Matchmaker

I was raised a HUGE Oklahoma State fan. My dad, my aunt, my uncle, and 2 cousins all graduated from, or currently attend, OSU. I also attended. Yes, I said attended. I actually graduated from UCO several years later(also a great university). The conversation with my dad went something like this, "I am not going to pay for you to drink beer."

But we are not talking about me today. Today our story involves my love for OSU, Zac Robinson, and my cousin, Robyn. Robyn is currently attending Oklahoma State. She is a former army brat, and strong, spiritual, independent, beautiful girl. She is also the same age as Mr. Robinson. I'm sure you can tell where I'm going with this. Now, for those of you who are unfamiliar with Zac, please take a gander at this heart throb below.



Isn't he lovely? ...and so intense! I wish I had a better photo, but him pretty! I know, I know, but he is! He has the most amazing eyes! Tall, dark, and handsome. I would sop him up with a biscuit! Mmmm!

Anyway, so I told Rob she needed to get some classes with Zac, or I don't know, "accidentally" bump into him. Girl, if I could, I would follow that man all over campus. Shoo-oot.

The thing I forgot to mention about Rob, she's shy. So, I've decided to to use my blog (hopefully people will find it) to spread the word. If you know Zac, or Zac if you're reading this, I have the girl for you.

Love is a Battlefield

Is there anyone else out there who feel like parenting is a highly competitive, full body contact sport? I would compare it to MMA or boxing, especially if you have boys. Every day is a battle over who has control. I spent 30 minutes repeatedly putting my 2 year old in time out, because he would not apologize to his brother for hitting him in the face. He was crying, but yet, oh so obstinate that he would not say sorry. It was a battle of the wills you see, but there was one thing this child did not know or understand...I don't lose. (Man, I just sounded like my dad right there).

So, I say to my 2 year old, "You've got to ask yourself one question: "Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya punk?"

My husband says he won't give in. To which I respond, I've got all night.

It started like this...




And in the end, it was I, who was victorious! He apologized and gave his brother a hug. It was beautiful!

I tried very hard, not to be so, "Ya, in your face!"




But c'mon! ...it's so hard to be humble.

P.S. I wish I had Misty May's body. I mean, check out those abs! And those thighs, "Solid. ...solid as a rock!" But that is neither here nor there.

Seriously though, it's these small lessons learned that make your kids "bigger" people in the long run. You've just got to be strong enough to come out on top.

I Got The Music In Me

Do you ever wake up with a song already playing in your head? For me, that's a constant. I'm a 33 year old wife and mother of two boys, who feels she missed her true calling as a rock star. Now don't get me wrong, I wouldn't trade my family for all the gold in China; but thinking back, I always dreamed of becoming a famous singer.

My taste for music has always been eclectic, but I've always had an affinity for rock. The first record I ever owned was the single, Another One Bites the Dust by Queen. Wow, what a song! I don't care who you are...when you first hear that low, mean guitar, your shoulders automatically start to move, and you take on a whole new persona. You've got swagger, baby! Ya! Don't deny it. You know what I'm talking about. You're like John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever. I would dance to this song with such verocity. That's right, I said verocity. I mean just look at Freddy Mercury. He is the absolute definition of the word of rock star!

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So, I mentioned my appreciation for all music genres. Point in case, I also loved the song Elvira by the Oak Ridge Boys. But who doesn't love a good, "Oom Poppa Mow Mow" every now and then.

We all have our passions and mine is music. It encompasses all I do. Literally! When I was 16, I had a blow out in my 1974 olive green Mustang, complete with white vinyl top and matching shag carpet. You know the one. It had the long, sloping front like a Pinto. Hey, I worked all summer and saved $600 bucks, so my parents could surprise me with this beauty. To which, they were appalled and disgusted at my ungratefulness (did I mention I paid for the car) when I wasn't exactly thrilled with my new chariot. Anyway, the car only had an AM radio, and I was on my way to work one day when POW! I had a blow out, thereby wrecking my car. The song I'd been singing, to myself, b/c I didn't have a decent radio...I Can't Drive 55. Please tell me you can see the humor in that.

Well, this is the beginning. ...of my life by music. I hope you enjoyed it.

To be continued...