Archive for April, 2011

This past weekend on Saturday 16, 2011, members of the NFL Former Players Houston Chapter and I participated in the 2011 Houston Stroll for Epilepsy held at the Houston Zoo. I got going a little late Saturday morning but still managed to make it on time. We signed autographs, told a few jokes and had a super fun time being at the event. There were an estimated two thousand people participating at the event. I even got to do the— count down to start the stroll. That was fun. I’m a natural.


Cyberonics was the corporate sponsor for the event. They presented the Epilepsy Foundation Texas with a check for right around $77,000.00. It was one of those big oversized card board checks. It was so big the person it was presented to almost dropped it while trying to accept it. I guess you probably had to be there to get the funny.

After leaving the stroll, I had to double back home to change clothes. I put on only the most perfect colors in the world (purple and gold) and headed to the Greater Houston LSU Alumni Crawfish boil held at Wild West restaurant. I got there early to fulfill my duties as part of the event set up team and boy did we work to set things up.


The event is important as the money we raise as a chapter goes back to LSU to aid funding scholarships. Plus, we want to have the biggest card board check to give among all of the chapters. That’s right San Diego we coming for ya.

God is for you. Turn to the sidelines; that’s God cheering your run. Look past the finish line; that’s God applauding your steps. Listen for Him in the bleachers, shouting your name. Too tired to continue? He’ll carry you. Too discouraged to fight? He’s picking you up. God is for you.

God is for you. Had He a calendar, your birthday would be circled. IF He drove a car, your name would be on His bumper. If there’s a tree in heaven, he’s carved your name in the bark…

“Can a mother forget the baby at her breast and have no compassion on the child she has borne?” God asks in Isaiah 49:15. What a bizarre question. Can you mothers imagine feeding your infant and then later asking, “What was that baby’s name?” No. I’ve seen you care for your young. You stroke the hair, you touch the face, you sing the name over and over. Can a mother forget? No way. But “even if she could forget…I will not forget you,” God pledges (Isaiah 49:15).

Max Lucado; In the grip of grace

Music, Music, Music

Posted: April 8, 2011 in 2011 Events & Posts

Music is the legal over the counter, dose by dose, stimulate. No matter how much you take you can’t over dose. Music can alter and change moods and thoughts. It resurrects feelings from memories created long ago. It can speed up or slow down body language. It is an upper and downer all at the same time.

Music can ease the mind or help to relax the mood after a rough day or bad event. It can be used as a precursor to that aphrodisiac just before an intimate rendezvous. Yeah, you probably did that a lot back in high school, college and even your wedding night. I hear the song now ” Turn off the Lights…..”

Music is associated with every part of our ceremonial life. Certain styles and tones are nationally adapted as the theme for funerals, weddings, parties, graduations and even the Presidential Inauguration.

Music takes you to places you can enjoy all without leaving your city, couch or car. It is truly a beautiful thing. It can soothe, encourage and excite. It can be scary, depressing or nasty. We don’t always know how to perceive the music we hear or understand the why in why we like it. But if you give it time you will know.

 I am no great theologian on instruments or artists. I can’t read or write music but worst of all I can’t even play an instrument.

 What I can tell you is that I know how to push play. That I know well.

 Music, I just love the sound.

Over the last week, I have gotten off work a little later than usual causing me to also be later picking up my daughter from daycare. So, on Friday March 25, I decided to get off early to pick up my daughter. I arrive at her school then walk sheepishly into her class. I stand there a few seconds observing her at play. She turns around and lets out a great big gigantic “DADA…DADA” that is only over shadowed by her ear to ear Ronald McDonald like smile. She seemingly excerpts every ounce of energy to run in a full tilt all out sprint to Dada as I hold out my open arms.

We hug. I gather her things then we make our way to the car and we are off to home.

We arrive at home; I pull into the drive-way, park the car and we get out as usual.

Now, as we walk to the door I hear this sweat angel let a devil like screech “DaDa”  then she runs hurriedly to me with her arms in the pick me up right now, at this very moment position. I respond in that concerned parent voice.  “What’s wrong baby” I reply. Then I make a quick scan of the front yard and see a small figure moving toward the bushes.  Now with my angel firmly wrapped in my arms, I walk slowly toward the front door. I look back and forth using CIA like technique to spot the visitor tucked neatly in between the rose-bush planted by the front door.

The object of fear was earth tone brown with a brownish fluffy tail. It looked just like Peter Rabbit from the story books.  We walk closer and I calm down my terrified angel. I explain to her there is no reason to be afraid and she calms down slowly. She goes into an observation mode.

We take a look at the rabbit for a bit than go in the house. The weekend comes. Every morning and afternoon the visitor rabbit shows up. He gets to our house in the morning hours than camps out underneath the rose bush. As the sun sets he moves his location to the shrubbery closer to the house for more shade.  

The next week begins and ever since that first encounter with Peter Rabbit it looks like this visitor continues to show up under the rose bush when we get home after work.  So, eight days later, this rabbit has taken up residence at my house. 


So with Easter coming up I wonder. Will we have our own personal Easter Bunny? Maybe a few eggs too.  Maybe a little Rabbit Stew? Just joking.  Please no calls from PETA. I Love Easter…and the Bunny.