A Southern lass with a lot of sass ~ striving to do it all with class!

Saturday, January 17, 2015

Together Forever


Whenever I get tiny glimpses into the lives of others, I wonder about the tribes they belong to.  Do they have friends they can turn to in real life, or are they only connected to an online support community?  

If you've been around for any length of time, you know I have some important friends in my life that I refer to as the JUGs – Just Us Girls.  I don’t know what I did in life to have these lifelong forever friends, but I thank The Big Guy upstairs daily for these incredible women. There’s nothing more comforting in life than knowing you have people you can count on to make you laugh. That they're there when you need a shoulder to cry on. Or at a moment’s notice, will stop what they’re doing and pray for you should you need.  

I've always mentioned the JUGs as a group, but never individually.  So without giving away their actual identities that allow these super heroes to move amongst the mere mortals, I thought I’d give you a little insight into who these individual women are. 

First a little background.  We’re from an area of Southeast Texas known as the Golden Triangle located about 90 from Houston.  Our high school, PN-G, was made up of students from two neighboring towns – Port Neches and Groves.  We went to elementary and junior high (that’s what it was in our day…no ‘middle school’ for us) in our respective home towns but came together our sophomore year of high school.  We were cheerleaders, drill team members, band members and twirlers together.  We spent many a night under the Friday Night Lights.  In fact the team that movie/show is based on, Odessa Permian, was defeated by our alma mater the PN-G Indians in 1975 in Texas Stadium. 

We went to baby ballet together, grew up in the same neighborhoods, walked to school together, were in Blue Birds/Brownies/Girl Scouts together, shared clothes, served in each other’s weddings, helped weather bad relationships.  You name it, we were there.

Together we've celebrated births and grieved the loss of parents and siblings.  Between the 20 of us, we have 37 children and 10 grandchildren. We take care of our parents who are not as healthy as they once were.  Twelve of us still have both our parents while 6 have only one left. Some have never married while others divorced. Some are on second marriages and others are married 25 plus years.

In addition to playing the role of Super Friend, there are 5 teachers, 1 paralegal, 4 in some form in the accounting industry, 1 interior designer, 1 flight attendant, 5 who work in the corporate world, 2 nurses and 1 whom we refer to as The First Lady of --, because her husband is the mayor of the Texas town where they live.   

We make time for each other. We so look forward to our bi-annual JUGs weekends. We plan our calendars around them. When we see each other, it’s as if we've never been apart.  Our conversations pick up right where we left off. If you ask any of our husbands, they say they’d love to be a fly on the wall for a JUGs weekend but we all know they couldn't handle it.  We've shared secrets with each other we’d never tell anyone else on the planet.  Actually most of them would faint if they knew exactly just what is shared during those wine drinking, pajama wearing, late night conversations! 

I wish each of you could walk in my shoes during one of these weekends.  Everyone should be allowed to feel what it’s like to have a support system as wonderful as the JUGs.  I know I’ll never be able to properly thank these women for what they've contributed to my life.  I can only hope they know just how special and loved they are. 

Do you have people in your life you feel the same about?  If so, please tell me about them.  I’d love to know there are other groups of women out there building each other up. Make it a point to call a friend to tell them how special they are to you. 


Have a great weekend, y’all!

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Bless her heart

You know the phrase, “Well, they just weren’t raised right”? Kim “Kartrashian” proved once again that she’d never survive in the South.  You need further proof, you say?  Ladies (and gentlemen?) of the jury, I submit the following evidence...

1.  What proper momma would allow their child to be brought up thinking it was ok to wear sandals  or open-toed shoes in the Winter? 



2.  I don’t care what y’all say – never, never, ever wear white shoes after Labor Day.  If you needed any further reason other than it’s just not right, then remember if KK does it – it’s DEFINITELY not right!



On a waaay different note, I’m working on a little home tour to share with you.  I mentioned what seems like eons ago That Man and I had a new home but never went into more detail.  I've been reading a lot of really good home d├ęcor/DIY blogs lately and have obtained some really good ideas that I’d like to incorporate into my own home,  but I’m open for suggestions and opinions.  As long as it doesn't involve dusty, mismatched curtains or hanging album covers on the wall, that is.  

It’s been yet another cold, dreary day here in the Bayou State so thankfully dinner is ready since there’s still left-overs from this weekend:  Vegetable beef soup and Chicken & Sausage Gumbo.  It is National Soup Month after all – might as well make the most of it!


Stay warm y’all!

Saturday, January 3, 2015

How Will You Write Your Story?


“A new year is like a blank book. 
The pen is in your hands. 
It is your chance to write a beautiful story for yourself.” ~ Author Unknown

 Happy New Year from Me to you!

Sunday, December 21, 2014

The Year That Was...Part Deux

Ok, so I didn't post the day after my last post but hey - at least I didn't wait another year between!  So here's how the rest of my 2014 played out:

June:

During some ancestral research on That Man’s family we discovered his ancestor settled the town of St. Martinsville so of course we had to take a trip to investigate. 



July:

That Man and I took a weekend trip to New Orleans and visited the WWII Museum.  If you ever have the chance to go, don’t hesitate – just do it!  It’s fascinating. 
 
And speaking of fascinating – the JUGs got together for our annual summer weekend at the lake.  We may get older but it never gets old being with these ladies.
 


August:

Spent yet another week working in the field.  They refer to my co-worker and I as “Thelma & Louise” and sometimes (more appropriately) “Lucy & Ethel”.  One thing we did while we were ‘Down The Bayou’ was play bingo one night.  We each played 30 cards – talk about stressful! 



September:

Worked another week in the field but this time by myself.  Have to say, it’s not quite the adventure when you’re having to go it alone. 

Lost a very good friend to pancreatic cancer.  49 is way too young to go.  Especially when you leave behind a wife and 5 year old son.  

Saw the comedian Rodney Carrington with my co-workers and our better halves.  He is a funny, funny man.  

I also spent a lovely Sunday afternoon with my favorite Katie Scarlett at the movies seeing ‘Gone With The Wind’.  I don’t care how many times I see it, it never loses its magic. 

October:

Someone turned fifty. As in the Big 5-0 and it wasn't bad at all. It’s amazing what you can get away with just by using the excuse you’re 50. As one of my dearest friends told me, "If I knew 50 was this fun, I'd have skipped those pesky 30's!"

Y’all know what a reality tv junkie I am.  This month I also discovered ‘Chrisley Knows Best’.  That has to be one of the funniest shows around and we needed some funny this month.  

My sister’s husband passed away unexpectedly at 45.  He had a heart attack at work.  They were married 25 years and together 30.  She wanted to somehow include Ricky’s Harley in the service so she asked That Man to ride it and lead the funeral procession to the cemetery.



After the graveside services, she realized no one would leave until she did so she asked him to take her on one last ride and that’s how my brave, brave little sister left the cemetery – on the back of a Harley.  If you’re put in the position of being a widow at 45, then tell life it’s not going to knock you completely down.  Her strength is amazing.  She truly is my hero. 



November:

We had Thanksgiving at our home again and it was wonderful.  Lots of family and waaaay too much food – as usual. 



This year we finally got our act together and put lights up on the house.  We as in, he worked the front end loader and lifted me up to put the lights on the front of the house.  Someone realized as he started to get on the roof that things aren’t as easy in your 50s as they were in your 30s.  So after hiring a neighbor boy, we finally got the lights along the peak of the roof and down the two sides.  Oh, and we also have a large blow-up Abominable Snowman since one of the grandbebes is infatuated with Big Foot.  Did I mention it’s right next to the Nativity scene? 



December:

The Wonder Twins celebrated their 2nd birthday.  Hard to believe these little guys are already two years old.  It's true what they say - twins may be double the trouble but they are definitely double the fun and laughs!



That Man and I celebrated 8 years of being in each other’s lives.  

I moved to a different department within the company and changed offices. 

For the first time in maybe my entire life, the Christmas gifts are already bought and wrapped.  Since we both had vacation days we had to use or lose, That Man and I have spent a lot of days together this month.  I’m such a lucky girl to have someone in my life that I never tire of being around.  We’re spending Christmas Eve at That Boy’s house and then everyone will be back at our home for Christmas dinner. 

This year has had its ups and downs – mostly ups – but I wouldn't trade it for anything.  Like I always say, these days write the chapters in your life’s story but it’s up to you to edit them like you’d want them to read.

Merry Christmas y'all!