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Monday, March 23, 2009

Inner Peace

I have zero inner peace today. It was the first day back from Spring Break. Kids in school should mean peaceful calm, right . . . wrong.

I just started a second round of tutoring in St. Louis so I had 20 student folders to prepare. This includes grading each test, entering into the computer, creating a learning plan, and then getting the materials ready for each student.

Yes, the tests were UPS'd to me last Thursday, so in theory I had more than enough time to have them ready to overnight on Monday for tutoring on Tuesday. In my defense, Baby Girl had a stomach bug on Friday so I wasn't able to get anything done. I ended up grading them Saturday on the way to ride ATV's. I entered them into the computer Sunday evening after church and the T-Ball coaches meeting. That left everything else to be completed on Monday all before T-Ball practice at 3:00. Can you say, stressed out!

It took me until 2:45 to get all the student folders completed. Hubby ran it to UPS for me as I bolted for the school for practice. Practice was tough. First of all, the weather wasn't cooperating. The wind must have gust up to 40 mph. The girl's attention span was non-existent. My star player, Baby Girl. had a total bad attitude and showed it throughout the entire practice. One of my assistant coaches, Dad, was a no show and my other assistant coach, my hubby, was all-around frustrated with our team's progress. Did I mention, our team is made up of 10, five, six and seven year olds who have never played softball before.

I'm blogging when I should be figuring out how I'm gonna survive the rest of the week including sending emails to lead tutors in St. Louis for tomorrow, entering all the data into the district on-line system, tutoring in town this week, volunteering for state test prep at local school for next two weeks, complete a couple of state applications (1 due on Friday), teach Baby Girl to tie her shoes which according to the note sent home today will be tested on this week and show up on her report card Friday and attend Baby Girl's basketball tournament this week at school and T-Ball practice on Thursday.

On a positive note, we are under a Tornado Watch until midnight tonight and there's golf ball size hail just to the west of us.

A friend sent me the email below on inner peace ;

Dr Phil proclaims, 'The way to achieve inner peace is to finish all the things you have started and have never finished.' So, I looked around my house to see all the things I started and hadn't finished, and before the morning was over I finished off a bottle of White Zinfandel, a bottle of Bailey's Irish Cream, a package of Oreos, the remainder of my old Prozac prescription, the rest of the cheesecake, some Doritos, and a box of chocolates. You have no idea how freaking good I feel right now.

Sounds good to me, maybe I can find my inner peace in the fridge and pantry too.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Junk Email

I rarely forward junk email . . . I usually don't even read 'em. But lately, a few have caught my attention. Here's one, read and enjoy :-)


Two young boys walked into a pharmacy one day, picked out a box of tampons
and proceeded to the checkout counter.
The man at the counter asked the older boy, 'Son, how old are you?'
'Eight,' the boy replied.
The man continued, 'Do you know what these are used for?'
The boy replied, 'Not exactly, but they aren't for me.
They're for him. He's my brother. He's four.
We saw on TV that if you use these you would be able to swim and ride a bike.
Right now, he can't do either one.'

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Billy Joel / Elton John Concert

Mom works downtown where everyone's gearing up for the big concert including the churches.
She sent me this email a few minutes ago.

The Westover Baptist church will be demonstrating carrying signs which read "God Hates Fags". What is wrong with these people? Their key scripture is John 3:16

What idiots! Let's all make our own signs "God Hates Baptists" and join the protest.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Little Man

Tonight, the church where Baby Girl plays basketball hosted an end of the season banquet. We hung out eating hotdogs and hamburgers before we went to the sanctuary for the ceremony. As we grabbed a pew on the back row, hubby whispers "Here we go" as it begins. The kids former principal gives the message. I must say, if we had to sit through another "Come to Jesus" sermon, I'm glad it was him. He's so real, down to earth and very much respected in my book. In his message, he showed a video he created with his youth group. It started with 3 girls in a car, it wrecks, and they die. In the next scene they are standing before Peter and the pearly gates. In the end, two of the girl's names are found in the Book of Life and the third is not. She's then immediately grabbed by the Grim Reaper and taken to Hell. I just hate the whole fear factor approach to salvation. Little Man leaned over during the Come to Jesus Alter Call where I must say not in 3 long hymnal verses was even one person saved, and said, "Mom, I don't get it?" I put the talk off all the way home until bedtime stalling to find the right words. I'm not sure what all I said, but in the end we prayed and this is what he got out of tonight.

Out of the mouth of babes;


Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Shawndra Turner

When we found out that mom would battle colon cancer, I spent hours researching on-line. I found several blogs that provided so much information on what we would face. Shawndra and Michele were so inspiring, I have both their blogs listed on this page. Michele's blog is titled "After the Fight" which as you can gather means she beat it. Shawndra, I believe, is victorious as well just not in the physical sense as Michele. The last few posts on her blog have been heartbreaking. Please join me in prayer for Shawndra, Doug-her husband, little Ella-her daughter, and the rest of her family as they say their goodbyes.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009


The loud mouth in the corner's getting to me, talking 'bout my earrings and my hair. . . guess he ain't read the signs that say I've been to prison, someone oughta warn him before I knock him off his chair. . . cuz my long hair just can't cover up my redneck, I've won every fight I ever fought...

I've never been to prison or purposely knocked anyone off their chair, although I am known as a "loud mouth" at times. Sunday, I went to church and really connected with the message on "Repent, for the time of the Lord is at Hand."

When I think of Repent, I'm reminded of the church my family attended when I was young. It was a definite religious, holy-rolling church. Although my parents were faithful members, they did not buy into all the religious rules that went with the denomination. They made sure that my brother and I knew just where they stood but when members came to our house, they did close the doors of the entertainment system to hide the tv.

As far as I can remember, most of the crazy rules were directed at women. No jewelry but I think a watch was permissible, no make-up although the Assistant Pastor's Wife looked like a ghost covered in baby powder each Sunday, no pants for women but coolots (spelling?) were allowed, no haircuts for women although I swear some had wispy bangs, these were some rules to name a few.

Mom and Dad obeyed the rules at least around church folk. Reading this, you might think "hypocrite," but I think of it like the seat belt law. You might not wear the thing if given the choice but since it's law, you obey at least if there's a cop around.

Just got sidetracked, back to Repent. I can remember Friday Night Prayer Meetings when the church would get together and "repent" for "backsliding" through the week. With all the repenting and backsliding, It didn't seem like much was gained except maybe the blessed assurance of knowing Friday's prayer meeting was just a few days away to rescue you from your backsliding ways throughout the week.

With so much emphasis on getting right at the end of each week, I worried then and sometimes even now on whether I sufficiently repented for sin no matter how great or small so that if Jesus comes tomorrow I will be lifted into the great by and by with the rest of the saints. What if I didn't remember a sin done early in the week therefore it would never make it into the sea of forgetfullness. What if I sinned and didn't even realize it was a sin, what would happen then. Oh, and repent didn't mean just ask for forgiveness, from the way I remember alot of begging, pleading, and loud wailing had to commence before the elders would give the okay by rejoicing Hallelujahs and Song.

The message this past Sunday was on Repent meaning more about changing your focus rather than the above drama. Not to say that you shouldn't ask for forgiveness but there must be something more than the above cycle. I know I 've heard messages on repentance meaning change but they always seem to fade into the shadow of the alter call at the end of the service. Does this make any sense?

So, leaving church I realized just how much all the religious mumbo jumbo in my life really clouded Him and that although I wouldn't take nothing for my journey now . . . I want to see Him clearly . . . "as my personal savior Jesus Christ" . . . just couldn't help myself, the Halftime Preacher Saturday at Baby Girl's last Basketball game must have said my personal savior a gazillion times in the 10 minute plea for all us sinners to repent and be saved.

Now, what does the title of my blog Redneck and the opening paragraph which I must give credit is David Allen Coe's song Long Haired Redneck possibly the best country song ever written, have to do with my post on repent. Well, I left church ,like Obama entered office ,riding high on the message of change, went to Baby Girl's T-Ball practice, and after 1 hour of watching my daughter stuck in center field while all the coach's kids in the infield play ball, I was closer than ever before of knocking someones teeth down their throat. How do you like that for change.

I was literally shaken with anger and when I couldn't stand it one more minute, I lunged off the bleachers and forced myself to my car to wait out the rest of the practice otherwise I could not be responsible for the words out of mouth or the physical well-being of the 4 coaches on the field. I'm sounding pretty redneck, I know. After stewing over this for several hours, my friends advised me to give it a couple of practices and see what happens. Did I mention this was only the second practice, first practice on the softball field.

You know, when I get like this I don't stop calling friends for advice until I find the one who tells me what I want to hear. So Redneck, I know. But I finally found one friend with the right advice Sunday evening and by Monday morning, I have my own T-Ball Team, problem solved.

I guess Friday night you'll find me at the prayer meeting repenting and Saturday morning coaching T-Ball.

Tuesday, March 03, 2009

Got Music

Not sure if it adds or takes away but I read a blog that has music and kinda enjoy it.

You have contol over the boombox at the top of my blog. If you want to switch songs or stop the music all together, its' your choice.

Monday, March 02, 2009

My Cindy Lou Who

It's Dr. Seuss Week at the kid's school and today they were suppose to dress up as their favorite Dr. Seuss Character. Little Man says he's way too big for dress up, but it was right down Baby Girl's alley. I decided she'd be Cindy Lou Who mainly because the costume would be the easiest to pull off considering I didn't find out about it until Sunday night at 8:00.

Okay, for those of you not well versed in Dr. Seuss, Cindy Lou Who was in the book and movie, "How the Grinch Stole Christmas." Truthfully, I don't remember reading the book. I think we saw the movie but I'm not sure.

Anyway, here's what I found on-line, the inspiration for our last minute attempt at a costume.

She's cute, huh. Well, Check out my little Cindy Lou Who! Baby Girl gives a whole new definition to the word cute, if I do say so myself.

She'd made Dr. Seuss himself proud!
What do you think?