Free Advice Friday

Tonight's Free Advice:

Sometimes, hanging out with a smart ass is a wise choice. They'll keep you laughing and who doesn't need a good heehaw now and then?

Eeyore 💖

The Best Laid Plans

I was reminded today of something. Motherhood is not easy. I would venture to say the same about fatherhood. Being a parent, from my view, is one of the greatest things to ever happen in my life but it wasn't and isn't always easy.

When Bob and I first found out we were going to have a baby, we both were absolutely giddy. I was nineteen and Bob was twenty-four. Even though we were both very young, we knew everything there was to know about parenting. No two people on the planet were smarter than we were when it came to being ready to raise a human being. And then we actually had one and quickly realized how stupid we both were. 

But, two years later, we had figured this whole parenting thing out well enough to give it another go. I mean, our first one seemed relatively happy and healthy so why not?

Having two little boys was amazing. Bob has one sister and I have three sisters so having boys was a bit unexpected and wonderful. We adored these two little monkeys. We still do. All I wanted in life was to be a wife and mother so I threw myself into motherhood with everything in me. I wanted to be perfect for my boys. I wasn't but I sure wanted to be.

I wanted ten kids and Bob wanted two so before long, number three was on the way. Funny how that happens. My dad offered to give Bob a gift certificate to a spay and neuter clinic. I think he was only half joking. Even though I was sick as a dog and hospitalized due to constant barfing with all three pregnancies, I was really happy. 

These three boys were and are my world. I loved them more than I thought possible. I still had the same goal of being the best mother to them and I still failed on the regular but I wouldn't have changed my life with them then or now. After Andrew was born, Bob said no more. We were done. Three kids was the limit.

So, we adopted our two girls because who doesn't adopt a five and ten year old when you know that you know those girls are yours and belong in your family. I cried a lot of happy tears but not as many as Mr. No More Kids. Having our girls changed the dynamic of our family in so many ways and made us better and stronger. And of course, we were experts on adopting older kids before the girls actually came home then once they arrived, we realized how stupid we both were.

Bob and I both agreed our family was complete with five kids and then God laughed and we adopted the most beautiful baby on planet earth. We didn't know we needed a sixth child, our third daughter, but God knew and once she was home, we knew it too. But that was it. We were definitely closing up shop. Six kids was our max. We had all the Hansens needed to complete our whack-a-doo family. Not to mention, I was still trying to be the perfect mother to three boys, three girls and six very unique and distinct personalities and pretty much failing on the regular. Six was positively, absolutely it.

 

And then came number seven because God knew the only way to teach me that being the perfect mother was never an actual possibility and more importantly, it was never a requirement. It was always about two things. Love and acceptance. Loving the people He brought together to form our family and not only accepting each one but accepting how they would change me year after year.

That love and acceptance part was much harder when it came to loving and accepting myself for who I was as a woman and a mother. But seven little diamonds in the rough have knocked most of my hard edges off. 

Today, I saw a young mother having a moment of struggle and it reminded me of my own struggles as a young woman. This isn't the first young mother I have tried to encourage and she won't be the last. I will always listen to them and let them know I not only hear and see them, I was them. When so many are harsh and critical towards young men and women doing their best to raise a family in an unforgiving world, I will point out everything they are doing that is good and I will try my best to convince them they are not doing it all wrong. Even when they're sure they are. Because I know that I know being the perfect mother or father is not a possibility and definitely not a requirement. Only love and acceptance and it starts with me and with you.

Happy Birthday, Maureen!!

Today is the birthday of one of my all-time favorite people in the entire world, my cousin, Maureen.

Barbara (standing) Maureen, Norman, Char, Marvin Paolini, Mickey

Anyone that has read this blog for even a minute, knows how important Maureen is to our family. She is not only one of the huge cousins group, she is also Aunt Meta and Uncle Lorin's oldest daughter. The ranch was central to all of our lives which meant Maureen was part of that equation. I can't remember a time without Maureen in it. She has always been more like a big sister to me than a cousin. She always treated me more like a sister as well. Like the time, when I was about three years old and I had a brand-new baby sister who wore cloth diapers. I remember watching my mother rinse the dirty diapers in the toilet. So, it just made sense to me, when Maureen visited, to take her brand-new pantsuit from her suitcase and rinse it in the toilet. She responded like a sister. I'm not sure how I'm still alive. 

Maureen lived with my parents for awhile. I would have been about ten years old. She and Char lived together in the backhouse in South Gate. They both wore those crazy beehive hairdos and bought matching camaros. Weirdos. I could never understand leaving the ranch to live in the city but Maureen fit right in. She's a fancy girl who loves animals. Truth be told, I worshipped both of them. They were perfect to me and they still are. 

Maureen has one daughter, my cousin Gwennie. She is going to kill me for posting this picture from her teenage weirdo years but hey, am I sorry? Not even maybe. I adore Gwennie. She is one of the best people in my life and I give her mother tons of credit for that. Maureen is not only a wonderful cousin/big sister, she is a really good mom who raised a really good human being. 

This is a picture of Maureen dancing with our cousin, Marvin at my parents fiftieth wedding anniversary. Maureen has always been so good to all of us in the family. My parents and sisters adored her as do all the family. Maureen is the person that always checked in on my parents, cooked and baked for them and later for Kelly when she was so sick. Honestly, Maureen cooks and bakes for all of us when she shows up at our houses. It's normal to have a full freezer by the time she leaves your house. This is who she is. Kind and loving and giving of herself and her time.

I love this picture. It sits on a little table in my hallway with pictures of my kids and sisters and parents. Maureen and Mickey came to Oklahoma several times to stay with us. I loved every minute of their visits and always felt so loved that they would come all that way just to see us. Another thing about Maureen that endears her to me is her love for animals. She always has a dog. Always. And where she and Larry go, the dog goes. That is an animal lover and I love her for that. She also never calls me crazy for my crazy animal obsession. I love her for that.

These are my cousins, Noelyn, Mickey and Maureen with our oldest son, Matthew. They came all the way to Annapolis for our son John's graduation from the Naval Academy. That meant the world to me. Maureen has always and I mean always treated my kids really well. Even when they were little jerks, she loved them and showed nothing but support. All my kids call her Aunt Maureen because, like I said, she's more like a sister to me.

Ok, I stole this from her FaceBook page because I just had to point something out. See that look on her face? See the hands on her hips? This means run because she is probably heading to the kitchen any minute to get the polenta stick and you don't want any part of that when she starts swinging. And for all you yuppie, sissie people who have something to say about the psychological damage of spanking.... Shaddup! I got whacked and turned out fine. Ok, maybe not the best example.

Look at these two. 💓 Maureen and Larry married a year before Bob and I. Larry loves her the way Bob loves me. This makes me love Larry because of the way he loves Maureen. It's a happy little circle.

Ok, we get it. You like each other. In the words of my kids, old people love. Gross! Speaking of kids, watch the hands, Larry. Sheesh! I might be jealous of those gams. 

Happy Birthday, Maureen!! I love you and Larry and Gwennie more than words can say and I'm so grateful you're my family.

“That doesn’t leave much time for dilly-dallying.”

I am working ridiculous hours right now, trying to finish putting my house back together, mail out more photos, buy a new car, get ready to fly to Texas for a week and make sure my chickens are well fed. All that to say, you're getting re-hash for blog dinner tonight, so take it or leave it, kids.

I decided to share this post I wrote eleven years ago for a very specific reason. I actually have friends that haven't seen The Princess Bride and it pains me. Hopefully, this will give them the gumption to get onboard and watch this classic flick.

And now, for your viewing pleasure....

I'm Not A Witch; I'm Your Wife.

Ok, let me start off by saying I am completely obsessed with the movie, The Princess Bride. There is something about the ridiculousness of it that I get. That should tell you a thing or two about me.

Here's another thing about me you probably don't want to know.The last week of February has been especially tough for me emotionally. It has been a crappy week every stinking year for the last eight years. My mom died February 28, 2002. No matter how much I think I am good to go, every year I get freaky the last week in February. Most of the time I don't even realize I am doing it until something or someone points it out to me. Of course, on top of that, my dad died four months ago. So, there you go. Butts and Ashes.

Anyway, as I have processed through the week as much as I could, missing my parents, missing my sisters, missing the old me, before I was a witch, I thought of The Princess Bride. The lines in that movie are classic sick. My kind of humor. Then I thought about my parents, also classic sick. My kind of people. So I said to myself, "Self, what better way to honor the old coots and snap out of this funk than to put some of your favorite TPB lines to pictures." Of course, what could I say but, "Wow, self....you are a genius!"

"It just so happens that your friend here is only mostly dead.

There's a big difference between mostly dead and all dead.”

"Mawwage is what bwings us togwether today....”

"This is true love... you think this happens everyday?"

"When he said, "As you wish”,

 what he really meant was, “I love you.”

So thanks Chuck and Bernie. Thanks for being an "us" so I could be a part of an "us". You taught me more than you know. I get it. I understand. Life .... marriage .... is about two imperfect people coming together in the hopes of making it through .... together. That, and embarrassing your children as often as possible. You'd be really proud to know, I am doing a bang up job on that last part. The legacy of crazy lives on.

“I'll explain, and I'll be sure to use small words so that you'll be sure to understand. You wart-hog-faced-buffoon!”

"Surrender!

You mean you wish to surrender to me?

Very well, I accept.”

"Since the invention of the kiss, there have only been five kisses that were rated the most passionate, the most pure. This one left them all behind.”

“As you wish."

"In the meantime, rest well and dream of large women.”

Chickens Don't Fly So Why Should I?

Well, it looks like I'm headed to Texas for a week. Home office is calling and I must go. Usually, I look forward to these trips. However, this time, not so much. I haven't flown for nine months and I already hate flying so I'm out of practice at relaxing and enjoying the adventure of it. I find myself taking deep breaths and wishing I wasn't going. Then there is the shoe issue. I still can't get a normal shoe on my left foot. This isn't a problem if I'm home wearing my cow slippers all day. Even though it's in Texas, I'm just not convinced home office would appreciate the cows. So, I get to go shoe shopping this week. I hate shopping. I hate the idea of being in a crowded store full of grouchy people. Ok, maybe just grouchy me but I still hate shopping. I should probably do something about my crazy hair and wild eyebrows as well. And my nails look like I hang out on a farm all day. I'm a mess and I just want to stay home and feed my chickens stale cereal. Is that too much to ask for?

Happy Mother's Day

She may not be here with me physically anymore but she is absolutely here with me every single day. I can't avoid or ignore her. I see her in the mirror every time I glance in one. I hear her words and voice every time I speak. She is more alive in my daytime thoughts and nighttime dreams than ever. 

Thank you, Mom. For everything. I love you.

Biltmore Estate

What a day! We made it to North Carolina last night and spent today roaming the Biltmore Estate. This place is amazing. If you ever get the chance to visit, do it. The gardens alone are worth the trip and then there's the wonderful house with such a fantastic history. I'm so glad Cher and Kel made this happen. Thanks, cousins!

It was so interesting to see the sign on a main street corner that appeared to lead to a rather ordinary neighborhood. But, once we turned on this street and headed up the hill, it turned into pure magic. The drive to the 8,000 acre estate is through an absolute wooded wonderland.

The house is magnificent. I've been to Hearst Castle at least twenty times in my life and it's wonderful in a museum sort of way. Biltmore Estate felt more like a home. A ginormous, amazing home, but still, a home. And the people who work here are absolutely all about Southern hospitality. I can't tell you how many times I was told by different employees they hoped we'd come see them again. But not in a Wal Mart greeter kind of way. You can tell this place belongs to each one of them in an endearing way.

The views from the property are stunning. So many of the rooms were specifically built around the view and you could understand why once you stood in those same spots the family stood in decades ago.

The sights, sounds and smells of nature were completely intoxicating. I could have stood here watching the horses out on the hills and listening to the birds for hours.

The conservatory was not to be missed. They have just about every plant imaginable and a miniature train that runs through the main building, through the plants. This is another spot where I could have sat for hours and just soaked in all the beauty. Thanks again, Cher for talking us into this and thank you Kelly for pushing me around all day. I had to use a wheelchair because my foot is still too swollen to walk too far at one time so Kelly volunteered. Of course, this meant lots of threats to roll me down hills or into bushes which pretty much was what I did when my sister was in a wheelchair so....karma, baby. ha!

This outdoor sculpture is named Free as a Bird and was built onsite by artist, Patrick Dougherty. One of the employees gave us her undivided attention for quite awhile and answered all our questions about this amazing piece. Photos don't do it justice. It feels magical especially wandering through the inside of it.

My understanding is it took seventeen days and six men to weave this piece using willow from New York. Check out the top. It reminds me of the finishing stitch on the edge of a blanket when I crochet. Just amazing.

Here's another interesting thing. They used no tools. Just their gloved hands. Crazy!

I'm so glad we were able to see this amazing piece of art in this amazing place. I hope to come back here again when I can walk every inch of the house and grounds. We may even ride horses next time.