experience. I was at work and not close enough to get there before the police. Generally, I feel like we live in a pretty safe neighborhood and obviously the neighbors all watch out for each other, as evidenced by the Facebook post. But, you just never know.

I did feel confident in my youngest's ability to follow protocol. She made sure the gun was ready to use if she needed it.

And, now I'm thinking we need to trade our two little dogs in for one big, ferocious dog ... well, except for Roxy Belle ... I love her so ... the other one ... ugh ... way harder for me to love ... anyone want a dog?

Now ... I'm ready for school to get started ... schedules and no more lazy days of summer nor possible intruders.

Monday, June 23, 2014


There was a time in my life, before I met Jesus, when I could simply discard a relationship as quickly as I had made it. It was easy.

I didn't trust people in the first place so I never gave my true self to anyone relationship-wise. My relationships were shallow ... superficial.

If I could keep them that way, then it was so easy to kick those people to the curb when they did something I didn't like or I disapproved of or when they wore out their welcome in my life.

When you keep people at arms length, you can take a step back easily. But, when you embrace people, it's much harder to let go.

Once I met Jesus, it was difficult to continue my view of people and relationships as being temporary and discardable. I had a hard time coming to grips with the fact that God wanted me to have relationships with people. And, not just relationships, but real friendships.

Now, as a woman, that can get tricky and hard because, as we all know, women are complicated. In one moment, you can celebrate friendship and relationship, but in the next question if you're even friends anymore. Drama.

I didn't even have a desire for lots of friendships in my life, even after I became a Christ-follower. So, I didn't. I was fine with it. I mean ... I could barely come up with four friends to be bridesmaids in my wedding. I had a couple ... two that were good friends from the get-go, and one that backed out, causing me to find a fill-in, and then there was a groomsman's wife. Yeah. Pitiful.

So, no joke. I just didn't have a whole lot of friends nor the desire to have more than the two I had. Then, I got busy. I got married, moved away, was in college, and started having babies anyway.

I also had a couple of difficult friendships, which then turned me off to the whole idea. And, these friendships caused me to revert back to the arms-length friendship idea.

But ... God began to work in my life in this area and my eyes were opened to the importance of friendship, not only in my life, but that my friendship could also be important in the life of someone else. I began to think that if I was feeling this way, there must be some other girls who felt the same.

About eight years ago, God impressed on me the need for friendship in my life. Real friendship. Not superficial junk. Ain't nobody got time for that!

So, I prayed.

But, I didn't stop there. I put a plan into action. I invited girls to a Bible study.

That's it.

The group changed over the years. Girls left the group and new girls came into the group.

But, one thing remained: Friendship.

One of the saddest parts about leaving my job months ago was realizing that this group that started so many years ago would not continue. It was something I'd have to leave behind and then just hope that our friendship would remain strong.

I've come to realize that these relationships are too important and I've invested too much to just discard them. So, what do we do? We try to make it work. We set up lunches, dinners, movie nights, birthday celebrations, whatever we can.

For true friendship to last the long haul, you have to be intentional about it.

Our pastor preached a great message this past weekend about this very subject. He said, "The greatest form of discipleship is friendship." It hit me hard. So true!

Who else will we share our lives, thoughts, struggles, fears, happiness with other than those whom we have real relationships with? Our friends are the ones who are and should be there for us throughout life's seasons, good and bad.

Sometimes we feel like we're going to burden a friend by letting them in on the fact that we're having a hard time. How ridiculous is this! {insert Dionne Warwick song lyric here .... That's what friends are for ...}

There's no point in having friends if we're not going to share ourselves and lives with them. Then they ARE those shallow, superficial relationships. No thanks.

If I'm going to invest all my years in a relationship, it needs to be for real. I mean ... come on ... life is too busy and time-consuming to waste energy on that.

Once I prayed that prayer so many years ago, not only has God given me some really, close, fantastic friendships within that Bible study group, but He's gone above and beyond ... like He typically does ... and has blessed me with three times that amount of friendships.

And, when I say friendships ... I mean real, true friends ... more than I can imagine.

My desire is to be more intentional in these relationships. Trust me ... I know it's hard. I work a full-time job. I have a family who I spend lots of time with. I am super-involved in church. And ... the biggest roadblock .. yes, here it is ... I'M TIRED.

Yes, it's hard. Finding time to spend with anyone is hard, but I will be more intentional in these relationships that are so important to me. The alternative is walking away, letting them go and letting them die. This is not what God desires for any of us.

I thank God that He's blessed me with so many good friends. I'm thankful for the different roles that these friends play in my life. My desire is to be a better friend and for my relationships to go even deeper.

And, if God desires to bring more friends into my life, I will be open to it, and not believe that I have enough friends. What a dumb idea! There's no such thing as having enough friends. Who said that, anyway? Duh.

God desires for us to influence the world. We can't do that when we put a halt to the amount of relationships we're open to.

I encourage you to be open to ALL that God has for you, including more relationships, more friendships. And, most of all, not to discard those that you've invested so much in. Work it out. Life is messy, but some things are easily cleaned up.

Words of wisdom from Winnie the Pooh ...

Tuesday, June 17, 2014


Y'all ... Summer is zooming by!

I have been to the pool two times. TWO! This is not enough, people. We are mid-June already. The girls go back to school in about eight weeks.

That's it! Unbelievable! And, then we're back to crack-of-dawn wake-ups and the dreaded homework checks.

And, to add insult to injury {what a horrible saying ... who insults the injured? Total jerks, that's who!} ... each of these girlies will be graduating next year. One from high school and one from 8th grade. My word! There will be lots to do and plan. This should help keep the crying to a minimum.

But ... yeah ... summer ...
Our summer is jam-packed with camps, activities, and events. We've all been busy.

But, I have a couple of goals:
1. Go to the pool more than two times.
2. Spend as much time with the girls as possible

That's all. 

Unfortunately, the girls are at that stage where they have this super-busy social schedule. And, then I'm accused of being "obsessed" or "addicted" to them because I want to spend time with them. Well, duh. Of course.

Beau and I actually have gotten quite a bit of alone time because the girls are so "busy." It's a tiny taste of what those days will be like when ... oh, you know ... I don't want to say it ... {tear}.

But, imagining a household without those two is kind of a downer.

La Petite Belle will soon get a taste of finally being the only child within the next year-and-a-half or so. You would think she'd be ecstatic, but I'm pretty sure she'll be sad without her sister here. This is the same child who never wants to leave home and wants to buy a house right next to us so that she can always be near us. While K Belle is on the other end of the spectrum and ready to hit the road and travel to one of the farthest places away ... Australia. 

Yeah ... so different.

K Belle is still job hunting. She babysits here and there and plays/sings at a couple of churches/camps and makes a little money. But, this girl needs something more. Australia is expensive. They are definitely proud of their koalas, kangaroos, and Vegemite. 

She's applied a couple of places, but, has high standards for places she'll actually work. No fast food for this girl. No grocery stores. No place she doesn't like. She's high-falutin. Whatever.

That's the down-low on life right now.

I mean ... there's a lot more ... a lot ... but ... let's wait on all that.

Let me just get through my #1 and #2 goals of summer for now.

Aw ... look at my girls at the pool so many summers ago ... {tear again} ...

Now ... you can find me at the pool this week ... well, when I'm not working or being a mommy/wife and all the other things I am ... geez ... I'll be at the pool at some point.

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Well this is awkward.

Two posts in a row with titles beginning with the word "well." I debated changing the title due to this fact. But, I like the word. It gives dramatic pause (well ......... ) or tells the reader/listener that you are about to give your opinion or valuable information (well .... you know ...).

This post is neither ... not dramatic, nor containing valuable information.

UNLESS you find yourself in a similar, peculiar situation ...

Like say you've found out that you are registered on a dating website.

Yeah. Awesome news for this happily married woman.

I began to receive notifications a few months back that so-and-so would like to meet me. I ignored them, thinking they were just spam and would go away.

But, it started to get out of hand.

I started receiving multiple messages and emails EVERY DAY & STILL receive them EVERY DAY.

First off ... I NEVER signed up for such a website. Duh. Beau said, "So you're thinking of dating other men?" It was a little awkward when I told him that someone signed me up for this site. He gave me that "sssssuuuuuure they did" look on his face and thought it was pretty funny.

Well it's not funny to me! AT ALL!

I have tried everything to get off of this site. Obviously whoever set me up did it from a different email and referenced only my email for notifications. I cannot log in to even try and delete this account.

This account was set up on a Monday morning around 8:00 am, where no one in my family was home and we were all accounted for at school or work. Maybe this is just a sick joke someone is trying to play on me, but it's not really funny. It's annoying.

#1 - If I were going to cheat on my husband, I definitely would NOT go to a dating website. What kind of idiot signs up for that thinking their spouse would not find out? That's just stupid. I would be way more discreet than that. (Of course, I wouldn't do it AT ALL, seeing as I am still madly in love with my stud muffin of a husband.)

#2 - My username ... 01FallinAngle86 ... ummmmm ... I would NEVER have selected such a ridiculous name, but if I had I would have at least spelled "angel" the right way. Obviously, this person was probably born in 1986 (just assuming) and did not do well in spelling.

And, now I am on a mission to get myself REMOVED from this site. I have emailed the site multiple times ... no reply. The site has no phone number - surprise, surprise. I have Facebook messaged the company ... again, no response.

I am ready to not get daily notifications from La_Country_Boy or SeaFox200 and all the others! I am NOT AVAILABLE, guys!

So ... Maybe y'all could help me? The site is Plenty of Fish -
They have Facebook here and Twitter here.

Think you could re-tweet or re-post this on their pages? That would be awesome!

You could title it: "She don't need no fish!" OR "Save my marriage!"

Please and thank you.

I mean ... look how in love we are ... Duh.

Monday, June 2, 2014

Well that was an experience.

K Belle and I headed to NOLA Saturday morning for her audition for The Voice.

There were a few kinks in getting there:
1. Leaving a little behind schedule

2. The inability of Racetrac to give me cash back, causing me to head elsewhere to get cash, putting us even more behind schedule

3. After being on the road for a little over an hour, we realized K Belle had left her driver's license at home, which she needed for the audition.

4. Waiting for almost an additional hour at the Love's Truck Stop, while Beau drove 85 mph, dodging traffic and a military caravan to get it to us ... this making us REALLY behind schedule, thinking we were going to miss our time

5. Driving through a torrential downpour to get to the audition and actually praying to God that I wouldn't get a ticket despite the fact that I was breaking the law ... yeah, that's good logic.

6. Parking. That's all. Just parking in NOLA at the Convention Center ... ending up in a shady, unattended lot, where some guy was relieving himself in the corner and thinking the lady character with him, who was giving me the evil eye, might break in my car and steal all our luggage

BUT ... we made it with about 10 minutes to spare.

The audition process was way less painful than I thought it was gonna be. This ain't no American Idol, y'all. This is for real.

It was very organized. The whole process took between 2 and 3 hours.

It was like a huge cattle call, though. I only got to go back with K Belle because she was a minor. No family or friends are allowed with those 18 or over.

After you go through multiple lines and rooms, you finally end up in an audition room, which includes one judge and 10 people.

Each person gets a turn to sing. They state their name, where they're from, and what they're going to sing. You get limited time ... one verse and once chorus of the song of your choice. That's it. It goes very quickly.

If you watch The Voice, you know they only have maybe 50 people who come through the show to audition. That's quite a cut from thousands auditioning in multiple cities.

I sat at the back of the room and observed each singer and thought about which ones I would bring back for a callback. There were some pretty awesome singers in K Belle's room. She was definitely one of the top 3 in the room. I predicted she and 2 others were going to get a callback. I mean ... I am a singer and know the difference between good singing and great singing. There was some great singing.

Let's put it this way ... I don't know a whole lot of singers that sing better than the 3 in that audition room. I definitely do not! 

I was pretty shocked when the judge said, "Unfortunately, I'm not going to call any of you back for a callback." Total silence. Weird.

So, if there were 3 amazing singers in just our room, how many more were in the other rooms who got passed on? Harsh.

K Belle said she wasn't expecting to get a callback. I don't think she knows how good she is. She was just ready to go eat and enjoy the rest of our time in NOLA. She didn't seem too disappointed and it was definitely a great experience for her.

I would say the highlight of the audition though was the last man to sing in her room ... a 70-something-year-old man who sang "Wrecking Ball." Yeah. It was definitely worth the wait.

We ended the night with sushi, teriyaki chicken, and, shopping, and, of course, walking over to the French Quarter for beignets and cafe' au lait. K Belle's words of wisdom, "There's never a wrong time for beignets." I do agree. Morning, noon, or night ... they're good anytime!

(I think I have posted at least 7 pictures of beignets on this blog.)

The most fun of all was just spending time with this jewel of a daughter.

And, there will probably be no next-year or the year after audition for anything. She's done with it. Too much waiting around, she says ... not worth it. 

Teenagers. So impatient. So dramatic. So ridiculous. Gotta love 'em!

Monday, May 19, 2014

Swiper, No Swiping.

Swiper, no swiping. Aw man ... Swiper swiped some of my little girl's childhood away.

That mean ol' Swiper.

For those of you who think I may have taken up recreational drugs and have not a clue of what I'm talking about, you obviously did not have young children in 2000 and beyond.

My youngest, La Petite Belle, was addicted to Dora, the Explorer. Swiper was a sneaky little fox who swiped stuff from Dora or others.

Brilliant concept, right? Who wouldn't love to hate a sneaky, masked fox who tromped around Mexico, chasing after a little girl and her monkey?

Every day ... day in ... day out ... it was Dora.

La Petite Belle had everything Dora, and the child even looked like Dora. What in the world?

Imagine the sadness that ensued when this girl brought her Dora downstairs that she'd had since she was just a toddler, to sell at our garage sale.

First of all ... no one would've bought this doll anyway. She was way too torn up. And, secondly, why would she ever want to give up such a treasure?

This doll has gone EVERYWHERE with us ... vacations, sleepovers, Nana's house, etc. She didn't leave home without her. Dora has slept beside her for a long time.

This made my little mama heart sad.

I don't just have one daughter growing up too fast. I have two. 

So, Mama took Dora from the garage sale and snuck her back home, where she will be washed and find her new home at the top of La Petite Belle's closet. 

Although she said she "really didn't need it" anymore, she'll thank me.

Let's not even talk about K Belle with her Winnie the Pooh, which she still sleeps with, and would probably fight tooth and nail if I ever tried to take it from her. Ah, the difference in your children makes life so interesting!

Wednesday, May 14, 2014


Apparently that's what I am.

At least according to my children ...

Well ... the youngest.

I texted her a simple text the other day. It was Friday and she was going to a friend's house to spend the night, which meant I saw her only that morning and would not see her again until later in the day on Saturday.

Just typing that makes me miss her and want to text her another text like this one.

I mean ... I think it was a pretty low-key mom text.

La Petite Belle claims that I am "addicted to" her and her sister.

I guess you could say that I am.

I think about them every day, probably every hour.

Is that obsessed?

If it is, then YES, I am obsessed with them.

I want to know what they're doing, what they're thinking, if they need me, if they're making wise decisions, what they're eating, who they're with, what their future holds, and how much I'll miss them when they're out of my house ... (cough, cough ... {tears} ... wailing and ugly cry).

I think my girls would like me to be less obsessed with them.
Yep. Not gonna happen.

This past Sunday, Mother's Day, I had a horrible thought that next year might be the last Mother's Day where K Belle is still living under my roof. (more cries and wails)

Scary and exciting times ahead.
But, until then ... let the obsession continue. And, little does La Petite Belle know that the obsession will only get stronger after her sister leaves and she's the ONLY child.