I was living in Austin, a divorced mom of one very lively 3 year old. I moved there because I thought I wanted to pursue the career of my dreams and make a lot of money doing it. (I am still in training and development, just on a different level.)

We had only been living there for a week or two and I hadn’t learned my way around the city yet. Katie had already become accustomed to getting lost while driving in the car with me and was quite adept at spotting a place to turn around or an exit we could take to get back on track. She had become my navigator.

It was a dark, rainy night and we were meeting my new boss and his wife for dinner at a local Olive Garden. The wind and rains were so fierce that the power had been knocked out for several city blocks. I was driving at turtle speed with windshield wipers furiously flapping back and forth, my eyes glued on the road, watching for my turn. Katie was safely strapped in her carseat directly behind me, the only sound in the vehicle was the steady swish, swish of the windshield wipers.

Becoming increasingly frustrated at my lack of ability to see anything beyond 2 ft in front of me, I muttered out loud, “I can’t see SQUAT!”

Within a few minutes, I found the restaurant we were meeting my boss at and when I stopped the vehicle, I turned to see Katie with her little nose pressed against her window. When I inquired of her what she was doing, she simply replied, “I’m lookin’ for SQUAT!”

The postman isn’t the only one who shows up for work in the rain.

Coffee with God

A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got talking at a reunion and decided to go visit their old university professor, now retired. During their visit conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in their work and lives.

Offering his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups – porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some expensive, some exquisite – telling them to help themselves to the coffee.

When all the alumni had a cup of coffee in hand, the professor said, “Notice that all the nice looking, expensive cups were taken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress.

Be assured that the cup itself adds no quality to the coffee. In most cases it is just more expensive and in some cases even hides what we drink. What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the best cups… and then you began eyeing each other’s cups.
Now consider this: Life is the coffee; your job, money and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain Life. The type of cup one has does not define, nor change the quality of Life a person lives.

Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee God has provided us. The happiest people don’t have the best of everything. They just make the best of everything.”

God brews the coffee, not the cups… Enjoy your coffee!

Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. Spend time with God over your coffee.

The Day the Rabbit Died…

My best friend called me today to tell me she is pregnant. She is exactly 25 days younger than me, which makes her 37. And…she is not all that excited about having a baby when she already has a 16 year old and a 12 year old at home. She thought she was done with the late night feedings and the early morning diaper blowouts.

In a way, I can identify…I cried when I found out I was pregnant with Abby. It wasn’t tears of joy at first. It was tears of “Oh my, what have I gotten myself into now?” Overweight, out of shape, close to middle age tears. It was selfishness on my part…plain unadulterated selfishness. And then I remembered a day five years before when one of my babies went to Heaven.

I snapped out of my self-induced pity party almost instantly. And I wished I could take away those initial feelings of disappointment I had when I found out I was pregnant with Abby.

By the time we hung up, my friend was feeling better, even laughing. After all, middle age pregnancy is quite possible the only time you can wake up with a sleep-induced injury.

Call me….Supernanny!!!


You didn’t know I was once an Au Pair for a very wealthy family?
Why, I do declayuh. I certainly was. However, I was not of the same caliber as Jo is. She is much more friendly and patient than I was.

And tonight, I feel as though I’m reliving those days. I unwittingly agreed to watch my friend’s two daughters, ages 6 and 3-3/4 overnight whilst she and her husband escaped the city for a couple of days.

What do you get when you pair three of your own kids who act like complete tomboys with a pair of “girly-girls”?

Much shrieking and mayhem, that’s what.

“Shriek! He’s touching me!”

“Hey-ulp! She wants my paper doll!”

“Miss Kawen? Miss Kawen? Um…(giggle)…my momma says that when I get older I can marry AJ!”

Ugh. I’m just SO not used to this.
Twirling so our hair flies out 3 feet from our bodies (yes, it’s that long) and insisting on getting the “good spot” in front of the tv so you can watch the princess movie for the 26th time.

Don’t get me wrong – I teach my girls about manners and femininity and all that, but some folks just take it too far.

I’m just sayin’…

Don’t Mess With Texas…

Papa Lou was a County Deputy.
These were his boots.
He died before he ever knew his grandson.
AJ’s got some mighty big boots to fill.

Conundrums and other musical instruments

Well, it seems my musical mouth has gotten me into it again.

I was talking smack to my Regional Manager. He told me there was no way I could do it and I told him to watch me prove him wrong.

Now I find myself in a conundrum. You see, my responsibility for our team is recruiting, since I have background and experience in that. But this past week was a dry week and I didn’t meet with anyone who was interested in part time employment (they’re all happy with their current dead end jobs, thank-you-very-much) or earning extra income. Where are all these people at???

Am I going to have to resort to going to the mall???? Yikes, I hope not. You see, I believe that the best people for what we do are already working. They have hopes and dreams and goals and want to do MORE for their family and have MORE than they currently have. It takes a special kind of person to do what I do – someone who cares about someone other than themselves.

I’m on a crusade, of sorts. I am all about righting wrongs for people. My goal is ultimately to help others become debt free and financially independent. Get a gameplan and get on the road to their destination, if you will. I need three people by tonight. I’d better get on it.

Wish me luck, guys…there’s $100 cash in it for me tonight when I do it – this will pay for 1/2 of my mortgage loan license and I really neeed it. Aw heck…who am I kidding? Luck has nothing to do with it.

PRAY. I’m not above asking you…I need 3 people.

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