Sunday, April 14, 2013

How many ways can you say "redneck"?

This, my friends, constitutes an emergency in the Blevins' household.


An empty pickled quail eggs' jar.

And no reserves in the pantry.

I will try almost any food.  Not pickled quail eggs.  I have to draw the line somewhere.

I will, however, use the jalapeno's left in the jar to top off my nachos. 


But only in an emergency.

Wednesday, April 03, 2013

Easter 2013

Easter has always been one of my favorite holidays.  Very little pressure and prep time, unlike Thanksgiving and Christmas.  And much calmer and less dangerous than 4th of July.  (Fireworks + Boys = Spastic Mom)

This year I had to be reminded the previous Sunday that it was actually one week away. Gone are the days of dying eggs, filling baskets and the obligatory new Easter clothes. So sad.  'Cause I really got into dressing my sons--until they finally dug in and said, "ENOUGH!"


Judging by the 2 missing teeth, I'd say Jeff was about 6.  Never a clothes horse, he would still appease me most of the time.   Like most great photographers I made sure to have the perfect background.  The Zenith console tv, right?  The Hardee's beverage cup. Wait!  We never had the money to eat out.  Oh yeah, I see my dad in the background. That explains it.


So that would make Jeremy about 8.  And apparently the Don Johnson look was in vogue.  He's been very particular about his clothes ever since.  Trista--you can thank me--or blame me--whatever.

I spent Easter weekend with my mate.  On the Gulf Coast.  It was warm. It was relaxing. And he cooked for me when we didn't eat out.  Perfect.


Friday, February 22, 2013

10th Day

Enough already.

I made it 10 days without TV.  That's more than one-fifth of the Lent season.  So maybe I'm four-fifths' failure or maybe I'm one-fifth holier.  But my best friends, Janet & Terry, said I could end it.  And the Bible says, "if two of you on earth agree about anything..."

Okay, I might have taken that a little out of context.


Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Day 8

Getting lots done today, because #1: It's my day off.  #2:  It's snowing.  #3:  No TV.


Looks like my camera survived the Coke Zero incident.  Yes! (fist pump)


Pretty.


Hope it's gone tomorrow.

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Not Even Missing TV...Seriously

Nearing the end of Day 7 of my TV fast.  Thirty-nine to go.  Not even watching the news, so if something historical goes down, will someone please clue me in?

Got home last night after a 4-day weekend in Houston.  Lauren has been "patiently" waiting for her turn to go see Papa.  Let me tell ya--everyone should spend 4 days with a 6-year old.  It is both exhausting AND rejuvenating!  Days of exploring and reading and crafts.  Nights of funky dance moves and Nana & Lauren's rendition of "I'm Gonna Make You Love Me."  I won't be able to listen to the BeeGees or Temptations again without fond memories of Neal, Lauren and Me dancing in an RV in our pj's.

The Dock




Bald eagles are nesting down the road from the RV Resort.  Last year they tracked them from Sand Springs.  Not kidding.
- Photography by Lauren Blevins

This is how Neal had to eat dinner the first night.  No, she's not sleeping, just snuggling.


Houston has an amazing Museum of Natural Science.

The butterfly sanctuary.





The Chocolate Bar


Kemah Boardwalk:

Of course she wants Papa to ride the carousel with her...

And Nana--the Ferris Wheel (how does she know I have a fear of heights?)


In some ways Lauren is so much like me....and in some ways not-so-much.  She is not shy, and talks pretty much non-stop.  Here's the friend she made at the airport in Houston, fresh back from Disneyworld--Lauren's biggest dream second to being a rock star.

Our flight was delayed a little and we didn't arrive in Tulsa until after 8:30 p.m.  The shuttle to the parking garage was packed, but similar to elevators, no one was talking.  Lauren couldn't stand it and said, "It sure is QUIET in here!"  and proceeded to ask the couple next to us all manner of personal questions.  We all knew each other quite well by the time we got to our cars.

We had a supercalifragilisticexpialidocious weekend.  Jacob, however, is still not speaking to me.

Thursday, February 14, 2013

2nd Day of Lent

I'm not sure if it's withdrawals, but I've had a headache all day.  But good news!  The internet says that there's no "fasting" on the Christian Sabbath, aka Sunday.  I had to do some major research to find that.  So maybe I won't have to wait til Easter to catch up on my shows. :)  Also read that the Archdiocese of New Orleans says that alligator is seafood.  So if you're giving up meat...things are starting to look up.

I emptied a third of a bottle of Coke Zero in my camera bag tonight.  Shoulda been watching TV.

Not only is today the 2nd day of Lent, it's also Valentine's Day.  Here's a picture of what my Valentine gave me:









That's right.  Nothing.

I got him the same thing.  We must be in love.


Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Ash Wednesday

I'm giving up TV for Lent.  Therefore, I am blogging.  Sadly, I'm not giving up DVR-ing, so I don't want to see any FB posts about who Sean proposes to, or who's the Biggest Loser.  I'll find out for myself after Easter, thank you very much.

My husband did some calculating and informed me that he puts in more hours of work per week than I do per month.  I think not.  Maybe he gets payed for more hours, but I don't think he's taking all things into consideration.  Today, I got our taxes together, met with the accountant, met with an insurance agent to get a better rate, went to the grocery store, the bank, the post office and the pharmacy.  Did 2 loads of laundry--folded and put away--picked the grandkids up from school, prepared 4 bowls of cereal for them, read two books (I Am a Monster and Spongebob and the Great Snail Race), colored two pages in the Giant Bug Coloring Book, found and printed an airport parking coupon for this weekend, made rental car reservations, and went to church.  I need to start logging my hours.

Speaking of work hours.  I'm gonna have to start working an extra hour a day just to pay for my gas to get there.  $3.49/gallon.  What????

So.  My first day with no TV.  Just 45 days to go.


Monday, February 11, 2013

Granddaughters are Grand

Gymnastics meets have begun.  And although it's not a gender-specific sport, it's one my boys never attempted.  So it's pretty fun to watch Lauren.  And she's really quite good.

Here are a few photos from her first two meets.

Haven't even started and she's practicing her salute.


Ready for the Vault

And there she goes!

So far, her best scores have been in this event.  9.3 both meets.


Unevens 


Floor



Original announcement put her 4th All-Around, but after further calculations, she was actually 5th.

Still...awesome.

Two weeks later.....

 Warm-up splits.  Which she forgot to do in her Floor Routine, resulting in a deduction. :(


Balance Beam
The gym wasn't set up well for spectators/photographers.  So I'll have to have a little talk with them about that.  Able to get a few on the balance beam.  

She fell off the beam once during the first meet.  But this time....

Nailed it! (High C singing voice.)



Fourth place again.  This time for real!

Jacob's pretty bored with the whole thing.

Me:  Hey Jacob, Lauren's getting ready to do her Floor routine.  Ya wanna watch her?
Jacob:  Nah.





Saturday, January 12, 2013

Resolution #3: Get Organized / Get Rid of Stuff

And by that, I mean throw away old receipts.  Like from April 27, 2010.  I'm serious.

This morning, I tackled two dresser drawers.  This stresses me out, 'cause I go through periods of tossing Hallmark cards, but when I start reading some that I've saved it makes me all sentimental and like, I'll never throw away an anniversary card ever again!

Which brings me to today's project.  I've had an envelope in my drawer for, ummm, about 23 years, give or take.  Inside are strips, bits and pieces of torn paper.  I'll never forget the day I tucked that envelope away.

It was around Mother's Day, and it was about the time my sweet oldest child transitioned from perfect child to Damien from The Omen.

I found the torn paper in his room and tried to fit some of the pieces together, but all I could make out was that it was a "Mother's Day Assignement" at school.  Suffice it to say, he was really ticked off at me that day.  And every day for the next eight years.

I vowed to "some day" piece the puzzle together and see what he had originally written.

So that's what I've been doing most of the morning.

Page 1:

Draw a picture of your mother.  (He drew me smiling, so that's good.)

Write a paragraph explaining how you can keep your own mother happy.  Always obeying her and doing what she tells you to do.

List three things you do that make Mother unhappy.  how could you solve each of these problems?
1.  Flushing the tolet.  Start flushing the tolet.  (I'm still really OCD about this.)
2.  Cleaning room.  Keep it clean.
3.  Not doing homework.  Doing it right when I get home. (Yeah, that never happened.)

Page 2:

Use your imagination to tell what would happen in your home if your mother...

...had a magic wand.  She would fix all her problems in one second.

...won a million dollars in a television contest.  Buy a mini van and a porsh.

...found a black kitten in a basket on the doorstep.  She would keep it.

...could take a trip to any place in the world she wanted to go.  She would go to Jamaca.

...had a chance to go to the moon.  She wouldn't go.  (Ya wanna bet?)

...baked a magic cake.  She would let all the family including her eat it.

...could buy you any present you'd like.  It would be an computer.

Page 3:

Write a paragraph telling something special about your mother.

She allways takes time to spend with my brother and I.  And always gives us nice gifts.
I love you mom!!!!!
xxxooooooooX

love, 
Jeremy

Jeremy turned 35 yesterday.  I hope to goodness he has learned to flush the toilet.

Tuesday, January 01, 2013

Breaking Resolution #1

New Year's Resolution #1:  Less Whining

That one's about to be broken right now.

Is there no end to football?

I actually like football.  I can get an awesome Sunday afternoon nap when the game's on.

But the "bowl season" just about does me in.  Forget any meaningful conversations with the hubster.  "Wonder who won the ______ Bowl?"  "What time does the ________ Bowl start?"  "When does OSU play?"  "Peterson just needs 9 more yards to beat the record."
I. Don't. Care.

Clueless.

Last night I enjoyed a brief hiatus since OKC Thunder was playing basketball. :)  I'll take what I can get.

On a positive note, I am keeping Resolution #2:  Take at least one photograph a day.





Friday, December 14, 2012

Dased and Confuzed

It's been exactly one month since I lost my mind.

Short version:

November 14, 2012

  • clicked on notification on FB from cousin - Carl Tipton
    • Recognized Carl, but the name "Tipton" just didn't compute (why would he change his name?)
    • Closed notification
  • "tried" to read a post by FB friend
    • massive jumble of letters (has she forgotten how to spell?)
    • tried sounding out words phonetically, i.e. a-ma-zon
      • nope, don't have a clue what that means
      • slam my computer shut
  • Neal calls from living room, "When did Frank Mitchell leave?"
    • Me: Who?
    • Neal: Frank Mitchell--Channel 8 weather man 
      • (who incidentally works out at our gym and has been "our weather guy" for umpteen years)
    • Me:  Frank......?
    • Neal:  MITCHELL--FRANK MITCHELL
    • Me:  That's not right........
  • Break down in hysterical tears
  • Neal wants to know what's wrong
    • Me:  I was trying to read something on.....you know....
    • Neal:  Facebook?
    • Me:  No.....you know.....
    • Neal:  Facebook!
    • Me:  No....face......
    • Neal:  Book!  Facebook!
    • Me:  No....that's not it.....
  • I give up and go to sleep on the couch
One MRI, one MRA, one Carotid Doppler, one CT Angiogram and thousands of dollars later--
  • my arteries have some plaque and stenosis but not "significant"
  • doctor goes back to original diagnosis of "complex migraine"
I get it.  Sort of.  A complex migraine can imitate a stroke.  But everything I've read indicates that the symptoms are gone within 24-48 hours.  I have been language-challenged for a month.  

The good news is--since my arteries are not as clogged as originally suspected, I can go back to my smoking, drinking, high-fat diet and slothful lifestyle.

Wednesday, November 07, 2012

A Word from God

This may sound pompous, or scary, or crazy to you.  I'm okay with that.

I'm pretty sure I heard from God this morning.

There.  I said it.  And I'm not taking it back.

As I was praying this morning, I talked to God about the election results.  I'm not an Obama fan.  Sorry.  I'm also not a Romney fan.  Sorry, again.  But I did vote, and although Oklahoma went my way, it wasn't enough.

So I was praying for our country, not only for our economic stability, but for Obama to seek God's will.  And in the middle of my inept rambling I heard myself pray this:  "God, I pray that Americans who believe in You and salvation through Your Son will have the loudest voices."  Oh my God!  (and I say that with utmost respect)

So now I just have to be open to opportunities that He gives me to be one of those voices.

"Meanwhile, the moment we get tired in the waiting, God's Spirit is right alongside helping us along.  If we don't know how or what to pray, it doesn't matter.  He does our praying in and for us, making prayer out of our wordless sighs, our aching groans."  Romans 8:26 The Message

Monday, October 15, 2012

Random Discoveries

Today I found Corpus Christi's Antique Row.

And I scored this sweet set of old hat boxes.




$82.50?  Really?  Obviously I'm not the only one who thought that was an outrageous price since it was in the 75% off room.  $20.63.  Oh yeah.


Then I found this under Neal's truck.


Anyone wanna "take a stab" at a caption?  I got nothin'.



Monday, October 08, 2012

Virtual Hunting

Stella can't keep up with the squirrels today.




Saturday, September 29, 2012

I Heart Paris


Eiffel Tower


From the bottom...

And from the top...




Notre Dame

Inside...



And out...

As you can see, it was raining most of the day.

Did we care?


We did not.

Arc De Triomphe


Weary travelers, the night before departure.
Paris Hilton
-- where I went to the Executive Lounge for a late night snack in my hotel slippers.  It was my turn to embarrass Janet.