It’s Take Your Kid to Your Blog Day

Welcome back. Today I’d like to introduce you to my daughter. It’s her birthday. She is smart and successful and tall and beautiful. Oh, also, she’s four months older than me.

See, I told you this page would be interesting.

Allow me to explain. Usually when you start dating a man with a kid, you’re expecting a cute, snotty seven year old. Well what I got was a cute, only slightly snotty 25 year old. It really could have gone either way for the Boy. In hindsight, the odds of two twenty-something Type A’s hitting it off were not excellent. But here we are, ten plus years later, she’s my best friend, my travel partner, and my secret keeper. In one sense it worked out well for my husband, us getting along means a lot less drama. But on the other hand, he’s kind of out of luck because if she and I agree on something, it doesn’t really matter what he thinks. We don’t usually even consult him.

I honestly don’t remember anymore exactly how or when we became best friends, it just seems like we always have been. I barely remember my pre-Daughter Unit days. No idea where the name Daughter Unit came from but that’s what the Boy calls her and it still makes me laugh, so I stole it. We’ve had fun times and sad times. We’ve had early morning flights and late night Uber rides. We’ve traveled to both sides of the country without supervision and come home mostly unscathed. It’s been said that she has the skills to make us rich and I have the skills to keep us alive. So far, so good. I used to be the bad influence on her but now we take turns. All great friendships have an occasional bad influencer and if you think yours doesn’t, I have some news.

But it’s not only the best friend benefits that I enjoy. I also revel in my mom role. I mean, come on. She’s a responsible, hardworking, respected in her field business woman that I didn’t have to birth or raise. Kind of the best of both worlds for me over here and I’m definitely not above taking my motherly credit for how she turned out. Never mind that I was in utero when she was born and we didn’t meet until we were both adults. Details. I’m so proud of the woman I’ve watched her become in the last ten years. She’s confident and kind, compassionate and a friend to everyone. She’s unafraid to stand up for herself but hasn’t lost her sweet soft heart. I never doubt that she’ll tell me the truth and she always accepts my unsolicited motherly advice with only the occasional eye roll, like a good daughter should.

So here’s to my Daughter Unit on her birthday. If you ever have the opportunity to be best friends with your kid, 10/10 would definitely recommend.

My Grandmother’s Greatest Lesson

This will probably be a bit rambling but I’d like to go ahead and set that as a precedent so y’all will know what to expect.

My grandmother passed away in January and I’ve been thinking a lot about all the things I learned from her. So many little things she taught me on purpose. How to make Southern sweet tea, which I can no longer drink because I enjoy closing my eyes and having a normal heart rate. How to play gin rummy and how to never lose a board game (don’t, keep playing until you win or everyone else is so tired they forfeit). How to make peanut brittle and Nanny’s Bread (TM pending). I learned at her knee that “thongs” is another word for flip flops. It was a question on Who Wants To Be A Millionaire once and a very confusing moment for us both. But the most valuable lesson I learned from her she never even knew she was teaching me.

My Nanny, circa 1950

Nanny taught me that getting good sleep is very important and you can do whatever it takes to make sure you get it. You see my Pop, her husband of almost 53 years, snored like he was attempting to open a portal to the underworld, which I can’t say for sure is a noisy process but I have to assume it is. For my entire life and many years before that, Nanny had a separate bedroom. The moment my dad moved out on his own, Nanny peaced out of the master bedroom and moved into daddy’s old room. It was just normal for them to have separate rooms. Turns out, not everyone knows that if your spouse is snoring or annoying, you’re allowed to bail on them. There is no law that says you must remain in the same bed and be miserable. You can love someone but not sleep next to them. I took that to heart. It used to hurt the Boy’s (my husband) feelings when I’d disappear in the middle of the night but I’m a better person when I sleep well and not resenting the one you share your life with goes a long way toward making for a better relationship.

But as I get older, I’m realizing this lesson goes so much deeper. If something in your life isn’t working for you, it’s ok to change it. Your job leaving you stressed or unfulfilled? Look for a new one. A friendship been feeling negative or draining? Take a break from it. If something or someone is making you miserable, you’re allowed to cut them out. *Unless it’s your toddler, then you’re just going to have to push through. Unfollowing people in real life is a glorious feeling. Want to run away and join the circus? I would advise thinking through it long and hard and maybe talking to a therapist, but if traveling acrobat is where your heart lies, give it a shot. I realize all of this is easier said than done but the alternative is living a life you look back on with regret. If you’re truly unhappy with your life or something in it, dig deep inside to figure out specifically what that is, pray about it, talk to someone you trust or a professional, and figure out what steps you can take toward fixing it. You are the only person who can know what it is that you need and, no matter what it feels like, you are not stuck where you are.

My grandmother is not the only example of how to make your life better that I grew up watching. Both of my parents quit their jobs, went back to school and built new careers from scratch in their forties. At 15 I didn’t understand what a huge deal that was but now, at 35, I think about how scary and overwhelming that must have been. But in the scheme of things it was a short term struggle for a long term life change. And it wasn’t just their lives or our family’s life that changed. They now affect countless lives for the better every single day. All because they took chances, took scary leaps, and found the careers that were calling to them. I’m so proud of that I still tear up just thinking about it.

So now how do I wrap this up? Seems like we’ve gone a long way from sweet tea and thongs. If it hasn’t been clear, what I’m trying to say is don’t be afraid to take a chance and do something differently. Don’t be afraid to be a little selfish and think about what it is that you need sometimes. Everyone around you will benefit from that. Life is occasionally hard and scary no matter what but it will be infinitely worse if you are suffering through the status quo because you don’t think you have a choice. You do, I promise. So make that change. Take that leap. Join Cirque du Soleil. If nothing else, I will be proud of you. And I know my Nanny would be too.

What. Have. I. Done??

Hey all you cool cats and kittens! No wait. Scratch that. Let’s start again.

Hey, hi, how are you? Why are you here? Not like in an existential worldly way but like right here on this page. How did you get here? I don’t even know why I’m here. I’ve put this off as long as I can today. I worked out, took the dog for a walk, cleaned the house and it’s still not supper and chill time yet so here goes nothing.

For years since we quit our jobs my mama’s been telling me to start a blog. Every time I reply, I don’t even know what I would write about. Without fail she says, just write about the things you’re interested in. At which point, my brain takes its leave. It’s like how between New Years and Halloween I have a long mental list of all the things I want for Christmas but come November I have suddenly never wanted or needed a single thing in my entire life. I don’t know what I’m interested in. I’m not one to get riled up or passionate about a lot. Haha, who am I kidding? Give me half a chance and a touchy subject and I will go clean off. So no promises about what kind of content you will find on this page. You’ve been warned.

Me? I live on a ranch five miles down a gravel road outside a town that you can not even find on a list of Texas towns. It’s definitely not the heart of Texas, but it is deep in some body part for sure. My husband and I are both retired from a Fortune 500 in Houston. Him because he’s old(er), me because I’m either lucky or good. My pride and joy is my sweet old man doggie, Indiana Jones. He’s 13 years old and he’s been my baby since he was 10 weeks and wrapped in a Care Bears blanket. We are also now raising a mouse killing ninja kitty that we rescued almost a year ago. His name is Felix Felicis and he’s the pride and joy of his formerly cat hating daddy. I am also the very proud aunt of three actual and amazing kiddos who live in my hometown in Mississippi.

What is this blog going to be about, you ask? Well that is an excellent question. I haven’t the foggiest so I will now just list for you some of the things I enjoy. I like to cook and eat. At our house we have recently left the paved path of recipes and ventured onto the hiking trails of experimentation. I love Harry Potter. As a very late adopter, I didn’t pick up the first book until I was 32 and now (at 35) I’ve read them at least a dozen times but have lost count. I like space and science and history. I’ve been to adult space camp with intentions of going back. I like television, especially classic sitcoms which do not yet get the cultured credit they deserve. I like crime, especially murder. Listening to podcasts, not committing them, so far. I’m a hopeless homebody who likes to travel. I’m a reformed theatre kid but will still sing you all the words to a Broadway show whether you like it or not. I enjoy keeping up with current events and getting massages. I like to exercise, read and sleep.

So there you have it. My first blog post. There will likely be some food, some Harry Potter, some travel and pop culture and probably a good deal of griping about things I don’t like because this is the 21st century and that’s what the internet is for. I make no promises about the frequency of posting, I’m kind of a flake. Hopefully this will be funny sometimes and maybe even occasionally relevant. My mama will probably be the only one who reads it. Hey mama, love you. ❤️