Someone's Someone

Distinctly. As if it were just last week, I can remember calling up my grandmother for help with recipes. My mother doesn't cook, so I'd call my Mamaw Doe. Before the internet, before I owned five hundred cookbooks, I'd call my Mamaw with the simplest question.

"How much peanut butter do I put in the families chocolate fudge recipe?"

I'm sure I could have probably figured it out. Honestly.

The answer?

"Oh about 3/4 of a cup or so... something like that, you'll be able to tell"

Truthfully, I think the split second idea of just wanting to talk to my grandmother, not to make her feel needed, but for me to feel taken care of maybe. Just knowing I could call and ask a small question, and get some love on the other end of the line. I call my mommy, even though I'm 29 years old, when I don't feel good. I don't really need help, or someone to walk down the block to my house to put a band aid on my finger, but it's incredibly comforting to be babied sometimes.

About an hour ago I was baking peanut butter cookies. While they were baking, I went to change into comfy pajamas and get ready for cookies then bed time. I baked them for my husband, and my sweet friend who's visiting. She was just shocked that out of no where I could "whip up" homemade peanut butter cookies. The dogs were quite excited too since they know they can have peanut butter.
While in our room, getting into pajamas I acknowledged the framed photo smiles of my grandmother and great grandmother on our dresser. I smiled back at them. Then, the phone rang. MY phone. We all have cell phones, not a "home phone." When you have a cell phone it means someone is calling YOU. Not just calling for anyone.
It was my step son. Almost 22 years old. Calling with a question about how exactly I make my sweet tea.
How many tea bags? How much sugar?
I've answered this question twelve times for him in the past.
He also needed to tell me his throat hurt, and that he's taken ibuprofen and allergy medicine. He needed some love and attention.
I will tell you, no matter how much my sweet tea advice, and sympathetic love for him feeling yucky, made him feel a little better, it could never compare to how enormous my heart swelled with joy.
I was someone's help for a simple little question. The person who he actually called "mom," Even though I'm only 8 years older. He's our son. We sent him to Iraq to fight the war. He can tackle anyone in a football game better than some pro's. He could save the world, and I see my husband in him, which makes me love him more. So this man... no longer a boy, found the little boy inside him and called his "Step Mom" just to ask how to make sweet tea.
I was someone's person to call. The person to call when someone just needed someone to give them some love and to know that someone was there.
When I hung up the phone, I looked at the smiling pictures of my grandmother's again. I was more than honored that I could be someone's someone. I still need a someone, but tonight I was someone's mom. Someone's advice giver. Someone to throw some love someone's way.
The smile is still on my face.

*Extra Extra!*
Guess who's stepdaughter needed to know the very next day how I make my chicken and dressing? Same warm fuzzy feelings all over again. I am SOMEONE'S go to person. I mean something... and if it's just for food, thats fine with me. ;)

Quotes

I have a coffee addiction, and if you know me you probably already knew that. Therefor I LOVE cute coffee mugs. In a Hallmark store yesterday I saw adorable mugs with quotes from the Peanuts Gang, and Disney movies, and those great random vintage photo's with quotes about how funny and hard it is to be a woman.
So I decided to pull some up, and maybe, since I'm so picky about the way a coffee mug feels in my hands, I'll just start my own line....


"I've developed a new philosophy . . . I only dread one day at a time."
Peanuts
Charlie Brown

I think I've discovered the secret of life - you just hang around until you get used to it.
Peanuts
Sally Brown

Sometimes I lie awake at night and I ask, "Why me?", then a voice answers "Nothing personal, your name just happened to come up."
Peanuts
Charlie Brown

Sometimes when I get up in the morning, I feel very peculiar. I feel like I've just got to bite a cat! I feel like if I don't bite a cat before sundown, I'll go crazy! But then I just take a deep breath and forget about it. That's what is known as real maturity.
Peanuts
Snoopy

That's the secret to life . . . replace one worry with another.
Peanuts
Charlie Brown

Try not to have a good time . . . This is supposed to be educational.
Peanuts
Lucy Van Pelt













When a woman ceases to alter the fashion of her hair, you guess that she has passed the crisis of her experience.
Mary Austin

2010

Well its been the "New Year" for almost a month now. I took a trip to Texas on Christmas night. I wore garland around my neck from Christmas morning until midnight when my best friend took me to my Texas house from the airport. See my clients/friends had given me a gift with this cute green garland with little garland stockings on it. It made the perfect scarf. Best Friend didn't believe me really when I called her and told her thats what I'd be wearing. You see I don't really get embarrassed. Ever.

Texas was amazing. I bought A LOT of shirts because shopping is better there and I needed them to match the jewelry I got for Christmas. The food is also way better thats why I now weigh 350 lbs. Thanks mexican food.
I saw soooooo many good friends and laughed the whole time. My daddy rented me the biggest Ford truck you can imagine. I learned to drive in a truck. You wanna talk about a chick who CAN drive a truck????? ME!!!! The only thing I hit was a Target shopping cart. I was NOT one of those people who should not have been in a big truck. Ohhhh the looks I got at THOSE red lights. Especially while dancing to the Elvis and BeeGee's remastered cd's I bought. I didn't take pictures in Texas even though I always had the camera.

I embarrassed best friend at the Houston Natural Museum when looking at the Russian Zaar's jewels. If the sign said "unknown owner" I'd scream it was mine and demand they give me back my 8,000 carat necklaces, and tiaras back. I was the unknown owner and they didn't believe me!!!!


So I rung in the new year with awesome friends. No resolutions for me.... I just want to be a better person every day. Every day should also entail something extremely silly and fun. Do you think I really care if people in the car next to me see me dancing and singing at red lights? No.

January and February are SO boring. Everything is brown and dead and gross. So I have been on a journey to make it more enjoyable. Therefor I am making up excuses to have parties.

Elvis Presley would have been 75 on January 8th. We had a party for him. I made my mother go buy a cake at Publix. It was chocolate with chocolate fudge icing and pink roses. Yes, it DID say "Happy Birthday Elvis." I called everyone I knew and we had a party. Some poor people who had never met me or my family showed up. Hey, free food yah know. So after dinner when I dimmed the lights and put the candles on the cake a guy said "Are we REALLY going to sing Happy Birthday to Elvis????" My cousin with a defensive smart mouth defended me and Elvis. She said "YES WE ARE!!! AND we sang Happy Birthday to Jesus with cake too on Christmas OKAY???"
So just picture me holding my big "Life" edition of Elvis up and singing to him and letting him (me) blow out the candles. My hubby bought a present.... Elvis movies on DVD. Since Elvis wasnt here in person and it was MY party I got the present.

Since then we play our new Wii and have everyone over and they all kick my hiney at bowling. Even my mother is better than me. We stay up late three or four nights a week with everyone over. They send the husband out at 11 pm for dessert and ice cream and we act silly and last night mom and I sat at the table laughing until I cried all my makeup off.

Im the type of person who always has to have something to look forward to. So the end of February thru the first of March off to Texas I shall run again. Who says you can't go home? (which is the song thats playing right now!! Me and Mom believe in "sign songs." The Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo will be kicking off with a BBQ cookoff. I went last year and was the life of the party. I'm expected to be there. I am kind of a big deal. That does not mean I will have time or the desire to speak to everyone there though. I shall be very busy I'll have plenty of other things to do to keep mom and best friend and her hubby entertained. Somebody's gotta make everyone laugh!

In the meantime I will be in the salon being THE Stylist to the Stars. Its my true love and never boring. I have made some of the greatest friends at the salon. My days are social events... my nights have to be perfectly arranged to spread the love between my husband, family and friends.

This brings me to Dixie. She is my best friend in the whole wide world. Sorry everyone. None of you follow me room to room, hug and kiss me FIVE GAZILLION times a day. Bark at neighbors when we're outside, and stand in front of me so little old ladys walking white fluffy dogs don't attack me. Husband may hold me or keep his hand on my back all night, and bring me cookies when my blood sugar drops, or walk me to the potty at 3 am when Im wondering around the house sleepwalking looking for a bathroom.... but Dixie doesn't leave my side unless she's sleepy like now. She sstrategically has moved MY pillow and MY blanket on the couch so she is covered up with her head on the pillow like her mommy lays. So right now she needs me to come lay down and watch Ugly Betty and The Kardashians. (yes I love the Kardashians. So make fun of me) Today is restful Monday day. Dixie and Mommy day. So I must run before I get in trouble.

Maybe I'll post SOME pictures of Facebook later.... If I can be bothered.