My Buddy Bill

 

John Brooks loves animals, especially farm animals, especially cattle, especially bulls. We are lucky in that while still unpredictable, the bulls (and the cows and calves for that matter) at the farm are calm enough that John Brooks is able to interact with them. It is so sweet to see him sitting in the back of Ben’s truck talking to the cattle, telling them stories and even singing songs.

“Bill” is a black Angus bull that has been at the farm for a few years. Long enough that to John Brooks he has always been there. Unfortunately, something has happened to Bill’s foot which has made it impossible for his to perform his…um…job. To make matters worse for Bill, when the veterinarian was out to look at his foot he executed what can only be described as an acrobatic maneuver in which he somehow ended up on his hind legs with his front legs and head stuck in the top of the squeeze chute. I’m not kidding. I wish there were pictures. Somehow, Bill made it out of that scrape alive but on a cattle ranch, if you can’t earn your keep, it’s time for you to move on down the line and that time for Bill was this past Monday.

I started to worry that John Brooks might have some lasting effects if we didn’t at least let him say goodbye to Bill (I think I’ve watched that scene from “The Help” one to many times where “Skeeter” doesn’t get to say goodbye to the sweet lady who helped raise her) so on Sunday, we took a ride out to the pasture, fed Bill and gave John Brooks a chance to see him one last time.

It about broke my heart to watch my boy with his “Buddy Bill”. At one point, he told me, “Mama, I’ve talked to Bill and he said he wants to stay.” I bet he did say that…poor Bill. We did our best to explain that because of his injury it was better for Bill if we sold him but that’s a hard thing to explain to a person with little reasoning ability.

Even later Sunday night during story time and the next morning before school John Brooks was asking us to ask Granddaddy to let Bill stay. Ben and I are both pretty tender-hearted when it comes to the boys so it was tough to see John Brooks struggling to understand this loss. So, in an attempt to make it easier on him (I hope) I convinced my oh so manly but oh so sweet husband to drive out to the farm after he dropped off John Brooks at school and conduct a photo shoot…with Bill…the bull. Because my husband loves me and our boy he agreed and sent me the pictures that I proceeded to edit and upload to my Shutterfly account where they are awaiting my click of the Send so that they can be mailed here, framed and placed on John Brooks’ bedside table.

 

Yes you read that correctly.

Yes we are crazy.

In my defense, people have photos to remember their dogs. Our kid’s dog just happens to weigh 2000 pounds.

3 years ago today

 

Three years ago today I was nearing the end of my second semester of Nursing school. Three years ago today I was studying more than I ever had before in the hopes of somehow pulling a “B” for the semester. Three years ago today at around 10:15 pm I was sitting in my bed reading over my lecture notes when my phone rang. I remember being annoyed that anyone would call me at such a “late hour” because they knew I had a 15 month old and they knew I would either be studying or sleeping. I can remember looking at the caller ID three years ago today to discover it was my Mom calling me. Of course, I thought, she would be the only one so self absorbed to think that 10:15 pm on a Thursday is an acceptable conversation time (not a very respectful thought but I am being real here).

The conversation was a quick one. She was rambling and (I thought) probably stoned. I was annoyed and definitely short. I felt guilty about 30 minutes later and called her back but it went to voicemail. I had no way to know that three years ago today would be the last time I ever spoke to my Mom. Our relationship at that time was tense to say the least about it. I did not agree with the choices that she had been making and she did not appreciate my judgment/condemnation of her for making those choices.

Three years ago tomorrow I would answer another phone call, this time from my baby (16 year old) sister who was calling to inform me that our mother had passed away from a self-inflicted gun shot wound. Even typing those words out now is astonishing to me because I never in a million years will understand how my Mom, my brave, strong, fearless, unstoppable Mom came to a place where she was so helpless and hopeless that she believed in her head and heart that suicide was the best choice. That’s not entirely true because the person my Mom had become was not the Mom that I knew as a girl. The Mom who died three years ago tomorrow had dug herself into a hole so deep that nobody knew how she was going to get out. She was too stubborn and head strong to admit she had any problems or seek help for those problems. I would be lying if I didn’t say that in a way I expected that call to come from my sister. Throughout the weeks leading up to that moment, I could see on my Mom’s face and hear in her voice how desperate and sad and alone she felt and I also knew that there was not a thing anyone could do to help her because she wouldn’t let them help her.

I’ve missed my Mom more this past year than ever before probably because John Brooks is starting to understand and ask questions about why my Mom is not in his family equation. I have wished she was here more than ever before especially when we were going through everything surrounding Bo’s birth. Even though I know I am so beyond blessed to have such wonderful family support, the birth and sickness of a baby is something you want your Mom to be there to experience with you. Again, if I am being honest I have to admit that if she was still around at this point there is a good chance she still wouldn’t have been in a place to be involved in the early days of my son’s life because of the demons she was battling. I miss her more now that I am a Mom and I am coming to terms with the fact that she is going to miss out on every single milestone of my kids lives but she may have missed out on them anyway had she been alive. Milestones that my grandmother (her Mom) has always been around for in my life. Milestones that I never thought my Mom would miss.

I rarely talk about my Mom’s death because I don’t see how the subject provides joy or helps others in any way. I’m sorry to be such a “Debbie Downer” today but as this is my creative outlet and these are the feelings I’ve been having so I thought it important to put them into print as a way to remember the day.

John Brooks’ Week o’ School Fun

 

John Brooks’ Easter activities stretched into this week with an Easter party at school and a field trip to the zoo. Rob-Rob watched Bo on Monday so that I could attend the Easter party and help hide eggs. Yesterday, Ben’s Mom watched Bo so that I could go on the field trip with John Brooks. After the zoo and lunch, John Brooks and I went to Lowes and to the park. I am very thankful to have help with Bo when I need it so that I can spend one on one time with my first baby who is looking less and less like a baby every minute. True confession: I actually carried his 40 pound self through the zoo some yesterday because 1. I never get to hold him anymore because I am always holding Bo and 2. Did I mention he weighs 40 pounds? Pretty soon he will be to heavy for me to carry around. This impending doom makes me almost cry every time I think about it.

 

P.S. The note home from school said they would change the kids shirts to an orange shirt before arriving at the zoo which is why I dressed him like that….had I known about the lack of orange shirt I would have picked a cuter outfit. hashtag: momproblems

Wake Up Fatso

Wow...let me say that again WOW!

I had a major wake up call this morning as to the magnitude of my poor food-making decisions. First of all let me say that I knew that I had cheated a little this week, so I thought that I probably wouldn't lose any weight this week, and I thought that I may gain a pound....lets try 3 pounds...thats right...3 POUNDS


At first I was confused, how could I have gained back...EVERYTHING that I had lost in 1 week, and then I started to think about it a little more....let me give you a little recap of my meals this past week, Friday; Chicken nachos Saturday; Sushi at the grocery store then a hotdog at home Sunday; Big ol' plate of fried fat (seafood) Monday; a little extra helping of Chicken Nachos before dinner Thursday; Fried Chicken and about a thousand other things, not to mention the cookies I snuck or the snacks out of the vending machine at work....no wonder I gained 3 pounds...yuck! What a fattie!


Well this has served as new motivation, I am on fire now, I will not be deterred, I will not be misled. I am sick of helpful hints and excuses and super sweet pep talks...I am down to the bare bones, no non-sense, no b.s., nuts and bolts. I will lose 23 pounds if it kills me.

Here is my plan:

1. Cancel Weight Watchers...It hasn't worked for 3 months, why will it work now? I know that I can do this on my own, and I don't need another enabler to keep me from reaching my goal.
2. Spend two weeks on the Master Cleanse to jump start my weight loss, you know the one Gwenyeth? used. This entails, going to the bookstore to purchase the book, and basically overhauling my food intake for two weeks. While I am at the bookstore I will also purchase a book for my friend and a few books for the baby of a friend, as well as maybe this book by the girl who invented the Skinny Girl Cocktail. I will also swing by Sports Authority and pick up a stability ball and a cardio video to use on rainy days.
3. After my two weeks of Master Cleanse, I will spend two weeks with protein. Protein, Protein, protein. No carbs, no sugar, no veggies, no oils, no fat....just protein.
4. After those two weeks of protein, I will work carbs back in slowly. 2 cups of veggies a day for as long as it takes to reach my goal.

I will also be upping my workout regime. 6 days a week. Cardio everyday, strength training every other day.

My new motto (I stole from the super fit girl at work): "Do a little more each day than you think that you possible can do."

I am tired of making excuses and watching the scale rise.
I am tired of feeling like a no-will-power loser
I am tired of looking in the mirror and feeling icky.

I am on a mission.

I WILL SUCCEED.