Recipe Card: Rozann’s Chocolate Chip Cookies

I have eaten my share of chocolate chip cookies.  One of my earliest childhood memories is baking cookies with my Gran.  I’ve really never met one I didn’t like. I consider myself a cookie connoisseur.

With that said, this is the only recipe I ever use. It came from my dear friend and fellow cookie lover, Rozann.  And basically everything she touches turns to gold.  Trust me, you need to try this one.

Rozann’s Chocolate Chip Cookies

Makes about 3 dozen

3/4 C white sugar

1 C brown sugar

2 sticks butter

2 eggs

1 T vanilla (I figure more is always better.)

3 C flour

3/4 t salt

3/4 t baking soda

1 bag chocolate chips (Rozann does half semi-sweet, half white, but I do all semi-sweet.)

Heat oven to 350.

Mix together sugars and butter.  Add eggs and vanilla and mix well.

In a separate bowl, mix flour, salt, and baking soda.

Slowly add dry ingredients to mixer until mixed.

Fold in chocolate chips.

Bake for 13-15 minutes.

There you have it!  It’s easy and delicious. Now get to baking!

Ebates…Yes, Its Legit

Most people have heard of Ebates, which is a website offering cash back when you shop online at certain (just about any) store.

When someone first told me, I was sure there had to be a catch, like a fee of some sort.  But, I am a year in and there are no catches. You just get money back–I have gotten $150 in the last year.

All you do is create an account ( if you use this referral link, or enter my email address when it asks who referred you, I get credit), log in before you do your online shopping, and wait for your cash back check to arrive.

Just for signing up and making your first purchase, you get $10. The cash back amount varies by store and by time. On Cyber Monday, for example, it was double the normal cash back amount at most stores.

So for a quick example. Say I want to buy something at Carter’s.  

I log into my Ebates account (or open the app on my phone) and search for Carter’s to find the store.


This tells me that Carter’s offers 3.5% back. Click on the name of the store and you will get this screen:


You click on “Shop Now” and that will activate your cash back and takes you right to the store’s website.


Then you just shop like you normally would.

It’s that easy!  Give it a try (use my link pretty please!) and let me know if you need any help.

Quick Summary

How it works: You get a percentage of cash back for pitches made online. Just log into ebates and access the store of your choice through their app or website.

Bonus: $10 after you use it the first time.

Referral payment: $25 for the first friend, $5 each for subsequent people.

Getting your money: They mail you a check four times a year. 

My referral link: Click here to sign up! 

2016 Bucket List ✔️

In the midst of raising two babies, I was actually able to rack up a few bucket list checkmarks last year. 

✔️Go to The River Walk in San Antonio. 

When I was a kid, every Christmas we would watch a recorded Lawrence Welk special on VHS that my Gran had.  It was shot at the River Walk.  I had always wanted to go and this year, a work trip took me and some of my good friends!  We ate Tex-Mex, did the boat cruise, remembered Tge Alamo, and took a 3 mile run around.  It was great and I am excited to go back this year.


✔️ Visit Sanctuario de Chimayo.

This is another item that has been on my list for a long time.  This little church up in the mountains of NM has dirt with miraculous healing powers.  In the room where the dirt is found, there are crutches lining the wall from people who were cured.  There is also a little shrine to Santo Nino, to whom I have a special devotion for LL.


✔️ Have a blog post go viral. Ever since blogs became a thing, I have wanted one of mine to go viral.  I had no clue how to make that happen, so I just kept writing.  And then, in November, it happened.  My post titled “The People in Rural America” went gang busters.  It got over 1,000 shares on Facebook and over 20,000 page views.  It was published in the Albuquerque Journal. 

✔️Shop at The Silos. As a major Fixer Upper fan, I had been dying to go to The Silos. I got to go Waco twice for work and took full advantage!  In January I shopped and bought a little journal, some hymn cards, and a coffee cup.  In July, I ate the most amazing cupcake for breakfast at their bakery.  Yes, their stuff is pricey, but it was fun to see!

In Defense of Working Mamas

Today, I will return to work after about 10 weeks of maternity leave. 


There are a lot of things about this parenting thing I don’t know, but one thing I am sure of is that I am not meant to be a stay-at-home Mom.  And that’s ok.

Some people are, and that is a wonderful, noble, critically important thing. I admire them. I am grateful for their calling.  I call many of them my friends. 

I am just not wired that way.  I am a better Mom (not to mention wife and person) when I go to work.

That doesn’t, however, alleviate  the Mom guilt that pops into a gal’s head when she heads to the office. Many times when I am home, I feel like I should be working and when I am working I feel like I should be home.  I worry that in trying to do both jobs well, I am succeeding at neither. 

I don’t ever want my kids to feel second to my career.  Because obviously, they are my most important job. I want to do everything I can to make them feel loved and happy and important.

But I also want them to understand that not all moms look the same.  And not all people have the same calling.  I believe God put it in some hearts to stay home, and that he put it in some hearts to go to the office. And both are ok.  Both are good moms. 

And as I think about starting this next chapter, I am thankful to so many people who have helped me come to these realizations and feel comfortable in my decisions.

Thank you to my own mom and my grandmas and my aunts and neighbors and family friends who showed me since I was a small child that being a working mom was ok.  That working moms are great moms and their kids can thrive and succeed. That they do not love any less than a stay-at-home mom. 

Thank you to the other moms in my profession who have shown me how to walk this path. As a young attorney, I watched a senior partner at my firm do so with grace and dignity, and that has stuck with me and inspired my own journey. 

Thank you to our babysitter for allowing me to leave my most precious possessions with her and never worry about whether they are being cared for and loved. This is the biggest piece of the working mom puzzle for me, and having her is the perfect fit. 

Thank you to my mom friends. The ones who are on the same working mom road who share their joys and struggles with me.  And the ones who are stay-at-home moms for showing me what it looks like when that is one’s vocation and reminding me that we can love, support, and encourage each other despite that being different for each of us.

Thank you to my husband who will undoubtedly step up to help keep these two babies alive and a house standing as I go back to the office.

And lastly, thank you to God for giving me these babies.  And for giving me my dream career. And for allowing me to have both. We constantly look around and stand in awe of Him opening the right doors for our little family. I am grateful the call of my vocation that involves both being a mother and having a job outside the home.  I pray I can fulfill His purpose for me in both areas.

Hello, again, Monday. Mama’s back in heels and a pencil skirt. With a little dried milk on her shoulder.  Seems the perfect attire for this day.

10 in ’17

I love New Years.  The chance to reflect on the last 365 days, start fresh, set goals…it’s the best.


This year, I have decided to set 10 little goals for myself. {Initially, I was going to do 17, but I have two little people to keep alive, so let’s be real!}. I have other things planned, but these are my key seven.

Here they are:

1. Run a race.  I am excited to get back to running after having LL.  I just cannot describe how important running is for me.  I swear, it’s like therapy. I am planning on the race being the half marathon in Oklahoma City in April….but have done one whole run so far and almost died at half a mile.  I have a lot of work to do. 

2. Read 4 books. I know this isn’t that many, but, again…two little people!  I figure a book per quarter is a realistic goal.  I would love your suggestions for what these should be.

3. Go to adoration 20 times. This is something that is just flat out good for my soul.  It allows me to sit quietly with God.  No noise.  No phones.  No distractions. Just following the “be still and know” instruction.

4. Hike in Palo Duro Canyon. This was on my 2016 list and did not get completed due to me being super pregnant during prime hiking time.  But this year that should not be an issue and my friend Lisa has agreed to go with me!

5.  Grow a garden. I love gardens and haven’t had none for the last two years.  It’s time to get back at it this summer!  I am hoping for veggies and maybe some herbs, but we will see.

6. Pray 10 novenas.  I added this one after re-visiting the Chapel at Loretto, where the miraculous staircase was the result of a Novena to Saint Joseph.  I love praying novenas and know that they work, so I need to get back on that!

7. Declutter. I am currently reading, “The Life-changing Magic of Tidying Up.” It is all about decluttering your house and it has me fired up!  Stuff will be going and what remains will be organized.  And it tells you a lot about my personality that I am giddy excited about this!

8. Finish Uncle Busdy’s book.  My uncle is writing a book about his time in Vietnam. We are getting so close to finishing!  This will be the year we (hopefully!) get it published.

9. Send a friend a little note once a month. I did this a few years back and really loved it!

10. Blog 100 times.  This may be setting the. We too low, but I gotta start somewhere.  I love writing and think it is a good way for me to express my emotions, so I want to keep up this endeavor in 2017!

What are your goals??

Word for 2016: Surprise 

Oh, 2016.  You were full of surprises.  So when I sat down to write my traditional year end summery blog post, it was fairly easy to choose this year’s word. 

Our biggest and most wonderful Surprise came in February when we learned that LL would be joining our little family.  As my friend Wade said, “You can’t plan a miracle,” and we are so glad that God’s plan for us included this sweet baby.


LL was far from some with surprises though, and her birth ended up being quite the adventure.  {If you missed that story, click here.}

We are constantly surprised with what BB has learned this year. He has changed so much and makes our lives amazingly fun. We celebrated his first birthday in September and I am just not sure how time passes so quickly. 

Not all surprises were happy, and we said goodbye to Husband’s grandpa in April.  After a month of being with him in the hospital, we were grateful to have had the chance to say goodbye and know that he was ready to go, but that does not make losing him any easier.  Watching Nana say goodbye to him was heartbreaking and inspiring all at the same time. Also, I will never forget Husband riding with his grandpa on the ambulance from the hospital to the hospice facility, where he would pass away 12 hours later.  More than once, Husband has commented on how much that meant to him. 


We made a couple of trips to the lake–one of our favorite spots–including one to celebrate Uncle Buddy’s 70th birthday with a surprise party.  


After thinking my bridesmaid dress closet was complete, I was thrilled when my friend, Dylan, surprised me with the cutest gift and asked me to stand up with her as she marries Austin.  They are one of our favorite couples and we can’t wait to celebrate them next year!

When Christmas rolled around, Husband completely surprised me with this amazingly beautiful gift–handmade Navajo pearls and a turquoise pendant with two stones, one for each baby.  I have never loved a gift more!


We were surprised to see how far off the vet was who preg checked our new cows…we expected calves on October and are still waiting.  Patience is running thin. 


The Presidential election was full of surprises all year, and I pray that God will help all of those elected to guide our country. 

We took a last minute surprise end-of-the-year trip, just husband and me, to Santa Fe.  It was a nice getaway and we enjoyed stuffing our faces with green chile and having some time together. 


I was surprised and honored to win a big award at work that took me to Waco for the presentation.  Of course, that meant a trip to The Silos was in order!


It is hard to imagine how 2017 could me more full or surprises than the past 365 days have been, but we will let it try.  Thanks be to God for all of the blessings he has given us and especially for the two little ones he has entrusted to us.  May we be worthy of this calling in 2017!

Harper’s Birth Story

Here is the second Best of 2016 blog. This was originally posted on Figuring Out the Plot.

I suppose Harper’s birth story really starts at our 36 week appointment where the nurse shockingly announced I was dilated to a 3 and 70% effaced. She was sure I’d have the baby by the next week. So, I kicked it into gear, packing bags, getting plans made, doing laundry, you know, the usual. (Meanwhile, my husband was working out of town for two weeks, staying overnight, everyone was a nervous wreck about Braun and I being home alone and living 45 minutes from the hospital.)

At the 37 week appointment, I was at a 4 and at the 38 weeker, I was a 5. No one could believe I was still going to work, taking care of Braun even walking my mile and a half a day at the gym, but I felt fine. I mean I knew I was having some contractions, but they didn’t hurt that bad and were never in regular intervals.

So after three weeks of false alarms, I wasn’t worried when my husband ran over to my parents house last weekend. They live about 1.5 hours from the hospital. He was going to just go for the day, but then ended up spending the night for several reasons–getting feed, hunters coming in, picking up sheep, needing brand inspection papers. He asked his mom to come and stay with Braun and I while he was gone. I thought this was ridiculously unnecessary as nothing was happening and I didn’t need a babysitter. Famous last words.

I felt fine all weekend. On Saturday night, I was having the same sort of mild contractions I’d had for the last three weeks. They were about 15 minutes apart, but never got closer or stronger, so I went to bed. I didn’t tell my husband when he checked in to see if he needed to come home or if he could spend the night. I figured it was more of the same that had been happening the last couple weeks.

At 4:30 in the morning, Braun woke up crying, so I got out of bed and headed for his room. As I turned the corner to walk in his door, my water broke. Just like the movies. Gush of water on the floor. Go time.

Now, let me add here that I told the doctor that I hoped my water would break so I would know when to go to the hospital. He laughed and said that hardly ever happened in real life and that I would be in labor before that. So, I prayed to my favorite saint, John Paul II that my water would break. And it did. So, good work JPII!

My mother-in-law offered to drive me, but at that point, I wasn’t in any pain and I didn’t want poor Braun to be drug out of the house to the hospital in the middle of the night. So I told her I could handle it if she could stay with him. I mean, women used to have babies on dirt floors. And cows just lay down and calve. I could drive 45 minutes.

I called Ty. He reports seeing my name on caller ID at that time and thinking, “Oh crap.” He said he took the fastest shower ever and headed this way.

My brother heard him and texted to say, “You having a kid?” Ty said yes. My brother was only concerned with his cooler that was in the back of our truck–didn’t want it stolen at the hospital. Apparently, my brother went back to bed and then got up early to guide a hunter. He didn’t ever tell my parents what was going on, so they had no idea. My dad said he heard someone getting around, but he just assumed it was Ty and my brother getting up to hunt.

I don’t even want to know how fast Ty drove his truck. He kept me on the phone until I got to the hospital. When I arrived, he was about 30-40 minutes away.

I had been very concerned about where to park my truck. You have to go into the emergency room to get to labor and delivery in the middle of the night and I didn’t want to get towed. Ty kept telling me how stupid that was–just pull in like you own the joint and deal with it later. Must be a woman thing, because a couple of other girls have asked me where I parked and said that would have worried them too. Fortunately, the first space next to the ER was open, I whipped right in, and walked into the ER.

I told them I needed to get to L&D now. Everyone started moving really fast when they saw me have a contraction. The poor girl who got stuck driving my wheelchair up there kept saying, “Please don’t have a baby before we get to the third floor, please don’t have a baby until we get to the third floor.”

We got there, I told them what was going on, and they got me checked in at 5:30 am. By this point, contractions were about 3 minutes apart. The nurse checked and said I was at a 6. So I texted Ty and told him he could slow down a bit, we had time. Famous last words again.

The nurse asked 5 million questions. Most of my answers included the word “epidural.” The conversations went something like this:

Nurse: Don’t worry, the doctor has been called for someone else so he is on his way.

Me: What about the epidural guy? Is he on the way?

Nurse: We’ve got a lot to do before you can have an epidural. I’ll do my best.

Nurse: Do you have a birthing plan? 

Me: Yes, get here and get an epidural.

Nurse: You doing okay?

Me: Just give me any drugs you have. I will take any drugs at this point.

At 6:05, Ty texted “I’m here.”  About that time, I told the nurse I thought she better check me again. She said, “You’re an anterior lip!” and she started scurrying around. I asked what that meant and she said, “You’re a 9 and the baby is coming fast.”

I called Ty at 6:07 and just said, “You need to get in here NOW.” He was in the parking lot.

The nurse said, “Do not push, Dad’s not here yet.” I probably asked for drugs again if I’m being honest.

Then she said, “Oh crap,” and screamed, “We need a doctor and more hands in here now!” At that time, 6:10 am (40 minutes after getting to the hospital), Harper was born, the nurse caught her, and Ty and the doctor both ran in the door.

The doctor took Harper. Ty grabbed my hand with one hand and the scissors to cut the cord with the other. And that was that.

I asked “I guess I don’t get that epidural, huh?” The nurse said, “You don’t need it now!” I said, “Well, I guess that saved me $700.”

We let our parents know. I called my folks and my dad sleepily answered. I told him we had the baby. He said, “Oh my gosh, we have to get Ty!” He didn’t realize he had left the house. About that time, Ty texted him a photo with me and LL, and everyone calmed down.

And just like that, we were a family of four.

Life seems to always be an adventure with us, but we wouldn’t want it any other day. Happy Birthday, sweet Harper! We’re glad you’re here!

Christmas 2016

Christmas came and went in a whirlwind. BB was old enough to understand the idea of opening presents, so watching him do that was a riot.

We decided to just put up a tree this year and skip the rest of the decorations.  With two babies (way) under two, I just didn’t have the time or energy.  

Knowing BB, we knew the teee would need to be under lock and key, so we ordered a baby gate and that worked quite well!  He absolutely loved the tree and didn’t seem to mind looking from afar.  Each morning I let him in to turn on the lights and admire the gifts and the ornaments. 

My friend Lyndse made these awesome Santa sacks for each of the kids.  Not only are they adorable, but it saved Santa from having to wrap lots of presents! He just stuffed them in the sack. And he appreciated that. 

Check out Sweet Sager Designs on Facebook or Instagram to get yours

Speaking of Santa, he came early and delivered a big gift for a little boy…a teepee!  {This is it, but we got it on major sale.} It has been used some as a teepee, but also as a mountain to climb and a large object to drag around. Hoping as B.B. gets older, he will use it more.

We have started a little tradition with the kids of getting them Christmas pjs and a book or movie.  This year, the kiddos got matching deer pjs and the book selection was Tractor Mac Saves Christmas. So they can use them for more than just one day, we gave them on the Feast of St. Nicholas and plan to continue that in the coming years. 

Jammies from Carter’s.

Also on the tradition front, we made these ornaments last year for BB and decided to do a different version for LL.


We decided to have Christmas for just the four of us at home on Friday before we hit the road to see the families.  I love celebrating with just our little family, and from a practical standpoint, it doesn’t make sense to haul gifts for each other all over and then back home.

Husband got binoculars and an embroidered pullover.  BB got clothes, a tractor and grain cart, and cowboy boots.  LL for some clothes and sweet moccasins.  And I was completely surprised with this beautiful, handmade necklace.  The beads are Navajo pearls, each made by hand and the two turquoise stones represent the two kids.  I have never loved any Christmas gift more. 

He got it from the folks at Acquisitions, Antiques and Collectables on Facebook

Saturday morning we headed to see Husband’s family first and had Christmas at his mom’s house and his Nana’s with the extended family.  Gifts there included customized Rtic coffee mugs, blocks, a John Deere excavator, a giant Jenga set, and lots of clothes for the kiddos! 

Then we loaded up and went to my parents’, arriving just in time for Christmas Eve church.  We spent most of the service in the back or down the hall with BB running around laughing and talking.  We then had our traditional Christmas dinner of tamales, posole, and beans with our neighbors. 

BB was in heaven with all of his gifts, but in particular he loved his giant combine from Uncle Denton.  

I think his favorite gift, however, was this activity cabinet his Granddad made.  I showed my dad this activity board on Pinterest. 


But he took it to a whole new level with this cabinet.  Not only is there a mirror, flash light, whistle, and light switch, but multiple cubbies each with a different latch and fun toys inside.  BB has already played with this for hours!

Christmas Day we headed home and we are still trying to get everything unpacked and unloaded! 

We are so grateful for the people in our lives who love us and our little ones so much. To say we are spoiled is an understatement. And, of course, we are blessed to celebrate the birth of our Lord and Savior.  It is the only gift that really matters.

We hope you all had a wonderful Christmas as well!

The People in Rural America 

This is out first in the Best of 2016 series.

This post was originally published on Figuring Out the Plot and was subsequently published in several newspapers. It is my most-read post ever.

I grew up in rural America. And my husband and I have chosen to raise our family here. In town without stoplights or movie theatres or malls. We don’t have Starbucks or fancy shops or live music (well, except for Fourth of July in my hometown or the rodeo weekend in my current town, both of which are kinda big deals). The high school I attended didn’t have a band or offer French class and there were 200 kids, in one building, grades K through 12.

One of the best parts of living in rural America is the people. I grew up surrounded by neighbors who were like family to me. They helped with homework, they bought whatever crap I was selling as a fundraiser, and they pulled together when things got tough. A month ago when one of our cows got out and I was 9 months pregnant with a husband out of town and a one year old, two of our neighbors jumped right in and had her put up and the fence fixed before I even got home. When a neighbor’s house burned down, the whole community rallied to raise money and offer support. This is what people do here in rural America. 

I can tell you the names of my neighbors dogs for the past three decades. I bought my first cow from Robert when I was 9 years old. I still remember where the owl clock hung in Faye’s kitchen, although she has been gone now for over 20 years. I will never forget the taste Aunt Jean’s cheesecake she always brought to my grandma’s New Year’s Eve Party. 

And, so, on election night when the media kept referring to rural Americans like me, my family, my neighbors, and my friends, as “uneducated” it really made my blood boil. 
These people raise children. They raise the food the people in cities–including snooty news anchors–eat every day. They go to church and school carnivals and fair board meetings. They serve on the volunteer fire department and organize prayer circles and throw the best wedding showers.
And while some of us did receive a college education–I like to think my two college diplomas I earned while being first in my class (meaning the country kid beat the city kids) might deem me “educated,” the rest of us have received an education in the world. Some of the smartest people I know never graduated college and live in rural America. These women can sew anything you can think of, make the best tamales, and raised some of the best people I know. The men can fix anything, work circles around any man in a suit, and will spend hours helping their neighbor in a time of need. They understand agronomy, economics, and animal husbandry better than most people with PhDs.  

Recently, my dad figured up cost per acre on dry land milo on the back of an envelope in about 5 minutes, and the economists I worked with confirmed he was spot on after 3 hours of complex spreadsheets. He may not have walked around the gym in a cap and gown with a doctoral hood, but he is far from uneducated. 

We made the decision to live in rural America consciously, and there is no place where and no people around whom I would rather live or raise my babies. If you ask me, a lot of city folk would be better off if they spent a little time around some of these “uneducated” rural Americans. I am sure grateful for the ones in my life. 

One of the Good Guys

Five years ago today, we lost my Uncle David.  This blog post turned into me giving my first eulogy.  Please say a little prayer for my Aunt Midge today. Time passes, but the pain of this day doesn’t get much easier.

“To live in hearts you leave behind is not to die.”

My Uncle David was one of the good guys. The kind that I’m not convinced they make anymore.
A real cowboy, who used to rodeo with Chris LeDeux. Who could fix whatever, threaten to fight anyone, wasn’t afraid of anything, and liked a cold Coors Light. A guy with a booming voice, a look that made you instantly sit up straighter and say, “Yes sir!” and who constantly threatened to the kids that he was “gonna kick your butt!”

And yet, the same guy who spent part of Thanksgiving dinner playing peekaboo with my two younger cousins and used to untangle my toy puppets. A man who would give you the shirt off his back if he thought for a second you needed it. He was one of the good guys.

I don’t know if our family is like most others. Aunts and uncles here are not just people that we see once a year and who buy us crappy Christmas presents. In our family, they go to ball games and speech contests, graduations and weddings, and take you out to dinner anytime they are in town. Oh, and they buy really good presents. Aunts and uncles are part of our lives, and for that, I’m grateful.
“To live in hearts you leave behind is not to die…”

My Uncle David was one of the good guys. The kind that I’m not convinced they make anymore.


A real cowboy, who used to rodeo with Chris LeDoux. Who could fix whatever, threaten to fight anyone, wasn’t afraid of anything, and liked a cold Coors Light. A guy with a booming voice, a look that made you instantly sit up straighter and say, “Yes sir!” and who constantly threatened to the kids that he was “gonna kick your butt!”

And yet, the same guy who spent part of Thanksgiving dinner playing peekaboo with my two younger cousins and used to untangle my toy puppets. A man who would give you the shirt off his back if he thought for a second you needed it. He was one of the good guys.

I don’t know if our family is like most others. Aunts and uncles here are not just people that we see once a year and who buy us crappy Christmas presents. In our family, they go to ball games and speech contests, graduations and weddings, and take you out to dinner anytime they are in town. Oh, and they buy really good presents. Aunts and uncles are part of our lives, and for that, I’m grateful.

My Uncle David was the kind of uncle every kid should have. The only guy I knew as a kid who was brave enough to curse in front of my mother. Curse word of choice: Dammit as a new first name. (For example, my Aunt would say something that made no sense and his response would be, “Dammit, Midge!” or my mom would be worried about something or lecturing someone and his response would be, “Dammit, Sue!”)

He was the guy who everyone knew. At the State Fair, he would park himself at the corner of the pig show ring bleachers and never leave, because people who knew him just kept on coming by. He knew more about loco weed and winning a science fair than anyone you’ll ever meet. He became quasi-famous (maybe infamous is more like it) after he was quoted in the paper for this gem: “Pigs can’t read.” We were so proud.
You could always spot my Uncle David in a crowd, because he’d wear the same thing, without fail. Boots, Wranglers, solid colored shirt, black hat. He might mix it up and add a tan vest if it was cold or take his hat off at the table. For 28 years, that’s how I expected to see Uncle David.
Uncle David hated Olive Garden. But Aunt Midge and I loved it, so when they would be in town to take me out to eat, that was often the destination. He would moan and groan all the way through his shrimp alfredo. In fact, a couple of weeks ago he texted to check on me when I had a medical procedure done. I told him they had found a food allergy. His response, “Probably from that damn Olive Garden.”

Speaking of texting—if you knew Uncle David, you might find it strange that he texted. He told me he didn’t have a choice if he wanted to communicate with his grand kids. There was, however, a rule. When you wrote Uncle David, you used correct grammar and spelling if you wanted him to answer. Otherwise, you would not get a response, and would, instead, probably get the new first name described above.

And he loved to text me during Oklahoma State football games. I’m not sure if I’ve watched an OSU game in the last several years without a text from Uncle David. My favorite was the text I got the morning after Bedlam a few weeks ago. Here’s the conversation:

Uncle David: “Okay, so what hospital are you in? I saw on tv that 13 people got taken to the hospital after getting trampled while rushing the field, and I knew right away you had to be one of them.”

Me: “Ha! Well you are correct—I did rush the field—but you will be proud to know I only twisted my ankle and went to a bar and not a hospital.”

Uncle David: “I’m so proud of you for not being a dumbass.”

And you know, I’m happy I made him proud. 🙂

We lost Uncle David yesterday. A week after he was diagnosed with cancer. And Saturday, we will gather to say goodbye. I know that there will be tears, but I also know there better be one heck of a party. Because if there’s not, I’ve got a feeling that there may be a booming voice from Heaven giving the rest of us that new first name.