Coffee and Cannonballs !!

When I was growing up, I simply refused to show hormonal emotion. I even took pride in the fact I could watch Steele Magnolias and not shed a tear. This is no longer the case (and don't get me started on that darn movie...I bawl like a baby every time). This "release of emotion" all started back to when I first got married. The Cajun and I (like most people) had an interesting first few years of marriage. The man could not seem to learn how to read my mind, or the huge hints I would send out. Thus the tears.... Then things got worse after I birthed a 9lb human. Suddenly those stupid Hallmark commercials would just ruin me. And then I tried to potty train this ninja....and again....and the last time I tried, he got it. I'm not sure if you have ever tried to potty train a stubborn male being at a young age or not but its a type of hell on earth all on it's own. I can still hear myself yelling "JUST GO TO COLLEGE IN A DIAPER!!! I NO LONGER GIVE A FLYING FART IN...

I woke up this morning with a huge feeling of guilt and failure resting on my shoulders. My eyes still feel like they are sporting 10lb weights underneath them, and the To Do list in my head keeps growing. Every room I have walked past or into holds so many unfinished projects that I had begun with every intention in the world to finish before the end of nap time. I hate clutter, but it's absolutely everywhere. Sure, I wipe down toilets every day, clean the kitchen every night (the dog takes care of the floor, ha) and do my best to make sure every one has clean underwear and clothes for the next day, but I always want to do more. Almost daily, I sit down at the end of the day thinking "I know I have been busy all day, but it looks like I have not done one thing!". I get no pressure at all from The Cajun in regards to house work or my role in raising our ninjas. He helps out when he can, and walks away when I start bashing myself for not getting everything done in a day. S...

I refer to our home as the Treehouse since it's a second story condo. It's technically 1560 sq feet of home which is larger than our first single-story house was. But when you get inside, it seems somewhat nestled in a tree due to all the large trees surrounding the front windows. I use to despise the Treehouse....it was the means to an end for me. Now I love it....I adore it actually. And I cringe of the day when we may have to leave it. There are so many memories in this place. My oldest ninja was three (almost four) when we moved in, and now there are not one but THREE ninjas. Our neighbors always (not exaggerating) greet our crew with a huge smile as they give the southern "hi" in our direction. I use to think it was because they are just so darn nice. But the other day as I was belting out the chorus to Angel of the Morning (in my best Dolly Pardon voice...not that she sung it) while unloading the washing machine that is right near the front door, I realized, th...

 I've had this revelation and its about knocked me out of my treehouse. Here it is...you ready?  I have been living my life for others thinking I was living it for God . What?! Have any of you done this? I must be the only one. Yes, I spent most of my adolescent years trying to please people. And it carried on into my teenage years, and then my college years. Wait, I didn't go to college, but I worked at one. So those years. And then it has trickled into my adult, wife, mommy years. It's not been pretty, and gratefully, I married a man that knew me better than I knew myself. But more importantly, he listened to God and asked me to be his and have his ninjas. The more I learn about who I truly am, the more I like myself. The less about life I take seriously, the more fun I have. And I'm not talking morals here people. I'm talking about scheduling out a day and it going nothing like I had planned. It use to ruin me. But now, its like.....ahhh, that's better. I...

Today has been one heck of a day! It started with my 2 year old pouring a heaping mound of clean clothes all over the floor and then getting on top of a table...not too bad right? Well, then I attempted to leave the Treehouse and closed one ninja's hand in the door while trying to keep the other one from falling down the stairs. (There were bruises, tears from us both and the nashing of teeth. It wasn't pretty.) Then nap time comes....well, it hasn't really come yet because apparently all things must be in perfect alignment for my diva ninja to fall asleep, and that clearly hasn't happened yet. I could be all wrong. I'm just going by the horrible wailing sound that's coming from the monitor. And this child has always had the worst cry ever....it makes my ears cringe. Its the mix between a normal cry, a growl and evil all at once. Anyway, nap time. So this is attempting to take place when one child bites the other on the cheek because his personal space is being ...

"Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your ears". That right there folks is all I still remember learning from high school. And as each year passes, I find myself forgetting more and more. I whole heartedly blame the ninjas for this....all three of them. Yes, there are days when I go to put the toaster up....in the microwave. Or make a few laps from the living room to the bedroom hoping that in one of those trips I'll remember what it was I was needing to do. But one thing I hope I never forget are the memories of my grandmother. My grandma (Mom's mom aka Mema) will be gone two years February 17th. Its so difficult for me to understand that she is gone still. I think it has gotten harder with time, not easier. She was a pistol....even from a wheelchair. I love that she was one of my best friends. Mema had a pantry that was the birthing place for a game my sister, husband and I would play whenever we could all sneak away. Lets just say you could walk into her pantry ...