Allergies Chap My Ass

And my nose…. I HATE TEXAS ALLERGIES.  Did I mention that I hate springtime in Texas??

I’m sitting here suffering so much right now a Benadryl overdose wouldn’t even help me at this point.

That’s all, I just wanted to bitch, whine and moan.  Mission accomplished.  ACHOO!

This Easter

Last year on the Thursday before Easter, my dad fell from a tree about 50 feet up and broke his neck.  He spent Easter and the weeks after recovering from extensive surgery.  The neurosurgeon said he’d never seen anything like it — the broken bones at the base of his skull just missed severing his spinal cord by less than a millimeter.  Add that to the fact that my mom drove him to the hospital that night with one hand basically holding his head up over his shoulders….my dad to this day is a walking miracle.  That one experience taught me a lot about what it means to be grateful and not take life for granted.  In one second, it can be gone.


So this Easter will be better by far.  And while it’s supposed to rain, I’ll spend my morning with Him:


Then afterwards, I’ll be eating some of these:

I'm vegetarian remember?

I’m vegetarian remember?

And play a little bit of music from:

mumfOn my new:

Taylor....yeeeah buddy!

Taylor….yeeeah buddy!

Drinking a little bit of:

Best beer evah

Best beer evah

While my dog:


Well I really don’t know what Koda will be doing but this was just too cute of a picture not to put in a blog post….so there you go.

The only thing bad about Easter Sunday is that the next day is Monday and I have a long work week ahead of me!  Right now, I’ll just try to enjoy my long weekend (I’m off tomorrow) and look forward to my brussel sprouts and Moose Drool!

Have a Happy Easter friends!

Lazy Sunday

Happy Sunday friends!  Hope you are getting some relaxation in today.  I woke up late and found myself addicted to this show “The Haunted” on the Destination America channel.  That’s some creepy stuff!  The lady on the show said “then the voice said…you are all gonna die…” and at that exact moment my dogs leaped up and started barking crazy while running around the house.  I thought to myself….that’s it, I better find something constructive to do!  So instead of tackling this mountain of laundry I need to do, here I am writing a blog post.

I wasn’t sure what to write about today because not much has been going on but I thought I might tell you about the couple of “adventures” we have planned for the fam within the next upcoming months.  My husband and I couldn’t go to long without our Vegas fix so we have another trip planned in May too celebrate our 14th wedding anniversary.  We scored a great deal on a room at the Mirage with our players club benefits.  I’m sure I’ll have a fun trip report to post when we get back.  Could this possibly be the trip where we win the BIG ONE?  I guess we shall see….

Then, in June we are spending our family vacation at Disney World once again.  This will make our 7th or 8th trip since 2003. It could possibly be our last for a while since the kids are getting older and I see visions of exuberant expenses due to having two teenagers so I seriously doubt we will be able to afford it after this year.  Not to mention, Disney’s prices have gone up and their discounts have gone down.  A sign of the times I guess.

I just recently started working for an upscale hotel chain.  We have an awesome hotel in downtown Boston.  Because of my son’s love for the Xbox game Assassin’s Creed where the setting is in the old Paul Revere days of Boston’s history, we are planning a weekend in August to show him the sights.  I’m most looking forward to eating at Faneuil Hall and staying at this hotel that is supposedly haunted….

Lastly (so far) In September, Mumford and Sons are coming to a city in Oklahoma about 3 hours from here for a stopover on their “Gentlemen of the Road” tour.  I will be attending this 1.5 day music festival with my niece and I will be camping for the first time in my life.  I would camp out in the middle of the arctic tundra with no clothes on for a chance to see Mumford and Sons live but I won’t lie and say I’m looking forward to that part of it….it will be an experience.  I’m still trying to find out how I can keep my electronics charged the whole time so I can have pictures and video to share when we get back.

So there you have it.  The Dockfam travel schedule for this year.  I’ll be sure to take lots of pics and if you go ahead and add me on Instagram and YouTube, you will see my pics and videos there.  I put all of our vacation videos on YouTube and I’m trying to be better about Instagram sharing.  And if you add me, I will follow you back.

Have a great lazy Sunday and I’ll be back soon!

Memories of Time Gone By

Well it is Saturday and a horrible migraine woke me up during the night.  I tried really hard to stay in bed and not get up (in fear of the pain that would hit me when I did) but it was going to hurt either way so I decided to just make my way from the bed to the couch.  I get these damn headaches at least once a week (most recently last Sunday) and more often than not they hit me on weekend.  This in a way is both good and bad.  Good because at least I’m not getting one when I have to work and bad because the weekends are when I try to get everything done.  Shopping, cleaning, laundry…you name it.  When I can hardly hold my head up, these tasks can prove to be pretty impossible.  So here I sit writing a blog post and watching my weeks’ recordings of “The Chew” — which seems to be one of the few things I can do without hurting too much at the moment.  I hate this.

I had a pretty cool experience last Saturday night…I visited my high school to see their spring musical performance.  My cousin’s daughter was starring as the Wicked Witch in their performance of “The Wizard of Oz” (she did a fabulous job by the way….Margaret Hamilton eat your heart out!)  Back in the day, I was a theater nerd.  Most of my free time in high school was spent in that auditorium, on that stage and in the dance hall.  The only year I didn’t participate in the shows was my sophomore year, when I went through a bit of a rebellious stage and when my grades started to slip a bit — my mom wouldn’t “allow” me to participate.  That sobered me up real quick and I got back into it the next year.

I went to a private, Catholic jr high / high school.  At the time, the school was from grades 7 to 12…so a greater part of my adolescence was spent at that school and I can’t tell you how many memories….both good and bad….were made at that place.  It would only seem true that when I walked through the doors last week for the first time in 18 years… was nearly and emotional moment.  I say nearly because I was with my daughter, my niece and my sister-in-law and I didn’t want to embarrass them by becoming a wimpy, blubbering mess.

The school was built in 1961 and although I’m sure there have been major changes since then…not much of the main building had really changed in the last 18 years, give or take a few mew pictures in the hallway.  God forbid they spend any money fixing up that auditorium; it still stands as it did when it was built in 1961. The gym and football areas have been given a major overhaul since I graduated…there are those tuition dollars going to work.

school entrance looking exactly how it did in the early 90's

school entrance looking exactly how it did in the early 90’s

As I stood in line for a soda at intermission, I saw the wall statue of the Virgin Mary….whose feet got stuck in my pants when I was in 7th grade…and it made me giggle.  No really crazy story there, I was just sitting underneath her waiting to go into the auditorium for our musical performance that year and when I stood up, the holy mother’s feet got caught in my jean’s waist band and proceeded to come completely off of the wall…laying squarely on my back.  All I could do was stand there petrified while balancing the statue carefully as to not drop her until someone heard my cries for help and put her back in her place.  Needless to say there was a huge gap in the line and I was late getting on stage.

I glanced around the auditorium and noticed that pictures adorned both walls, forever immortalizing our years of musical mayhem at the Catholic school.  Well, maybe not forever…but at least for the next few years until they run out of room and start retiring some of them.  The show picture from our freshman year “The Sound of Music” (in which I played a nun) was already taken down.  However, I did try to get a few shots of the ones still hanging (pardon the glare…they are pictures of pictures):

Junior Year musical, "Bye Bye Birdie" in which I was in the chorus one weekend and the role of "Kim MacAfee" the other weekend.  This pic was taken on my chorus weekend :(

Junior Year musical, “Bye Bye Birdie” in which I was in the chorus one weekend and the role of “Kim MacAfee” the other weekend. This pic was taken on my chorus weekend 😦

Senior Year fall play "The Man who Came to Dinner" in which I played "June" the daughter.

Senior Year fall play “The Man who Came to Dinner” in which I played “June” the daughter.

By far my favorite, senior year spring musical "Annie Get Your Gun" in which I was an indian, a townsperson and the affluent "Mrs. Adams" during the ballroom scene

By far my favorite, senior year spring musical “Annie Get Your Gun” in which I was an Indian, a towns person and the affluent “Mrs. Adams” during the ballroom scene

Along with these shows, I had been on that stage for numerous dance programs, choir programs and drama and speech competitions.  Hours of hard work, rehearsals, building sets, sweat and tears.  So many memories made there and it hadn’t changed a bit.  For a fleeting moment I felt as if I were 17 again and all the reminders of adulthood were gone. I saw myself on stage again…thought about my friends and all of the fun we had.  As I was skipping down memory lane during the show I noticed that the kids’ voices were coming out loud and clear, I leaned over to my sister-in-law and said “they have microphones now!!” to which she replied….”Yes Jenn, and we have cell phones now too!”. Geesh.  My youthful spirit went back into hiding as I was reminded of exactly how long it had been and how old I was now.  18 years is a very long time!

How to Drive Like a Douche

Ok. I must just say it.  The workday rush hour does not carry the spirit of the holidays and that fact was ever so evident yesterday as I drove home from work.  You know how you can just tell someone is a douche by the kind of car they drive and the way they drive it?  I know I’m generalizing here but…c’mon, you know what I mean.  Just take a lesson from Mr. Douchey Doucherton in his little sporty black Lexus whom I had the pleasure of encountering on the road last evening….

1. You know these lanes combine into one….because this road has been this way for at least a year now or more…but don’t….I mean DON’T by any means be polite and let anyone merge.

2. When the lady in the mom-mobile next to you patiently waits her turn to get into your lane with her signal on, glance over and give her a dirty look while quickly moving forward without letting her in.

3. Once on the highway, go extra slow while texting on your iPhone instead of paying attention to the cars in front of you.  Stop short and almost rear end someone since you aren’t looking at the road.

4. When traffic gets heavy and a little slow…weave in and out of your lane…trying to see what is the hold up as if you are going to be able to intimidate the 100 cars in line ahead of you so that they drive faster.

5. Switch lanes repeatedly while speeding when traffic starts to clear up a bit and finally….

6. Give that nice lady in the mom-mobile another dirty look because after all of that….you are now at the exact same stoplight as she is…only she is ahead of you.

And that, my friends….is how to drive like a douche.  Happy Holidays


Muppet Monday – Muppet Christmas Carol

Today I had to share this with you.  I’m sure most of you have seen “A Muppet Christmas Carol” (and if you haven’t…where on earth have you been??) but out of all the songs on the show, this one is by far my favorite.  The way this girl sings gives me chills…and the pain in Michael Cain’s eyes is undeniable.  I think they did an excellent job on this scene. This is another Christmas gem I watch over and over during the season….and even other times throughout the year!


Muppet Friday?

No not exactly but I just found something on one of my favorite blogs “The Muppet Mindset” that brought the fondest of memories to mind.  It is a post about the 1996 Christmas special – “The Christmas Toy”.  Read the post here.

I don’t know about you, but as a kid I truly and honestly believed that my stuffed animals came “alive” at night or whenever I was not in the room.  I often wondered about the kinds of games they played and the fun that they had during their special time.  Call me crazy, but that was one of the wonders of childhood!

If you haven’t had the chance to see this…. if you have kids — or not — do yourself a favor and watch it.  It will warm your heart and brighten any bad day this Christmas season.  Amazon has it for just over $6.50.  Just one more gem from Jim Henson….it’s definitely worth it!

Muppet Monday “12 Days of Christmas”

As the holidays get closer I feel that I probably will be posting only once or twice a week until the new year.  That is, as long as we are still here on Dec. 22nd!

However, my Muppet Monday post is a must…so here is this week’s video.  Who remembers this?  My all-time favorite Christmas special ever…John Denver and the Muppets can’t help but warm your heart and put a smile on  your face.  I have to warn you, there might be another clip from the show coming up in the next couple of weeks because I love it so much.


The Day I Saw an Angel

I’m not sure what inspired me to share this story with you today but maybe a few of you will find it interesting.  Maybe a few won’t believe but that is for you to decide.

Let me give you a bit of background first.  When I was going into 8th grade, my parents thought it would be a good idea to transfer to Tampa, FL.  We spent the summer there living near the beach and I went to school there through December.  In early January, they had decided that living in FL was not working out… so we moved back to Texas.  While in FL, we made very close friends with our older next door neighbors.  I had never had a grandmother close by while growing up so the wife, who we will call “L”, became like an adopted grandmother to me and her husband, who we will call “F”, like a grandfather.  Even though we spent very little time living next to them, we all ended up loving them and keeping in touch to this day.

We moved back to Texas in Jan of 1991 but every summer would go for a short trip back to FL to visit L and F.  Between 1991 and 1994, F had suffered a stroke that affected one side of his body.  It also came to light during that time that he had cancer.  In the summer of 1994, we payed L and F our annual visit and brought my best friend along.  L, my mother and my BF decided to go take a walk on the beach.  I for some reason did not want to go.  I think I was tired or just dealing with stuff that teenage girls deal with.  Anyway, I decided to spend time with F in the living room and sit with him while he watched TV.

L and F had a sun room in the back of their house, as most Floridians do.  From the couch where I sat in the living room, I could see directly into the backyard.  As F watched TV, I happened to glance up and saw…in the backyard….a woman.  A beautiful woman wearing a white gown with blazing red hair.  She appeared to be glowing, and I could not see her feet.  Her gown was flowing, as if there was heavy wind….however there was no wind outside that day.  She was not looking at me and once I blinked, she was gone.  Being a bit freaked out, I said nothing to F and left the room.  I went into the bedroom, where I sat and contemplated what I had just seen.  I thought I was going crazy and didn’t say anything to anyone about it.

A few months later, sadly F lost his battle with cancer passed on.  When my mother told me, I realized instantly what I had seen.  She was F’s angel.  She had been there watching over him until the time came to accompany him to heaven.  Then I was able to tell my story without anyone thinking I was nuts…as it all made sense.  We still speak with L often and she remains one of the family’s dearest friends.  I know that she has her own angel watching over her as we all do.


Have you ever had an angel experience?  What was it like?