Busy, busy bees

I am so ridiculously busy right now, but I thought I had better say something to my public. Hello, my people. What up? I love you all. I'll write soon, I promise.

Depression

Yesterday has everyone sad about Heath Ledger. It's so tragic that someone so young with so much to live for would be so uncontrollably depressed. I have to confess (because it was sinful) that I used to be very judgemental about how "selfish" it must be to be so sad and consumed with your own mind that you commit suicide. God has since shown me something very different.

I have a few people very close to me that are very depressed. I know of a loved one that thought he/she was losing his/her mind, and I thought so as well. I have also experienced the lowest, most "in the pit" times this last year that I have ever been through. (And I have been through some junk, people.) All that to say that people that are sad -that sad- just cannot be compared to how most people walking around are. There is a different level that your mind can go to that teeters on the edge of your control of your mind and your unwell mind controlling you. I just wanted to say this to remind myself and all to extend mercy, love, and more mercy to sad people. People can actually get annoying because they just won't "snap out of it." They can't. I'm not sure of all the answers, but some people need therapy, some need drugs, and some need both. God help us all. We all need Him.

4board Highlights 2

Have no boat? No problem! My kids and friends have found a way to have a good time with the 4 wheeler, some ski rope, and a skim board. 4 boarding! Andrew made this video.

Rooster

My third son is Evan Louque Harvey. He is directly in the middle of 5 children. January 21st is his 14th birthday, so I think I'll celebrate.

Evan has always been cool. I mean really cool. He's always had "something" about him that made him that way. When he was 5, we were about to go somewhere, and he had gone to get ready. He came out with some jeans, a button down shirt- completely unbuttoned, and a shell necklace. He looked at me and said, "I'm ready." I clearly was not ready. When he was 6, we were in the mall walking past Victoria's Secret. As we passed the display window, Evan kinda put his head back just a little and said, "That's what I'm talkin' about."

All of my children have different talents. Evan is smart. He's also an athlete. He plays football and baseball mainly, but he dabbles in everything. Something that most people may not know about Evan is that he is very sensitive to spiritual things. He has had dreams that really seem to be from God. I can remember when he was 7 or 8 and seeing him run outside in his underwear early in the mornings (even in winter!) He seemed to be wanting it to be a secret, so I just watched from a distance, and he'd come inside in about 2 minutes, and run back to bed. I finally asked what he was doing. He was watching Brad drive off and praying for his safety until he drove out of sight. That's Evan. He's my most macho, sensitive kid. I cherish him completely. He's the man.

Our Roux!

In 2001, my brother Vance's chocolate lab, Dixie, had her first litter of puppies. From that group we got our sweet dog, Roux. She is the kindest, meekest dog! We moved in 2006, and she got confused one day following some kids down the new street. We lost her. She's not a "streetwise" type to say the least. It was horrible. I've been looking for her ever since. We've prayed on a regualr basis for her safe return, and for her to just be warm at night. I've gone up to strangers with labs many times and looked at their dog (ready to say, "that's my dog!"). But it was never her...until yesterday. I was at Cross Walk (small, private school) subbing, and it was recess. She came trotting up, and I thought it could be her. I looked at her belly, and lo and behold, the long scar on her stomach from when she ate a toy and needed surgery for her obstucted intestines. It's a true miracle. I know it's her, but I will probably do DNA testing on her so no one can question her identity. She is home. She is exactly the same- her manner, the way she lays, her movements- I can hardly belive this. After 19 months, our dog is home.

Kam

Yesterday was Kameron Kicklighter's birthday He turned 18. He was a little down last night since his day did not seem very special. Ok, he didn't get any presents or phonecalls from people who were closest to him. Bummer.

Kameron is one of the most exceptional people I know. He is smart (he will graduate from high school with his Associate's degree.), he's funny, no- hilarious. He is kind, trustworthy, loyal (like a german shepherd.) I adore him. Happy Birthday, Kam. You and Bradley can legally buy porn now, but the beautiful thing is, it would traumatize both of you. I love you.

Music!

Check out my playlist. Carole so graciously installed it. The songs I chose remind me of people, so one may be you!

I'm dizzy, so I'm not going to write. Turn up my playlist and do some laundry! Peace.

Back in K-Town

Well, Andrew, Honey, Isabelle, Lola the Cat, and I are back in Florida tonight. We drove all day with Lola yowling from Baton Rouge to Tallahassee. She was not happy. Isabelle ate a giant pickle somewhere in Mississippi, but later threw it up in the lobby of Sonny's BBQ. I didn't make eye contact with any of the patrons in the dining room.

Evan, Bradley and Brad stayed behind. Evan and Brad will hunt (the deer are in "rut"), and they will all go to New Orleans on Monday for the game. Evan and Bradley will go in, and Brad will watch from the outside. So if you know of a single ticket out there...

I'm trying to blog, Carole.

I had a good visit in BR. I got to spend a lot of time with my sister, Kay Lynn, who is recovering from surgery. The biggest thing that happened was Micah's falling out of the deerstand. Thank God he is ok. Collapsed lung and sore. We subjected Carole to way too much football. Overall, she wasn't that cranky about it. Steele put a lot of toys in MawMaw Kay's fish tank and caused MawMaw Kay to say curse words. If Dean would have stayed awake while in charge of Steele...hind sight.

I got to see Little Ken, but not Ashley. She had to leave the day I came. That was my one regret from the trip. I got some "It" Jeans (Oprah's favorite!) at 50% off. Kandi helped me with that. Kandi is quite handy with her fashion connection at Claire Marie's.


I'm rambling. I don't even want to re-read this, so I feel for you. Thanks for the interest. It means the world to me. Seriously.

Peace.

Happy New Year!

So, how do you like my new pics? thank you Carole Sue!

I'm in Baton Rouge, but I promise to try to post more for the 2 people who frequent this site. To the both of you...You're the inspiration that keeps me going.

Geaux Tigas!