A Tribute…


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As I’m sure most of you know my dad passed away a week ago today.  Last Friday night I sat down on my couch with my laptop and a picture of my Uncle Roland’s obituary for a frame of reference and tried to write my dad’s.  Ugh.  Not easy.  Not in that it was particularly emotional but more so in that my brain was completely blank other than the biographical data of his birth date, date of death, who had preceded him and those of us who are trying to survive him.  I really wanted to be able to do this so that my mom wouldn’t have to and my brother was already handling All the other things.

I noted *good stuff* in the middle where the good stuff should go and sent it to my mom. She told me to take a break. So I did. We didn’t have to have it until Monday after all.

Saturday morning I went to the store for things we didn’t really need and cereal, which we really did need mostly in an effort to keep my mind busy. Then around noon my mom called and said she’d written the obituary and she was emailing it to me to see what I thought.  Of course she did cause she’s Superwoman.  I was relieved that someone else had taken care of it and I figured she knew him best anyway.  I don’t know that I gave it my best shot but I did give it a shot.  I probably would have given it a better shot after midnight Sunday night since I seem to do my best work under extreme pressure.

I won’t tell you what I was doing while I read her obit because I think it’s illegal and since it was raining while I was doing the unnamed thing it was probably 100 times more dangerous.  Suffice it to say I don’t remember how I got from I-20 to Loop 12.

What I later found out was that the obituary was a collaboration between my mom and my brother and they so sweetly added a line of mine from my miserable attempt at Obitting.  I won’t tell you which line was mine so that you can peruse to your hearts content trying to figure out which little nugget I was responsible for.  That makes it more fun, right?  And obituaries can always use a little extra fun.

Without further ado I give you the obituary that is my dad’s life and heart in a very long nutshell.  Thank you Mom and Daniel – you guys are amazing.


September24, 1958 – November 25, 2015

Steven ‘Steve’ Wayne Webb passed away peacefully in his sleep on Wednesday morning, November 25, 2015.  He was born on September 24, 1958 to Carl Wayne & Billie Maxine Webb in Waxahachie, Texas.

Steve had a quiet, gentle spirit but could make his friends and family laugh and always desired peace in every part of his life.  He was called to preach at the early age of 12 years old and relinquished his desire to be a pilot to give his full attention to the service of the Lord. His passion and heart’s desire was to do missions work which he was able to do for a short time in Mexico and Guatemala.  He also believed his main ministry was to his beloved wife, Virginia Barnes Webb, whom he met at Southwestern Assembly of God College, Waxahachie, Texas and they married January 19, 1979, almost 37 years ago.

Ministry was his calling and he committed his time to the preaching and teaching of the Word. His life and testimony has touched countless people. And because of his testimony others saw hope for the first time. He continued to let his love and faith in God shine and be his strength even in the darkest hours. In the toughest times of his life is when he served the most! He allowed God to shine thru in spite of what appeared to be incapacitating health. So that it may give strength to others and they would see what the enemy meant for bad God could use for good! He was tireless in his effort to please God. He was relentless in his pursuit to be God’s best friend. Aside from ministry his deepest desire was to be used by God, to be obedient whatever the cost.

Steve was a proud papa. On May 8th, 1980, he became a daddy for the first time. After seeing his baby girl, Faith Suzanne Webb, his heart would never be the same. Some would say he was blessed in that she is EXACTLY like her daddy! Then on February 22, 1982, he was doubly proud when the heir to his name, Thomas Daniel Webb, was born. Some would say he was blessed in that he was NOTHING like his dad, yet he was proud just the same!  Then two more people came into his life and became very special to him, in fact, he called them his kids.  His son-in-love, Richard Paredes, and daughter-in-love, Stephanie Webb.  He was so proud of all four of his kids.

Anyone that knew Steve and had been around him for any amount of time knew that he was a grandpa! He was so proud of Mercedes, Emma, Jimmy, Joey, Daniel, Liliana, and Valor. He would spend countless hours playing, feeding and teasing them. But the countless hours with these activities could not compare to the hours spent in prayer for these sweet grandbabies.

Steve enjoyed everything!  He knew something about everything.  He was an avid reader and incredible dreamer.

He was preceded in death by his brother, James Andrew, ‘Jimmy’ Webb and grandparents.

He is survived by his parents, Wayne & Billie Webb of Marietta, OK, his beloved wife, Virginia Barnes Webb, Dallas, TX, his children Faith & Richard Paredes, Desoto, TX, Daniel & Stephanie Webb, Dallas, TX.  His grandchildren, Mercedes Marie Paredes, Emma Jean Webb, Jimmy Modesto Paredes, Joey Alejandro Paredes, Thomas Daniel Webb II, Liliana Grace Paredes, Gabrian Valor Webb.  His sister and brother-in-law, Cheri & Victor Persinger, his brother and sister-in-law Bryan & Renee Webb and as many nieces and nephews as stars in the sky.

Okay, okay…I’ll tell you.  I got the very last line.  🙂



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Not at the table, just being silly…

Me (singing):

Get your elbows off the table, Jimmy P*****s.

Get your elbows off the table, Jimmy P*****s.

We have seen you do it twice

And it isn’t very nice!

Get your elbows off the table, Jimmy P*****s!

Jimmy: “Never!”


Me:  “Joey, pick up that *whatever* and take it to your room please.”


Me: “JoJo! Pick *it* up and take it to your room!”

*giggling at cartoons*

Me: “Joey!  Listen to me!  Get down right now and bring *that* to me!  JOEY!”

Jimmy: “Allow me.”

*slides down off the bed and picks *it* up

(I can’t remember what I wanted him to pick up.)


Me:  “Joey, did you have a good day today?”

Joey: “Uhhhh…No thanks!”


First thing in the morning…

 Jimmy:  “Mom?”

Me: “hmmmm?”

Jimmy: “I think I love you”

*heart melts into a puddle*


Me: “Joey, do you need a new diaper?”

Joey: “I’m fine, thanks!”


First thing in the morning…..

Jimmy: “Zip my jabamas.”

Me: “Get down off the bed and then I’ll zip them.”

Jimmy (raising his voice): “You do what I tell you to do, right now!”

Me (gasps): “You do not tell me what to do! Now, get down off the bed and then I’ll zip them.”

Jimmy: “Exactly.  Do what I tell you.”

Jabamas = Pajamas


Every morning. Every evening.

Joey (whining): ”Banana! Give me banana!”



Joey: “Banana”

Me:  “No, papa, it’s time to go night-night.”

Joey: “Sandwich”

Me: “No sandwich. Lay down.”

Joey: “Cookie”

Me: “In a minute.”

Note: “in a minute” is Mommy-speak for  “I hope that in a minute you’ll forget about it.”

One Year Later…


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One Year Later…

…. the doorknob rattles and is twisted viciously

to no avail.

A small body slams against the door.

Then frustrated knocks…

…then kicking at the door.

“Open the door!”

“Let me in!”

“It’s me, Jimmy, open the door!”

We look at each other and laugh hysterically.

A door and a lock.


One Year Later….

….Lilly has replaced Joey as our resident eighteen month old.

A sassy, mischievous and joyful eighteen month old.

One Year Later…

…our home has grown by one.

Not our family. (I’m not pregnant!)

Not our hearts. (I’m NOT pregnant!!)

Just our home.

Welcome, Mercedes!

One Year Later…

…Joey is still scared shpitless by the



air compressor

shop vac.

And I still don’t get it.

One Year Later…

…tantrums have tripled

But so has the laughter.

One Year Later…

…we love our little, unfinished home…

one year more than before.

Shhhhhhh! Don’t Tell…

I’m serious!

*hunches shoulders, squints an eye and points an accusatory finger*
*glares the mean Mommy Glare*

If I hear this repeated ANYWHERE were gonna have problems.

And, so help me God, heads will roll if you jinx me.

But I have to admit that….

I think I’m funnier when I’m pregnant.

Now then, forget you ever read this and definitely, definitely do NOT share this with anyone.

Crooked Mug


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Does anyone remember this?


Five years ago I was having a bad day; a string of bad days really. I remember feeling a little off balance on my way to work. I already knew I had a bumper lip and a lip that big would make anyone feel off balance but that wasn’t quite it. When I got to work I decided to take a picture of my poor lip to send my mom – you know, so she’d feel sorry for me – and saw that not only did I have a bumper lip but my glasses were completely cockeyed!! It seems that the mirror lies and the camera is brutally honest. I mean even though I was plainly having a bad hair and lip day I did look in the mirror before I went to work and still didn’t see that my glasses were practically hanging off my face. It does explain why I felt a little off balance though since the frame of my glasses were basically in my field of vision…it was throwing everything off.

I had them adjusted and went on with my life and I’ve now had those glasses for 11 years! We’ve seen approximately 25 trends in eyewear come and go in that time but why mess with a good thing, right? My prescription never changed enough to warrant new glasses so I bought my 6 month supply of contacts every year and made them last a year and wore my glasses when I had too. Dry Eye came knocking though (the eye dr mentioned something about it being age related but I ignored him) and now I can only wear my contacts somewhere between 30 minutes and 6 hrs before I want to pluck my eyeballs out and spit on them. So I’ve been wearing my glasses more often which seems to fascinate Joey. He tried his hand at adjusting them recently with poor results. I tried having them adjusted again by a professional and there wasn’t much they could do. So between Dry Eye and Joey I decided it was time to get some new glasses.

I tried on about 20 different frames trying to find some that would look good on me but also something really different from what I’ve been wearing for 11 years. I’d try a pair on, take a picture and text it to Ricardo. I couldn’t see anything so I was relying on him to tell me what looked best. They weren’t going through in order though so he’d say stuff like “those are too big”, “looks good” and “I like the last ones” and I’d have no idea which ones he was talking about. I even called him to clarify and he said stuff like “the small ones” and “the last ones” and I still had no clue. I finally picked out a pair that I thought would be the best and placed my order.


They came in the mail this week. I’ve been wearing them two days now and no one’s noticed….that’s how different they are. *rolls eyes* This morning I happened to notice that they look a little crooked. They’re brand new!! What the hell?? Which leads me to believe the problem all of this time is that my face is the one that’s crooked!

The ones I ended up choosing.



Sometimes I blog for myself and this is one of those times…but I’m sharing anyway. When I have a myriad of thoughts crashing into each other the easiest way for me to sort them all out is to write them down, so I’m doing some organizing today. It may or may not make sense to anyone but me.

My oldest baby is almost four years old. Seems impossible but it’s true. September 2010 my world changed. My WHOLE world – and it kept changing and it’s not done yet. For the last four years my world has been pretty wrapped up in having babies and all that goes with newborns and toddlers. It’s been a constant state of adjusting and readjusting. You name it and I’ve adjusted it. I don’t really expect that to change anytime soon…or ever…but now that we’ve passed the one year mark with the last baby and she’s weaned and sort of sleeping through the night I’ve been feeling/pondering something new. The days of pregnancy and newborns are over for me and even though it’s a little bittersweet I’m happy to be moving into another stage. Well, terrified actually but I call it happy. Terrible Twos and Trying Threes at the same time has been a blast.

The thing is, four years ago my world changed and it changed me. Mind, Body and Soul. Everyone tells you it will happen and theoretically you know it will happen, and then it happens. Some changes are immediately apparent and some don’t register for a while. When you finally realize you’ve become your mother and your father and a little of your brother, you ask yourself “when the hell did that happen?” But for me the change to my Body has been the hardest to pin down because it’s been in an almost constant state of flux for the last five years.

I’d heard for years that once you hit 30 it becomes quite a bit harder to stay fit or more specifically to see results from any type of diet or exercise regimen. I began this journey right as I was about to turn 30 and completely expected my body to change. I mean you’d have to be pretty dense to not know that pregnancy is going to change you physically in some way. And change it did. Mostly the normal expected type of changes but also some unexpected types. Namely bigger boobs!! Rockstar boobs even!! Okay, I expected them to get bigger but I didn’t comprehend the awesomeness of engorgement…as painful as it is the boobs are amazing.

After Jimmy was born I took the physical changes mostly in stride. I didn’t bounce completely back to my pre-pregnancy weight but I was looking pretty good although my hips seemed to be permanently a little wider than they had been previously. I was so wrapped up in my baby and all of the other adjustments taking place in my world that the changes in my Body seemed to be a problem for a later day.

Then Joey arrived and three months after he was born Liliana demanded her turn. I’ve been busy. But now that I’ve moved out of this pregnancy/newborn/breastfeeding phase I’ve become more and more aware of the changes my Body has made; I’m not 29 and childless anymore and I never will be again. That realization is where I’m at now. If you’re reading this you’re probably saying “Duh! Nothing stays the same. You had three babies of course you look different” and you’re right, of course. Somehow in the madness of sleepless nights and your body growing and/or feeding someone else the changes make sense….but once that’s over you begin to remember who you were before said madness. And then you realize your body isn’t remembering at the same rate.

I’ve come to the realization, finally, that motherhood has changed me…Mind, BODY and Soul. This isn’t a post to say I’ve fully accepted it or am completely okay with it yet but I’m heading that direction. And when I’ve accepted it….something else will change. Isn’t that the way it works?

Mine All Mine

I think I’ve put my finger on what it is that I love so much about being in our little unfinished home.  I feel like I’m playing house with a real house, real babies and a real daddy – which means I’m a real mamma!  That may not be the only thing I love about it but I think it certainly contributes to the feeling of satisfaction I have there.  It’s mine, all of it.  It may not be finished but it’s mine.  Everyone that knows me knows that all I’ve ever wanted was to be a wife and mother and here I am living the dream.  I’ve had other things on the list that I’ve wanted to do over the years including:

  • Assassin (you think I’m joking) (I am not) (and I know where you live) (and I don’t know how to use parentheses) (that didn’t mean anything) (did it?)
  • Private Investigator
  • Midwife
  • Landscaper (fancy way to say mow the yard)
  • Singer
  • Writer
  • Singer
  • Writer
  • Sidney Bristow of Alias fame
  • Painter (what I thought a makeup artist was when I was 5)
  • Cart Pusher (sounded easy)
  • Pilot
  • Lottery winner
  • Bank Robber
  • Getaway Car Driver

But always, always wife and mother was at the top of the list.  A few of those things are still on the list of things to do…I’ll let you figure out which ones…but the two most important ones to me have already happened. Moving into and living in our little home just puts the cap on it for me.  It’s like a peaceful bubble that shuts out the rest of the world when we’re there.

Now if the lottery games would just cooperate maybe we could finish the house!



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Snippet #1

Lilly is all over the place these days. She’s 10.5 months and I think she’s going to be another scooter. It’s really quite hilarious that I’ve never actually seen her move. I sit her on the floor with some toys and a few minutes later she’s moved across the floor without me even seeing when she did it!! I videoed her last night for 10 minutes trying to figure out how she’s actually moving and I still can’t describe it to you.


Snippet #2

I have possibly the dumbest problem ever in the history of humans.  I walk on my toes. :sigh:  No seriously, I walk on my toes and it’s a problem.  The fourth toe on my right foot lays funky and ends up half under the third toe and gets smashed as I walk.  I’ve smashed it into further deformity and it’s getting a weird flattened, cone-head shape to the bottom of it.  Plus it hurts.

I want to use it to walk on.  Not walk on it.


Snippet #3

Jimmy is convinced Grannie is the only one that can pray for him.  I’ve been praying with him and Joey at bedtime for awhile now and every time I say “…in Jesus name, Amen.”  He fusses at me and tells me that Grannie is the only one that can say that.


Snippet #4

Joey is Jimmy’s amigo, in Spanish.  Joey is Jimmy’s friend, in English.  Lilly is Jimmy’s amiga and friend, in Spanish and English. Grannie is also Jimmy’s friend and amigo.  Joey is not Jimmy’s cousin, Joey is Jimmy’s brudder.  Uncle Daniel, Aunt Stephanie, Emma and Baby Uncle Daniel are Jimmy’s cousins.

He’s almost got it!


Snippet #5

Joey isn’t two years old yet.  How is that possible?  I feel like Joey has been with me for the last five years at least, he’s just always been.  Simultaneously Joey is my baby (boy) and not allowed to grow up.  When he turns two in 2.5 weeks…well…lets just say I’m in denial.  June 1st will never get here and Joey will always be my little (ha!) baby (boy) that isn’t 2 yet but looks like he’s at least 4 and talks like he’s 25.  A really immature, illiterate 25 year old.


Snippet #6

I never decided how many snippets there should be in this post.


Snippet #7

Now that I’ve passed 5 I think I should at least go to 10.


Snippet #8

My boys need a haircut.  I can admit it.  Admitting it doesn’t mean I’m going to do anything about it.  Cutting their hair is irreversible.  It may grow back but it will never, ever, ever, ever, ever be the untouched hairs of their infancy.  Ever.  Joey’s hair is annoying me especially because it’s in the lovely phase of being long enough to hang in his eyes but not long enough to push behind his ears.  So it’s always in his eyes.  He has the most beautiful curls though.  Jimmy’s hair just needs some shape too it.  After a few minutes of playing it ends up looking stringy.  Maybe they’ll get a haircut before school starts…in a few years.


Snippet #9

I think I’ve run out of snippets.


Snippet #10

I love my home.  I’m so happy to be where we are, it’s such a good feeling to be there even though it isn’t finished.  It’s going to be so nice when we are finished and we can sit down and just relax, I really look forward to those days when we can focus on other projects and things we like to do.  But even though we’re not there yet I still have such a great feeling of contentment…in my home and in my family.

Invisible Ink


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Unbeknownst to me I’ve been writing in invisible ink this past month.  I think I’ve fixed the settings now so you all should be able to read the ones from here on out.

We’ve made huge progress on the house.  The back porch looks so great, it doesn’t even look like the same house!  I can’t get enough of it.  It’s not done by any means but it’s already just a huge transformation.

Here are a couple of transition pictures.


June 2009

June 2009

5 years later we have a porch, deck and stone pillars.

5 yrs later...Porch, deck and stone pillars!

5 yrs later…Porch, deck and stone pillars!

And this past weekend we started on the rustic siding!


Saturdays Progression

Saturdays Progression

Sunday's Progression

Sunday’s Progression

We love it so much that we stay outside more than we stay inside.  We set up a makeshift table out of an old door and saw horses and used it for several different things this weekend.  First it held all the old fencing we were using.  Then it held all of our buckets to wash dishes, we had a dishwashing assembly line (seen here after the fact turned upside down to dry).  Then we grilled fajitas and used it as a table to eat at.  And of course our squirrel fan to keep us all cool.

Fan, "doing the dishes", dinner

Fan, “doing the dishes”, dinner

Our little air compressor died so we haven’t finished the siding project – we didn’t have the right materials to finish with hammer and nails – so hopefully we’ll finish that this week some time.

The kids enjoyed being outside all weekend too.  They looked like filthy little Orphan Annie and Andys every night but they loved every minute.



I can’t wait to show you more pictures as we finish even more projects!

Seven Day Challenge Review


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I’m totally singing the closing song for Dora The Explorer in my head right now…and every time I think of this challenge.

We Did It!  Yeah, I said “We”.  I’m not sure I’d have started or finished this challenge without knowing there were people reading my words and telling me nice things about how I put the words together.  So now I’m going to review myself and by the end of the post make a decision on future challenges.  You know how accurate self-reviews are (Ha!).  I’d love your feedback too so feel free to say what you thought, what you liked and what I could do better.

What I Learned

The number one thing I learned is that I suck at graphic design.  This is how much I suck:  I had to ask Google “what do you call someone that designs invitations?”  I totally had a brain cloud – I knew the term – I even KNOW a couple of Graphic Designers but I could not remember what you call them.  I was looking for an app or site that would let me make really awesome “Day 1” pictures that were personalized but it’s hard to search for things if you don’t know what they’re called.  I ended up with something that worked out okay but if anyone knows a site or app that a rank amateur can use let me know!

The second thing I learned was I love to write…on a computer.  I don’t enjoy writing by hand because my brain thinks faster than I can write.  I can kinda keep up if I type and can use spell check and BoldItalics and such to emphasize my feelings.  And I really hate writing on my phone.  It’s worse than writing by hand. Any future challenges will not include posting by phone.


I think my favorite post of the challenge was Day 1: The Ode.  That was a real stretch for me and I had so much fun putting it together.  I was proud of the end result knowing that I don’t consider myself a poet.  I enjoyed writing Day 4 and 6 and even 7 would be on the “Like” list.

Which leaves 2, 3 and 5 on the “Dislike” list.  Breaking it down more I don’t even dislike Day 5 so much as it was just a built in “break” from writing. So while I enjoyed writing the excerpt when I actually wrote it…I just didn’t write it during this challenge so I can’t include it in my “Likes”. Days 2 and 3 were written over the weekend and subsequently on my phone and I jsut didn’t feel the creative flow.  Day 3 was the worst!  It was Sunday night and I was exhausted but determined to post something before midnight so I didn’t miss a day.  I posted something alright and it was the biggest give up day of the challenge although it probably was the most trying of all of them.

Ranking from Best to Worst:

Day 1: The Ode
Day 4: Entrepreneurs
Day 6: Moments
Day 7: The Straw
Day 5: An Excerpt
Day 2: Fresh
Day 3: Life

Based on that ranking it doesn’t look like my skills as a writer really improved much  by the end of the challenge.  It almost looks like I went backwards…sorta.  I could take that to mean that I’ve arrived but I’m sure it’s more like I need a longer challenge. I’ll tell you that minus posting on my phone I really enjoyed writing every day.  Sometimes I didn’t know what I would write about until I sat down to write and sometimes I had a seed of an idea germinating.  It’s fun to have a destination in mind and then curve completely off course in a much better but completely unexpected direction.

Future Challenges

I think for now I won’t put myself under any official, public challenge to write a certain amount within a certain time frame.  It’s not that this challenge was that stressful but now that I know I can do it I feel like I’ll enjoy writing more often just because I want to.  My goal, for now, is to write at least 3-5 times a week now giving myself the weekends off.

So that’s my review of myself.  I’d love to hear your thoughts!