Throwback Thursday: Fun with The Big Guy

The Big Guy has a great sense of humor. He always finds way to make laugh.  These are shots from a photo shoot in 2006. The goal was to get photos for the Christmas card. Well, the Big Guy had to just be himself.

The Big Guy being himself during the photo shoot.
The Big Guy being himself during the photo shoot.
The Big Guy being serious.
The Big Guy being serious.
Photo Shoot Fall 2006
Final Shot

Throwback Thursday: Christmas Break 2003

Christmas 2003
Wolf Pen Creek Park
College Station, Texas

The Big Guy and I moved to Florida in July of 2003. This would be the 1st Christmas  of what would become an annual trek for the next several years. I don’t know if Texas was that much colder in December 2003 or if we were just not used to the cold. It was in the 60s when we left Florida.

It’s Complicated

As I was digging through TDZ archives I found a video I posted of Dancing In the Minefield’s by Andrew Peterson. The imagery of dancing in a minefield triggered something else in my chaotic ADHD brain — one of the relationship options on Facebook is “It’s complicated.” I don’t profess to be a relationship expert, but after 16 and 1/2 years of marriage I’ve learned that marriage is complicated. It isn’t all rainbows and butterflies. Sometimes it is rough because of internal conflict. Sometimes it is rough because life has thrown yet another curve ball.

It is also about having that one person whom you know will be there no matter what. That one person who sees the worst in you but somehow still loves you. That one person who makes you feel safe even in the worst storm. That one person who can make you laugh on the worst day. While I haven’t enjoyed the storms or dodging the mines, they have made  me appreciate times of calm and laughter.  While storms are a part of life. So is the joy of just spending time with each other doing the simple things.

I was nineteen, you were twenty-one
The year we got engaged
Everyone said we were much too young
But we did it anyway

We bought our rings for forty each
From a pawn shop down the road
We said our vows and took the leap
Now fifteen years ago

We went dancing in the minefields
We went sailing in the storm
And it was harder than we dreamed
But I believe that’s what the promise is for

“I do” are the two most famous last words
The beginning of the end
But to lose your life for another I’ve heard
Is a good place to begin

‘Cause the only way to find your life
Is to lay your own life down
And I believe it’s an easy price
For the life that we have found

And we’re dancing in the minefields
We’re sailing in the storm
This is harder than we dreamed
But I believe that’s what the promise is for

So when I lose my way, find me
When I loose love’s chains, bind me
At the end of all my faith, till the end of all my days
When I forget my name, remind me

‘Cause we bear the light of the Son of Man
So there’s nothing left to fear
So I’ll walk with you in the shadowlands
Till the shadows disappear

‘Cause he promised not to leave us
And his promises are true
So in the face of all this chaos, baby,
I can dance with you

TDZ Retrospective: Lessons I Learned from my Grandma.

Origanally posted Jan 6, 2008 after my Grandma passed away. I am blessed to have had 4 grandparents who took time to teach me some of life’s most important lessons. All of my grandparents left a legacy of faith, family and love.

  1. Family is important.
  2. That I was loved. There is no doubt that Grandma loved me. She also shared God’s love with me.
  3. Respect and take care of your elders.
  4. I was expected to behave and respect my elders. Being at Grandma’s was no excuse for poor behavior.
  5. Work hard, no one owes you anything.
  6. Get an education. An education opens doors and provides opportunities. If you don’t get a formal education then get one from books.
  7. How to cook
  8. Grandma shared her love for reading, jig-saw puzzles, and cross-words puzzles.
  9. Don’t waste anything. Grandma grew up in the depression and had learned to be frugal.

Throwback Thursday: Granddaddy C


As a child, I enjoyed spending time with my Granddaddy C. He was my hero. Even though he died shortly before my 10th birthday, I was able to spend a lot of time with him. During my preschool years, I was able to spend a week with my grandparents every couple of months or so. He always had time for me. I  enjoyed the time we spent together.

Throwback Thursday: Polly

Pollyanna was one of our dogs when I was a child.  Polly was part beagle but thought she was human.

Polly and her people

“Polly  & Her People” — Granddaddy C. , me Popi and Polly. Kind of stereo typical Texans in  cowboy hats. Ok, my dad wasn’t really a Texan. He was an Okie but lived in Texas most of his life. We let him pretend to be a Texan.

Polly is trying to wake me up.  Yes, I'm the little one sitting in my mom's lap.

Polly thought it was her job to wake me up. Yes, I am the little one sitting in my mom’s lap.

Polly is in the background

Polly is in the background. My cousin is holding one of our other dogs Patrice. I’m in a bad mood because we are wearing matching outfits but I didn’t get to wear my red Keds. I had to wear the icky shoes. Ok I probably didn’t want to wear any shoes.