Only a portion of the blog title is an actual book title. An actual book that I was made to read in the 11th grade by my mother who was also my English teacher. Lord knows I would have never read it otherwise. I personally did not enjoy the book and I am a fan of literature, however there is always a funny story to be told so let me begin…
As the book review of Silas Marner began in preparation for the next days test my mother stood in front of the classroom and asked the question, “Does any one know why Silas enters a trance like state?” (I honestly think she asked the question to see just how many of her students had actually read the book.) There was a pause… Hey, I wasn’t raising my hand. (My answer was, he was epileptic. I don’t know if this was the correct answer, but hey it beat what was about to be said.) The mean girl raises her hand and states rather matter of fact, “He was demon possessed.” Now I don’t know whether you, the reader just scratched your head or laughed out loud, but let me tell you I wanted to laugh… I personally don’t know how my mother kept from laughing. God bless her…
The rather odd thing was NO ONE but me found this statement of “fact” to be the least bit odd. I wonder what the mean girl would have assumed had she known the author, George Eliot, was actually a woman? One can only imagine. Luckily for her she graduated high school in spite of Silas Marner and now has a job selling things.
Close your mouth. The blog had ended.
Carter Ryan
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Sweet 16...
Today, September 20th, 2010, marks the sixteenth anniversary of the day Eric and I began dating. Wow, that is half of my lifetime! I remember the day very well and I will save the mushy recollection for my grandchildren.
I honestly cannot believe that it has been 16 years. It really feels like yesterday. Well, maybe not yesterday. I mean there are two 18th birthdays, two high school graduations, 14 years of marriage (almost) and six kids worked in there. A long with his military career of 14 years (almost), three different state moves, multiple family births and deaths, a separation and countless other details. So, I guess it has been a long time since that skinny boy wearing a Stussy ball cap stood on my porch with a piece of grass in his mouth, (You know the kind that you chew as a kid here in Texas.), and asked me to go for a ride. Yes, it has been a ride! Funny that he put it exactly that way.
Life is truly like a roller coaster as are relationships. You go up, you go down, you spin around, you wait for the bottom to drop out from under you and you go again. There is joy and pain and sometimes you want to get off the roller coaster and never get back on but that is when being stubborn and hard headed work to your advantage.
I can’t imagine what my life would be without the happenings of 16 years ago and I really do not want to. No matter what I know that there is someone in my corner, someone who has my back, someone who loves me in spite of my countless flaws and the specific incident with the rice krispies.
As we prepare for our next turn on the roller coaster I look forward to what the future holds. May it be bright and filled with more joy and love than any two people deserve.
I honestly cannot believe that it has been 16 years. It really feels like yesterday. Well, maybe not yesterday. I mean there are two 18th birthdays, two high school graduations, 14 years of marriage (almost) and six kids worked in there. A long with his military career of 14 years (almost), three different state moves, multiple family births and deaths, a separation and countless other details. So, I guess it has been a long time since that skinny boy wearing a Stussy ball cap stood on my porch with a piece of grass in his mouth, (You know the kind that you chew as a kid here in Texas.), and asked me to go for a ride. Yes, it has been a ride! Funny that he put it exactly that way.
Life is truly like a roller coaster as are relationships. You go up, you go down, you spin around, you wait for the bottom to drop out from under you and you go again. There is joy and pain and sometimes you want to get off the roller coaster and never get back on but that is when being stubborn and hard headed work to your advantage.
I can’t imagine what my life would be without the happenings of 16 years ago and I really do not want to. No matter what I know that there is someone in my corner, someone who has my back, someone who loves me in spite of my countless flaws and the specific incident with the rice krispies.
As we prepare for our next turn on the roller coaster I look forward to what the future holds. May it be bright and filled with more joy and love than any two people deserve.
A Letter to Carter...
29 July 2010
A Letter to Carter…
My dear, sweet baby Carter,
I hope you know how excited and anxious I am to finally meet you. I have been counting down the days for a very long time in anticipation. Your birthday just can’t get here soon enough for me. For more reasons than one. Everyone in our home is buzzing, but especially your oldest brother Elan. (Once you get to know E you will hold this in your heart closely because you will realize this is really out of character for him.)
I hope that you aren’t counting on being brought home to a clean or quiet house because I’ll let you know right now that is not going to happen. There will be dust, clutter, dirty laundry and dishes, little and big fingerprints, constant noise and plenty of chaos. You are the youngest brother of six. In the future though you will be glad because life is never boring and you my sweet boy will never be alone.
I will apologize to you now if you are accidentally dropped, have your face screamed in, are woken continuously from naps, have postponed feedings or are loved too roughly. Just always remember you are loved. Whether you have memories or scars to show for it remains to be seen.
I have a lot of hopes for you little one. My hopes for you are that you grow up to be strong in mind and spirit, loyal, kind and tenderhearted. That you live for God and no one else. I wouldn’t mind though if you were musically inclined and had the voice of an angel and also grow up loving the sport of baseball. Most of all I hope you always remember how much you are loved, cherished and adored at all times.
You were a surprise. A wonderful surprise. One that I cannot imagine having not experienced as I type you this letter. You will complete our family and make us stronger as a unit.
Always remember that I love you no matter what. You are my son. You are my pride and joy. You are one of the greatest loves of my life and I will cherish you always.
Love,
Mom
A Letter to Carter…
My dear, sweet baby Carter,
I hope you know how excited and anxious I am to finally meet you. I have been counting down the days for a very long time in anticipation. Your birthday just can’t get here soon enough for me. For more reasons than one. Everyone in our home is buzzing, but especially your oldest brother Elan. (Once you get to know E you will hold this in your heart closely because you will realize this is really out of character for him.)
I hope that you aren’t counting on being brought home to a clean or quiet house because I’ll let you know right now that is not going to happen. There will be dust, clutter, dirty laundry and dishes, little and big fingerprints, constant noise and plenty of chaos. You are the youngest brother of six. In the future though you will be glad because life is never boring and you my sweet boy will never be alone.
I will apologize to you now if you are accidentally dropped, have your face screamed in, are woken continuously from naps, have postponed feedings or are loved too roughly. Just always remember you are loved. Whether you have memories or scars to show for it remains to be seen.
I have a lot of hopes for you little one. My hopes for you are that you grow up to be strong in mind and spirit, loyal, kind and tenderhearted. That you live for God and no one else. I wouldn’t mind though if you were musically inclined and had the voice of an angel and also grow up loving the sport of baseball. Most of all I hope you always remember how much you are loved, cherished and adored at all times.
You were a surprise. A wonderful surprise. One that I cannot imagine having not experienced as I type you this letter. You will complete our family and make us stronger as a unit.
Always remember that I love you no matter what. You are my son. You are my pride and joy. You are one of the greatest loves of my life and I will cherish you always.
Love,
Mom
Happy 11th Birthday Erica Kayt!
Eleven years ago today I gave birth to a nine pound two ounce bundle of joy that I was not expecting, a baby girl, Erica Kayt. On the eve of her birth never would I have imagined how my life would change in a matter of twenty-four hours and all for the better.
As the mother of four sons and a daughter I can honestly say that there is something different in having a daughter. It is almost as if you have an extension of yourself living outside of your body. Not that it is not the same feeling with the boys, but it is different. More complex. In good ways and in bad. As a mother to a daughter you are her rock, you are her protector, and most of all, you are what she will model her life around. The latter is some task for not only mother, but daughter as well. Boys believe that their mothers can do no wrong. They protect you. Whereas with girls they have subtle ways of showing you what is and is not so good about yourself. A daughter is the reflection of her mother.
I will never forget after two hours of hard pushing the doctor holding a baby in her arms saying , “It is a girl!” The look on Eric’s face was well worth all the hard labor. It was as if he had been handed all the money in the world. (We went in under the guidelines we would be delivering our second son…) God had very different plans and as well all know His plans are the best plans. As Eric’s tears began to flow and excitement busted from the seams of his clothes I laid there in shock, fear, love and anticipation of what was to come. I was now the mother of a daughter.
I was blessed. Erica Kayt born an old soul was undoubtedly the easiest baby in the history of the universe. Rarely cried, rarely had a sniffle, rarely needed anything I was too tired or preoccupied to give. She began taking care of me and my needs long before she even knew how. Her elf-like little features, chubby body, and contagious smile made me so proud. She was as unique then as she is now.
Erica crawled at four months, walked at seven months, talked in complete sentences not too long after beginning to walk. She was most definitely on a mission. Erica was Elan’s confidant, playmate, protector, the apple of her daddy’s eye, and even at such a young age she was my rock and a safe place for me to lay my head.
Through the years Erica has made me proud. She is a risk taker. She is never afraid to put herself out there and try something new and well outside of her comfort zone. Erica exudes the confidence and determination that it takes to be successful. She truly is a joy.
As the years have passed, memories have faded, and pictures lay in their respectful homes it has been easy for me to forget over the past eleven years just how truly fortunate I became on that hot Colorado day in 1999. Erica Kayt, I love you. You are the strength of this family. You are not only my rock, but as well your Dad’s and your four, almost five brothers. God designed this family with you in mind and at the heart sweet girl. Each of us love and cherish you as a valuable possession.
Happy 11th Birthday Erica Kayt! My love for you cannot be expressed with enough words…
Jeremiah 29:11 For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.
As the mother of four sons and a daughter I can honestly say that there is something different in having a daughter. It is almost as if you have an extension of yourself living outside of your body. Not that it is not the same feeling with the boys, but it is different. More complex. In good ways and in bad. As a mother to a daughter you are her rock, you are her protector, and most of all, you are what she will model her life around. The latter is some task for not only mother, but daughter as well. Boys believe that their mothers can do no wrong. They protect you. Whereas with girls they have subtle ways of showing you what is and is not so good about yourself. A daughter is the reflection of her mother.
I will never forget after two hours of hard pushing the doctor holding a baby in her arms saying , “It is a girl!” The look on Eric’s face was well worth all the hard labor. It was as if he had been handed all the money in the world. (We went in under the guidelines we would be delivering our second son…) God had very different plans and as well all know His plans are the best plans. As Eric’s tears began to flow and excitement busted from the seams of his clothes I laid there in shock, fear, love and anticipation of what was to come. I was now the mother of a daughter.
I was blessed. Erica Kayt born an old soul was undoubtedly the easiest baby in the history of the universe. Rarely cried, rarely had a sniffle, rarely needed anything I was too tired or preoccupied to give. She began taking care of me and my needs long before she even knew how. Her elf-like little features, chubby body, and contagious smile made me so proud. She was as unique then as she is now.
Erica crawled at four months, walked at seven months, talked in complete sentences not too long after beginning to walk. She was most definitely on a mission. Erica was Elan’s confidant, playmate, protector, the apple of her daddy’s eye, and even at such a young age she was my rock and a safe place for me to lay my head.
Through the years Erica has made me proud. She is a risk taker. She is never afraid to put herself out there and try something new and well outside of her comfort zone. Erica exudes the confidence and determination that it takes to be successful. She truly is a joy.
As the years have passed, memories have faded, and pictures lay in their respectful homes it has been easy for me to forget over the past eleven years just how truly fortunate I became on that hot Colorado day in 1999. Erica Kayt, I love you. You are the strength of this family. You are not only my rock, but as well your Dad’s and your four, almost five brothers. God designed this family with you in mind and at the heart sweet girl. Each of us love and cherish you as a valuable possession.
Happy 11th Birthday Erica Kayt! My love for you cannot be expressed with enough words…
Jeremiah 29:11 For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.
Lessons Learned
So apparently at 30something years old I am still learning lessons, especially ones in patience. Not my strongest virtue I might add. So I have taken to chronicling them.
LESSON NUMBER ONE; When your child (or husband) decides that they would like to purchase a pet PROTEST and A LOT… I am NOT a “pet person.” I have five, almost six kids, I don’t have time for picking up or cleaning up after other creatures. Especially ones that require more attention than children. Totally not my thing. Yet guess who was cleaning out a ferret & guinea pig cage at 8 last night? Me! Yep, that is right. (Erica helped. Poor girl was bleeding from having her head bit off so many times and for that I am truly sorry. I am not sorry for refusing to cook any form of a meal last night though.) Point is, they are NOT our pets and well if you want something done and done correctly you often have to shut your mouth, smile and just do it or put your foot down in PetCo. (That doesn’t mean I did not shut the door harder than necessary on more than one occasion and mumble several things under my breath and cry from exhaustion later, but next time I will remember to do it at the appropriate time, IN PETCO.)
LESSON NUMBER TWO; It is often best just to shut your mouth and let the other person have the last word. As difficult as it is for someone like me it is best. The last word often is the only thing the person has left. Be gracious, let them have it. In the end you truly do feel better for being the bigger person and just letting it go. Arguing is not as fun as it once was. Apparently I am getting older.
LESSON NUMBER THREE; Do not drink a double shot espresso after not having large amounts of caffeine for any lengthy period of time. I think I now have some sort of idea what it is like to either be tweeking from crystal meth or having withdrawal symptoms. Not fun… By the end of the day I was a complete emotional mess.
LESSON NUMBER FOUR; As ridiculous as you may find your mother from time to time her intuition never fails. So when she says, something is not right… LISTEN. You will save yourself and others a lot of heartache. (No Mom, I don’t find you ridiculous.)
LESSON NUMBER FIVE; DO NOT under any circumstances schedule three appointments for one day especially when you know one drains you of all your senses.
LESSON NUMBER SIX; Don’t listen to others when they tell you to rest and nap as much as possible when an impending birth is near. I spent, get this, 6 hours cleaning two rooms yesterday and they are still not up to my liking. You are the only person who knows you. So, if clutter, dust, dirt and grime make you a nervous wreck stay on top of the madness before it becomes beyond your control.
FINAL LESSON: SEVEN; Be quick to see the blessing! I know shocker after my previous statements. After a hard week, somewhat self inflicted, I felt hurt, betrayed, used, abused, pretty much just down about life and people. Then I opened my eyes. I had a Sally Field moment. There are people that love me, really love me. And why? Because I am me. And you know what? That is good enough.
LESSON NUMBER ONE; When your child (or husband) decides that they would like to purchase a pet PROTEST and A LOT… I am NOT a “pet person.” I have five, almost six kids, I don’t have time for picking up or cleaning up after other creatures. Especially ones that require more attention than children. Totally not my thing. Yet guess who was cleaning out a ferret & guinea pig cage at 8 last night? Me! Yep, that is right. (Erica helped. Poor girl was bleeding from having her head bit off so many times and for that I am truly sorry. I am not sorry for refusing to cook any form of a meal last night though.) Point is, they are NOT our pets and well if you want something done and done correctly you often have to shut your mouth, smile and just do it or put your foot down in PetCo. (That doesn’t mean I did not shut the door harder than necessary on more than one occasion and mumble several things under my breath and cry from exhaustion later, but next time I will remember to do it at the appropriate time, IN PETCO.)
LESSON NUMBER TWO; It is often best just to shut your mouth and let the other person have the last word. As difficult as it is for someone like me it is best. The last word often is the only thing the person has left. Be gracious, let them have it. In the end you truly do feel better for being the bigger person and just letting it go. Arguing is not as fun as it once was. Apparently I am getting older.
LESSON NUMBER THREE; Do not drink a double shot espresso after not having large amounts of caffeine for any lengthy period of time. I think I now have some sort of idea what it is like to either be tweeking from crystal meth or having withdrawal symptoms. Not fun… By the end of the day I was a complete emotional mess.
LESSON NUMBER FOUR; As ridiculous as you may find your mother from time to time her intuition never fails. So when she says, something is not right… LISTEN. You will save yourself and others a lot of heartache. (No Mom, I don’t find you ridiculous.)
LESSON NUMBER FIVE; DO NOT under any circumstances schedule three appointments for one day especially when you know one drains you of all your senses.
LESSON NUMBER SIX; Don’t listen to others when they tell you to rest and nap as much as possible when an impending birth is near. I spent, get this, 6 hours cleaning two rooms yesterday and they are still not up to my liking. You are the only person who knows you. So, if clutter, dust, dirt and grime make you a nervous wreck stay on top of the madness before it becomes beyond your control.
FINAL LESSON: SEVEN; Be quick to see the blessing! I know shocker after my previous statements. After a hard week, somewhat self inflicted, I felt hurt, betrayed, used, abused, pretty much just down about life and people. Then I opened my eyes. I had a Sally Field moment. There are people that love me, really love me. And why? Because I am me. And you know what? That is good enough.
A Birthday Blog for My Little Sister, Kristy...
Twenty-eight, not twenty-nine years ago today, July 18th, 1982, a Sunday, God completed my parents and our family with a daughter and a sister for Jennifer and I, Kristy Lynn. While a lot of time has passed I remember that day and the days that followed somewhat. Most clearly I remember going to the hospital with my PaPa and MaMa and my Dad showing my younger sister and I through the window the new baby who laid in a special bed with special lights and was to this day the biggest baby I have ever seen. I also remember Dad having her name written on a piece of white paper in perfect script. It would be Kristy with a K and a Y. (Not to be confused with Christy.) Perfect.
It was several days, (What seemed like an eternity.), before Mom and the new baby made it home. I remember the excitement. I mean, hello, her “belly button,” (umbilical cord stub), fell off her first day at home and couldn’t be found. I even went outside to investigate. It wasn’t there. This was going to be fun! A new sister, a new friend, a new partner in crime…
With our family now complete days passed and things happened. This child was different. She created more excitement, (Read terror and drama.), in her first few years than either Jennifer or I. Let’s see, she fell out of a window, lost a tooth, pushed a “friendship” bead so far up her nose it required surgery, had the Roto-Rooter man at our house at least once a month, and the list could go on and all before she was even two. What did we do before her? I am certain that life was boring.
Over the course of my childhood I watched that chubby little doll like being evolve from someone with a lisp, (Remember the missing tooth? It didn’t grow back until she was about 7.), who adored all things Barbie and the latest Disney movie, into the most caring and compassionate person I have ever had the great fortune of knowing. Kristy is that person who extends her hand and opens her heart to anyone. She is someone you would want your child to grow up and be like. With her character is king.
As the days of my childhood and adolescence came to an end I would lie awake at night and cry. She was the person I did not want to leave. She was the person after having left my heart would long for. I guess I can simply say, she is my person. She knows every single detail of my life, the good, the bad, and the ugly and still holds her arms open wide and loves me in spite of my many flaws. She is the person I would entrust my children to. She is the person I wish I could be in a lot of ways.
Happy Birthday my dear, sweet Kristy… I love you more than words could ever begin to express. You are a source of continual joy. I am so blessed to call you my sister.
It was several days, (What seemed like an eternity.), before Mom and the new baby made it home. I remember the excitement. I mean, hello, her “belly button,” (umbilical cord stub), fell off her first day at home and couldn’t be found. I even went outside to investigate. It wasn’t there. This was going to be fun! A new sister, a new friend, a new partner in crime…
With our family now complete days passed and things happened. This child was different. She created more excitement, (Read terror and drama.), in her first few years than either Jennifer or I. Let’s see, she fell out of a window, lost a tooth, pushed a “friendship” bead so far up her nose it required surgery, had the Roto-Rooter man at our house at least once a month, and the list could go on and all before she was even two. What did we do before her? I am certain that life was boring.
Over the course of my childhood I watched that chubby little doll like being evolve from someone with a lisp, (Remember the missing tooth? It didn’t grow back until she was about 7.), who adored all things Barbie and the latest Disney movie, into the most caring and compassionate person I have ever had the great fortune of knowing. Kristy is that person who extends her hand and opens her heart to anyone. She is someone you would want your child to grow up and be like. With her character is king.
As the days of my childhood and adolescence came to an end I would lie awake at night and cry. She was the person I did not want to leave. She was the person after having left my heart would long for. I guess I can simply say, she is my person. She knows every single detail of my life, the good, the bad, and the ugly and still holds her arms open wide and loves me in spite of my many flaws. She is the person I would entrust my children to. She is the person I wish I could be in a lot of ways.
Happy Birthday my dear, sweet Kristy… I love you more than words could ever begin to express. You are a source of continual joy. I am so blessed to call you my sister.
ONE of THOSE PEOPLE
I am one of those people. One of those people who does not feel the need to scream and spout crazy partisan nonsense in an effort for my voice to be heard. One of those people who does not feel that drawing a Hitler mustache on the face of any American president is ever appropriate. I am one of those people who finds it imperative that we find common sense solutions to all the crises that the American people face and I for one do not think that Glenn Beck has the answers. I am one of those crazy people that says it is time to put an end to politics of fear and insanity. It is time to call on all those elected and serving in Washington DC and demand that they work for the citizens of this great nation and not their special interests.
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