Proud Mama

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Evelyn May’s Beadery

 My girl sold one of her jewelry designs through her Etsy shop!  She has a real fondness for “Alice in Wonderland” after playing Victorian Alice in a stage adaptation called “Alice in Wonderland with a Time Travel Twist” a couple of summers ago.  She created this cute necklace called “Off With Your Head!” and listed it in her shop.  Someone in Los Angeles liked it and bought it!  I get such a kick out of thinking someone on the other side of the country will be wearing one of my daughter’s creations.  I think she has lovely jewelry designs and I’m hoping this sale will encourage her to keep creating and listing her creations in her shop.

100 Things About Me, Part 1

I’ve been spending the last few days cleaning up my computer.  Through an “accident,” I ended up with two user accounts on my computer.  I decided to utilize this accident, and add a third account to compartmentalize all my interests.  So I have “business,” “photography,” and “writing” sections on my computer.  While I was moving things around from section to section, I found this and found it pretty entertaining.  I’ll work on posting the second half another day.

  1. I was born in a Texas town that celebrated its 200th birthday long before the United States Bicentennial.
  2. I love the color blue in all its various shades.
  3. I lived in the Virgin Islands for almost 15 months when I was in high school.
  4. The two times I’ve flown to Pennsylvania, my flight has been cancelled and I’ve been stranded there.
  5. I learned calligraphy when I was in high school.
  6. I drove the teacher to distraction because I sat Indian-style in the chair.  She emphasized good posture to achieve the best results.
  7. She was distracted because I proved her wrong by being a very good calligrapher.
  8. I hate the humidity of the part of Texas where I live.
  9. I’d like to live somewhere that enjoyed four seasons, but it will have to be within the Texas state lines.
  10. I have a large freckle to the right (my right) side of my nose.  In junior high, I took a modeling class through J.C. Penney’s, and the teacher thought it was a bit of foundation that I hadn’t blended in properly.
  11. I fancied myself a writer when I was younger.  My first “work” was a pitiful little story about the Bishop’s Palace in Galveston.
  12. I won an honorable mention in the Houston Post Scholastic Writing Awards competition in 8th grade.
  13. Lynn Ashby presented the awards and I got his autograph.
  14. I won third place in the same contest my senior year in high school.
  15. Leon Hale presented the awards and I got his autograph, too.
  16. I learned to scuba dive when I was 15 years old.
  17. Diving over the Cane Bay Wall in St. Croix, I almost gave my dad a heart attack when he saw my regulator float out of my mouth as we swam along.  I grabbed it, cleared it, and kept on going.
  18. I find scuba diving very relaxing (and thus have to concentrate on not letting that regulator float out of my mouth…)
  19. The deepest I’ve ever dove was 80 feet off the Cane Bay Wall, which drops to more than 2,000 feet from the surface.
  20. St. Croix is probably the one place that I would consider living, outside of Texas.
  21. I took Creative Writing my junior and senior years in high school.
  22. The second time I took it was when my physics teacher advised me to drop his class.  I ran to the counselor’s office to return to my favorite class.
  23. I was the editor of the literary magazine that year.
  24. I had a ridiculous crush on the same boy from 8th grade through my freshman year in college.  Thank God for unanswered prayers.
  25. When I was a child, I had a play house with real glass windows.  Three of us were playing together and two of us ran in and locked the door.  My friend tapped on the window with a stick right when the other child pressed his face against the glass.  The window broke and cut his forehead.  I thought it was my fault.
  26. I also had a Schwinn bike with a banana seat and tall handlebars.  The same friend who busted the window in the playhouse gave her sister a ride on my bike.  The sister caught her toe in the spokes, cutting it badly.  I thought that was my fault, too.
  27. I planned to be a school teacher until I realized that I would probably end up in prison for hurting someone’s “baby” for misbehaving.
  28. I’ve been to Arkansas, Louisiana, Missouri, Tennessee, Illinois, Kentucky, South Carolina, Florida, Virginia, Maryland, Delaware, New Jersey, Pennsylvania, Ohio, Washington State, Oregon, Montana, Wyoming, South Dakota, Colorado, New Mexico, plus British Columbia.  Granted, I only changed planes in Florida, North Carolina, and Oregon, and I touched my toes in Illinois and Kentucky on a driving trip, but I have been there!
  29. I love photography.
  30. I have five cameras that were purchased specifically for me.
  31. I also have a 1980 Olympic commemorative Canon 35mm that belonged to my grandfather.
  32. I enjoy scrapbooking, but have a difficult time finding time to do it.
  33. I used to teach scrapbooking classes.
  34. I would like to start cross stitching more.  I used to cross stitch a lot, but haven’t in a while.
  35. I was a perpetual student in college.  From August 1982 to graduation August 1986, I only sat out one summer session to go on a family trip.
  36. I earned my Associates Degree in 2 years — 62 credits were required, but I graduated with 83 credits.
  37. I transferred to Sam Houston State University and earned my B.A. (English major/History minor) in 2 more years.
  38. One of my great great grandfathers was named in honor of Robert E. Lee.  His first name was “Jeneral” and his middle name was “Lee”.  My middle name is Lee, too.
  39. I met my husband on the phone, initially.  Several weeks later I met him in a bar when I went dancing with some friends.  I didn’t make the connection between the person I spoke to briefly on the phone and the person I met in the bar until we’d been dating several weeks.
  40. We dated two years and broke up.
  41. After four years apart, our paths crossed again and we married eleven months later.
  42. I am glad our paths crossed again.
  43. My first job out of college was working as a circulation supervisor for Texas A&M at Galveston’s library.
  44. They did not charge late fees on overdue books and the stack of missing books was ridiculous.  I put a hold on all the records of those students with overdue books.  The graduating seniors hated me!
  45. I retrieved approximately 2/3 of the missing books and collected payment for the books that were never found.
  46. My then boyfriend (now husband) nicknamed me “Conan the Librarian”.
  47. After six months, I changed jobs and spent two years working in the rare book and archives collection of The University of Texas Medical Branch in Galveston.
  48. Then I got a REAL job.  I became a legal secretary for one of the big three law firms in Houston and made good money.
  49. And realized quickly that money isn’t everything.
  50. When my husband and I had been married for four years, our daughter was born and I quit my job when she turned one year old.

Warm Thoughts

I’ve developed a deep affection for my space heater. Actually, my husband’s space heater. It’s a big, chunky metal thing that makes a loud rattling noise as it blows warm air around my legs while I sit here tapping on my keyboard.

A lot of my friends (and family) are waiting anxiously for the end of winter. I have mixed emotions. Granted, this wet cold business can GO AWAY. I do not like being wet and cold at the same time. But I do love the weather when it’s chilly and dry. I went for a walk a few days ago and according to the weather app on my phone, it was only 35 degrees. With two pair of yoga pants and two sweatshirts, plus some gloves, I was actually quite comfortable on my one and one-half mile walk. The air was crisp and clean and I felt alive. And there’s something pleasant about coming back to a warm house (and space heater).

I’ll be okay through the spring, but when it starts getting hot, I’ll be waiting anxiously for the first cool front to come through again next fall. The heat and humidity bring on a kind of lethargy — I don’t want to do anything but turn the a/c way down, sit under a fan, and drink lots of iced tea. Going outside is misery, because the air is so thick and difficult to breathe.

I guess it would be safe to say I like my cold and my heat DRY. Both are much more bearable (and pleasant) that way.

My Heart

This girl stole my heart from the moment I saw her 18 years ago....
This girl stole my heart from the moment I saw her 18 years ago….

When I first learned I was going to be a mom, I went into shock/panic mode.  I’d never really been around babies or even small children, other than my younger sister — and there was such a wide age gap, that I was busy with high school things while she was in her little kid years.  It wasn’t until my sister was probably 12 or 13 (and I was 22 or 23) that we really became close.  I didn’t know how to relate to babies or small children.  What does one talk about?  How do you play “baby dolls”?  I always had my nose stuck in a book throughout my childhood, so I was clueless on how one interacts with small ones.

I think it was about 3 months into it when I came out of the “Oh my gosh I’m pregnant what am I going to do? I can’t send it back!” phase.  Suddenly, I started getting a little more excited about things, but I tackled it from a very “Oh my gosh we are responsible for this small human being and must only purchase the best of everything” attitude.  And I’m not talking about designer baby clothes.  I’m talking “Has this car seat been tested and approved by NASA?  What ARE the best baby bottles?” and so on.

I was determined that if I was going to be a mother, I was going to be the best mother I could be.  But I was still afraid.  Her daddy, AJ, kept telling me things would be okay.  And even when it came time for her to be born and a c-section became necessary, he sat next to me in the OR holding my hand and telling me it would be okay.

And it was.

She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.  In a nanosecond, I went from being afraid and worried that I might not even like being a mom, to realizing that I would do ANYTHING to protect this beautiful child that God had somehow seen fit to bless me with.

Over the years, I am sure there are some things that I/we could have done better as parents, but overall, I think we did okay.  It doesn’t hurt that she was pretty amazing from the very start.  She is a happy girl, rarely complaining (and when she does complain, it’s for a good reason and doesn’t last very long).  She’s creative – building wonderful worlds on paper with her command of language, making beautiful jewelry with her imagination, and filling our home with music at her beloved piano.  I love hearing from other people how much they enjoy spending time with her — she brings a lot of happiness into the lives of the people around her.

I just can’t believe she’s already 18 years old.

Where does the time go?

Happy birthday, to my beautiful Jami-girl.  I could not hope for a sweeter, lovelier daughter and I thank the Lord He chose me and your daddy to be your parents.  I love you.

— Mommy

Under Pressure

This won’t be an eloquently worded post, as I have roughly five minutes to tap out some random thoughts before I have to finish polishing my notes for my class tonight.  But in the interest of posting more consistently, I thought I’d better go ahead and post something, no matter how random.

  • Nervous, but thrilled that my photography class had enough people register to avoid being canceled again.  Last update from the community education coordinator indicated at least thirteen students.  That is a lovely number for this class.  I’ve had classes with as many as 24 students (which got a little harried because there were quite a few chatty folk and keeping things moving forward was challenging, but we still had a good time), and I’ve had classes with as few as three students (which is challenging, because you don’t have the same level of interaction with such a small class, especially if any of them are shy).
  • My girl is turning 18 on Saturday.  She is taking the ACT exam that morning, and in the afternoon we are going to a benefit for the widow and small children of a young man who was fatally injured in a  four-wheeler accident last November.  He was helping to work cattle in a pasture not far from our home, and somehow the four-wheeler flipped.  He was 26 years old.  We’d planned on going for a late lunch or early dinner and a movie, but when she heard about the benefit, she decided that was what she wanted to do.  I love that girl.
  • The other day I ran some errands and I looked a bit haggard.  I was presentable, but I didn’t go to a lot of trouble to put on makeup or a nice shirt.  Jeans, old sweatshirt . . . you get the picture.  Jami and I were chatting and I said something to the effect of “Well, I guess I’m tidy enough to avoid ending up on “The People of Wal-Mart” . . .”  We both chuckled at first, and then I got to thinking about it.  If you’ve ever seen any of “The People of Wal-Mart” picture compilations, you know that some of the individuals captured therein probably deserve the negative attention they are getting for the weird get-ups in which they venture forth from their homes.  BUT I have seen pictures of individuals who were just having a bad day — I remember specifically a photo of a slightly overweight woman who appeared to have had an “accident” (in the interest of delicate wording) in her light-colored pants.  I felt sorry for her.  Who knows if she had a medical condition or perhaps the cleaning crew kept her from getting to the ladies’ room in time?  I hated that somehow her picture has provided “entertainment” for people who really need to examine the amount of meanness in their hearts.  I determined from that moment to never look at another post providing “entertainment” at another’s expense.

And now it’s back to my notes, as 6:00 p.m. is not that far away!

Still Here!

IMG_0015I’ve been busy the last few days — a new post will be coming soon.  There’s been lots going on:

  • My spring photography class at the college had enough students register this session to make, and I’m looking forward to teaching again.
  • My blind and shutter business has been steady, so that’s keeping me busy.
  • The teen girl is wrapping up her final months of homeschool.  Graduation is early May and I have a lot to do to get ready for that.

And now I’ve got to run, as I have a client appointment at 1:00 and I still need to grab a shower after having gone for a walk this morning.  Have a great day!

Each Day With Purpose

In the inconsistent early days of this blog, I wrote of “trying to get healthy” and “starting to exercise” and “losing weight” . . . and none of those times did it “stick.”  I’m not sure what’s changed, but about two weeks ago I determined that this time would be different.  And so far, it has.

I rediscovered MyFitnessPal and I’ve been wearing my FitBit (pedometer) faithfully.  I’ve managed to walk 1.5 miles in 30 minutes each day for the last 7 out of 10 days, and I log everything I eat on my “MyFitnessPal” app.  I made up my mind to not worry about goals.  I just think about getting through the next 24 hours.  In this 24 hours, I purpose to exercise and eat healthy.  Yesterday’s failures do not matter.  Tomorrow does not matter.  Just this 24 hours.  And that seems to have made all the difference in the world.

Lady Grey tea with stevia, Yoplait Greek yogurt and Cascadian Farms granola.
This is what 260 calories looks like!
This is what 260 calories looks like!
Lunch!!!!
Lunch!!!!

While I have had to adjust my tastebuds a bit, I’ve found that I am getting plenty of food and for the most part, it tastes good.  And when I get really “desperate,” a Hershey’s Kiss has 22 calories. 

Because of Who She Is

So my daughter is about to graduate from high school.  I can’t believe how fast the time flew (although everyone warned me it would) and I’m kidding myself if I think four years of college isn’t going to fly by just as fast or faster.  She’ll be an adult, looking for a job – hopefully one that she enjoys and from which she derives great fulfillment (and pays the bills).  These last few weeks, I’ve worried.  Did I do a good job?  Is she ready?  Prepared?  Did our homeschool/unschool/independent study way of doing things prepare her well enough for college and the years beyond?

And then I read things she writes, like her most recent blog post below, and I take a deep breath and feel the worry slipping away (a little).  She’s got a good head on her shoulders and she has strong communication skills and the ability to think things through.  Her priorities are in order and I can’t help but believe that she is going to be just fine.  Because of who she is, not what I did or didn’t do.

My Beautiful Girl

The Random Life of ME: {almost} adult-hood.

Irony

Somehow it seems appropriation that I would see this blog entry regarding all things 1980s becoming “vintage” the night before my 50th birthday.  Have to laugh, or else you’ll cry!

1980s design and decorating trends — we make a list.

Clothing of the 50’s | Francine Rivers

Always a fan of Francine Rivers, I really enjoyed this blog she posted a few days ago.  I was especially amused by her granddaughter’s comment regarding the neckline of a woman’s blouse.  And then I thought, “How sad!”  Give it a read and let me know what you think of her hope for the return of 1950s’ clothing:

Clothing of the 50’s | Francine Rivers.