Blame Aunt Ann…

Blame Aunt Ann…

Cousin’s Camp is just around the corner and you know what that means!

Exhaustion, bug bites, poison ivy, the threat of imminent peril around every snake stretched landscape…

Camp cookies!

If you’ve never had camp cookies you are in for a total treat. Well, a total treat if you’ll actually take the time to make them. I guess reading about them without having them might actually be kind of a bummer.

Camp Cookies are an Aunt Ann specialty. Here she is hanging out with my Mom at camp:



Aunt Ann and my Mom were best friends growing up. Still close and both still beautiful.

Here’s the thing about Cousin’s Camp. It’s some dad gum hard work! And that’s where camp cookies come in. They are packed with protein and super delicious. You can definitely eat too many of them.

After you’ve eaten a ridiculous amount of cookies there is only one thing left to do. Seek relief from the Sassafras Tree. Now if you don’t know anything about the Sassafras tree it’s roots can be made into Sasparilla which was an early form of Root Beer. My Grandmom taught me a long time ago that chewing the stems of the Sassafras leaves will ‘settle your stomach.’ It’s true. I love the way it tastes.

Plus, it’s just cooler than cap sleeves that these trees grow everywhere and are just waiting to be useful. Here is what it looks like:


Kinda like a dinosaur footprint.

And here is the stem pre chew:



So, make  the camp cookies and then go try the Sassafras stem!


½             cup margarine, softened                                  1              TSP vanilla

1              18 oz. jar chunky peanut butter                        6              cups quick cooking oats, uncooked

1½           cup sugar                                                       2½            TSP baking soda

1½           cup firmly packed brown sugar                         1              cup semisweet chocolate chips

4              large eggs

Beat butter and peanut butter at medium speed with an electric mixer until fluffy; gradually add sugars, beating well.  Add eggs and vanilla mixing well.  Combine oats and baking soda; add to butter mixture, mixing well.  Stir in chocolate chips; drop by tablespoons onto ungreased cookie sheets.  Bake at 350 degrees until done.  Cool on cookie sheets 5 minutes; remove to wire racks to cool completely.  Yield: 7 dozen.


The Chocolate Elvis CD

The Chocolate Elvis CD

Let me just put some dirty laundry out on the table.


“Oh, I just love when she does this.”

This guy? He absolutely stunk at Mother’s Day the first few years I was actually a Mom. It’s true!  And I can say that now because he is SO good at it now. And I can say it because I’m hopped on pain meds and he’s out of town and I’m missing him. Seriously, I love him. And I kinda love telling this story on him.

Ladies and Gentlemen, and mainly Billy’s friend Jeremy who is going to think this story is hilarious, let me present to you the sad true story of Mother’s Day Gone By.

The year was 2003 and this dude had made his appearance.


For Mother’s Day he bought me a…drum roll please…a chocolate Elvis CD.

I mean. He tossed it to me, in the plastic grocery bag it had come in, and I looked at  him like he was crazy and  he kind of started stammering ‘well, I ran out of time and the Russell Stover outlet was the only thing open.’

So, not only was it a chocolate Elvis CD but it was a chocolate Elvis CD from an outlet! AN OUTLET!

Fast forward to the next year, 2004…A board game and some smelly lotion. No wrapping, no nothing. Now, I love board games more than the average bear but at least wrap that sucker up! Don’t you go handing me a Wal-Mart bag!

In 2005…this one is bad too…I can’t remember what he bought, let’s give him the the benefit of the doubt and assume it was something good, but I do remember we got in a HUGE fight ON MOTHER’S DAY about how I didn’t keep up with the ironing.

Which, in his defense, is totally true. But, still! On Momma’s Day!

Seriously, y’all, when I say our marriage keeps getting better and better it’s because it does. I mean…look where we came from!

In 2006, I abandoned the whole thing and went to Atlanta with my Mom. We had a great time.

About three years ago though Billy got his act absolutely together and has really been hitting it out of the park on special occasions.

Thoughtful, wrapped gifts. Children washed and dressed in nice clothes. Zero work for me to do all day. It’s totally true.

This year we went to Atlanta Bread for breakfast before church. While Stella threw a tantrum beside the booth me and the boys took silly pics. I don’t do tantrums on Mother’s Day. That’s Billy’s job. I figure it’s payback for that dang Elvis CD.


Here we are in September of 1995. Our first picture together in college.


“I wonder if this might be the guy to crush my expectations with a chocolate Elvis CD?”

Marriage. Better and worse than you thought since the beginning of time.




It’s Friday and that means it’s time to participate in another Five Minute Friday! In case you don’t know, Five Minute Friday is a movement started by Lisa Jo Baker, the Gypsy Mama, as she’s known, where bloggers sit down for five minutes and write what’s in their heart from a one word prompt.

Now Gypsy Mama probably knows what the correct punctuation should be in in the above sentence because clearly that’s what we call a run on. That just goes to show that that really I have no business hanging out with this #FMF crew. They’re all like ‘love, peace, dreams’ and I’m all like ‘Hey! Did I ever tell you about the time I went out with Tim McGraw?’  That’s okay, though! It’s a fun experiment!

Tonight’s prompt for Five Minute Friday is Song.

A few weeks ago we went to a simulcast of David Platt’s Secret Church. Six hours of intense Biblical teaching. The subject was on Heaven, Hell and the End of the World. Crazy, huh.

He spoke a lot about heaven and what the Bible has to say about it. He spoke about whether we will know people in heaven or not. And y’all…I started to get uncomfortable. Weepy. Sad. Blubbery. I’m not a cryer. HATE TO CRY.

But instead of just squashing my emotions down like I’m super good at it I kind of just let it take me. And I started to hear something and see something. I started to hear a song.

See,  when he talked about knowing people in heaven all I could  think about were two little people who are waiting for me. Two little people I’ve never held but have thought about a whole lot. My two sweet miscarriages both lost at 10 weeks.

I saw myself getting to heaven and flinging open the gates of Heaven’s nursery and rushing to my babies sides and snatching them out of their bassinets. I was like Aragon flinging those doors open. It was this amazingly triumphant vision. I was practically blinded by it.

My sense of injustice for their loss was so great and yet this song I was hearing was washing away the miscarriage of injustice that had been done to me.

And miscarriage is tough because it does happen to a lot of women and there are so many stories that are so much more infinitely sadder than mine but still….

When he said that…about knowing people in heaven…that song…it was a triumphant chorus. A joyful shouting.

And it’s probably cruddy theology and I’m certainly not saying it was a vision from God but still…it was a song.


And I can’t wait to hear that song again!