This Kid Gets Me


There are people that get you and then there are people that GET YOU. Mother’s Day started off innocently enough… I’m texting a friend and every time I type “you” my phone autocorrect to “you’re not my dad!!!” I show Matt and we get a great laugh out of it as I think to myself “stupid phone!” Then later in the day as I’m texting my hubby who was playing golf (his gift to me), I type “babe” and it autocorrects to “little hitler”… it was at this point that I knew someone had been messing with my phone. I slyly glance over at Matt who has an enormous grin on his handsome face and he says, “Now type ‘home’.” Which I did and an entire paragraph appeared on my phone spouting redneck drivel proclaiming that the south will rise again. Matt and I started laughing so hard we couldn’t stop. It was classic Matt because y’all, this kid gets me.

I really thought that was his entire Mother’s Day gift to me and seriously it was more than enough. Nothing makes me happier than stuff like that. (Obviously, the bar has been set very low and I’m easy to please!) So when I got up this morning and saw this, I knew this child had great insight in to my soul.


Here’s the thing, I love fun and funny with just a small bit of touching thrown in. Well played Matthew, well played. (Yes, that’s Riley Kate holding Matt’s thumb in the above photo.)


The Mind Is A Terrible Thing


Why is it that I can remember a list of verbs learned in the seventh grade (is be am are was were have had has do does did may might can could will would must) but struggle to remember why I walked in the other room? Maybe its because of all the reading I do, but for whatever reason, my brain likes to hold on to essentially useless things like the words to Billy Don’t Be A Hero or the theme song from Sigmund the Sea Monster (“He’s my friend and a whole lot more”…oh, don’t act like you’ve never heard of that show.)

I have the uncanny ability to remember things that don’t matter. My friends and family have always said I am the queen of useless knowledge and truth be told, they’re right. Sure every now and then it’s useful but more like a party trick most of the time. Hey, Mikey let’s see if she remembers (blank). Sometimes I wonder if that is the real reason my husband married me. So that if we were ever held at gunpoint unless we could remember the catch phrase from “Patch the Pony” movie from 1974 I could bail us out. (Again, don’t act like you don’t remember “Neigh, neigh from strangers stay away.”)

If only it could be really useful information that stuck in my brain like how to spell “onamonapia” (I had to google it and believe me that was most difficult since I couldn’t spell it.) Wouldn’t that be nice? But it’s not. It’s really random stuff like commercial jingles from the last century (Don’t give me that same old soda I want a rock and roller, I want a pop, pop, pop. I want a Shasta!) or all the words to “Babe I’m Leaving” from 1978. (I could even tell you who I danced to that song with… but I’ll spare you guys… and him the embarrassment.)

Who knows, maybe one day all this useless information will come in handy? There could always come a time when I am offered a million dollars if I can correctly identify Grant Goodeve as playing David Bradford on “Eight is Enough” or recite all the ingredients on a Big Mac (two all-beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions on a sesame seed bun) or heaven help us sing all the words to “Let’s Do It For Our Country” from Grease 2.

It’s a gift people. It’s. A. Gift.

We All Like To Talk


Shocking truth but like most women, I like to talk… a lot. Sometimes I don’t even really have anything to say but still I talk.

 Remember that Run DMC rap song from the 80’s

You talk too much   You never shut up   I said, “You talk too much”   Homeboy you never shut up

 You talk about people, you don’t even know   And you talk about places, you never go   You talk about your girl, from head to toe   I said, “Your mouth’s moving fast and your brain’s moving slow”

 I’m afraid I knew 10 girls who could have inspired that song. (After all the thriving metropolis of Carrollton GA was filled with fodder for rap stars in the late 80’s.) Anyway, I know for certain there are moments in my life when I am THAT PERSON. I’ve been chatting with someone before and I could tell the other person had checked out. It was SO tempting to just start spouting random nonsense. Did I start talking about the alien landing I had just witnessed? No, I wanted to…. but I didn’t.  Usually I just stop talking all together and mark that person off my friend list. (Ok, not really- I just wanted to.) The truth here was that I was most likely spouting random drivel and it was time for me to just… be… quiet.

 Hear me out, cause this is important stuff. When we are talking with another person we are being given an opportunity to get to know that person. To hear about likes, dislikes, habits, family, work, any number of things but unfortunately our tendency is to spend more time thinking about what we’re going to say next rather than hearing what is being said.

 On the other hand, everyone has THAT friend who is a really good listener and whenever something happens you can’t wait to talk with them. Why? Because you know that they care. God in His infinite wisdom showed me that being a good listener is a gift. You are saying to someone else “You matter to me and I want to know what you have to say.” It made me think about those I’m closest to. They’re the ones who listen to me when I need it and who I listen to when they need it. I tease my Ansley because there have been girl’s weekends when I only talked for 30 minutes the entire 3 days because she had so much to say! (I may exaggerate, I’m sure I talked for an hour) Funny part is those were some of my favorite weekends.

Don’t get me wrong, I still talk way too much (and I have friends that would wholeheartedly agree) but I try to remember in the crazy, busy, plugged in world we all need a good friend who listens more than she talks… most of the time anyway! Truth? We don’t all like to talk….we all like TO BE HEARD.

 “To answer before listening- that is folly and shame.” Proverbs 18:13

(Yes, yes I did…. I started with Run DMC and ended with scripture… BAM!!)