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Never Forget

Wednesday, August 11th, 2010

Love this endeavor. Honoring those who serve. We can say hello, thank you, God bless you–by writing a letter. They fight for us; we can say thank you. And we don’t deserve anything in return, but we still get something. This program, Letters for Lyrics, simply involves writing a letter to a soldier and scoring a free music CD (a partnership between Dodge Ram and Zac Brown Band!)

I got a comment on one of my videos a few weeks ago (the one with Navy guys riding on camels) and I thought for a minute I had a real pen-pal in the military! But I haven’t heard from him since. Oh well, maybe I’ll send a letter through this organization called Operation Gratitude. This website gives you several ways to get involved!

While I’m wearing my patriotic hat (which is every day), wanted to share this eye-catching pic my dad sent to me.

Oh, look! Still got the patriotic hat on :)   The new Veteran’s Memorial in North Little Rock at Laman Library is asking for submissions of local men and women who were killed in action. You can go here to submit your soldier’s name. Hopefully after reading this post, you can do something good for fellow Americans. Because, the Lord knows there are other Americans doing so much more for you.

Stars and Stripes

Delivering Smiles

Tuesday, July 27th, 2010

During a recent visit to Arkansas Children’s Hospital I was happy to deliver some mail to a few patients. I saw return addresses from Conway, AR. Portage, WI. Beaver Dam, WI. St. Petersburg, FL. Stephenville, TX. It may just a be a get well card from a church lady, or one of many letters from the family member back home…doesn’t matter. The response from the child and/or guardian when they saw what was brought for them was touching.

I am reminded that a simple thing such as a little note or old-fashioned get well card is a big deal when someone is stuck in bed (whether it be hospital or home) I remember my hometown church regularly sent cards to people on “the list” and now I can see the other side of the exchange and it’s heartwarming. If snail mail is not your thing, the patients can receive emails just as well. I’ve even provided a quick link so you don’t have to search!

Today there were cards from Springfield, MO and Beebe, AR. I like to pretend I’m a post woman and always say something like “Special delivery for _____!” or “You’ve got some friends thinking about you!” etc. as I hand it to them. I took a large box to a patient in the Burn Unit. When I handed it to the nurse, she shook it and said, “It sounds like magazines. It’s probably car magazines. He loves car magazines and he’s been here a while…” We pass by magazines on the street or waiting in line for groceries every day in our busy life. Too busy. There are those itching to get out, do something, see something different, have something different to pass the time. As simple as a magazine or a deck of cards.

This day in time, taking one minute to send an email to someone in the hospital or lonely at home would be so fulfilling for you, I promise; a break from all the serious (or meaningless) emails which make up your day. And you can bank on a guaranteed smile at the other end of the line. I’ve witnessed them often with my own two eyes.

Suicidal Bird

Wednesday, July 21st, 2010

Maybe this is what happens when the early bird is not happy with the worm. OR he has nobody following him on Twitter. Or, while playing in the barn, he just gets caught up in a horse hair and accidentally hangs himself.

Picture by Rachel Lowrey

My cousin shared this picture with me this week. She’d found the bird dangling in her horse, Missy’s stall. Unusual!

My 27th 4th

Saturday, July 10th, 2010

$400. That’s how much the young visitor (and newly-wed might I add) spent on big-time fireworks for our family shindig. Brisket and pork tenderloin is what Mom chose to serve to the meat-loving guests. “Sundays At Tiffany’s” is the audio book that kept me entertained on my drive down to the homestead (with a break to listen to my patriotic mix CD, befitting for the day).

Hugs, kids with no shoes, potato salad, cameras. Bug-spray, a train ride, dancing with my niece. My grandmother seized the day and let us kidnap her from the nursing home. While everyone headed outdoors for after-dinner festivities, she just wanted to sit. “You’re not at the nursing home tonight, Grammy. Come outside and enjoy the party!” I said and a few minutes later she was outside seated in a folding chair next to my other 2 grandparents who shouldn’t be driving anywhere these days, but, none-the-less were there and I can’t complain.

Grammy (holding Sophia), Maw, Lauren and Paw

Our family loves to sing and be loud and are drawn to the spotlight like bugs to a porchlight, so how great it was for the second year in a row my sister brought a karaoke machine. Country twang, hip-hop beats, patriotic favorites and acapella hymns broke through the usually quiet countryside. Between our belting it out over the loud speakers, and the fireworks, to the kids squealing…we celebrated our Independence “loud and proud” And. It. Was. Divine.

The next morning while riding to church services, my nephew and I talked about his hair, as I was finger-combing it. I started styling it similar to Justin Bieber’s.

I asked if he likes any of Bieber’s songs. He proceeded to sing “Baby, baby, baby, oh!” and said he wants his hair to look like aforementioned teen sensation. And I regretted even mentioning it. But then again, with the singing skills our family boasts (see above video) he may just have a future in the entertainment business.

Here’s Your Sign

Thursday, July 8th, 2010

Don’t need many words for this one.

You see dumb people? Hey! I do, too!

Branson, Oh Boy!

Monday, June 7th, 2010

Last week, my family experienced a first: a big family vacation with the 3rd generation. Sure, I went on vacay in my childhood with the parents and 2 siblings. But now my siblings have spouses and kids. So yeah, this was a first. And it was great! You may expect me to narrate all about how we spent every hour, what we ate, what we did. But  I won’t because, honestly, I wouldn’t want to read about every minute of your vacation. But I do want to share some things I saw on my way up to Missouri.

First: the eye-catching, make-you-chuckle, “only-in-hillbilly-country-would-you-see-that” sights along the way:

1. Chigger Hollow Trading Post

2. A car dealership called “Look and Call”

3. A cemetery named “God’s Little Half Acre”

4. Who Da Thought It Souvenir Shop

I also traveled a verrrry curvy, mountainous road which conveniently provides a “runaway vehicle gravel pit” at the bottom. By the name you can imagine how comfortable it makes a traveler feel while on this road.

With the the rainy weather, wet road conditions and most time spent stuck behind a motorcycle convoy, this “runaway vehicle” issue became more real with each curve I took. I didn’t take that road on my return home.

But what I will really remember and really cherish?

Craft time with the nieces. The kit was crappy, we ran out of glue and it was too advanced for them. But I grabbed a rubberband from it to wear as a momento. Zoe picked hot pink one for me, of course. She’s the diva of the bunch.

I witnessed the first time Sophia (6 months old) was introduced the luxurious, exciting fun that is the focus of so many childhood summers–the swimming pool!

Zoe asked me 3 times each day to me to pull her tooth. I told her 15 times each day she needed to wiggle it more.

Brett’s first time to play tennis. “It was a good hit. Well, if I would have hit it.”

Isabel is a mess. She is a tornado…but she also has eyes like rainbows when she smiles.

Gabby was the biggest little helper you could imagine. And she seemed to (though not necessarily on purpose) get picked on quite a bit.

Ava never ceases to amaze me with her wit and intelligence, crazy ways and silly faces. This week was no different. Except this week she shared a bed with me for the first time ever and I learned: if I ever have to choose again, which little precious one I’d invite to sleep with me. We all have our quirks while sleeping. And I’ll just say, I can put up with her much more than the other kiddos.

I think we should make this “big family vacay” a annual event.

Brett, Gabby, Zoe, Ava and Isabel in their 3D glasses at the Butterfly Palace

Wonders…and Wonder

Saturday, May 15th, 2010

What a whirlwind this world is. Or is it just my world? No, it’s everyone’s. Not to sound like Delilah, but I hope you remember to enjoy the little wonders every day with which you’re blessed. I try to remind myself to do the same.

Sunday I had a first-time experience. I met a man, we’ll call him “Steve”, and told him my name. Just one sentence, that’s all I said. And he (after one question) recognized by my voice as “Lauren from Sync”, accrediting my weekly radio appearance on 103.7 The Buzz. His sense of hearing has been finely-tuned since losing his eyesight, he reminded me, and I couldn’t help but enjoy the rest of our conversation a little bit more than just “any ol’ chat.”

Thursday in the studio while playing birthday trivia (a regular segment of the show) I was reminded of that man. One of the birthday celebs was Stevie Wonder. I put on my sunglasses and did my best impersonation (meanwhile incorrectly guessing his age.) We all know the talented, blind, singer-songwriter, activist for some signature characteristics. Perhaps it’s his dreadlocks you think of, or a hit song, or all the awards he boasts. I think of a man who didn’t let what most of us would consider a huge impairment (blindness) stop him from living and enjoying life.

I didn’t win birthday trivia. I hardly ever do. But I was rewarded with this: a reminder of how much I rely on my sense of sight and not to take it for granted. It is a small wonder of the blessing of life. For those who can’t see, for “Steve” and Stevie, this post’s for you.

Badger Badger Badger

Thursday, May 13th, 2010

Remember when I teased you about a “shenanigan website” in the previous post about beaver glands? Well, here is she is.

My brother shared this a few weeks ago, and there is no reason this should even exist. No explanation. I do not approve of anyone sitting around creating such nonsense, much less people actually promoting it or spending time on it. Without further ado, I give you this. Please click on the picture of the badger below. And please remember that I gave you fair warning.

I hate to badger you, but...

Awwwwwkward

Wednesday, April 28th, 2010

I found myself at a Travelers‘ game last week (taking party pics for Sync). I don’t love baseball, but I always enjoy a Spring evening outing at Dickey Stephens Park. Just as I expected there were plenty of people to see, aromas to smell, sounds to hear.

And 3 awkward situations to endure.

A single lady I am, in my late 20s and how interesting all these involved a person of the opposite sex. ‘Twas entertaining. Maybe more entertaining than the ballgame itself.

#1–He passes by, beer in both hands. He looks familiar, I can’t tell, wait! Ohhhh, yes. I dated him the summer between my Jr. & Sr. years of college, while living in Little Rock. I had an internship at a local news station and part time job at Chili’s. After a very frivolous few dates it was over. No big deal. We didn’t even get to the phase of being a couple. Now,  present day? He’s got a 2-year-old son and is a nurse. Flirting, he reassures me R.N. doesn’t stand for “rich nurse” and asks about my life. I chuckle, quickly update,  and hope he can find his friends he came with.

#2–He’s with his 2 buddies and having a good time. (i.e. enjoying how many beer?) He asked me for my number about a few months ago. After I considered (and after I did give my digits) I realized he’s not my type and I’d be better off just saying “no” up front. So what did I do when I called? I didn’t answer. What did I do when he called again? I didn’t answer. What did I do when he called me out about not answering? I simply said “I guess I wasn’t available.” Hey, it’s true. I’m not making myself available…to date…him. But by my expression, surely he got the idea tonight.

#3–Nothing to do with dating but instead social etiquette. I’d only met this guy once, at other social gatherings. His attitude tonight was way too rude and annoying while I was visiting with a girlfriend. When it comes to girls taking up for girls,  she delivered. When he tries to chat with her, she deliberately ignores, looks straight at me and says, “So, what color lipstick did you say you were wearing?” Ha! He got the hint and finally walked away.

I guess whether you’re dating someone or not, interested in baseball or not, setting yourself up for awkwardness or  not, sometimes you can’t avoid the balls life throws at you. Just better be ready to know how you’re going to react when the ball gets to you.

Chopsticks and Cherokees

Friday, April 2nd, 2010

A random combination, none the less. But hey, it’s Friday. It’s the Easter weekend. And, well, it’s my blog. Enjoy.

Below is what I found on the wrapper of my chopsticks last week at dinner with my family. I copy/pasted the exact words as they were printed on the wrapper. The capitalization is exact. Our family had a laugh then I stuck the wrapper in my purse.

“Welcome to Chinese Restaurant please try your Nice Chinese Food With Chopsticks the traditional typical of Chinese glorious history and cultural.”

What?

I thought I’d help you out in case you needed “Using Chopsticks 101″ but this is actually more confusing than informative … and more humorous.

Now I just want sushi. This little note below is something from my brother I just loved and wanted to share with you.

TWO WOLVES
One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle  that goes on inside people.
He said, “My  son, the battle is between two wolves inside us all.

“One is Evil – It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed,  arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false  pride, superiority, and ego.
“The other is Good – It is  joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence,  empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith.”
The  grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his  grandfather: “Which wolf wins?”
The old Cherokee simply  replied, “The one you  feed.”

Now, I know which one I’m going to feed. Speaking of, excuse me while I go find some Peeps. And eat them with chopsticks.