This blog was never meant to be a soap box. In my humble opinion.....opinions are like bung holes, everybody has one. I try to stick to the facts, but today I am pulling out the soap box.
I have a dear friend whom I love and admire deeply. She is kind, loving, passionate, beautiful, giving, funny, brilliant, and a lesbian. The lesbian part I could care less about, but it seems to bother some to the point of hatred. Now my girl can stand up for herself, but this post is for bullies in the world.
Next time you feel it is your place to judge as though you are God, please consider the following.
He without sin cast the first stone.
If you don't have anything nice to say....don't say anything at all.
Pretty is as pretty does and right now you aren't acting so pretty.
Hate breeds hate.
Always be kind for everyone is fighting a hard battle.
Love aways wins.
Jesus is watching you.
Nobody is perfect.
This one is for you Squirt....I got your back!
Monday, April 25, 2011
Thursday, April 14, 2011
What's in a House
One year ago today we buried my Grandmother. We called her Mimi.
Today members of my family packed up my grandparents home because it has sold.
I am sad. My grandparents bought their little house in 1961. My dad was 11. That was 50 years ago. For 50 years my family made that little house a huge home full of laughter and love.
The last Christmas with my grandparents we managed to cram the following people into their home:
Papa, Mimi, Dad (their son), Mom, Todd, Deb, Chase, Amber (pregnant), Bear, Luke, Cooper, Abby, Nathan, Clint, Clay, Aunt Merissa (their daughter) Uncle Kyle, Aunt Carol (their daughter) Uncle Steve, Leslie, Matt, Robin, Aunt Pam (their daughter) and Lauren.
23 people.
Did I mention the house is less than 1000 square feet?
So I pose the question: What's in a house?
In the house that my family moved out of today there was homemade sweet tea and sweet cornbread made by the best Papa ever. My Papa's rose bushes. Easter egg hunts and long games of Clue, Spades, and 42. We shared secrets under a kitchen table transformed into a fort. Sunny side up eggs and the smell of fresh cut wood. An old boat we couldn't crawl on because it was covered with fiber glass. The most beautiful green paint and a sparkly ceiling. Our school pictures line the walls and pictures of our Uncle Cowboy, who died before the grandkids were born.
Mostly we were together in that house. We weren't adults to busy for each other. We were not caught up in kids, work, or life. We were just a family. I never imagined the day would come that we wouldn't meet in the place that was home to my Dad and Aunts.
But we all grew up.
My brother bought his first house this week. Now it is his turn to turn four walls into a home.
The Hubs and I close on our house the beginning of May. I understand how my grandparents must have felt. The excitement of making a house a home. I want my dwelling to be like theirs. Full of the laughter, singing, and games. A place where my family can feel safe and accepted.
Today is a sad day, but my Papa and Mimi are in Heaven and they do not have the worries of this world. They are singing with the angels, so it is alright that their house has been sold. All the memories we made in that house will be passed from generation to generation.
My Papa would have loved our new house. It is a carpenter's dream. When I walked in the first time I thought of him. I knew I was home.
Today members of my family packed up my grandparents home because it has sold.
I am sad. My grandparents bought their little house in 1961. My dad was 11. That was 50 years ago. For 50 years my family made that little house a huge home full of laughter and love.
The last Christmas with my grandparents we managed to cram the following people into their home:
Papa, Mimi, Dad (their son), Mom, Todd, Deb, Chase, Amber (pregnant), Bear, Luke, Cooper, Abby, Nathan, Clint, Clay, Aunt Merissa (their daughter) Uncle Kyle, Aunt Carol (their daughter) Uncle Steve, Leslie, Matt, Robin, Aunt Pam (their daughter) and Lauren.
23 people.
Did I mention the house is less than 1000 square feet?
So I pose the question: What's in a house?
In the house that my family moved out of today there was homemade sweet tea and sweet cornbread made by the best Papa ever. My Papa's rose bushes. Easter egg hunts and long games of Clue, Spades, and 42. We shared secrets under a kitchen table transformed into a fort. Sunny side up eggs and the smell of fresh cut wood. An old boat we couldn't crawl on because it was covered with fiber glass. The most beautiful green paint and a sparkly ceiling. Our school pictures line the walls and pictures of our Uncle Cowboy, who died before the grandkids were born.
Mostly we were together in that house. We weren't adults to busy for each other. We were not caught up in kids, work, or life. We were just a family. I never imagined the day would come that we wouldn't meet in the place that was home to my Dad and Aunts.
But we all grew up.
My brother bought his first house this week. Now it is his turn to turn four walls into a home.
The Hubs and I close on our house the beginning of May. I understand how my grandparents must have felt. The excitement of making a house a home. I want my dwelling to be like theirs. Full of the laughter, singing, and games. A place where my family can feel safe and accepted.
Today is a sad day, but my Papa and Mimi are in Heaven and they do not have the worries of this world. They are singing with the angels, so it is alright that their house has been sold. All the memories we made in that house will be passed from generation to generation.
My Papa would have loved our new house. It is a carpenter's dream. When I walked in the first time I thought of him. I knew I was home.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
How Twisted is Your Veggie Burger?
Last Night the Hubs and I ate at The Twisted Root.
My eldest brother suggested that we all meet for a burger, or veggie burger in our case.
This burger joint is found on Commerce Street in downtown Dallas in Deep Ellum. When I told my Dad where we were headed the conversation went a little like this.
Dad: Hey Ab whats going on?
Abby: Well the Hubs and I are heading to eat at the Twisted Root in Dallas.
Dad: Where is Dallas?
Abby: Off Commerce street.
Dad: In deep Ellum?
Abby: Yep......
Dad: O great. I hope you don't get stabbed in the ribs and left for dead on the sidewalk. We use to scrape dead people off the pavement down there. Great!
Abby: Ok Dad I will call you later.
He then continued to call every 15 minutes to make sure that we hadn't be murdered.
Back to The Twisted Root
My eldest brother suggested that we all meet for a burger, or veggie burger in our case.
This burger joint is found on Commerce Street in downtown Dallas in Deep Ellum. When I told my Dad where we were headed the conversation went a little like this.
Dad: Hey Ab whats going on?
Abby: Well the Hubs and I are heading to eat at the Twisted Root in Dallas.
Dad: Where is Dallas?
Abby: Off Commerce street.
Dad: In deep Ellum?
Abby: Yep......
Dad: O great. I hope you don't get stabbed in the ribs and left for dead on the sidewalk. We use to scrape dead people off the pavement down there. Great!
Abby: Ok Dad I will call you later.
He then continued to call every 15 minutes to make sure that we hadn't be murdered.
Back to The Twisted Root
The Twisted Root is found in an old building in the dreaded Deep Ellum. Now the sign does not say "The Twisted Root" so if you head that way look for the neon sign that says "Burgers".
Upon walking in the door you must stand in line and order your food.
The standing in line process made me extremely nervous because of the sign above.
But luckily my beautiful, ever prepared sister-in-law handed me a menu and walked me though how to order a veggie burger.
The Twisted Root gives you a new name.
This way they aren't saying, "I can't hear you....what's your name?"
Yes, I get that question a lot....I have a very thick East Texas accent.
Anyway, the Hubs and I were dubbed Paula Abdul.
This place makes their own ketchup and boy is is good.
The guy above has a very important job. When the food is ready he offers up an anectdoe pertaining to your new given name.
For example, ours was, "Straight up now tell me Paula Abdul do you want this veggie burger?"
So then the Hubs walked up and got our yummy veggie burgers.
This guy IS the atmosphere.
Behold the blue cheese & tangy buffalo sauce veggie burger.
I seriously died for a moment and went to veggie head heaven. The black bean corn patty was so good!
This "burger" was dripping with blue cheese crumbles and buffalo sauce. Throw in their "fried ride" basked and their homemade ketchup and laaaaaawdy my tummy was happy.
The Twisted Root offers a great laid back environment that fosters the desire for good food and fellowship.
They offer a wide variety of hamburgers and every burger has the option to become vegetarian.
With two locations, both Dallasites and Fort Worthites can enjoy a wide rage of veggie head delights.
Check em' out: http://twistedrootburgerco.com/wordpress/
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