Beautiful bride? Check.

One of my best friends is extremely structured. I have tried to think of other words to use, but they would fail to communicate just how goal- and list-oriented sweet Jane is.

From what I understand, Jane was one of those kids who liked -- no, loved -- to follow the rules. One of those kids I might not would have identified with as a small child, had we known each other way back when. She did what was expected and she did what was right, and she did it all very well. She continued to follow rules, meet goals and make and check off lists throughout elementary, junior high and high school, during college, and beyond.

Jane and I had just graduated from our respective colleges when we realized we were kindred spirits. We grew up in the same county and had met a few years earlier through mutual friends, but in 1999, we found ourselves in the same city, at the same stage of life, and uncannily, living less than a mile from one another. Even more important than that, though, was the amazing connection we realized we had, even though Jane was very structured and I was very rebekah (fairly free-spirited and whatever-goes).

You can probably just imagine the conversations that began our frequent lunch, dinner, pool, errand-running, grocery shopping and mini-road trip dates:

Jane: "What's the plan?"

Rebekah: "Hmmm...I don't know. Why don't we just play it by ear?"

Throughout our first month or so of friendship, Jane and I realized we could benefit greatly from the other's very different personality, and decided to take advantage of that. For instance, I actually started planning things in my personal life (which was pretty new for me), and Jane started planning to be spontaneous more often. :-)

Time went on, Jane moved to New Orleans to get her Master's, relationships came and went (and sometimes came back and went again), job led to other jobs that led to careers, friends got married and had babies, Jane dealt with her mother's illness, and future plans were contemplated and pursued in both of our lives. There was drama and laughter in the midst of it all, but even though we lost the opportunity to grocery shop together, we didn't lose the opportunity to keep in touch and benefit from the other's unique personality traits. We squeezed in phone calls and coordinated trips home to the coast when possible, and time even allowed us a rare and much-appreciated road trip here and there.

Time also allowed us some incredible life moments, including Jane's reunion with Matt, whom I was honored to watch her vow 'til death do they part last Saturday evening. Anyone who witnessed that day (or any part of their relationship) could see that Matt is more than just a college friend and former study buddy of Jane's. He is more than a welcome surprise who came back into Jane's life at just the right time. He's even more than a well-learned onocologist who understood her mother's disease and treatments more than the average person could. No, we could all see that Matt is Jane's true soulmate -- someone who appreciates who she is (lists and all) and who loves her for every precious trait that she has.

So it was no wonder that despite the few loose items that were yet to be checked off Jane's mental wedding day list right before she walked down the aisle, she could enjoy a deep breath of relaxation at the realization that yes, she had checked off another life's goal and huge moment. Confident in who she is and where she's going, humble enough to learn and accept criticism, armed with the knowledge that she has honored her parents in the most touching of ways, continuing her ongoing goal to be the Proverbs 31 woman she so gracefully is, Jane could radiantly walk down the aisle to become Mrs. Matt Varner with the purest of hope and most profound security that a lifetime of love and happiness awaits them both.

Beautiful bride? You'd better believe it.

Check.



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This made me cry. You described her so well. I cannot believe after all these years... that I actually missed this day. We have known each other for a lifetime... and I am also on the far-opposite end of the spectrum as far as personalities go. I have always admired her for her strength of character and resolve. I hope and pray that my little girls can grow up someday with a little bit of: Jane, Amy, and Rebekah.... I would be very proud indeed.
Posted by Çhr阮ïñå on May 23, 2008 - Friday 4:23 AM

tell Jane I said congrats when you speak to her again... thanks!
Posted by hibbs is what they call me on May 23, 2008 - Friday 8:58 AM

update on Nan

Thanks so much to those of you who have asked about my Nan...I'm happy to report that after visiting with her this weekend, I saw (in person) that she is doing MUCH better...physically, emotionally, etc.Of course, fractured spines take a while to heal, but she's definitely on the mend and I am so thankful for that!



3:53 PM - 1 Comments

Hannah Montana... wow! Though, I've watched the show... and it's kinda addictive (shhh, tell no one this secret)GREAT NEWS about Nan. Our God is a great God... and he listens (even to Hannah Montana I bet)
Posted by Susan on May 21, 2008 - Wednesday 4:52 PM

letting the good times boil

According to a recent Zatarain's billboard, we're all supposed to be letting the good times boil these days. So who is Hancock Bank to shy away from that challenge? Not us, no way. Tonight we presented our annual Hancock Bank of Louisiana Crawfish Boil (and my first HUGE event with the bank), and it was oh-so-much fun.

I hate to gush, lest I be criticized post-event for anything and everything that may have gone wrong, but it really was a good time. The food was abundant, the volunteers (HB employees) were eager, and laughter was in full force.

Now if I could only wind down from 2 months of planning, 1 week of working the latest nights in America, and 24 hours of worrying my little red head off that things wouldn't go precisely as planned. ;-)

Happy sigh.

Of course, next year I won't be "the new girl" anymore, so everything will HAVE to be perfect.

Hmmm.


3:29 AM - 1 Comments

HA! And I thought this was going to be about how hot it is out!!!! I got a sunburn this weekend. I let the good times boil too much. Dang! Now you've made me hungry...
Posted by Susan on May 11, 2008 - Sunday 2:23 PM

my Nan (a prayer request)

My grandmother (who many of you know as Nan from my stories) slipped in her kitchen a couple of weeks ago and fell on her tile floor. X-rays a few days later showed a fractured spine, but today more results came back that showed the bone is broken in two places. She is in a ton of pain and can't do much (the can't do much is the worst part for her, even at 81 1/2), so please keep her in your prayers. The doctor's giving it a few weeks to see how it heals itself, then will possibly have to concrete the bone. (Yes, I said concrete. What in the WORLD?!)
I'd really appreciate your remembering her in prayer - she's active and quite a trooper, but her favorite thing in the world is getting outside in the yard and making weeds into gorgeous flowers, which is a no-no right now (and in prime weather for it, no less).

Thanks so much - hope you're all well.

rebekah :-)


4:23 PM - 2 Comments - 0 Kudos

Grandparents are such a blessing. I will be sure to keep her in my prayers! Maybe during her recovery, you could pay a visit and plant her a little something :)
Posted by Susan on May 1, 2008 - Thursday 10:36 PM

hissy fit

I just finished reading a great piece of chick lit by Mary Kay Andrews, Hissy Fit. (If you're into fun reads and aren't offended by a little colorful language, I recommend it.)

The book is about a Southern girl who -- no spoilers here -- goes through some life junk. And, predictably, throws a hissy fit or two.

We all know that Southern women are known for many things, particularly our manners, cooking, accents, attempts at charm, and...yes...hissy fits.

Unfortunately, being a redhead has certainly not tamed my tendency toward those little outburts (or at least that's what they tell me I can blame it on).
In my very protective-of-the-real-South opinion, Mary Kay Andrews does a great job of expounding on the atmosphere and ambiance without giving it a cheap Hollywoodish fake accent. (This is when books are way better than movies.) She details things that really happen (being questioned about a date's "people") and helped me giggle about exaggerations of the things that really happen (not daring to cancel a hair appointment before an event, even if said event was scandalously cancelled).

In fact, I enjoyed (related to? connected with? resembled?) Hissy Fit so much that I visited the library after finishing it to snatch up the other MKA novellas I could find. Two are about Savannah, and wouldn't you know that my Savannah-bred boyfriend has confirmed that the author had her details spot-on, even down to which turns and shortcuts one can take from the downtown squares to Tybee Island. I like that.

But back to hissy fits (not the book, but the real thing). I don't generally like myself when I throw one. And I don't generally throw them in public. But it has happened, and I'm not proud of it.

However, why is it that sometimes that's the only time people take a girl seriously? Thankfully, it's been a while for me...well, since my carpet was installed. (I think I blogged about that with something PLB-related in the title.) I'm not necessarily on a tirade about it tonight, but I did want to share about the books and author, and openly question you...why does it sometimes take a hissy fit for a Southern girl to be taken seriously?

Whatever the answer, when I grow up, that's one Southern tradition I hope to outgrow. Good riddance, redheaded temper.


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Cute, very cute. I have been looking for something new to read. I will have to check it out, cannot wait!!!
Posted by RE RE on April 28, 2008 - Monday 3:05 PM

Sounds perfect. Been looking for a light read. I wish I knew the answer to your question, but can only agree with you I'm afraid... and hope you find the answer. You know what's worse? When people think it's "cute" when I throw a hissy fit. Ugh!
Posted by Susan on May 1, 2008 - Thursday 10:33 PM

random

Once you have been tagged, you have to write a blog with 10 weird, random things, facts, habits, or goals about yourself. At the end, choose 5 people to be tagged, listing their names and why you chose them. Don't forget to leave them a comment (you're it) and tell them to read your blog. You can't tag the person that tagged you. Since you can't tag me back, let me know when you've posted your blog so I can see your answers.

1. I've been writing my name in lower case letters since high school, and I have no idea why. But when people question me about it, it makes me want to do it forever. Which I probably will.
   
2. Most of the time, I feel like a silly little kid deep down inside. I love that feeling.
   
3. I was never diagnosed with ADD or ADHD, but it's really hard for me to stay in the same place all the time. Perhaps I'm a gypsy at heart.
   
4. When I see a roach, I spray it with an entire can of Raid while screaming at the top of my lungs, "Die! Die! Die!"
   
5. I loved anchoring a mini-news show at Nissan. I never knew I would love that so much! I actually miss being on camera.
   
6. I am a perfectionist when it comes to my own work and personal life, but don't ever hold others to the same standards.
   
7. I have always loved to watch sports, but have recently become the biggest college football fanatic you have ever met. (Thanks, Baton Rouge.)
   
8. When I was a little girl, I wanted black hair like Elizabeth Taylor's. I think I associated it with "Black Beauty" and thought I would naturally get a horse if my hair were black.
   
9. Smelling salty air immediately takes me home, even if I'm thousands of miles away from the Mississippi Gulf Coast.
   
10. Cooking, dancing, singing and exercising give me indescribable adrenaline rushes.
    

I'm tagging Greg because I know his answers will crack me up, Bethanie and Skye because I'd just love to see their lists, Liz because I think I can guess some items on her list and want to see how good I am (or am not), and Susan because I love reading her blogs, no matter the content.


2:57 PM - 2 Comments - 2 Kudos

baton rouge will make anyone a college football fan....its contagious
Posted by monica on April 24, 2008 - Thursday 6:56 AM

Hey Gal! I cut my hand bad so it's hard for me to type. I'll get back 2 u on this. How was LA? Cute pic :)
Posted by Susan on April 24, 2008 - Thursday 4:42 PM

what a girl wants

I just heard some beautiful words that every girl would LOVE to hear at least once in their lifetime...and more is even better!

I am packing for the upcoming West Coast tour (vacay starts tomorrow after work -- woohoo!!!), and realized I'd stuffed my suitcase to the gills without packing a coat (it's supposed to be in the 50s at night in L.A. this week). So I called C to make sure he was bringing a coat, and to sort out this dilemma.
And he said to me....

::happy sigh::...

"Don't worry - there's plenty of room in my suitcase for any of your extras. In fact, I had to add more to my suitcase because it looked so empty."

Ahhh, the bliss! No paring down of shoe or clothes choices, no exiting of extra accessories that may come in handy...

I am one happy girl.


4:25 PM - 1 Comments

That is good! You're right about that!!
Posted by Susan on April 14, 2008 - Monday 5:08 PM

April showers

One of my best friends in the universe is marrying the love of her life next month. So naturally, showers are in order (as are bridesmaids' dresses, bachelorette weekends, and getting myself in shape to wear said bridesmaid's dress).

A few weekends ago, I went to Jane's first wedding shower. It was held at her home church in Gulfport, and it was the sweetest thing. I loved it for many reasons, the primary one being that my sweet Jane was honored and truly showered with many gifts to mark the beginning of her married life to Matt.

Another reason I loved this shower was because it reminded me so much of home. Yes, I am from the MS Gulf Coast myself, but this shower just felt like...home. The sweet ladies who gave it could have taught me Sunday School at any point, the finger sandwiches could have come right out of the WBC kitchen, and the lovely comraderie was like a YouTube video of days gone by in the Christian Life Center. I don't think that anything has reminded me so much of my home church since we stopped going there. So that, obviously, was very heartwarming.

Selfishly, I also loved catching up with old friends I haven't seen in way too long -- namely Amy, who helped me break all Jane's rules about not talking while she was opening gifts. (Oops! For the record, we did try. Hard!)

The most emtional facet of this shower for me was the fact that Jane's mother was so there in spirit. I think everyone knew it...and it was just another reminder that the beautiful wedding and life to come for sweet Jane will be more life experiences that her mother goes through with her, even though she'll go through them from a different angle.

So all of these things combined tell me that good times are definitely ahead. I can't wait to experience the May flowers this April shower will bring...and I'll be one of many pink peonies standing by with a big grin to watch! :-)


8:08 PM - 1 Comments

It sounds like you guys all had a wonderful time. I am so sad that I was unable to make it. I don't even know if I will be able to make it to the wedding, because Kyle will be gone tdy to atlanta all next month, and the girls don't get out of school until the 23rd of May.
Posted by Çhr阮ïñå on April 16, 2008 - Wednesday 5:42 AM

a streetcar named inspire

Being from the MS Gulf Coast allowed me more familiarity with New Orleans than any redhead could ever deserve, so now that I get to do some work there as well with the bank, it’s even more fun to tromp around the city occasionally and see what’s what.

Last week, I was in Lafayette Square for the first of what will be a series of twelve concerts. Outdoor music, food, fun, people, pets...what more could anyone ask for? The event is hosted by the New Orleans Young Leadership Council (YLC), and when they introduced a new project they’re implementing, I could have squealed with delight.

When I lived in Jackson, I vividly remember a campaign/fundraiser that was held downtown using big (concrete? plaster? metal?) catfish. Business would, I believe, pay a fee to paint their catfish just the way they liked (or the way that best represented their organization), and display it on the streets of Jackson. This resulted in a fun, colorful fest-for-all while running typically mundane errands.

Well don’t worry, because New Orleans is doing the same thing...but with little streetcar replicas! I say they’re little, but of course, they’re probably as big as me laying down, but isn’t that too cute?! So soon, we’ll see streetcar replicas all around the city, painted uniquely and denoting businesses who are giving back to N.O. via the YLC. And I so wish I had thought of the name: A Streetcar Named Inspire.

Too classic.


4:59 PM - 2 Comments

This sounds of interest... I'll have to look it up on the net & find out about attending. Enjoy!!
Posted by Susan on April 8, 2008 - Tuesday 4:27 PM

seven-month itch

Well, it’s starting again. That season we Southerners know and love as HOT, and that season that all the mosquitos of the world seek out their favorite redhead to chomp on.

The heat is not too unbearable yet, I have to admit. But I did get my first mosquito bite of ’08 this weekend, leaving me to think that since I barely spent any time outside at all these past few days, it’s going to be a verrrrry long summer.

I really don’t mind the heat so much, but my boyfriend jokes that I’m better to have around outside than any Off or Citronella, because mosquitos automatically buzz toward me rather than dreaming of heading anyone else’s way. And he’s right! While Carl might have gotten five mosquito bites in his whole life, they were definitely before we met. I can literally get eaten up from sitting outside for 10 minutes, and he would never know it if I wasn’t constantly slapping all exposed areas of my body.

Lucky duck.

So I’ll break out the B-12, pray there’s a better smelling spray on the market this year, and head outside. Because even after years of this, I just can’t stay in. After all, it’s spring!

So buzz off, bugs. Here I come.


4:50 PM - 3 Comments - 2 Kudos


I so feel your pain! My husband always asks me how come I have so many bites and he has NONE! I tell him it's because I am so sweet!
Posted by Wendy on April 1, 2008 - Tuesday 6:29 AM


Bekah, boo, boo...you know Mississippi has already reported it's first case of WEST NILE VIRUS this year...the second one in the whole U.S....I can only imagine what is going to happen...Beware bugs, though, of you...redheads are like red ants...they bite back!
Posted by Saintsation on April 1, 2008 - Tuesday 9:15 AM


Great blog and I feel your pain... I wish I had a word of wisdom about prevention, but I'm just a victim like you. It's extremely bad where I am right now beacuse of the destruction from Katrina, so streets & such are still out of whack & we don't have drainage... there's always standing water to the point of "swamp-ish-ness"... mosquito heaven! I can't enjoy the outdoors either. I'm thinking of investing in bat houses cuz I hear they eat mosquitos. I'll let you know how this turns out.
Posted by Susan on April 1, 2008 - Tuesday 6:12 PM

I am PLB, hear me roar.

A few years ago, I earned the unfortunate nickname of Prissy Little B*%^$, which I was happy to have shortened to PLB after the story had been retold enough to satisfy everyone.

I like to think that normally, I’m not a PLB. I mean, there are generally only a few days out of the month that I wake up ready for a fight. But even on my most ready-to-be-nice days, the whole quandary of where customer service went can be baffling, and sometimes a girl’s just gotta sound her barbaric yawp to get heard around here.

My first PLB label -- and very bad customer service experience -- came when I was a junior in college. I was headed to work when I stopped to fill up my car on Hwy 49. After a ridiculously rude run-in with the cashier, I spun around on my heel, tossed my hair, and said, "Fine. Have it your way. Your manager will hear all about it in the letter I’m going to write." Still reeling from the shock that I had said that, I heard the chainsmoker’s gravelly voice mutter, "Prissy little b*tch."

This was obviously quite the hilarious story to my friends and family -- especially after I did write that letter and received a sincere apology letter in reply along with a significant amount of free gas gift certificates. (Why did I already cash those in?! Worth GOLD today! But anyway...)

Since then, I guess my PLB occurrences have taken an upward turn. Not something I’m proud of, necessarily, but something that occasionally is deemed necessary to get any customer service, much less good customer service. A few of those instances over the years have included living/landlord/car wreck experiences (I have a knack for being in the wrong place at the wrong time), and the most recent is in progress now. It involves carpet replacement and lack of communication and workers who are "too tired" to finish the job when they said they would, but I won’t bore you with all that.

My basic point is that today, I had to be somewhat of a PLB in order for a company to do what they said they would. And why is that? Why can’t jobs be done right the first (or God forbid the second) time? I know I’m sounding really ancient here, but what happened to "the customer is always right"? Many friends who own their companies, I’m sure, can name situations where customers can’t always be appeased. And I understand that. But doing a job and doing with a smile seems to be a thing of the past.

I’m pretty sure that if I went to work, griped all day about how hard my work was -- and not just to a select few at lunch -- kept looking at my "customer" (coworker, boss, branch, department, or division I’m working with) and shaking my head while complaining that I’d never seen a job this hard, actively did things to put the work I’d accomplished in peril and ruin its quality, then proceeded to leave with the job half-completed (but still during working hours) because I was "too tired," this is "really hard work," and "I’m having to work with HER, and she’s never really done this before," I can almost guarantee that would not total job security for this redhead.

Do I run into those very issues at work? Of course. Do I sometimes have some of the same temptations? Naturally! But do I give in? No way, man. I like my paycheck. My bills really like my paycheck. And most importantly, I was not taught to get out of work, but to tackle it like the (closet) PLB I am.

Now that I’ve given myself a major pep talk, I’m pretty sure this is where the blog ends. Maybe I’ll remember these words next time one of my "customers" isn’t happy with me. One can only hope.

Until the next rant,
Your (closet) prissy little b*%^&




2:23 PM - 5 Comments - 2 Kudos

Focus on what these people do for a living, what their education level is, what their pay level is ... etc ... also focus on where we live. The comination of these things should explain to you why good customer service is a thing of the past. Take one person who disappoints you and follow their career... they work at a certain gas station for a few months, switch to a fast food restaraunt for a few months ... and so on. A pretty, educated young lady like yourself is just a PLB to them because they wish they were :)
Posted by Susan on March 27, 2008 - Thursday 7:58 PM

Sigh. You're right. Bye-bye, wind in my ranting sails. Your words are so true!
Posted by Arr-Jay on March 28, 2008 - Friday 6:35 AM

(I mean your words about their place in life are so true. Not necessarily about their wishing to be in my place! But thanks for that, too.)
Posted by Arr-Jay on March 28, 2008 - Friday 6:36 AM

Bekah....Bekah....BEKAH!!!! Terms of endearment are what makes us each *special*... Now I dont mean Window-licking "Special", but the kind of special that all of your friends see and go, "I really DO love this Pri$$y Lil Beyaaaatch!!! At LEAST the Chain Smoking Ass-jacket didnt turn around and start into the third verse of.... "Say You..........Say Meeeee........"Love, CRB(Crazy Redneck Bastard)
Posted by Jammit on March 28, 2008 - Friday 12:56 PM

You are a total nut job! I definitely thought of you while writing this, wondering if you would read it and call me out on those work times together when I reared my ugly PLB head. :-) Love and miss you!!!
Posted by Arr-Jay on March 30, 2008 - Sunday 5:28 PM

manna from heaven

Sunday was Easter, which meant the end of Lent, which meant the end of no-bread-for-RJ. That’s right, people, I had bread again! And God bless the stuff.
I do love my bread...and I can’t believe I did without it for FORTY days. And nights. Amazing!

But, the point was made...my sacrifice wasn’t nearly as amazing as my Savior’s. And if the delectable rush of joy I felt when taking that first bite of Le Madeliene’s hot turkey bistro sandwich is even a taste of what God feels when we come humbly to Him and realize all He’s done for us, then wow. I had no idea.

Which was the point, right?



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That is awesome. Reminds me of a 3 day fast to raise money for hungry children at the BSU back in the day... it was only 3 days, but I thought I was going to die.... I remember the baked potato soup that Jackie Ball made.... it was the most fantastic food I had ever tasted at that point in my life. 40 days and nights is amazing... I wish I had will power like that.
Posted by Çhr阮ïñå on March 27, 2008 - Thursday 4:48 AM

LOL...well, I did eat SOMETHING, just not bread. And I wish I could say I noticed a difference in weight, but alas, I think I just compensated with other non-bread foods. ;-)I remember that fast...I didn't get to participate because I was getting over the flu or something. Go figure.
Posted by Arr-Jay on March 27, 2008 - Thursday 10:24 AM

So very true. I failed at my sacrifice, but I did learn from it... and am still continuing to try. I think I'm just too passionate about my bad habits and not passionate enough about my Savior. In the end, I always return to my Heavenly Father and pick myself up, dust myself off and get back on track. It is a blessing to know that he loves me no matter how dusty I am and is anxious to spend that quality time with me no matter when, where, what or how. God is great!
Posted by Susan on March 27, 2008 - Thursday 6:05 PM

brit lit

In a very unplanned sequence, I have recently happened upon several books written by and about the British. They are, of course, chick lit, which is meant to be enjoyed with a favorite tub of Blue Bell and the best bubble bath a girl can find.

So in that regard, I present to you some of my favorite British terms. I admittedly may start accidentally using some of these terms in sentences if I keep up this reading pattern, but for now, I’m just putting them in context:

• holiday -- I am going on holiday in a few weeks, and I can’t wait!
• telly -- Thank heavens the writers’ strike is over; now maybe we can find something decent to watch on the telly.
• plug -- I was so thirsty after my workout that I took a long and loud plug of my water without thinking about how unladylike I might look or sound.
• s versus z -- I’ve come to realise that things are not always what they seem.
• arse -- Surely after a few more weeks at the gym, my arse won’t scream at me every time I walk.
• cheesed off -- I can’t imagine why everyone is so cheesed off with me. It’s really bringing me down.
• barking -- I’m sure the guy who walked past while I was muttering to myself thinks I’m barking. At one time, I really was viewed as sane...I’m sure of it.
• cow -- I would love to say she’s a complete cow, but unfortunately for the rest of us, she’s quite lovely.
• motorbike -- With the recent hike in gas prices, there’s also been a distinct increase in the number of motorbikes you see on the road.
• tug -- I’ve been sitting here so long I might need you to give me a tug to help me up.
• piqued -- He felt piqued when he realised she had not told him everything that seemed common knowledge to everyone else.

And there are more, but those are my favourites...especially when I'm on holiday. :-)

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very cute. ;-)
Posted by Çhr阮ïñå on March 27, 2008 - Thursday 4:40 AM

I often use "holiday" in this fashion because I too find it just adorable. I'm loving the "cheesed off" and plan to implement it from now on. :) One thing I like to use is "bloody" as a curse word, because for some reason in the US it doesn't sound like a curse word... and you know me, I'm tryin to break that bloody habit :)
Posted by Susan on March 27, 2008 - Thursday 6:01 PM

An object in motion...

...tends to stay in motion. And an object at rest tends to stay at rest, right? That’s what I’ve always heard, anyway...and I’m pretty sure it’s actually a law.

So when I found that law (of gravity? physics? something else scientific that usually goes completely above my head?) applying to other parts of my life recently, I couldn’t help but wonder...were the science books onto something?

For instance, something got me really down this weekend. And I do mean really down. It was the kind of something that can, let’s say, take a perfectly good Friday and swirl it around until you forget why you’re thanking God it’s Friday. And once I got on the downward slope, there was no stopping me. My doctor’s appointment that afternoon depressed me. (I’m not saying I usually do cartwheels in the waiting room, but please - it was a routine checkup.) My haircut didn’t make me as happy as usual (what??! I was being pampered...hello!). And driving around my old stomping grounds made me sad and lonely rather than happy and reflective.

But then, I had GNO with my girls. It wasn’t the typical make-you-happy-till-you-drop GNO, but it was such fun, sweet, good time with my girls. So sweet that it in itself was almost more reflective than upbeat, so my downward turn could’ve gone either way. But after that, I got to hang with my main big man. THEN I got millions of hours of much-needed sleep. THEN I had girlie brunch with some friends (one of whom is a little toddler cutie that could make anyone melt). THEN I got to do some post-parading with C and see some wonderful old friends, which is never bad. And then the kicker came when we had fantastic hang-out time with other friends at their house that night. So once the upward turn started, it just kept going.

I’ve noticed the same thing when it comes to after-hours activities. Once I get settled in after work (especially after a long day), I don’t want to move, much less check anything off my list. But if I (follow Liz’s advice and) keep going until time for bed, wham, I never knew what I missed in that nap or coveted reading time.

Basic principles, yes, but ones I’m going to try to remember more often...particularly when I’m feeling down or lazy.

An object in motion tends to stay in motion. An object at rest tends to stay at rest.


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It was great seeing you this weekend. Nothing like sitting in a bathroom while your friend tries to fish a dry contact lens out of her eye (incidentally I did get it out the next morning, and it was folded up like 3 times)! But, nonetheless, great seeing you!
Posted by Ashley on March 18, 2008 - Tuesday 6:44 AM

wicked awesome

C and I were talking this weekend about what a GREAT time we had in Boston last spring.

It was freezing cold and we were never (intentionally) without scarves and gloves, yet everything about that trip seemed charmed...we met great people, ate wonderful food, saw fantastic sights, ventured into new places...good times, all the way around.

Some of my favorite and most random memories are being called "Mississippi" by the several people we ended up seeing more than once around town, making some wonderful new friends from Ireland, driving up to Maine and seeing beautiful scenery and SNOW, and growing to love a very big city as though it was a very small town -- set up just for us.

Good times. Wicked good.



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I have always wanted to go to Boston. I can just feel what you mean by "charmed". Someday...
Posted by Susan on March 10, 2008 - Monday 8:05 PM

carb lite

Ok, it's official - this no bread thing is killing me! What I wouldn't give for a sandwich on great bread...or pasta....or just a WRAP, for crying out loud!

Down in Mississippi and up to no good.

As a native Mississippian who is just fully encountering a new state for the first time, I can assure anyone that I am definitely a proud Mississippian (and coast trash to boot -- yep, that's right Greg and Alicia, I said it)! ;-)

You know you're a proud Mississippian if...
1. You can properly pronounce Kosciusko, Ackerman, Gautier and Belzoni.
2. You think people who complain about the heat in their states are sissies.
3. A tornado warning siren is your signal to go out in the yard and look for a funnel.
4. You know that the true value of a parking space is not determined by the distance to the door, but by the availability of shade.
5. Stores don't have bags or shopping carts, they have sacks and buggies.
6. You've seen people wear overalls at funerals.
7. You think everyone from a bigger city has an accent.
8. You measure distance in minutes. (It's about 5 minutes down the road)
9. You go to the lake because you think it is like going to the ocean.
10. You listen to the weather forecast before picking out an outfit.
11. You know cowpies are not made of beef.
12. Someone you know has used a football schedule to plan their wedding date.
13. You have known someone who has a belt buckle bigger than your fist.
14. You aren't surprised to find movie rental, ammunition, beer, and bait all in the same store.
15. A Mercedes Benz isn't a status symbol. A Chevy Silverado Extended Bed Crew Cab is.
16. You know everything goes better with Ranch Dressing.
17. You learned how to shoot a gun before you learned how to multiply..
18. You actually get these jokes and are 'fixin' ' to send them to your friends.
19. You have used your heater and air-conditioner in the same day!
Finally: You are 100% Mississippian if you have ever had this conversation:
20. 'You wanna coke?' 'Yeah.' 'What kind?' 'Dr Pepper.'



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Ha Ha Ha. Thanks, this was great.
Posted by Çhr阮ïñå on March 3, 2008 - Monday 7:06 AM

I see nothing wrong with a single thing listed here. Is that a bad sign?
Posted by Skye on March 3, 2008 - Monday 6:09 PM

But can you pronounce Chalybeate?Have you been to a funeral in a barn?Do you know someone who planned a wedding around hunting seasons?Now that is the MS I know and love! (and love to joke about)
Posted by Rachel on March 4, 2008 - Tuesday 8:42 PM

a Lenten update from the breadless rj

After Ash Wednesday, I declared my decision to give up bread for Lent. As I posted in my original blog re. Lent, it was not an easy decision, but that's why I made it. I wanted to see what sacrifice was about, and if I could handle a sliver of what Jesus sacrificed when he spent 40 days and nights in the desert, grieving over His Father's plan for Him.

Because I admittedly love bread more than the average person, I have been surprised not to suffer that much from my lack of bread. Yes, it has been tough -- particularly when I smell wafting foccacia scents and see delightful pasta dishes. I wavered once at a friend's shower when I tried the cake, but have otherwise stuck to my guns.

The 40 days, however, are definitely not up. I still have many more pizzas to walk by, sandwiches to forego, ice cream servings to put in a bowl instead of a cone, and Taco Bell orders to eat off the tortillas, not with the tortillas.
But so far, the purpose has been fulfilled. The redhead is learning a bit about sacrifice (though it's only a slight bit).

Point taken.



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I am so proud of you for making this decision and selecting such an item you enjoy as your sacrifice. YEAH!
Posted by Shannon on February 28, 2008 - Thursday 7:11 PM

I always find the sacrifice so hard, but so valuable... it is hard to imagine the sacrifice that Christ went through. I feel like there is nothing I could give up that would ever compare... and that is my lame & hypocritical way of avoiding it all together. However, this season I have decided to give up cursing... which I'm sad to admit is a very terrible habit of mine and I was surprised to learn at just how must I must have because I am catching myself. When I give something up, though... I try to give up something permanently... so, if I succeed... this will be a good thing. For me, giving up bread would be even harder I think... lol!
Posted by Susan on March 10, 2008 - Monday 8:01 PM

a Southern Baptist’s crack at Lent

I am giving up bread for the Lenten season.

Those who know me well might ask yourselves, "Why would a Southern Baptist girl give up anything for Lent?"

Well, in the midst of all this Catholicism over here in the BR, and especially during the Mardi Gras season, I have become much more aware of the meanings of these things, and since my friends here are making sacrifices in honor of the sacrifice Jesus made for us, I thought, "I might could do that, too."

So far, I am on Day 2 and I have only had one Subway sandwich. (That was yesterday, when the Subway Sandwich Artist told me she could not make me a salad. What else was I to do? Tonight, however, I managed to eat around the rice in my leftovers, which I considered a huge practice of discipline.)

The second question you may ask yourself is, "Why bread?"

I can understand the puzzlement, because when my coworker Shannon brought it up as her sacrifice, I laughed myself silly at her. I was like, "No way would I give up bread! Pasta! Cookies! Crackers! Bagels?!"

But then I started thinking about it beyond my surface level and realized that would represent a TRUE sacrifice for me. (I do love my bread.)

So there you have it. Pray for me.



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From one bread lover to another...Godspeed!
Posted by Bethanie on February 7, 2008 - Thursday 7:22 PM

Boy, do I understand. No one here has ever really understood when I try to do this each year. But, I am a Catholic out of water over here in Big Baptist, Mississippi. I always try to give up Cokes, but usually fail by day 3 or 4. This year, I'm giving up french fries. Yep - I said it! French fries, baby! ....eh, we'll see how it goes. Hopefully more than the standard 4 days :)
Posted by Skye on February 7, 2008 - Thursday 9:16 PM

i've done this before as a southern baptist. chocolate was my sacrifice. it gives you a feeling of overwhelming accomplishment. hang in there.
Posted by monica on February 8, 2008 - Friday 6:55 AM

You will be happy to know that I too have given up a few things for Lent:
1) Liver
2) Goat cheese
3) The worm in the tequila
4) Raw red meat
5) And last but not least, moldy bread
I knew you would be proud of me!
Posted by Greg Mo on February 15, 2008 - Friday 9:14 PM

frequently asked questions

After a recent trip home to the MS Gulf Coast for a family funeral and an encounter with about 100 people I used to be closely affiliated with, it has come to my attention that it would be wise for me to remember that the next time I'm in that situation, bringing copies of RJ's FAQs would dearly come in handy (and save my poor voice and brain from the repititious talking).

For inquiring minds, the handout would include the following questions to date. (BTW, if I had any sense at all, I would have typed these up before my trip instead of waiting till now!)

Q: You don't live around here anymore, do you?
A: No (ma'am or sir), I moved away after college for a job opportunity.

Q: Are you still up there in -- where was it? -- Jackson?
A: Actually, I just moved from Jackson to Baton Rouge a few months ago.

Depending on the interviewer's personal opinion about the home state of the Saints, the following question(s) may or may not come next:

Q: Baton Rouge? Why would you want to live in Baton Rouge -- Louisiana -- Cajun country?!
A: Well, I moved there for a job, and I'm actually really enjoying it a lot.

Q: What sort of job would make you want to move to Louisiana?
A: I'm doing public relations for Hancock Bank, so I do get to come to Gulfport for work a lot.

Q: Surely you're not an LSU fan...?
A: Actually, I am! And what a football season to become one, right?

After a (not necessarily discreet) glance at my ring finger:

Q: Are you married?
A: No (ma'am or sir), I'm not married. I am dating a great guy, though -- you'd really like him.

Q: Why aren't you married?
A: Well, I think timing is very important, and I just haven't woken up yet with that desire. Thankfully, neither has he, so that makes it much nicer! Plus, I am very afraid of divorce.

Q: No kids?
A: No (ma'am or sir) -- but Kim has the cutest little boy, who is entertainment enough for us all!

If the previous answer does not fly, the next question is sure to follow:

Q: Why don't you have kids yet?
A: Well, again, the timing should probably be right for marriage before I take that step...

And the list goes on.



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That is one of funniest things I've ever seen! Maybe because I was there as a witness. Oh, and the fact that I was being asked similar questions, such as:

Q: Are you divorced? (Don't be scared of it, it is actually quite liberating)
A: No, I just like to bring other women to family funerals

Q: Why don't you have kids?
A: Quite frankly I don't care to much for them, I am selfish, and I don't want to bring one into this crappy world. Enough info for you WBC gossip.

Q: Do you still have that store?
A: Well, you obviously weren't a good customer if you didn't realize the Vietnamese people working there and the fried rice in the kitchen!

So on and so forth.

Posted by Greg Mo on February 15, 2008 - Friday 9:23 PM

Shaking shoulders and Subbie sandwiches: A tribute to Auntie M

Last night, I said goodbye to one of the strongest women I have ever known. I don't call her strong because of her sturdiness (although she could grow a mean garden and apparently taught her grandson how to climb a tree -- by demonstration, no less). And I don't call her strong because of her will to live and live well until 89 years old.

My Aunt Mildred was strong because of the quiet dignity she walked through life with. Her strength was obvious every time she submitted to her husband, laughed off arguments with just about anyone, or offered lucky guests a glass of her lemonade. Her strength showed the most not through what she did or what everyone knew she did, but through what she declined to do, and what many did not realize she was even capable of.

I think Auntie M, as I have lovingly referred to her in print for years, is one of the only people I've ever been close to who has not questioned me about moving from home to pursue my career, waiting until timing is just right to be married, or the reasons I do the silly things I do so very, very well. Aunt Mildred was strong enough to accept everyone for who they are, not for who they could be.

With undeniable strength, Aunt Mildred joined her little sister, my Nan, in unknowingly displaying the most beautiful pictorial of sisterhood that Kim and I could have ever witnessed. In fact, they did such a good job of this that it still doesn't bother me when people are amazed that Kim and I rarely fought when we were growing up (or fight now, for that matter). I have never felt weird or crazy for calling my sister my best friend in a world where that's very uncommon, and I'm almost certain my sanity in that area can be attributed to the loveliness and hilarity we grew up realizing as the norm for sister-to-sister relationships.

It took strength for Aunt Mildred to be herself in a world where conformity is praised. She wouldn't have had it any other way, though. She tended her roses, picked her cucumbers, studied God's Word, laughed without restraint, praised her family, and loved her way straight through what is now a long and beautiful legacy.

During the worst part of Aunt Mildred's illness, I realized that maybe I'm not being entirely selfish to mourn our loss of her. She was a beautiful asset to this world, and those of us who knew and loved her are definitely more blessed for the knowing and the loving.

I haven't been able to pass a Subway sandwich shop in ten years without hearing Aunt Mildred incredulously tell me that the "Subbie sandwich" I brought her was pretty good. And I'll never be able to see anyone's shoulders shake with laughter without seeing Aunt Mildred's beautiful smile and that twinkle her eyes were so famous for.

When I moved to Baton Rouge, Carl threw a "see you real soon" party and invited my closest friends. Despite the gap I feel when I think of no longer getting tickled with my sweet and precious great-aunt, I refuse to look at Aunt Mildred's entrance into a perfect and painless eternity as a bad thing. Instead, I am grateful that with the way time flies, we'll see her again in no time at all – and possibly eat a Subbie sandwich while we're at it.

See you real soon, Auntie M.


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I am real sorry to hear about your Aunt. I know she was a good friend of Michael's Grandmother. I think I met her at Ms. Louise's house when we were there. She was a really nice person.Your Aunt Mildred and your family will be in my prayers.
Posted by Mary on January 26, 2008 - Saturday 7:08 AM


What a beautiful tribute to your aunt. My thoughts are with you & your family.
Posted by Bethanie on January 26, 2008 - Saturday 7:41 AM

Codependency becomes me.

I've recently entered into a codependent relationship, and I couldn't be happier.

No worries -- Carl and I are still as carefree and space-loving as ever -- but there's a new girl in town now. Her name is Abby, and Carl actually introduced us. Via Christmas wrapping and a bow, to be exact.

Abby the Navi.

My new navigational system is the sweetest thing -- her soothing voice directs me when I'm lost, makes me feel happy when I'm sad, and calms my frustrations on the road. And as of last week's multi-locational work trip to the bustling (and confusing) Sin City of the south, I'm hooked.

I even kissed her. Carl's not complaining. O:-)


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Cute, very cute! You are a very talented writer!!!
Posted by RE RE on January 24, 2008 - Thursday 6:36 AM

Aw, thanks! Hope you're doing well!
Posted by Arr-Jay on January 27, 2008 - Sunday 8:14 AM

I am addicted to mine too! I named her Sassy Belle Serpas. She is great except for when she fusses at me for taking a wrong turn. The touch screen malfunctioned in December during our vacation to the Smokies and I was totally lost. It's funny that I now get lost around town because I've become so dependant. I can't wait until they have her fixed.
Posted by Carrie on January 24, 2008 - Thursday 3:42 PM

I'm afraid I would go into convulsions if mine broke down. She is like crack!
Posted by Arr-Jay on January 27, 2008 - Sunday 8:14 AM

This is hilarious! I am so going to get one of these, I waste so much gas by getting lost in the tons of different places we move to every year... ha ha
Posted by Çhr阮ïñå on January 26, 2008 - Saturday 5:42 AM

Carats -- good for the eyes?

This weekend, my Nan helped me shop for some stichwork of hers I wanted to have framed. As we waited in line at Michael's, we chatted a little with the attractive lady in front of us. It began, of course, with conversation about what she was having framed, then led to other topics.

During a lull, graceful as ever, Nan reached across me to the lady's left hand, commenting, "Honey, how many carats is your diamond?" The lady smiled humbly and said, "Three carats." After complimenting her ring's style and shine for a few minutes, Nan moved her left hand from her other side and put it on the counter, stating, "I just would've thought for sure your diamond was bigger than mine!"

The lady, of course, replied with the Southern grace and charm expected of us all, complimenting, "Oh my, how pretty! How big is your diamond?" Demurely, Nan replied, "Three point one carats."

I guess when it comes to carats, it's really important that our eyes be in good shape...

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Oh my goodness, I bet your Nan is somewhat of a firecracker! That's too funny. And whose finger can hold that many carats to begin with. I think I'd walk lop-sided! Anyway, your rich, and unique point of view is refreshing as always. Hope all is well for you there. My last board meeting is Tuesday. "sniff, sniff." Melissa Brewer Lott will be a great VP tho'. I'm estactic they chose to elect her!
Posted by lotts2tel on January 13, 2008 - Sunday 7:05 PM

cuatro

My sister's precious son (a.k.a. my main little man, a.k.a. Caleb) turned four yesterday, leaving me to wonder where the time has gone. Don't get me wrong -- the little guy has definitely had his share of photography sessions (amateur and otherwise), spoiling, play sessions, and phone convos with "da Bekah," but FOUR YEARS OLD? Good grief.

This means that a mere cuatro anos ago, I was experiencing what I suppose is at least a distilled version of the deepest, most age-old connection that exists.

When I saw that baby, my life changed. Even though I didn't conceive, carry, go through labor with, or birth him, my precious sister did, so I felt a sliver of several of those steps. From the excitement of a confirmed pregnancy to the relief of three safe trimesters to pacing the hospital hallways to first laying eyes on that sweet bundle, many tears were shed and prayers lifted for that little man and his mommy and daddy.

And they still are. And will be always.

I had no idea what a fun title "aunt" could be, and I love the challenge and excitement of growing into it even more fully as this sweet, playful, crazy-witty little guy grows into his already vivacious personality.

Uno, dos, tres, cuatro...keep 'em coming.


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my revolution

I went home for a very brief Christmas trip, which was the best decision I have made about what to do with my discombobulated self in the last few days.

Here's why:
* Family time can be therapeutic -- and it was.
* My sweet puppy loves me and is not afraid to show it.
* Familiarity.
* My daddy's fire-building skills (and the great time we spent relaxing in front of the fireplace because of those skills).
* My mother's cooking skills (and the wonderful time I spent savoring the tastes of home because of those skills).
* Timing.
* Peacefulness.
* Christmas Eve at Nan's! :-)
* Seeing Aunt Mildred resting peacefully before I left to come back tonight.
* Taking some great pics of my Grandma Johnson's church...a place that was so centric to who she was and her character that lives on years after her human life ended.
* Knowing those I love who were far away -- specifically Kim & Co., C and Russ -- were where they needed to be, enjoying time with their families.

So my trip home clearly allowed my spirits to do a 180, which I so appreciate! And I have made up my mind that when the darkness creeps back in -- because it surely will -- I will just have to let the hardness of being new and alone in this town fade, and (forcibly) reorient myself to the great parts of that positioning: anonymity (love it!), freedom from obligations, exploring, etc.

Here I go...welcome to my revolution!

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The power of prayer, it works! I am sooo glad you sound so well. Merry Christmas Bekah!
Posted by Carrie on December 26, 2007 - Wednesday 8:40 AM

Sometimes you can have that same discombobulated and lonely feeling at your very own home. I'm glad home helped you though! Happy New Year!
Posted by Amanda on December 27, 2007 - Thursday 1:08 PM

Very nicely said, my friend. You know, you can feel free to call or text whenever the blues seem to encroach a bit too far. We can all use a list of friends to call when such things happen - new town or no!
Posted by lotts2tel on December 28, 2007 - Friday 12:28 AM

Let there be peace on earth, and let it begin with me.

I'm not really sure if I'll ever figure out how to set these blogs to "private," so this could end up being a widespread blog instead of one just meant for close friends' eyes. Whatever the case, I guess it's time to just put it out there: IDK what is going on with me. I think I'm experiencing for the first time what I've heard about for so many years -- those "holiday blues" or whatever. That never made sense to me before this year -- how can you be sad around the holidays? -- but it's starting to really become clearer to me.

Yes, I'm sure a lot of this is stemming from my recent move...I don't know. I mean, I wasn't exactly on top of the world before I moved, either, so maybe it was just bound to happen, wherever I was. Of course, I feel better when I'm around friends and C and family and anyone who gets my mind off this funk I'm experiencing, but it's still there, deep down, no matter what. I hate it.

Also, I have a very special aunt who is in serious condition, and thinking about that doesn't help very much either. But I don't know. It's just....weird....and I know I'm not the only person who's ever felt this way, but I'm not used to it, so I'm starting to wonder if I'll ever feel normal again.

John Mayer has this great song about a quarter-life crisis. I've always been about 5 years behind the rest of my age group in terms of growing up, so maybe that's it. Maybe I'm experiencing that quarter-life crisis in my 30s.

Whatever the case, I still want to wish everyone a wonderful Christmas and the most sincere hope that the world can feel merry and bright. There are so many people who have meant so much to me in so many ways -- Christmas cards could never fully express that. And if I could ask that while you're praying for those big items...cure for cancer, peace on earth, etc...I would appreciate one for the little redhead, too, to figure out what in the world is going on and to bounce out of this nastiness.

With much love and many wishes for the merriest of Christmases and the happiest of new years,
rebekah



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Aw, Bekah.....You're way to pretty for soo many worries. It is difficult during the holidays, a usually perfect time, when things in your life aren't so perfect and I'll pray for you that it won't be so bad. You can come here if you'd like. My kids will be sure to cheer you up. I truly hope you find deep heart warming cheer but if not know that it's ok, it's just life ;)Merry Christmas!
Posted by Carrie on December 23, 2007 - Sunday 10:25 PM

Skipping Christmas?

A few years ago, I read John Grisham's book titled Skipping Christmas. At the time, I was delighted to think about and appreciate the value in doing just that -- foregoing the commercialism of the most wonderful time of the year, and just getting the heck out of dodge to take a breather. Of course, when I read it, I lived in a place where everyone knew my name as if the setting was the Cheers bar, and where I was ridiculously involved in so many activities that I barely took time for myself, much less the measured-out increments I gave to anyone else.

This year during the Christmas season, however, I live in a place where practically nobody knows my name, and I have more time for myself than I know what to do with. Maybe that's why my eyes have been more opened to the sights and sounds of Christmas than they have in a long time.

Granted, it could also be a result of RJ's Christmas in Stages -- having Christmas with the family during Thanksgiving (because that's when we saw Kim, Steve and Caleb), then semi-celebrating in BR throughout the month, then having C'mas with Carl last weekend, going to a few parties this week, going to the Coast for the actual holiday, then planning to re-live Christmas in January with my Jxn friends -- but still, even despite the fact that printer and computer issues have kept me from what has come to be a long-term goal of getting out Christmas cards, I think I'm feeling the true Christmas spirit more this year than I have in a while.

There's just something wonderful about experiencing so many of those loved traditions without the element of planning, organizing, and finding time in everyone's schedule to actually DO them -- like savoring Christmas lights as I drive around. And leisurely walking through the mall, hanging over the rail to look at the kiddos on Santa's lap. And actually writing out Christmas cards (whether or not they'll actually get sent before 12/24).

But I guess I'd better enjoy it this year. I won't be new, uncommitted, and able to simulate skipping everything forever!


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Hey Rebecca From work... I just had to comment on your post. Last year was my first Christmas as a married woman, so here I was in this new place with this new husband in a new apartment AND he had to work so we didnt even get to go home for the Holidays :( We didnt have much money for presents for each other, but we had JUST gotten TONS of wedding gifts. So we put up a tree, Rusty's first REAL tree mind you, I cooked lots of yummy food and we ate on our new Christmas china every meal til New Years! We didnt buy but 3 gifts for each other, which is now sortof our own tradition. Christmas Eve we went to church and then after we got ice cream and drove around looking at Christmas lights. We stopped in the city park on the Bentonville Square (home to the first Walton 5 and Dime where Sam Walton got his idea :) and enjoyed the BEAUTIFUL lights there. We actually ran into a family there taking their annual family pics in the park in PAJAMAS and they invited us to Christmas dinner at their house, even though we decided to not go so we could have our own special Christmas dinner, it was soo sweet of them to offer. I only cried a few times and thought about missing out on all the family festivites in Star, but we had such a great first Christmas I don't think we'll ever forget it! This year, I've worked really hard to make it special so we've had friends over for dinner many times, hosted a carolling outing and even had our church young professional christmas party at our apartment club house!I'm glad you've had the chance to step back and enjoy those twinkling lights and the REAL MEANGING OF CHRISTMAS! Merry Christmas! Rebecca the Sister :)
Posted by Rebecca on December 18, 2007 - Tuesday 6:50 AM

amnesia

So yesterday I visited this church in the BR that I'm not sure I will be visiting again -- it was fine, just not exactly what I'm looking for -- and tonight while I'm kind of blah, something the pastor said just came back to me.

He talked about "spiritual amnesia" and humans' tendency to forget by Friday the closeness they felt to God on Wednesday, to forget in 2006 the miracle they experienced in 2002, etc.

I think tonight, I'm experiencing thankfulness amnesia. We just came out of the holiday season aimed directly at reminding us of all we have to be thankful for, and here I am, blah as can be. What's the deal? IDK, but I should really snap out of it.

"Samantha Who?" may be my new favorite show, but amnesia is definitely not for me.

silly rj

It's that time of the year again, which means silly rebekah is in her mushy mode and has to thank everyone in her life for making it what it is. I appreciate the connections I've rediscovered through this site and hope each of you have a precious Thanksgiving season!

Be safe if you're traveling, and much love to you all.

It’s something unpredictable, but in the end it’s right.

This week I had to make a surprise trip to our Gulfport office. This isn't a bad thing -- so far, I've gotten to tie in visits with family and sometimes even friends when I'm there -- it was just really unexpected, especially having the news come about an hour before close of business on Wednesday when I was supposed to leave at 6:30am on Thursday. But since the meetings I needed to attend held info that would be valuable for me in the long run, I changed the plans and made the trip. I had no idea that not only would I not get to see any friends or family during the jaunt, I would also get to see parts of myself I'd tucked far, far away, deep inside the heart of rj.

I made the trip with a coworker who'd already reserved one of our pool cars to go. This coworker and I are friends -- we are both in Marketing and do lunch together often -- but so far have been really connected by another Marketing girl whom I happened to get to know before this one. So this was the first rj/Shannon one-on-one time, and I really had a blast.

Much laughter, two long meetings, hundreds of miles and many stories into the trip, we delved on the way home tonight into a subject I haven't discussed with anyone in a while: spirituality. I have needed to discuss this subject; I've even wanted to discuss it. The topic just hasn't come up (nor have I broached it).

As always, it was terribly refreshing to meet and talk intelligently with someone who shares the same (what I hope I can call of myself) purity of heart and interest in a life well-lived. But it was also equally refreshing to share brutal honesty and slacking stories with someone whom I knew from prior convos would not judge me, but whom would be honest with me about her thoughts and feelings on particular matters.

I do love being female. I think this invisible bond that connects us all is so amazing. I also love being a redhead, and being quirky (even a bit crazy at times), and being a Southern girl (can 31-year-olds still be girls? Hmmm). And even more than that, I love being transparent and free and clear to discuss what's on my mind and heart, even when it might not be socially (or spritually) acceptable or timed correctly.

So I had the amazing experience of bonding, sharing, exchanging heartfelt feelings, ideas and laughter with someone whom I also get to work and lunch with -- and while on a work trip.

So at the end of what has felt like a very long day, I hafta say, the surprise Gulfport trip was a good surprise, even if I didn't get to catch up with old friends or even my parents.

And without doubt, I had one of the more memorable times of my life.

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We all need these conversations! And so often don't realize who is already in place nearby to share them with. I'm so glad you felt free and hope that the feeling lasts and the friendship has just begun!
Posted by lotts2tel on November 20, 2007 - Tuesday 8:19 PM

Indian giver

Last week, I got the cutest little birthday card from my 3-year-old nephew. The cover said, "Happy birthday to my aunt." Inside, the card read, "You're sort of like my mom away from mom." Too cute, right? But there's more!

According to my sister, Caleb felt the card needed more numbers (when you think about it, kids' cards are all about the big colorful numbers), so he added 10-25-07 and 31. He also drew a shark, a jellyfish, the sun, the moon, and "a boat for Bekah in Baton Rouge," all nicely labeled by my sister.

When I was talking to Kim yesterday, I could hear Caleb singing in the background so I asked her to tell him how much I love my card. While she was putting him on the phone, I could hear him protesting, "I know she wants to talk to me, but I can't right now -- I have things to do!" Finally, after some mother/son discussion, his little voice chimed loud and clear, "Hey Bekah! Love you Bekah! Bye Bekah!"

I said, "Wait! Caleb! I just wanted to tell you how much I loved my sweet birthday card. You did such a great job of drawing on it...the sun, moon, jellyfish, shark, and boat for Baton Rouge...they were wonderful! And all those numbers you wrote -- you are such a big boy!"

After a few seconds of silence, Caleb emphatically stated, "I want that card back."

Trying to muffle my laughter, I heard Kim exclaim in the background, "Caleb Levi! That was Aunt Bekah's birthday card."

Ever the politician, he replied, "Well, it's not her birthday anymore."

Clearly, the boy knows a good piece of art when he sees -- or creates -- it.


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Again, sounds very much like my Kimberly. Too Cute!
Posted by Just Music on November 13, 2007 - Tuesday 10:58 PM

That is hilarious!
Posted by Bethanie on November 14, 2007 - Wednesday 4:45 PM

That is so funny! I can so picture Hailey saying something like that!
Posted by Wendy on November 19, 2007 - Monday 1:58 PM

letter I do intend to send

Author's note: While I do intend to send (give) this letter to C as we celebrate his birthday this weekend, I have not yet done so. So if you happen to read it then see him, he may not have read it yet. Grazie for your attention to that small detail!

A very wise (yet extraordinarily young) person once told me, "The secret's in the sauce." Over. And over. And over again. (And then some more, in case I might have forgotten.)

Despite the number of times I heard this mantra over the past seven years -- or has it been eight? -- I never argued with his theory, but I admittedly always internally pondered if perhaps the secret wasn't in the meat itself, or how it was cooked, or in its seasoning. Or who knew? Maybe the secret was really in how hungry the diners were, or even in the love and effort it took for the chef to prepare the meal itself. (There is value in that, you know.)

In due time, I began to sense that though this guy may not be aware of it, he was applying his theory to many more rooms in life than just his kitchen. And since he was and is in my life, his theory about the sauce's secret has affected me as well.

I can't quite pinpoint when it started, but sometime between the fall of 1999 and the fall of 2007, I have gradually come to discern that yes, the base of a thing itself is important -- quality, consistency, quality, durability, quality, afforadibility, quality, accessibility, quality ;-) -- but there is definitely something special about that extra oomph when it's added to just about anything, including (but not limited to):
chicken
jokes (can we say delivery and timing?)
conversation
sadness
eggs
injuries (not that I had any of those during the nLife...)
irritating days
fish
irritating weeks
happy times
grief
steak
vacations
hard times
adventures
mourning
grits
opening pains of new chapters
closing pains of old chapters
risotto
difficult decisions
moving
soup
miles of separation between us
new friends coming in
old friends going out
sandwiches
differences
gumbo
similarities
inadvertently erasing vacation memories from a camera and sobbing on the plane ride back
vegetables

You see, the wise (young) man is my boyfriend, but before he was my boyfriend, he was my best friend. And truth be known, I was a little scared a couple of years ago when the infamous "C" and I first transitioned from friends to dating, because how could I be sure that the laid back, relaxed fun we could always count on would still be there? Work would be involved with a real, defined relationship. Scheduled time together. And most frightening of all, what if I became his obligation rather than his choice...and vice versa. And the list went on and on.

But rather than cracking the boyfriend whip and keeping me on my very frightened toes, this funny, intelligent, incredibly hardworking man of men showed me the the most important work we had to do in our relationship was to continue the mutual respect and trust that was the trademark of our very solid friendship for so many years, and to have the fun that comes so naturally to us as a pair in the process. And so far, my only obligation to him is to be myself, to be honest with him, and to expect the same from him.

In the past two years of dating Carl, I've really come to appreciate the quality of the "meal" itself while tasting and appreciating so many more of the "sauces" -- fun in any setting, variety, road trips, new hobbies, investment ventures, technology exploration. And the best part is that I know there are even more accents we'll discover to enhance the Grade A friendship our entire dating relationship has been based on since it started.

So in honor of my best friend's 36th birthday, I offer a "sauce" from another, whose skills are much more eloquent than mine:

Your birthday,
as my own,
to me
is dear.
For mine
did only lend
me to the
world -- yours
gave to me
a friend.

(St. Francis of Assisi)

It took me a while to grasp the concept, but I think I'm learning that the secret may really be in the sauce after all. Wisdom does have its advantages.

Many thanks, Chef Blackburn. And happy birthday to you.

with much love,
rebekah :-)

deep breaths

So I've been having these really weird dreams lately. I mean, my dreams are always a little off kilter but these have been even more off than usual. So for totally unrelated reasons, I decided to jet off to Jacktown this weekend for some good R&R with good friends, familiar sights, and one heck of a great boyfriend.
I'm thoroughly enjoying where I am and what I'm doing, but after having been sick and moving to a new place in the same week, things are definitely in a state of unrest, to say the least. I knew I would be going out of town some again this week and weekend, but the thought of a weekend of unpacking was just way too daunting, so I did what any self-respecting Southern girl does when the goin' gets tough. The tough got goin' and I got the heck out of dodge.

Even though the unpacking fairies had not come to my little Baton Rouge townhouse as I had hoped while I was away, the rebekah-centered part of my plan worked. I took many deep breaths and just enjoyed being. I liked that. I hung out with C and enjoyed many great meals and moments with him, including a night of voices gone hoarse, blood pressure gone high and texts gone wild with Jams (live from Tuscaloosa) as the Tigers fought their way to a rather tough victory over Alabama. And talk about relaxation...I got to have brunch -- brunch!!! -- and incredible quality girl time with two of my best good girlfriends (invaluable, Skye and Bethanie). I saw sweet Rachel while watching the game and even got to pop into Liz and SD's for a few minutes (nice do, Kate). And when it came time to leave, it was nice knowing that even though C and I will both face a full work week and I'll make the trek to J-town again this coming weekend, there were no Sunday deadlines to meet or plans to keep up with. There's nothing like low-key.

Happy sighs. Deep breaths. Good times. And maybe -- hopefully -- sweeter dreams.


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The girly-time brunch & shopping was much-needed for me as well. LOVED it!
Posted by Bethanie on November 5, 2007 - Monday 4:49 PM

Yay! Good for you. I always love stopping by to see how things are going. :)
Posted by Just Music on November 7, 2007 - Wednesday 12:48 AM

plus one

This week I turn 31.

I thought that would feel more intimidating than it does, but instead, I'm really excited. I guess after falling apart (physically) when I hit 30 and getting used to life all patched up for the past 12 months, this year will just be a "plus one" to the current party I'm attending and am now a lot more comfortable with.

So I'm officially in my thirties! Wheeeeeee!

newness

Just wanted to post a little update on my time so far in Baton Rouge for those I haven't gotten to talk with much lately. I have been living in temporary housing for the last two months since I moved here, and it's been a surprisingly wonderful experience. I originally thought I'd be in an extended stay hotel, but as it turns out, I'm in this precious (and very nice) corporate apartment that is less than a mile from the office! All the corporate apartments have themes, and mine is the "Mini-Me," named for Austin Powers/70s-style decor. It's not garish at all, but really cute, and accented with oranges and turquoises and greens throughout. The Mini-Me has definitely been a haven during this time of newness! Sadly, though, I have to leave it. :-(

But happily, I found a new place. :-) For those familiar with this area, it's not far from Highland and Bluebonnet, and I think it'll be a great way to save money and still live comfortably for at least a year. I've met a couple of my neighbors and they seem really nice, too. The drive to work will be about 15-20 minutes -- not bad -- and I'll be in a different part of town that will allow me easy access to the mall, among other important priorities. :-)

I'm so happy to report that the reason I'm even here in the first place (my job) is fantastic. I am fulfilled in my work and challenged, and I have gotten to know some very sweet coworkers as well (three of whom are even taking me out to dinner for my birthday -- how nice is that?). My predecessor still works with the bank and has been more than helpful, patiently answering my many questions. She is very organized, which gives me something to strive for as I make the valiant effort to follow in her footsteps. :-)

It's great to be back at Hancock Bank, but in a different department and location. I've enjoyed visiting Gulfport and with Gulfport people (many of my old coworkers from when I left in '99 are still there), and it's been fun to get to know the Louisiana HBers as well. It's still sort of uncanny to put so many names I saw from when HB starting acquiring Louisiana banks in '95 with actual faces and titles over here! Thankfully, the company is the same place I remember from college -- a warm and friendly atmosphere with an emphasis on professionalism. I'm getting to work for the person I consider to be my first mentor in Corporate Communications, and, of course, this girly girl is enjoying dressing up for work again! :-)

I'm still doing public relations, but there is definitely more of an emphasis on community relations in this position. This month, I have been running all over (Louisiana's corner of) creation to do events such as the bank's title sponsorship of Wednesday at the Square in New Orleans, an evening of free music in Lafayette Square (at St. Charles and Poydras). The weather has been so nice and cool for it, so I'm really thankful for that! We also partially sponsored a Wooden Boat Festival last weekend in Madisonville (near Covington and Mandeville) and had the bank's boat, the Doris M, docked for visitors to check out. This week, I have focused more on the Baton Rouge Business Report's BizTech Expo. BRBR is Louisiana's version of the Mississippi Business Journal and hosts this huge expo each year. HB is one of the four title sponsors, so we have a large booth and much participation. When I'm not event-planning, I process all charitable contribution requests, work with a great committee to decide where the larger dollars go, and work on general PR (including yet another United Way campaign this year -- must they follow me everywhere?!). ;-)

HBLA headquarters is in a great location (off the College Drive exit of I-10) with many fun restaurants and shops around, not to mention a Barnes & Noble that bascially sits in the bank's parking lot and a movie theatre I can see from my window. So that helps when it comes to figuring out how to spend the new spare time I've suddenly found myself with. I haven't gotten involved in PRAL (the Public Relations Association of Louisiana) yet -- they are still taking hiatus since SPRF (Southern Public Relations Federation) just had their annual conference. I'm also waiting a little while before I transfer my Junior League membership from Jackson to Baton Rouge...even though I haven't met that many people outside of work here yet, I'm definitely enjoying a breather from meetings and projects, valuable as they are.

Baton Rouge itself is a very fun city to live in, full of culture and art and all the traditional Louisiana traits -- spices, accents and a nice, laid-back atmosphere. Except the traffic! If you've ever heard anything about it, you heard right. Ugh. But otherwise, great city! Oh, and I have to say...in spite of my best efforts, I've become an LSU fan. It totally snuck up on me, but here I am, anxiously awaiting each new game day and chanting the Tigers' fight song with the best of 'em. My coworkers and sister are very proud of me. :-)

The long-distance adjustment with Carl and my friends has been more of a challenge for me than I expected, but it's all working out well. I prayed through this decision long before this job opportunity came, so that always gives reassurance whenever I wonder what the heck I've done by removing myself from the people who know me best. ;-) Thankfully, C seems to like Baton Rouge, too, so that makes exploring the city even more fun. During the week when I'm alone, I can tuck things away I want to show him during his visits.

I haven't yet been here too much during the weekends, and when I have I've either been working a weekend event or too dizzy to do too much -- yes, don't worry, I was diagnosed with inner ear issues last week?!?! -- so I haven't had much of a chance to check out local churches, but I'm looking forward to doing that soon. I would really love to get involved with a ladies' Bible study in the area as a means of spiritual feeding, encouragement and meeting people, but so far I haven't had any leads on that -- at least not from the Internet.

I know this has been long and generic, but I did want to send a thorough update. I'm sorry I haven't been great about keeping in touch, but maybe with all this free time, I can work on that. :-) I do hope you're all well and that you'll keep me posted on yourselves!

With much love,
rebekah :-)

p.s. Geaux Tigers. :-)

-- "Life should be a little nuts. Otherwise, it's just a bunch of random Thursdays strung together." -- Kevin Costner, from Rumor Has It

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Excellent. So happy to hear things are going so well. ;-)
Posted by Just Music on October 18, 2007 - Thursday 9:29 PM

I'm so happy you've found a great new home.
Posted by Jams on October 18, 2007 - Thursday 10:22 PM

Operation Lysol

When I went home to the coast a few weekends ago, I was counting on quality time with family and a little R&R, but I had no idea I was in for such an adventure....especially at my grandparents' house.

I'm not sure how to frame this bizarre story other than to start from the beginning: My mom and I had gone to visit Nan and Pop Ball, and everyone else was in the study while I was in the kitchen. On my way across the threshold into the sunroom, I saw this strange black worm thingy about the size of my pinky finger poke up from the floor, then poke back down. Thinking I was losing my mind and feeling terrified at the same time, I stood there for a few minutes and stared at the Amazing Disappearing Thing spot before calling for someone to come in there with me. When I told my mother about it while gesturing animatedly at a perfectly clean threshold and floor, I realized how on crack I sounded, but what's a girl to do? I knew I saw something. I figured it was just an earthworm, but wanted to let them know in case it was a baby snake.

Pop Ball sprayed insect repellant on the area, we all stood and stared at it for a few more minutes, then nervously shrugged and went back into the other room. I was admittedly pretty rattled -- not only was I concerned about what the Thing potentially was, but I also felt a little whacked out and kept replaying in my mind what I saw, reminding myself that I really did see something at all.

About 30 minutes later, my mom was going into another room when she cried for us to come there -- the Thing was, in fact, a snake, and was stretched out across that threshold. (Just thinking about this again makes me shudder!)

My grandmother (Nan) rushed into the room with my mother while Pop Ball and I looked for something to kill the snake with. I asked him where a hoe or shovel was (we were near the utility room, which leads outside), and he said, "You're more likely to find a machete in there." I laughed, but when I turned on the light, there was....a machete. Ok.

So we went to find the Thing, but don't worry -- it had slithered into the dining room. My mom and Nan were running to close the doors and Pop Ball and I, machete in hand, furtively looked around when it hit us all simultaneously: the Thing had gotten away. I won't even try to describe the collective shudder that went through the room. Nan and Mother described The Thing as only about a foot long, and smaller in diameter than my pinky finger, but we were still all pretty shaken up...at least I was.

The more I looked around at all the Things' potential hiding places, the more I began to internally freak out. The grout on the tile floor was black (the color of the Thing) and....yep, about the diameter of my pinky. Great. The dining room table had tons of wooden beams underneath it, and to top it all off, the house is generally an open layout. Nan grabbed a can of Lysol and began spraying all the possible areas the Thing could be hiding in: under cabinets, along baseboards, etc.

After looking around for a while, we all decided to take a post and sit and stare at the general dining room/kitchen area. It was at this point that I finally realized a sheer yet shocking (to me) truth: I am a total wimp.

My 81 year-old grandmother was armed with a can of Lysol, my 86 year-old grandfather had a machete, for crying out loud, and my 56 year-old mother had another bottle of cleaner. They were occasionally venturing into the danger zone rooms, while I sat with my feet in my chair, literally quaking in my flip flops, sporadically offering a weak, "PLEASE be careful." I, the epitome of brute force, courage and strength that I am, was holding onto a flashlight for dear life. Whenever anyone needed it, of course, I did my duty and handed it over. In addition, I sent texts to C, my sister and my cousin, who all responded appropriately to their personalities:

Kim: I'm praying!

C: What?! Are you ok?!

Russ: A phone call asking if we were pinned up against a wall by something. When I told him I had been sitting there trying to imagine his reaction to The Thing, he quipped, "Well, I can tell you what I wouldn't be doing, and that's sitting in that house holding nothing but a can of Lysol."

After my job as communicator was complete, I was also gracious enough to offer to go get us something to eat, since I shrieked at the idea of my Nan cooking anything in the kitchen where The Thing was. Pitiful. Thankfully, Nan -- calm and collected as she had been throughout the ordeal -- jumped at the idea to ride with me to Sonic, and as soon as she closed my passenger door, spouted, "Honey, I sure do hope they find that thing and KILL it before we get back. I'm scared to death!"

The big debate throughout the night had been how the Thing had gotten into the house. Pop Ball was convinced it "came in on a plant," while Nan patted my leg with her infamous pointer finger, muttering, "Hon-ey, if anything happens around here, my plants are the first to get the blame."

After we brought back hamburgers for The Rescue Crew and we had eaten, I tried to convince Pop Ball and Nan to come home and spend the night with us (so it wouldn't sneak up on them in their sleep), but Pop Ball only retorted, "Sure, and what are we supposed to do tomorrow? Put a For Sale sign in the yard because of a little snake? That thing is more afraid of us than we are of it."

Sadly enough, we -- or they -- never found The Thing.

A couple of weeks ago, though, when the Terminex man was at their house doing a routine spray, he came in from the yard and asked Nan:

"Mrs. Ball, did you know there's a little snake in your flower bed?"

She said, "Is it about a foot long and yay-wide with a thin little stripe down its back?"

Startled, he replied, "Yes ma'am, that was it..."

She said, "Well, either he or his brother got in here a while back, so I'm glad he's outside now!"

All we can surmise is that the Lysol fumigated him out. Talk about quality time.


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I love real life stories! You did an excellent job, I feel like I was actually there. :) Hilarious...
Posted by Just Music on October 18, 2007 - Thursday 5:19 PM

(225)

Now that I've been in the BR for almost two months, I feel a little more qualified to share my top 10 favorite things about the land of the Red Stick:

10. It's only an hour to New Orleans...hour and a half, max, if traffic's bad. Who could ask for anything more?

9. Spices, spices, spices. Mmmmm.

8. The wide variety of restaurants here...I think I could eat out all the time and never hit some of these joints...and they're GOOD.

7. The water. Seriously, I heard it's the second best in the country. (No one knows what the first is...I'm thinking somewhere in Colorado?)

6. There's no lack of fleur de lis-related items in this city, and I do heart the fleur de lis. :-) You can even find them in gas stations here!

5. The heads-up this city gives on street signs. Especially as someone new to the area, it's so nice to see "Highland Rd. Next Signal" before l cause three accidents by slamming on brakes when I have finally reached Highland Avenue.

4. The Cajun/Louisiana way...nice and laid-back, but direct and frank and no-nonsense about everything, especially how to have fun when it's time for it. :-)

3. I know I've already mentioned spices, but Tabasco! It's always been the BEST to me, but C and I recently visited the Tabasco plant at Avery Island (about an hour from here) and it was too much fun!

2. Those tigers. I didn't mean to let it happen, but they truly worked their way into my very heart of hearts. And I love them now. A lot. So GEAUX TIGERS!

And my number one favorite thing about this 225 area code is....

1. The accents. The beautiful, delectable, sounds-so-close-to-the-Back-Bay-of-Biloxi/Bay-St.-Louis accents. Happy sigh. :-) Makes it feel much more like home!

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Yay, that sounds like so much fun. I am so happy for you! :)
Posted by Just Music on October 17, 2007 - Wednesday 5:11 AM

Woohooo! Welcome to the land I love! Home, sweet home. :)
Posted by Skye on October 18, 2007 - Thursday 3:42 PM

GEAUX KENTUCKY!
Posted by hibbs is what they call me on October 18, 2007 - Thursday 8:04 PM

king of da nial

This week my nephew, who coined one of my more recent nicknames, "Da Bekah," demonstrated his denial about my move to Baton Rouge. Apparently, his conversation with my sister came out of the clear blue sky the other night and went something like this:

Caleb: Mom, why did Bekah have to go back to Jackson?

Kim: Well, when she went back to Jackson this summer after we saw her, it was because she had to go back to work. But now she doesn't live in Jackson. She's in Baton Rouge. That's in Louisiana.

Caleb: No she isn't.

Kim: Yes she is.

Caleb: No she isn't.

Kim: Yes she is.

After about five minutes of this, Kim realized she was sounding like the 4-year-old in the convo and agreed to disagree with the little man. And a few minutes later, Caleb reached over and quietly reinforced his point while patting her leg:
"Bekah lives in Jackson, Mom."

I have to hand it to our future president (vote Caleb Wood 2038!) -- change can be a little difficult to adjust to, particularly when it happens quickly and when we've been so used to the status quo.

I, however, am fully aware that I am becoming more and more rooted in this ever-creative land chock full of culture and spices, and that I'm having a really good time exploring this new state.

And I have a children's book of Louisiana on order for the little man, which I will send to him with a Caleb's world-specific map of our gulf states so he'll know exactly where Da Bekah went, saying goodbye to da nial...maybe.

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Kids are hilarious! Kimberly is exactly the same way, it is like her favorite thing to tell me very 'matter-of-factly' what "IS" and "What IS not" So. All that matters to her is what she things "IS"... it can be ranch dressing... but to her... it is most definitely "Ketchup".
Posted by Just Music on October 12, 2007 - Friday 3:31 AM

38

My parents have been married for 38 years today, and I think that's just amazing.

I just wrote them a long overdue letter thanking them for their example, and found myself with tears in my eyes as I tried to explain to them that I don't necessarily think anything's wrong with me for not craving married life yet -- I just truly want it to be forever, and I don't want wrong timing to get in the way of that.

There's a lot I complain about (a lot of the time), but I must say, I'm thankful for all those around me who have set such great examples with their lives. From my parents who daily show me that longevity is alive and well, to my sister who is willing to make huge personal sacrifices to make sure her child is raised (and disciplined) well, to cousins who remind me with their sweet personalities that life is about the here and now and what we make of it, to friends who demonstrate graceful acceptance of beginnings and ends and changes (Bethanie, I'm thinking of you specifically here), to a boyfriend who shows me the true meaning of character, loyalty and strong work ethic...I am definitely more blessed than I often let on.

And now I'm crying full force! Ugh. Girldom.


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WoW! I'm enjoying catching up on your life. I'm glad that things are starting to settle in - and hopefully soon they will begin to feel "familiar" instead of "new." Hang in there! Congrats on the new place and awesome outlook on the new adventure! Oh, and thanks for sharing another "happily ever after" example. A rare thing these days, but I love hearing about them!
Posted by lotts2tel on October 4, 2007 - Thursday 4:54 PM

Aww, that is amazing. I hope to be able to say the same things some day. I am so glad to see life is going so well. :o)
Posted by Just Music on October 4, 2007 - Thursday 5:43 PM

And you have now brought a tear to my eye...kudos to you and to your parents!
Posted by Bethanie on October 4, 2007 - Thursday 7:39 PM