The end of October is near...
...But let awareness stick around all year.
I ran barefoot down a stone-covered dirt road carrying my scared boys on my hips. Desperate screams of help shattered the still night. In front of me, the road disapeared into the darkness. Behind me, a man carrying a shot-gun. The closest house was a mile away and vacant. I prayed someone would hear my screams. Blood and tears soaked my face. I tried to convince myself and my terrified boys we would get away, but I couldn't run fast enough. With every pounding step I took, the gap between the boys and I and the man chasing us got shorter. Questions raced through my mind, "Will the boys be okay?", "Will I be shot in front of them?", and ultimately, "Am I going to die today?"
I survived that terrifying night and many more like it, before I took a stand and walked away. As the years pass only a few scars and memories remain. I have rebuilt self-esteem and restored my strength. I have provided the boys with safety. We are Survivors.
During the month of October, I have seen purple ribbons tied around the trees on the courthouse lawn, and a large sign that reads, "October is National Domestic Violence Awareness Month". The end of the month is fast approaching, so don't let the awareness be packed away like the ribbons on the trees. Domestic Violence just doesn't occur in October it occurs every day of every month. Reach out to someone who needs a hand, because your hand could be the hand that saves them.
I must say "Thank You" to those who stood by me, and especially to my husband, Terry for showing me what true love is.
Until next time...
...We're gonna keep on doin' it Townley Style.
Thoughts from a mom, wife, daughter, sister, and everything else Townley
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Friday, September 24, 2010
Be Positive
Our lives this time of year pretty much consists of...
...football, football and more football.
All that football is all right with me, because I love the sport! We've got Junior High ball on Thursday nights, Varsity ball on Fridays and Flag on Saturdays. When we are at home our tv is tuned in to football. If there is a game on - college or pro - we've got that channel on. I find myself saying and thinking things that most girly girls wouldn't say like, "Oh My Gosh, you could see the slobber sling from his jaws after that hit - Dang good hit." When it comes to watching the kiddos play football, Terry and I always make sure to yell and cheer them on. There are lots of "Good Hit", "Let's go D", "C'Mon Blue", "G'Job Hornets" coming from the sidelines. It's always praise for all the kids playing. When the game is over, we make sure to slap each of the boys on the shoulder pad and tell them, "Good Game."
Last night, we traveled to Evant to watch the Junior High Hornets and Colby play. There was already a 7th grade game taking place between Evant and Lingleville, and we arrived early enough to watch the second half of that game. Even though Lingleville was puttin it to the Evant Elks there was a dad on the sideline yelling at the Lingleville 7th graders on the field. His angry comments were, "Get out there and knock someone out, you're playing like a girl." He yelled at the football boys, in a disapointed fashion several times - they were even winning the ball game.
I thought about the man's statement "You're playing like a girl" and how wrong it is for him to criticize the young players like that. A person/parent shouldn't put their kids down like that. I felt bad for the boy out there on the field giving it his best. I mean, if his dad will holler such stuff in public for all the fans to hear, what does he do to the poor kid at home in private.
I chewed on those thoughts for a little while and then another came to mind. How dare him say that boy is playing like a girl. I take offense to that. I found myself picturing a team of football players - all girls - suited up in pads and helmets, standing on the 40 yard line, ready to attack. The other team...the man who was standing on the sideline criticizing the boys playing quarterback. The center snaps the ball, the pompous man takes the snap, stands up tall, looking downfield for a pass. BAM - he is laid out by the group of girls playing some defense! Woop!!! Play like a girl huh?!
Once the Lingleville/Evant game was over, the JH Hornets took the field, played the Evant 8th Graders and walked away with a W! 50-28. Good job Blue!
Until next time...
...We're gonna keep on doin' it Townley Style.
...football, football and more football.
All that football is all right with me, because I love the sport! We've got Junior High ball on Thursday nights, Varsity ball on Fridays and Flag on Saturdays. When we are at home our tv is tuned in to football. If there is a game on - college or pro - we've got that channel on. I find myself saying and thinking things that most girly girls wouldn't say like, "Oh My Gosh, you could see the slobber sling from his jaws after that hit - Dang good hit." When it comes to watching the kiddos play football, Terry and I always make sure to yell and cheer them on. There are lots of "Good Hit", "Let's go D", "C'Mon Blue", "G'Job Hornets" coming from the sidelines. It's always praise for all the kids playing. When the game is over, we make sure to slap each of the boys on the shoulder pad and tell them, "Good Game."
Last night, we traveled to Evant to watch the Junior High Hornets and Colby play. There was already a 7th grade game taking place between Evant and Lingleville, and we arrived early enough to watch the second half of that game. Even though Lingleville was puttin it to the Evant Elks there was a dad on the sideline yelling at the Lingleville 7th graders on the field. His angry comments were, "Get out there and knock someone out, you're playing like a girl." He yelled at the football boys, in a disapointed fashion several times - they were even winning the ball game.
I thought about the man's statement "You're playing like a girl" and how wrong it is for him to criticize the young players like that. A person/parent shouldn't put their kids down like that. I felt bad for the boy out there on the field giving it his best. I mean, if his dad will holler such stuff in public for all the fans to hear, what does he do to the poor kid at home in private.
I chewed on those thoughts for a little while and then another came to mind. How dare him say that boy is playing like a girl. I take offense to that. I found myself picturing a team of football players - all girls - suited up in pads and helmets, standing on the 40 yard line, ready to attack. The other team...the man who was standing on the sideline criticizing the boys playing quarterback. The center snaps the ball, the pompous man takes the snap, stands up tall, looking downfield for a pass. BAM - he is laid out by the group of girls playing some defense! Woop!!! Play like a girl huh?!
Once the Lingleville/Evant game was over, the JH Hornets took the field, played the Evant 8th Graders and walked away with a W! 50-28. Good job Blue!
Until next time...
...We're gonna keep on doin' it Townley Style.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
We Bleed Blue
Although the Cowboys game was extremely disapointing this week...
...Cowboy Blue and Silver still runs through our veins.
There are certain rituals that take place on Game Day at our house. Terry breaks out the old football crock pot and cooks a pot of chili cheese dip. The corn chip bag is ripped right down the center for all day munching purposes. Our tv is tuned into the pre-pre game show, the pre-game show, and then the game. It's all day football coverage. Right before the game, we change into our jerseys and get ready to yell, cheer, holler, and throw things at the tv. My mom actually drove up one day last fall, the windows were all open because the weather was beautiful. She opened our front door with wide eyes and asked, "Are ya'll fighting?" "Nope, We're just watching the Cowboy Game."
Now, in the six years I have known Terry there are only a handful of games that we have not watched together. We are always right there watching together.
The Cowboy blood is passed on to our children too. I thought I would share Cameron's first story of his fourth grade year with you...
My class and I went to the new Cowboys Stadium for a tour. It was a long drive there, but it was the best day ever!
First, we went to the locker rooms, where we got an autograph. We got to see the new player Dez Bryant.
Next, we got to play football on the field. We played with a football that the Cowboys actually used in the N.F.L.
Tony Romo bought lunch for us. I bet no one will believe that.
I thought we were going to be the only people there; well I was wrong. People started crowding in at 1:00 pm, and it was hard to get around in the stadium. Finally, they left. What a relief!
Then, Tony Romo threw a pass, and I caught it. I made a touchdown while the class tried to tackle me. I ran four laps around the field. I was really tired, so I sat in the stands for a little bit.
After that, the Cowboys gave us a jersey. I got Tony Romo's jersey, and wore it all day.
We then had pizza for a snack at 3:00 pm.
The stadium had a swimming pool, so we all went swimming. I jumped off the diving board and did a back flip into the pool.
After swimming, the Cowboys showed us some plays they use during football games. We also did some stretches.
Did you know the stadium has a big screen t.v. that is 80 yards? When it's sunny they can open the roof. That's pretty cool! The stadium holds over 100,000 people. It's right next to the Rangers Ball Park, Six Flags over Texas, and Hurricane Harbor. There are also big screen t.v.'s on the outside of the stadium. It's the largest stadium in America! There is a statue of Tom Landry outside the stadium. He was the Cowboys first head coach.
My mom and dad went to the stadium to watch a bull riding contest. The bull rider that won got 100,000,000 dollars. He rode a bull named Code Blue. They got to go down on the floor of the stadium and watch a concert. They also have boxing matches there.
Jerry Jones owns the stadium and the Cowboys. Maybe one day he'll pay me to play for the Cowboys. The 2011 Super Bowl is in Cowboy Stadium. I just hope that the Cowboys are playing and I am watching.
Pretty good story and it's most definately A+ work.
Until next time...
...We're gonna keep on doing it Townley Style.
...Cowboy Blue and Silver still runs through our veins.
There are certain rituals that take place on Game Day at our house. Terry breaks out the old football crock pot and cooks a pot of chili cheese dip. The corn chip bag is ripped right down the center for all day munching purposes. Our tv is tuned into the pre-pre game show, the pre-game show, and then the game. It's all day football coverage. Right before the game, we change into our jerseys and get ready to yell, cheer, holler, and throw things at the tv. My mom actually drove up one day last fall, the windows were all open because the weather was beautiful. She opened our front door with wide eyes and asked, "Are ya'll fighting?" "Nope, We're just watching the Cowboy Game."
Now, in the six years I have known Terry there are only a handful of games that we have not watched together. We are always right there watching together.
The Cowboy blood is passed on to our children too. I thought I would share Cameron's first story of his fourth grade year with you...
My class and I went to the new Cowboys Stadium for a tour. It was a long drive there, but it was the best day ever!
First, we went to the locker rooms, where we got an autograph. We got to see the new player Dez Bryant.
Next, we got to play football on the field. We played with a football that the Cowboys actually used in the N.F.L.
Tony Romo bought lunch for us. I bet no one will believe that.
I thought we were going to be the only people there; well I was wrong. People started crowding in at 1:00 pm, and it was hard to get around in the stadium. Finally, they left. What a relief!
Then, Tony Romo threw a pass, and I caught it. I made a touchdown while the class tried to tackle me. I ran four laps around the field. I was really tired, so I sat in the stands for a little bit.
After that, the Cowboys gave us a jersey. I got Tony Romo's jersey, and wore it all day.
We then had pizza for a snack at 3:00 pm.
The stadium had a swimming pool, so we all went swimming. I jumped off the diving board and did a back flip into the pool.
After swimming, the Cowboys showed us some plays they use during football games. We also did some stretches.
Did you know the stadium has a big screen t.v. that is 80 yards? When it's sunny they can open the roof. That's pretty cool! The stadium holds over 100,000 people. It's right next to the Rangers Ball Park, Six Flags over Texas, and Hurricane Harbor. There are also big screen t.v.'s on the outside of the stadium. It's the largest stadium in America! There is a statue of Tom Landry outside the stadium. He was the Cowboys first head coach.
My mom and dad went to the stadium to watch a bull riding contest. The bull rider that won got 100,000,000 dollars. He rode a bull named Code Blue. They got to go down on the floor of the stadium and watch a concert. They also have boxing matches there.
Jerry Jones owns the stadium and the Cowboys. Maybe one day he'll pay me to play for the Cowboys. The 2011 Super Bowl is in Cowboy Stadium. I just hope that the Cowboys are playing and I am watching.
Pretty good story and it's most definately A+ work.
Until next time...
...We're gonna keep on doing it Townley Style.
Monday, September 6, 2010
Ready, Set, Go!
This week is the kickoff to a fast-paced, always on the go Sports Season...
...I mean Sports Year for us.
Let's talk about football...
...Tonight marked the First Practice for Terry and his team of future Hornets.
The First Baptist Church of Walnut Springs started a six-man flag football league for the kiddos this year. Terry is coaching with the assistance of the Youth Minister, and both Cameron and Corey are on Dad's team.
The boys started asking (oh around 3:15 this afternoon) what time it was...Practice didn't start until 6. I'm betting they checked the clock at least 25 times before it was time to leave. They even started their own practice in the backyard - throwing the football around. Terry, he is just as excited.
Now, the neat thing about this league, is the coaches are to include a devotional into their practices. Prayer is encouraged at all practices and games, and game day - a devotional will be held during half-time.
We've got a big day for Colby too this week. The first Junior High game of the season is Thursday in Kopperl. Colby played on the Junior High team last year as a sixth grader. But he is a True Blue Junior High Hornet this year.
The funny thing about Junior High Ball, is the size difference between all of the kiddos. Colby is a little on the short side (he can thank me for that) and during practice, he has been up against a kiddo that is durn near 6 foot tall and has a size 13 foot. I told him, "Well you've got to learn to block the big kiddos." Colby just looked at me like I was crazy, and said "He puts me on my back everytime."
Varsity football is in the second week, but it was the first week for the pep rally and our first game to attend. Brooke was all decked out in her cheerleading duds and rockstar spirit. The cheerleaders rocked the gym with a great dance they learned at camp. Shhh, even though Cameron had been at home sick for a couple of days - we snuck into the pep rally. Brooke's smiling face carried over straight to the game that night in Morgan.
We had heard some talk that the Walnut/Morgan game would be a good game. And well, it was a good game - for the Hornets! In six-man football, if there is a difference of 45 points between teams - the game is over at half-time. Well...the game was OVER at half-time. The Hornets did let Morgan get 6 on the board, but that was all. The game pretty much consisted of the Hornets touching the football and the Hornets scoring a touchdown.
Everywhere I went...
...I was Running.
Brooke ties on her running shoes Wednesday for a two-mile run over hills, through a pasture, around a creek, and wherever else the coaches mark a cross country trail. She's made regionals every year of her High School career so far, here's hoping her Junior Year brings the same.
With football practice, football games, cross country events, I think we have everyday of the week covered with the exception of Sundays. Let the games begin!
Until next time...
...We're gonna keep on Doing it Townley Style.
...I mean Sports Year for us.
Let's talk about football...
...Tonight marked the First Practice for Terry and his team of future Hornets.
The First Baptist Church of Walnut Springs started a six-man flag football league for the kiddos this year. Terry is coaching with the assistance of the Youth Minister, and both Cameron and Corey are on Dad's team.
The boys started asking (oh around 3:15 this afternoon) what time it was...Practice didn't start until 6. I'm betting they checked the clock at least 25 times before it was time to leave. They even started their own practice in the backyard - throwing the football around. Terry, he is just as excited.
Now, the neat thing about this league, is the coaches are to include a devotional into their practices. Prayer is encouraged at all practices and games, and game day - a devotional will be held during half-time.
We've got a big day for Colby too this week. The first Junior High game of the season is Thursday in Kopperl. Colby played on the Junior High team last year as a sixth grader. But he is a True Blue Junior High Hornet this year.
The funny thing about Junior High Ball, is the size difference between all of the kiddos. Colby is a little on the short side (he can thank me for that) and during practice, he has been up against a kiddo that is durn near 6 foot tall and has a size 13 foot. I told him, "Well you've got to learn to block the big kiddos." Colby just looked at me like I was crazy, and said "He puts me on my back everytime."
Varsity football is in the second week, but it was the first week for the pep rally and our first game to attend. Brooke was all decked out in her cheerleading duds and rockstar spirit. The cheerleaders rocked the gym with a great dance they learned at camp. Shhh, even though Cameron had been at home sick for a couple of days - we snuck into the pep rally. Brooke's smiling face carried over straight to the game that night in Morgan.
We had heard some talk that the Walnut/Morgan game would be a good game. And well, it was a good game - for the Hornets! In six-man football, if there is a difference of 45 points between teams - the game is over at half-time. Well...the game was OVER at half-time. The Hornets did let Morgan get 6 on the board, but that was all. The game pretty much consisted of the Hornets touching the football and the Hornets scoring a touchdown.
Everywhere I went...
...I was Running.
Brooke ties on her running shoes Wednesday for a two-mile run over hills, through a pasture, around a creek, and wherever else the coaches mark a cross country trail. She's made regionals every year of her High School career so far, here's hoping her Junior Year brings the same.
With football practice, football games, cross country events, I think we have everyday of the week covered with the exception of Sundays. Let the games begin!
Until next time...
...We're gonna keep on Doing it Townley Style.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Life Continues
The world doesn't stop when life does...
...The sun still rises and the people around you continue on their way to work, to school, the grocery store, wherever they are going they still go.
I traveled many miles Thursday night and well into Friday day, and spent the majority of that time reflecting on life. The lives of those who have already gone, the lives of the family and friends around me, and the lives of strangers that I pass on the streets.
I began to think about the people we passed along the road and met in the convenient store...What's going on in their lives. Are they happy? Are they sad? Are they heading to work or perhaps to the grocery store, or like us, are they traveling a road they do not want to travel?
The convienent store clerk smiled and asked the standard question, "Hi, How are you?" Through a broken smile, I replied the standard answer, "Good, and you?" It was a lie - None of us were good. We put on a smile while our hearts were breaking. The clerk didn't know why we were there that day or what we were going through. Just as we didn't know what was going on behind the clerk's smile.
During our drive, there were times where every sound around me disapeared; and it felt as if I was alone. It was just me sitting there in the passenger seat looking at road ahead. I thought for a moment about the grass, the hills, the trees and every piece of nature that surrounded us. All of it was beautiful. I wanted the truck to stop. I wanted time to stop, I wanted to sit in the green grass and feel the breeze on my face. I wanted to feel a peace, a happiness, but we continued down the road. With each mile we become closer to a reality I did not want to face.
Life continued around us. The clock kept switching to the next minute. The miles in front of us became the miles behind us. We knew that when we arrived home there would be more tears and more pain, but we continue to drive.
In my mind, I have an image. It's of a One-of-a-Kind smile looking down at us from Heaven and I can hear the words, "Well, We'll see you later, babe."
Ronnie, you will be missed.
...The sun still rises and the people around you continue on their way to work, to school, the grocery store, wherever they are going they still go.
I traveled many miles Thursday night and well into Friday day, and spent the majority of that time reflecting on life. The lives of those who have already gone, the lives of the family and friends around me, and the lives of strangers that I pass on the streets.
I began to think about the people we passed along the road and met in the convenient store...What's going on in their lives. Are they happy? Are they sad? Are they heading to work or perhaps to the grocery store, or like us, are they traveling a road they do not want to travel?
The convienent store clerk smiled and asked the standard question, "Hi, How are you?" Through a broken smile, I replied the standard answer, "Good, and you?" It was a lie - None of us were good. We put on a smile while our hearts were breaking. The clerk didn't know why we were there that day or what we were going through. Just as we didn't know what was going on behind the clerk's smile.
During our drive, there were times where every sound around me disapeared; and it felt as if I was alone. It was just me sitting there in the passenger seat looking at road ahead. I thought for a moment about the grass, the hills, the trees and every piece of nature that surrounded us. All of it was beautiful. I wanted the truck to stop. I wanted time to stop, I wanted to sit in the green grass and feel the breeze on my face. I wanted to feel a peace, a happiness, but we continued down the road. With each mile we become closer to a reality I did not want to face.
Life continued around us. The clock kept switching to the next minute. The miles in front of us became the miles behind us. We knew that when we arrived home there would be more tears and more pain, but we continue to drive.
In my mind, I have an image. It's of a One-of-a-Kind smile looking down at us from Heaven and I can hear the words, "Well, We'll see you later, babe."
Ronnie, you will be missed.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
What is Townley Style
I named my blog Doing it Townley Style...
...And for a dang good reason.
"Townley Style" is a way of life, Our way of life!
Everywhere we go we are always "Doing it Townley Style". We have seven in our family, so we are already "Doing it" bigger than the average family. Everything we do there is seven of us. We get the big booth at restaurants, we use the entire pew at church. We take up half a row at the ballpark. We've got all schools covered - elementary, junior high, high school and college.
That's "Doing it Townley Style".
More importantly...
...Our kids are always "Doing it Townley Style". They strive to be the best they can be 100% of the time. They are all-around good kids.
That's definately "Doing it Townley Style".
What we have we got by "Doing it Townley Style", and I'm not talking about material things. The bonds that keep our family strong, the friends we hold close to our hearts, the respect and trust we have from others, and the respect and trust we share with others.
All of that has grown because we are constantly "Doing it Townley Style".
So when I say Townley Style is a way of life, I mean it. It's a part of us; it's who we are, and when or if our paths cross you will see just exactly what "Doing it Townley Style" means.
Until next time...
...We'll keep on Doing it Townley Style!!
...And for a dang good reason.
"Townley Style" is a way of life, Our way of life!
Everywhere we go we are always "Doing it Townley Style". We have seven in our family, so we are already "Doing it" bigger than the average family. Everything we do there is seven of us. We get the big booth at restaurants, we use the entire pew at church. We take up half a row at the ballpark. We've got all schools covered - elementary, junior high, high school and college.
That's "Doing it Townley Style".
More importantly...
...Our kids are always "Doing it Townley Style". They strive to be the best they can be 100% of the time. They are all-around good kids.
That's definately "Doing it Townley Style".
What we have we got by "Doing it Townley Style", and I'm not talking about material things. The bonds that keep our family strong, the friends we hold close to our hearts, the respect and trust we have from others, and the respect and trust we share with others.
All of that has grown because we are constantly "Doing it Townley Style".
So when I say Townley Style is a way of life, I mean it. It's a part of us; it's who we are, and when or if our paths cross you will see just exactly what "Doing it Townley Style" means.
Until next time...
...We'll keep on Doing it Townley Style!!
Don't Cry Over Spilled Milk
Here we are on Hump Day and my, my, my what a week it has already been. Let me tell you how it started...
...Sunday brought routine back to the Townley House, which I love so very much. Dinner at a regular time, showers, clothes laid out for the next day, normal bed times. My favorite part about - it means a little quiet time for Terry and I. All of this in preparation of the first day back at school.
Well, the alarm goes off Monday morning, everyone is happy, things are going smooth. UNTIL...
...I say, "Come on boys; It's time to go," and out the door we head. Corey is the first to the car, he opens the cardoor and I hear a gagging screach followed by an "Oh Gross!!! What's that Smell?!?!"
Apparently, a bottle of chocolate milk had rolled under my seat the Friday before. I parked my car Friday afternoon and had not been in it since. Let me tell ya, chocolate milk sure don't keep well when it's 110 in Texas and the windows are shut tight. The bottle had exploded leaving stinky, curdled milk all over the back passenger-side floor mat. A moment of insanity escaped as I flung the floor mat across the side lawn. The boys with scrunched noses, stood there, making gagging noises, wondering what to do. We made the extremely long 2 mile trip to school, with the windows all the way down, and shirts covering half of our faces in an failed attempt to escape the smell. The boys couldn't wait to get out of the car.
That's one way to get your kids out of the car and back in the school on first day.
...Sunday brought routine back to the Townley House, which I love so very much. Dinner at a regular time, showers, clothes laid out for the next day, normal bed times. My favorite part about - it means a little quiet time for Terry and I. All of this in preparation of the first day back at school.
Well, the alarm goes off Monday morning, everyone is happy, things are going smooth. UNTIL...
...I say, "Come on boys; It's time to go," and out the door we head. Corey is the first to the car, he opens the cardoor and I hear a gagging screach followed by an "Oh Gross!!! What's that Smell?!?!"
Apparently, a bottle of chocolate milk had rolled under my seat the Friday before. I parked my car Friday afternoon and had not been in it since. Let me tell ya, chocolate milk sure don't keep well when it's 110 in Texas and the windows are shut tight. The bottle had exploded leaving stinky, curdled milk all over the back passenger-side floor mat. A moment of insanity escaped as I flung the floor mat across the side lawn. The boys with scrunched noses, stood there, making gagging noises, wondering what to do. We made the extremely long 2 mile trip to school, with the windows all the way down, and shirts covering half of our faces in an failed attempt to escape the smell. The boys couldn't wait to get out of the car.
That's one way to get your kids out of the car and back in the school on first day.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Meet my family...
I thought it would be best to start with who I am...
...I am a mother, a wife, a daughter, a sister, and a granddaughter.
I am a mother of five beautiful children - his and hers - which makes OURS.
Tillman, Brooke, Colby, Cameron, and Corey. Yes, that is right, four boys and one tough little girl.
The His:Ours
Tillman, 19, attends TSU and has plans of becoming a CRNA.
Brooke, 16, is a Junior. Which is the beginning of the fastest two years of her life.
The Hers:Ours
Colby, 12, is in his second year of Junior High and experiencing all the fun and awquard times of becoming a teenager.
Cameron, 9, a fourth grade student, who is extremely laid back and a go with the flow kinda kid.
Corey, 8, is in third grade, and is very outspoken. He likes things the way they are and things don't need to change.
Five very different children; who have grown to be very much alike over the past five years.
The Fabulous Husband
Terry, is a wonderful dad to our kiddos. He works hard to keep our needs and wants met. He teaches our children to be responsible and productive in everything that they do. He can be a tad bit ornery, but what man isn't? =) When they say (and I don't know who they are) but when they say there is a certain someone out there for everyone. Terry is my certain someone. We complete eachother. Both of us walked a broken road to get to one another. But that just makes us appreciate eachother even more.
The Me Part of This
I am learning that the older I get (and I'm not that old) the more emotional I am. I can hear a song, watch my children grow, think about my husband, or just think about life and I might have a tear or two come to my eyes. They aren't tears of sadness, but tears of joy or tears of pride. I try to hide those emotions...perhaps I shouldn't. Then again, the kiddos would be saying all the time, "There goes Mom crying again." I am back in school. Apparently, College wasn't ready for me at age 17. Ok, ok, I wasn't ready for college. I AM ready now though. I have been a student at Hill College for the past year and a half and will now be taking a couple classes in Downtown Dallas (AGH!!!). All of those classes are leading up to me becoming a nurse. I'm shooting for an Associates Degree in Nursing, which will make me an RN and hopefully in 2013. I'm not stopping there. I see a bachelor's in my future and who knows after that - the sky is the limit.
Why Blog
I have been following a couple of blogs. One of a coworker, another from a preacher's wife, and now my step-mom. I have thought about writing a blog, and finally decided why the heck not, It could be fun. We have an exciting, always on the go, never a dull moment life. I plan to share our experiences, my thoughts, and our ups and downs. Hope you enjoy a little peek into life - Townley Style.
...I am a mother, a wife, a daughter, a sister, and a granddaughter.
I am a mother of five beautiful children - his and hers - which makes OURS.
Tillman, Brooke, Colby, Cameron, and Corey. Yes, that is right, four boys and one tough little girl.
The His:Ours
Tillman, 19, attends TSU and has plans of becoming a CRNA.
Brooke, 16, is a Junior. Which is the beginning of the fastest two years of her life.
The Hers:Ours
Colby, 12, is in his second year of Junior High and experiencing all the fun and awquard times of becoming a teenager.
Cameron, 9, a fourth grade student, who is extremely laid back and a go with the flow kinda kid.
Corey, 8, is in third grade, and is very outspoken. He likes things the way they are and things don't need to change.
Five very different children; who have grown to be very much alike over the past five years.
The Fabulous Husband
Terry, is a wonderful dad to our kiddos. He works hard to keep our needs and wants met. He teaches our children to be responsible and productive in everything that they do. He can be a tad bit ornery, but what man isn't? =) When they say (and I don't know who they are) but when they say there is a certain someone out there for everyone. Terry is my certain someone. We complete eachother. Both of us walked a broken road to get to one another. But that just makes us appreciate eachother even more.
The Me Part of This
I am learning that the older I get (and I'm not that old) the more emotional I am. I can hear a song, watch my children grow, think about my husband, or just think about life and I might have a tear or two come to my eyes. They aren't tears of sadness, but tears of joy or tears of pride. I try to hide those emotions...perhaps I shouldn't. Then again, the kiddos would be saying all the time, "There goes Mom crying again." I am back in school. Apparently, College wasn't ready for me at age 17. Ok, ok, I wasn't ready for college. I AM ready now though. I have been a student at Hill College for the past year and a half and will now be taking a couple classes in Downtown Dallas (AGH!!!). All of those classes are leading up to me becoming a nurse. I'm shooting for an Associates Degree in Nursing, which will make me an RN and hopefully in 2013. I'm not stopping there. I see a bachelor's in my future and who knows after that - the sky is the limit.
Why Blog
I have been following a couple of blogs. One of a coworker, another from a preacher's wife, and now my step-mom. I have thought about writing a blog, and finally decided why the heck not, It could be fun. We have an exciting, always on the go, never a dull moment life. I plan to share our experiences, my thoughts, and our ups and downs. Hope you enjoy a little peek into life - Townley Style.
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