I worked all season talking with counselors and friends with the same issues as me to gain control of my control issue problem. I had it all worked out and then September came. Playoffs? no playoffs? Pack a suitcase? Pack a house? There are just too many variables determining my life for the next few weeks. I need preparation. I need to mentally get ready for what comes next. I need control. I think this is some sick joke God is playing on me.
The months February, March, and September are not good months for me. I lose my mind. In fact in October I always look back and think, "who was that girl"?
I am a wedding planner or I was. The entire nature of the name requires control. I am the person who has it all planned out. I thrive in leadership. When a bride doesn't get her way on her big day and the weather isn't cooperating I am your girl. I know the right things to say. I know how to make you feel like you are the only bride that could ever look beautiful in the rain and that really the rain is a sign of good luck. When it comes to unpredictable, uncontrollable weather in my own life; I am really just a mess.
I must have learned this about myself in middle school. When you really shouldn't know anything about yourself in the first place. In middle school I battled through an eating disorder. I really don't like to call it that. It was really as simple as this. I wanted to be a model. I was a model. In middle school and high school. I thought I was fat. I skipped meals. I skipped more meals. My stomach shrank but the hole in my stomach got bigger. I needed control. In middle school you can't control your acne breakouts or your year book picture or the boys that like you or who your parents are and for that matter who you are. But I thought I could control what I ate and therefore how much I weighed. I gave myself a goal. I reached that goal. I gave myself a new goal and met it. As stupid as I was, I really think I was quite the over achiever.
I outgrew my need for control in middle school and high school in the form of what some people might call anorexia. Thankfully. It was uncomfortable and too much too keep up with. It manafested itself in different forms of life and still does today. The fact that I married Robbie who happens to be a baseball player which happens to mean I surrender total control of my life to the sport is funny unless it is the months of February, March, or September. These are moving months. Moving isn't really a big deal unless you are me and moving isn't really moving like a typical person moves. You don't just throw everything you own into boxes, pick a house and un throw all of the crap you own into a simular place as before... No. It means you pick what you think you might need for the season and you leave the rest. And then you bring too much or you leave too much. You buy doubles of almost everything. And if you are married to Robbie you fight for ten hours about buying the cheap stuff that will break in ten days and end up spending more money on the not so cheap stuff that will last at least a year. Are you following? You own containers and not boxes. You pay bochoos of money on shipping expenses to get from Ky to Az to Texas to Ky again.
In February your life is sad and happy. You are ready for baseball and so excited for the season but you are also depressed. You hate leaving your family and friends and your house with all of the real stuff you love. And you leave confused as to why you even call that place home because you spend more time living in the baseball state then you do your home state. And you go into spring training with an attitude. This attitude goes like this: 6 weeks is really too long of a time to live out of a suitcase but too short of a time to unpack everything. And because there's no owners manual to tell you what smart decisions to make you end up with an attitude. You have to pull the "baseball card" almost everywhere you go. Because unless you want people to think you are a criminal running from the law or a gypsy there is really no other way to explain why you live in Az but you don't really live there and why you only need an apartment for 6 weeks. I found out that saying, "I am a snowbird" doesn't really work unless you are 65 years or older. I tend to say we are gypsies but this embarrasses Robbie so "baseball card" it is.
In March you are really just excited to start real games, and get in your real home away from home for the next six months but getting three dogs, a house full of crap and furniture is really hard to do by yourself. So this is when I claim the identity, I am a single wife. I can't say single mom yet because aparrently dogs don't count as children. So I am a single wife... moving loads of stuff from Az to Texas, two cars, three dogs, and pitiful single self. In which case I make half my family come help me because in all honesty I can't do it alone. During this time it is also Easter, and opening day, and Spring break so that adds an extra load of laundry to the mix. You might be wondering where my husband is at this time and why he isn't helping? I am wondering the same thing. Some people call it exhibition games. I really wouldn't know because I am not there to witness them. It has something to do with baseball.
September. September for me is really the worst. I have the least control. To pack a suitcase or a house? By this time we really just want September to be over. Play offs or not I just want to know what my life will look like in a week. First World Problems, I know. So I walk around making all these lists of things to pack, how to pack, how to unpack... All to make my life easier. Really it is just to distract me from the big question. Are we going to playoffs or not?
Because if we are then great, lets go! But if not. Could we just go ahead and lose already so that me and the rest of the Rangers loving world could relax for one second. This really is the worst attitude I could possibly have. I realize that.
In the wee hours before a wedding, when a bride has a Major minor melt down because the rose petals came in hot pink and not bright pink, I am only able to see the light because it is not my wedding. I can talk her off the ledge because I realize the color of the rose petals is not what everyone is looking at. Everyone is looking at her. And the groom. But mostly at her. And the beauty of love that brings us together. Everyone is just happy to be sharing in a major part of two peoples lives. But she doesn't get that. She doesn't see the big picture.
I am the bride in this situation. While I sit at home making my lists on packing and unpacking... I am missing out on the ceremony... or the game... Or in the big scheme of things life. I mean I have been to enough games so it doesn't really matter if I miss one or two or ten of them. But the point is the need to control is controlling me. I am the one playing a sick joke on myself. I can't control play offs or baseball. I can't even control much about my own life at all. I can only control how I handle it. And instead of running from the problem. Which is what I did in middle school. I ran. I told myself that modeling was the problem. It wasn't good for me. The truth is I wasn't good for me. I am only able to figure this out because I can't run from baseball. I can't hide from it because baseball equals Robbie. And I told Robbie I would stand behind him in good times and in baseball on our wedding day. So this great sport might have taught me a thing or two. I can't control the outcome. I can only LIVE OUT LOUD and hope for the best.
Control issues stem from fear. Or so I have been told by well meaning professionals. My need for control stems from fear. Fear of failure and fear of the unknown. But I can work through these issues by writing them down and sharing them. By telling my friends in advance to forgive me for the months Febrauray, March and September. And by writing really long run on sentences in the form of a blog and sharing them with you. There is something freeing about letting it all hang out. And so with five games left in the season, I will walk into the field uncontrolled and fearless. Even though deep down all I want to do is crush the Angels and experience the play offs. And the second thing I want to do is hire someone to pack up my home for me. I will be fearless because the most obvious piece of advice I can give myself is this: "Brittany, even though you say things like my team, and our agent called me, and we are going to play offs, you are actually not on the team. And you can not control any of this. You control less than the actual players control and they have a jersey on. So sit down and pull yourself together. Because freaking out and making lists is a waste. What you need to do is LIVE OUT LOUD". This September will mark the first September in five years I end a season uncontrollably fearless. I don't know why it has taken me this long to figure it out. I might not have even figured it out enough to make things go smoothly.. Just enough to make it sound like I can do it in this blog. I will let you know Oct. 1st. But for now I am LIVING OUT LOUD. You should too. September wont last long.
HE>i
xoxox
B
P.S. I really tried this time with the spelling. I didn't ignore all of the red squiggly lines under all my words but I really cant make any promises. I talk in thoughts. So I write in thoughts too. Sentences are pretty overrated. And because I am fearlessly giving up control for me to go back and re read this entire thing and try to make it perfect would just be too controlling. I am sure you see my point.
b
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
Thursday, September 19, 2013
Dear Some Christians,
"You need to tread softly". "Here we go again, another wish washy Christian tarnishing God's name". "I can't believe you would say such things". "How dare you"? "Would you say you are pro gay or anti gay"? These are all phrases that stick out to me this week. They stick out to me because they have been said to me and my husband.
At first I wanted to write all the people off who didn't understand my heart and where we are coming from in doing this NOH8 campaign. And then I thought, I would be just as much a hypocrite as the ones who are judging gay people if I didn't open my heart to you as well. So as much as I am fighting myself about being vulnerable writing this, I am going to try. I will give you my best effort once again. Robbie and I believe in the Truth of the Bible. We have been guided by the truths and love and mercy of that sacred Book all throughout our lives. I carry it in my heart and use it as a basis on how to live my life. There are parts of the Bible I do not understand. For example, the entire book of Revelation. I have read that stinkin' book so many times and at the end I can only come up with, I guess God is trying to relate to the people who like video games and dragons and swords and all that scary stuff but I just don't get it.
I believe sin is on this earth in an unimaginable way. In every way. We all sin. No matter who you are. Sin is within your actions and your heart, it consumes this world. God hates sin. God does not hate people. People sin. People are not Sin. They are two different things. God doesn't hate sin because he picks and chooses things to make our lives less fun. God knows sin hurts people. Sin makes Life hard and tough. He loves us and doesn't want us to have to deal with the crap of this world. God did not intend for us to live this way. But man chose sin. Therefore, in our very nature and Being we sin. We can not escape from that. When I say we should celebrate the fact we can finally except ourselves for who we are (our sins included) we start to love ourselves the way Jesus loves us. He see's us as perfection. We are no longer defined by the sin of this world through acceptance of Him. Celebrating who you are means accepting we need Jesus because to be honest we all just really suck as people. We should celebrate the we are human. When we realize this we realize how much we need something more. I am not telling you to go and have an affair with your wife and then celebrate it because you are finally free of her nagging obnoxiousness. No! That is not it at all.
Robbie and I have been told to "tread softly" because our NOH8 campaign has ruffled quite a few feathers as expected which is why I write this letter, Dear Some Christians. I wonder if Jesus cared what the Pharisees thought about him when he was healing people on the Sabbath. The law at the time prohibited that very act. Treading softly, I am afraid doesn't change the world. Robbie and I are human and we were interviewed for an article in which we are proud of. We are thankful for the people that saw our heart through the whole thing. This post is for the people who can't see.
I have been angry at you. I have been frustrated with you. Why? For not understanding. For jumping to conclusions. For not knowing what an interview is in its very nature. For twisting my words. For seeing that what I don't say is: whether being gay or not is a sin. And why I don't say that. Yes, I have an opinion but Who am I to tell anyone what areas of life they need to change? Last time I checked no one came to Christ sin-LESS. We ALL already know what our sins are. This is what is called a conscience. God is the ONLY one who can change peoples sins. No matter how many times you tell someone what there sins are, you can not change them. BUT what does matter is how many times you tell someone they are loved. How you treat people. Robbie and I didn't want to focus on what we felt was already obvious but to focus on what went a lot deeper. To love people regardless.
I didn't want to write this because I felt like it was the easy thing to do. Like it would come across like we messed up and we were back tracking. We are NOT! We are both proud of this. I felt like Some Christians were begging me to come out and say Homosexuality is a sin because they wanted to judge me based on my belief. You are going to get that out of me on paper, or in this blog. I purposeful never have written that or been quoted on that. If someone wanted to know my opinion in person I would be glad to have a light hearted conversation about my OPINION. I will NOT get involved in petty arguments... If I can help it. In my previous blog entry, I quoted an author and her stance on being homosexual. I think what she writes is a beautiful letter to her son. These are not my words. I agree with HER HEART on the matter but that doesn't mean I wrote those words or that I believe the exact same thing she does. I know what she means and I love that about her. If you are a Christian who needs to know the answer, are you pro gay or anti gay? I will tell you this. I am pro people. If you need to know if I think Homosexuality is a sin? I will tell you this, I believe in Truth. I know these answers might not be good enough for you but I also don't think Christ's answers were good enough for the Highly knowledgeable Spiritual Leaders either.
When Jesus was at the prostitutes side, no where is it recorded that Jesus told her what her sins were. I believe she knew. We all know what we are doing wrong. No? What is recorded is that Jesus stood up for her. He gave her what she did not deserve (according to the Law). He said, "those of you who are with out sin may cast the first stone". And he said, "Now leave your life of sin". I would like to take a look at what he didn't say. He didn't tell her once how being a prostitute is wrong and deserving of death. He does tell her to leave her life of sin. We all sin. We all live a lifestyle of sin. He doesn't say you need to stop prostituting yourself around. He only says what is NECESSARY. I believe Robbie and I, in our NOH8 campaign said only what we felt necessary and whether certain things were left out or misunderstood, we know in our hearts what was printed was what was necessary.
What I also like about this story is this: "They were using this as a trap as a basis for accusing him". Matthew 8:6
Dear Some Christians, (the ones who have blasted us on twitter, the ones who have threatened us, the ones who have called us out in front of others instead of pulling us to the side with your questions, the ones who can't seem to see our heart and focus on what we do say and the things we don't say but instead you put your own twist on the NOH8 campaign article). You are using this as a basis for accusing us. And I will let you know one thing. Our faith will not be measured by man.
Jesus says this in response, "For I know where I came from and I know where I am going" to the Teachers of the Law. To me, this means You can not measure my faith based on your human interpretations and judgements. And I will say it again, TO ME it does NOT matter what your sins are. It does not matter what your sexual orientation is or whether you drink too much, or whether you have an eating disorder or smoke pot or read the bible or don't, Jesus still loves you and I will too. I am not saying, YOUR SINS DON'T MATTER, GO AND DO WHATEVER THE HECK YOU WANT!
I do believe the Bible is confusing. I do believe that humans have a hard time interpreting exactly what it all means. I believe we all have a right to our own interpretations and all of our interpretations will be different because none of us are perfect. I believe if you start limiting access to your particular groups of people with the same interpretations as yourself, eventually you will be the only one in your group. ALONE. I believe in identifying with the prostitute and not with the Teachers of the Law.
I believe in people. And that is why I had to address the people who are confused. You are not bad people. You have done bad things. We all do.
"When you judge people, we have no time to love them" --Mother Teresa
I believe Mother Teresa was Catholic.... Am I right? American Catholic to be exact. Just in case there is any confusion.... I am not Catholic because I am quoting her. I know Catholics are known to gamble and drink too much but rest assure I am fine. I have no addictions like that but since we are being honest sometimes I shop too much. I am sure God will take that up with me when I get to Heaven. Until then I will try my best not to spend all of Robbies money on shoes. But if I do, Some Christians, please try your best not to make my shopping addiction your basis to judge me. I really am a whole lot more than shoes and clothes and makeup.
The Bible is a Sword.... I'd agree with that I think. But it is not our Sword to swing.
P.s... I really never intended for this blog to be a "come to Jesus" blog and it actually is NOT. But this seems to be the topic of conversation being that Robbie and I are vocal about it. No worries, if you are tired of hearing me rambling I will have posts telling you in full detail how amazing it was to win the Wild card game and go to play offs. GOOOOOO RANGERSSSS!
Oh Ya! And if any of you think it will be funny to make fun of all the things I spelled wrong in this post... Really go right ahead because my grammatical errors could really just make light of all the drama I have had the past few days.
as always HE>i
oxo
B
At first I wanted to write all the people off who didn't understand my heart and where we are coming from in doing this NOH8 campaign. And then I thought, I would be just as much a hypocrite as the ones who are judging gay people if I didn't open my heart to you as well. So as much as I am fighting myself about being vulnerable writing this, I am going to try. I will give you my best effort once again. Robbie and I believe in the Truth of the Bible. We have been guided by the truths and love and mercy of that sacred Book all throughout our lives. I carry it in my heart and use it as a basis on how to live my life. There are parts of the Bible I do not understand. For example, the entire book of Revelation. I have read that stinkin' book so many times and at the end I can only come up with, I guess God is trying to relate to the people who like video games and dragons and swords and all that scary stuff but I just don't get it.
I believe sin is on this earth in an unimaginable way. In every way. We all sin. No matter who you are. Sin is within your actions and your heart, it consumes this world. God hates sin. God does not hate people. People sin. People are not Sin. They are two different things. God doesn't hate sin because he picks and chooses things to make our lives less fun. God knows sin hurts people. Sin makes Life hard and tough. He loves us and doesn't want us to have to deal with the crap of this world. God did not intend for us to live this way. But man chose sin. Therefore, in our very nature and Being we sin. We can not escape from that. When I say we should celebrate the fact we can finally except ourselves for who we are (our sins included) we start to love ourselves the way Jesus loves us. He see's us as perfection. We are no longer defined by the sin of this world through acceptance of Him. Celebrating who you are means accepting we need Jesus because to be honest we all just really suck as people. We should celebrate the we are human. When we realize this we realize how much we need something more. I am not telling you to go and have an affair with your wife and then celebrate it because you are finally free of her nagging obnoxiousness. No! That is not it at all.
Robbie and I have been told to "tread softly" because our NOH8 campaign has ruffled quite a few feathers as expected which is why I write this letter, Dear Some Christians. I wonder if Jesus cared what the Pharisees thought about him when he was healing people on the Sabbath. The law at the time prohibited that very act. Treading softly, I am afraid doesn't change the world. Robbie and I are human and we were interviewed for an article in which we are proud of. We are thankful for the people that saw our heart through the whole thing. This post is for the people who can't see.
I have been angry at you. I have been frustrated with you. Why? For not understanding. For jumping to conclusions. For not knowing what an interview is in its very nature. For twisting my words. For seeing that what I don't say is: whether being gay or not is a sin. And why I don't say that. Yes, I have an opinion but Who am I to tell anyone what areas of life they need to change? Last time I checked no one came to Christ sin-LESS. We ALL already know what our sins are. This is what is called a conscience. God is the ONLY one who can change peoples sins. No matter how many times you tell someone what there sins are, you can not change them. BUT what does matter is how many times you tell someone they are loved. How you treat people. Robbie and I didn't want to focus on what we felt was already obvious but to focus on what went a lot deeper. To love people regardless.
I didn't want to write this because I felt like it was the easy thing to do. Like it would come across like we messed up and we were back tracking. We are NOT! We are both proud of this. I felt like Some Christians were begging me to come out and say Homosexuality is a sin because they wanted to judge me based on my belief. You are going to get that out of me on paper, or in this blog. I purposeful never have written that or been quoted on that. If someone wanted to know my opinion in person I would be glad to have a light hearted conversation about my OPINION. I will NOT get involved in petty arguments... If I can help it. In my previous blog entry, I quoted an author and her stance on being homosexual. I think what she writes is a beautiful letter to her son. These are not my words. I agree with HER HEART on the matter but that doesn't mean I wrote those words or that I believe the exact same thing she does. I know what she means and I love that about her. If you are a Christian who needs to know the answer, are you pro gay or anti gay? I will tell you this. I am pro people. If you need to know if I think Homosexuality is a sin? I will tell you this, I believe in Truth. I know these answers might not be good enough for you but I also don't think Christ's answers were good enough for the Highly knowledgeable Spiritual Leaders either.
When Jesus was at the prostitutes side, no where is it recorded that Jesus told her what her sins were. I believe she knew. We all know what we are doing wrong. No? What is recorded is that Jesus stood up for her. He gave her what she did not deserve (according to the Law). He said, "those of you who are with out sin may cast the first stone". And he said, "Now leave your life of sin". I would like to take a look at what he didn't say. He didn't tell her once how being a prostitute is wrong and deserving of death. He does tell her to leave her life of sin. We all sin. We all live a lifestyle of sin. He doesn't say you need to stop prostituting yourself around. He only says what is NECESSARY. I believe Robbie and I, in our NOH8 campaign said only what we felt necessary and whether certain things were left out or misunderstood, we know in our hearts what was printed was what was necessary.
What I also like about this story is this: "They were using this as a trap as a basis for accusing him". Matthew 8:6
Dear Some Christians, (the ones who have blasted us on twitter, the ones who have threatened us, the ones who have called us out in front of others instead of pulling us to the side with your questions, the ones who can't seem to see our heart and focus on what we do say and the things we don't say but instead you put your own twist on the NOH8 campaign article). You are using this as a basis for accusing us. And I will let you know one thing. Our faith will not be measured by man.
Jesus says this in response, "For I know where I came from and I know where I am going" to the Teachers of the Law. To me, this means You can not measure my faith based on your human interpretations and judgements. And I will say it again, TO ME it does NOT matter what your sins are. It does not matter what your sexual orientation is or whether you drink too much, or whether you have an eating disorder or smoke pot or read the bible or don't, Jesus still loves you and I will too. I am not saying, YOUR SINS DON'T MATTER, GO AND DO WHATEVER THE HECK YOU WANT!
I do believe the Bible is confusing. I do believe that humans have a hard time interpreting exactly what it all means. I believe we all have a right to our own interpretations and all of our interpretations will be different because none of us are perfect. I believe if you start limiting access to your particular groups of people with the same interpretations as yourself, eventually you will be the only one in your group. ALONE. I believe in identifying with the prostitute and not with the Teachers of the Law.
I believe in people. And that is why I had to address the people who are confused. You are not bad people. You have done bad things. We all do.
"When you judge people, we have no time to love them" --Mother Teresa
I believe Mother Teresa was Catholic.... Am I right? American Catholic to be exact. Just in case there is any confusion.... I am not Catholic because I am quoting her. I know Catholics are known to gamble and drink too much but rest assure I am fine. I have no addictions like that but since we are being honest sometimes I shop too much. I am sure God will take that up with me when I get to Heaven. Until then I will try my best not to spend all of Robbies money on shoes. But if I do, Some Christians, please try your best not to make my shopping addiction your basis to judge me. I really am a whole lot more than shoes and clothes and makeup.
The Bible is a Sword.... I'd agree with that I think. But it is not our Sword to swing.
P.s... I really never intended for this blog to be a "come to Jesus" blog and it actually is NOT. But this seems to be the topic of conversation being that Robbie and I are vocal about it. No worries, if you are tired of hearing me rambling I will have posts telling you in full detail how amazing it was to win the Wild card game and go to play offs. GOOOOOO RANGERSSSS!
Oh Ya! And if any of you think it will be funny to make fun of all the things I spelled wrong in this post... Really go right ahead because my grammatical errors could really just make light of all the drama I have had the past few days.
as always HE>i
oxo
B
Saturday, September 14, 2013
Kidssss man
Little Kid: wow. So you are really married to Robbie Ross?
Me: yes.
Kid: so you must live in a big mansion?
Me: no. It's normal size
Kid: well then I bet you drive a really expensive car?
Me: I drive a 4runner.
Kid: (pauses and thinks deeply) that's rough. I bet it's hard and embarrassing when you are with your friends, huh? Did you like blow all your money on shoes or something?
Just take a second and let that sink in. I am actually kind of flattered by this conversation. Kids say the darnedest things.
He>i
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
#NOH8
Robbie and I recently did a campaign. A NOH8 campaign to be exact. The only way I can really explain how we ended up doing this is, God really. For those of you who don't know what a NOH8 campaign is let me first explain. This is their mission statement:
"The NOH8 Campaign is a charitable organization whose mission is to promote marriage, gender and human equality through education, advocacy, social media, and visual protest".
I would say their main focus is to stop hate crimes against the LBGT community. By hate crimes I mean everything from the government taking away their children because of their sexual orientation to getting obnoxious looks in the mall. Its all a crime. Its all hate.
I want to focus on the days and weeks leading up to the photoshoot. I've got to be honest here. This blog is an amazing way of expressing my heart. And sometimes your heart is just not in the right place. Looking back months ago I know now God put this whole gay issue on my mind and in my heart. I am talking full blown all hours of the day, I am thinking about Gays and Christians. It is obviously a hot topic these days but I am not really the type to get involved in foolish arguments concerning government and Christian values. It is just nonsense to me. And here is the big BUT!
But I am going to talk about this one. So maybe I am that type of person. And I want to hear your voices too. The gay topic was put on my mind at a bachelorette party of one of my dearest friends. But at every good bachelorette party there is a lingerie show. DUH! So the bride is trying on all of her beautiful lingerie items and modeling them around the room. Well after about 10 outfits I got a little bored. I mean come on, I really just don't want to know what your going to be wearing on your honeymoon. I went into the kitchen where I found our other friend who is a lesbian. I noticed that she hadn't been in the room with us at all and I thought something was wrong. So I decided to sit and chat with her for a little bit and stuff my face with cake. (GLUTTON) She had expressed to me that she didn't want to make anyone feel awkward by being in there. "Ok, whatever I thought. That is nice but I don't think anyone cares if you are in there or not". Well the conversation stuck with me for months.
In Spring Training I kept wrestling with the fact the Gay people are fighting for Rights and this is a BIG ISSUE. Christians believe that being gay is a sin. It just didn't set right with me. I prayed and prayed about this. I felt like okay so gay people aren't doing us any harm so why is this a sin? I dont get it. I begged God for answers. But at the end of the day I didnt get any and I was able to sleep by telling myself, "Well I am not gay so it isn't my problem".
AND THEN... a friend of mine on the team told me about this book called CARRY ON WARRIOR by Glennon Melton. She said this, You will love this book except it talks about gays and abortion a lot. Which if you are a Christian you know the drill. HOT TOPICS. I suppose. Of course I had to read it.
I ended up reading this book. I read a chapter called A MOUNTAIN I AM WILLING TO DIE ON about ten times wrestling with what I believed. I want to clarify a few things. Rob and I have NEVER EVER been ones to judge. We have gay friends and we love them unconditionally. I believed that God would deal with their sins just like he would mine. End of story. But now I was at a point where I felt like God wanted me to have an opinion and wanted me to voice it.
Glennon writes a letter to her son and what she would tell him if he were gay. I need you to see what she says. Here it is:
Dear Chase,
Whoever you are, whoever you become. You are loved. You are a miracle. You are our dream come true.
Chase, here is what would happen in our home if one day you tell your father and I that you are gay:
Our eyes would open wide.
And we would grab you and hold you tighter than you would be able to bear. And while we were holding you we would say a silent prayer that as little time as possible passed between the moment you knew you were gay and the moment you told us. And that you were never once afraid to tell us. And we would love you and ask you one million questions and then we would love you some more and finally, I would likely rush out to buy some rainbow t-shirts, honey, because you know mama likes to have an appropriate outfit for every occasion.
And I don't mean, Chase, that we would be tolerant of you and your sexuality. If our goal is to be tolerant of people who are different than we are, Chase, then we really are aiming quite low. Traffic jams are to be tolerated. People are to be celebrated. People, every person, Is Divine. And so there would be celebrating. Celebrating that you would be one step closer to matching your outsides with your insides, to being who you are. And there would be a teeny part of my heart that would leap at the realization that I would forever be the most important woman in your life. And then we would tell everyone. We would not concern ourselves too much with their reactions. There will always be party poopers, baby.
We just wanted you to know this, honey. We've worried that since we are Christians, and since we love The Bible so much, that there might come a day when you feel unclear about our feelings about this. Because there are a few parts in The Bible that discuss homosexuality as a sin. So let us be clear about how we feel, because we have spent years of research and prayer and discussion deciding.
Chase, we don't believe that homosexuality is a sin. Your parents are Christians who believe that the Bible is inspired by God, just like people are. And since the Bible is a living thing, it is in its very nature to evolve toward becoming more loving. We are to interact with it, to interpret it with our minds and hearts and souls. We are to consider the culture and time in which it was written and then consider the progress humanity's made since then. We believe that when those two things conflict, we are to consider the spirit of the law before the letter of the law. And to always choose mercy over judgment. Sometimes this means that we appear to be picking and choosing what we believe in the Bible. It's not really that, exactly, but it looks like that. And many will tell you that this approach to Christianity is scandalous and blasphemous. But the thing is, honey, that the only thing that's scandalous about this approach is admitting it out loud. The truth is that every Christian is a Christian who picks and chooses what to follow in the Bible, in one way or another.
Several years ago I was in a Bible study at church, and there was some talk about homosexuality being sinful, and I spoke up. I quoted Mother Teresa and said "When we judge people we have no time to love them." And I was immediately reprimanded for my blasphemy by a woman who reminded me of 1 Corinthians 6: 9-10 which says that none of the sexually immoral will inherit the kingdom of God and includes "homosexual offenders" on a list of those types of people.
But, I was very confused because this woman was speaking. In church. And she was also wearing a necklace. And I could see her hair, baby. She had no head covering. All of which are things that are sooooo totally against the Bible Rules. * And so I just assumed that she had decided not to follow the parts of the Bible that limited her particular freedoms, but to hold fast to the parts that limited other people's freedoms. I didn't point this out at the time baby, because she wasn't a bad person. People are doing the best they can, mostly. It's best not to embarrass people.
What I'm trying to say is that each Christian uses different criteria to decide what parts of the Bible to prioritize and demonstrate in their lives. Our criteria is that if it doesn't bring us closer to seeing humanity as one, as connected, if it turns our judgment outward instead of inward, if it doesn't help us become better lovers of God and others, if it distracts us from remembering what we are really supposed to be doing down here, which is finding God in every human being, serving each other before ourselves, feeding hungry people, comforting the sick and sad, giving up everything we have for others, laying down our lives for our friends... then we just assume we don't understand it yet, we put it on a shelf, and we move on. Because all I need to know is that I am reborn. And here's what I believe it means to be reborn:
The first time you're born, you identify the people in the room as your family. The second time you're born, you identify the whole world as your family. Christianity is not about joining a particular club, it's about waking up to the fact that we are all in the same club. Every last one of us. So avoid discussions about who's in and who's out at all costs. Everybody's in, baby. That's what makes it beautiful. And hard. If working out your faith is not beautiful and hard, find a new one to work out. And if spiritual teachers are encouraging you to fear anyone, watch them closely, honey. Raise your eyebrow and then your hand. Because the phrase repeated most often in that Bible they are quoting is Do Not Be Afraid. So when they tell you that gay people are a threat to marriage, honey, think hard.
I can only speak from my personal experience, but I've been married for nine years and barely any gay people have tried to break up my marriage. I say barely any because that Nate Berkus is a little shady. I am defenseless against his cuteness and eye for accessories and so he is always convincing me to buy beautiful trinkets with our grocery money. This drives your sweet father a bit nuts. So you might want to keep your eye on Berkus. But with the exception of him, I'm fairly certain that the only threats to my marriage are my pride and anger and plain old human wanderlust. Do not be afraid of people who seem different than you, baby. Different always turns out to be an illusion. Look hard.
Chase, God gave you the Bible, and He also gave you your heart and your mind and I believe He'd like you to use all three. It's a good system of checks and balances He designed. Prioritizing can still be hard, though. Jesus predicted that. So he gave us this story. A man approached Jesus and said that he was very confused by all of God's laws and directions and asked Jesus to break it down for him. He said, "What are the most important laws?" And Jesus said, "Love God with all your heart, mind and soul, and love others as yourself." When in doubt, Chase, measure all your decisions and beliefs against that. Make damn sure that you are offering others the same rights, courtesies, and respect that you expect for yourself. If you do that, you can't go wrong.
Chase, you are okay. You are a child of God. As is everyone else. There is nothing that you can become or do that will make God love you any more or any less. Nothing that you already are or will become is a surprise to God. Tomorrow has already been approved.
And so baby, your father and I have only one specific expectation of you. And that is that you celebrate others the way we celebrate you. That you remember, every day, every minute, that there is no one on God's Green Earth who deserves more or less respect than you do, My Love.
"He has shown you what is good. And what does the Lord require of you? To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God." - Michah 6:8
Love, Mama
P.S. We thought we should mention, honey, that if you're straight, that's okay too. I mean, it'd be a little anti-climactic now, honestly. But your father and I will deal.
P.P.S. As daddy read this essay, I watched his gorgeous face intensify. He teared up a little. Then he slammed the letter down on the kitchen table and said emphatically and without a touch of irony, "DAMN STRAIGHT."
Which, when you think about it honey, is really the funniest possible thing daddy could have said.
Love you Forever.
Here I am today looking back at where both my husband and I were months ago. Here is a good place to be. This is what I have learned and I hope we can learn this together. Whether being gay is a sin or not IS NOT and SHOULD NOT be the question. Because our opinions do not allow or deny people into heaven NOR do they give anyone a right to judge anyone trying to live there lives. Lets say this:
1.) It is a sin. Okay so is gluttony and I would say that is a sin ALL Americans live with daily (lifestyle sin- for all you Bible buffs out there)
2.) It is not a sin. Did you do your part in standing up for people who's rights are being taken away? Did I make someone feel comfortable in their own skin at a party?
Gay Rights is happening. History will repeat itself in one form or another.
I understand that hestitency on whether to jump on the band wagon or not. At the end of your life when God asks you why you believed in something wouldn't you rather say you loved too much than too little?
I work at a Christian school in the off season. When this NOH8 photo comes out I am excited to see how they handle it. And I WILL let you know.
Earlier I said sometimes your heart isn't in the right place. Mine wasn't at first. The attitude of I don't want to ruffle any ones feathers or stir up drama at work or in our families wasn't right. For me it wasn't right. Children are going to school bullied because they are struggling. Am I Gay am I not? I think Maclemore says it beautifully in his song, Same Love.
I am a gay loving Christian. Some days I feel like I identify more with the gays then I do the Christians. I am annoyed that I only hear about the Christians who hate gays. What do you think? I want to know your opinions. Keep them respectful. It is okay to think it's wrong. Because after all you aren't the boss. Neither am I. The only way we can grow is together. In celebration of the first gay athlete coming out, this is for him and to the many more that will come out soon after.
I cant wait to share the pics from the NOH8 day. It restores my hope in humanity.
HE>i
xoxo
B
PS you know how I feel about spell check.
"The NOH8 Campaign is a charitable organization whose mission is to promote marriage, gender and human equality through education, advocacy, social media, and visual protest".
I would say their main focus is to stop hate crimes against the LBGT community. By hate crimes I mean everything from the government taking away their children because of their sexual orientation to getting obnoxious looks in the mall. Its all a crime. Its all hate.
I want to focus on the days and weeks leading up to the photoshoot. I've got to be honest here. This blog is an amazing way of expressing my heart. And sometimes your heart is just not in the right place. Looking back months ago I know now God put this whole gay issue on my mind and in my heart. I am talking full blown all hours of the day, I am thinking about Gays and Christians. It is obviously a hot topic these days but I am not really the type to get involved in foolish arguments concerning government and Christian values. It is just nonsense to me. And here is the big BUT!
But I am going to talk about this one. So maybe I am that type of person. And I want to hear your voices too. The gay topic was put on my mind at a bachelorette party of one of my dearest friends. But at every good bachelorette party there is a lingerie show. DUH! So the bride is trying on all of her beautiful lingerie items and modeling them around the room. Well after about 10 outfits I got a little bored. I mean come on, I really just don't want to know what your going to be wearing on your honeymoon. I went into the kitchen where I found our other friend who is a lesbian. I noticed that she hadn't been in the room with us at all and I thought something was wrong. So I decided to sit and chat with her for a little bit and stuff my face with cake. (GLUTTON) She had expressed to me that she didn't want to make anyone feel awkward by being in there. "Ok, whatever I thought. That is nice but I don't think anyone cares if you are in there or not". Well the conversation stuck with me for months.
In Spring Training I kept wrestling with the fact the Gay people are fighting for Rights and this is a BIG ISSUE. Christians believe that being gay is a sin. It just didn't set right with me. I prayed and prayed about this. I felt like okay so gay people aren't doing us any harm so why is this a sin? I dont get it. I begged God for answers. But at the end of the day I didnt get any and I was able to sleep by telling myself, "Well I am not gay so it isn't my problem".
AND THEN... a friend of mine on the team told me about this book called CARRY ON WARRIOR by Glennon Melton. She said this, You will love this book except it talks about gays and abortion a lot. Which if you are a Christian you know the drill. HOT TOPICS. I suppose. Of course I had to read it.
I ended up reading this book. I read a chapter called A MOUNTAIN I AM WILLING TO DIE ON about ten times wrestling with what I believed. I want to clarify a few things. Rob and I have NEVER EVER been ones to judge. We have gay friends and we love them unconditionally. I believed that God would deal with their sins just like he would mine. End of story. But now I was at a point where I felt like God wanted me to have an opinion and wanted me to voice it.
Glennon writes a letter to her son and what she would tell him if he were gay. I need you to see what she says. Here it is:
Dear Chase,
Whoever you are, whoever you become. You are loved. You are a miracle. You are our dream come true.
Chase, here is what would happen in our home if one day you tell your father and I that you are gay:
Our eyes would open wide.
And we would grab you and hold you tighter than you would be able to bear. And while we were holding you we would say a silent prayer that as little time as possible passed between the moment you knew you were gay and the moment you told us. And that you were never once afraid to tell us. And we would love you and ask you one million questions and then we would love you some more and finally, I would likely rush out to buy some rainbow t-shirts, honey, because you know mama likes to have an appropriate outfit for every occasion.
And I don't mean, Chase, that we would be tolerant of you and your sexuality. If our goal is to be tolerant of people who are different than we are, Chase, then we really are aiming quite low. Traffic jams are to be tolerated. People are to be celebrated. People, every person, Is Divine. And so there would be celebrating. Celebrating that you would be one step closer to matching your outsides with your insides, to being who you are. And there would be a teeny part of my heart that would leap at the realization that I would forever be the most important woman in your life. And then we would tell everyone. We would not concern ourselves too much with their reactions. There will always be party poopers, baby.
We just wanted you to know this, honey. We've worried that since we are Christians, and since we love The Bible so much, that there might come a day when you feel unclear about our feelings about this. Because there are a few parts in The Bible that discuss homosexuality as a sin. So let us be clear about how we feel, because we have spent years of research and prayer and discussion deciding.
Chase, we don't believe that homosexuality is a sin. Your parents are Christians who believe that the Bible is inspired by God, just like people are. And since the Bible is a living thing, it is in its very nature to evolve toward becoming more loving. We are to interact with it, to interpret it with our minds and hearts and souls. We are to consider the culture and time in which it was written and then consider the progress humanity's made since then. We believe that when those two things conflict, we are to consider the spirit of the law before the letter of the law. And to always choose mercy over judgment. Sometimes this means that we appear to be picking and choosing what we believe in the Bible. It's not really that, exactly, but it looks like that. And many will tell you that this approach to Christianity is scandalous and blasphemous. But the thing is, honey, that the only thing that's scandalous about this approach is admitting it out loud. The truth is that every Christian is a Christian who picks and chooses what to follow in the Bible, in one way or another.
Several years ago I was in a Bible study at church, and there was some talk about homosexuality being sinful, and I spoke up. I quoted Mother Teresa and said "When we judge people we have no time to love them." And I was immediately reprimanded for my blasphemy by a woman who reminded me of 1 Corinthians 6: 9-10 which says that none of the sexually immoral will inherit the kingdom of God and includes "homosexual offenders" on a list of those types of people.
But, I was very confused because this woman was speaking. In church. And she was also wearing a necklace. And I could see her hair, baby. She had no head covering. All of which are things that are sooooo totally against the Bible Rules. * And so I just assumed that she had decided not to follow the parts of the Bible that limited her particular freedoms, but to hold fast to the parts that limited other people's freedoms. I didn't point this out at the time baby, because she wasn't a bad person. People are doing the best they can, mostly. It's best not to embarrass people.
What I'm trying to say is that each Christian uses different criteria to decide what parts of the Bible to prioritize and demonstrate in their lives. Our criteria is that if it doesn't bring us closer to seeing humanity as one, as connected, if it turns our judgment outward instead of inward, if it doesn't help us become better lovers of God and others, if it distracts us from remembering what we are really supposed to be doing down here, which is finding God in every human being, serving each other before ourselves, feeding hungry people, comforting the sick and sad, giving up everything we have for others, laying down our lives for our friends... then we just assume we don't understand it yet, we put it on a shelf, and we move on. Because all I need to know is that I am reborn. And here's what I believe it means to be reborn:
The first time you're born, you identify the people in the room as your family. The second time you're born, you identify the whole world as your family. Christianity is not about joining a particular club, it's about waking up to the fact that we are all in the same club. Every last one of us. So avoid discussions about who's in and who's out at all costs. Everybody's in, baby. That's what makes it beautiful. And hard. If working out your faith is not beautiful and hard, find a new one to work out. And if spiritual teachers are encouraging you to fear anyone, watch them closely, honey. Raise your eyebrow and then your hand. Because the phrase repeated most often in that Bible they are quoting is Do Not Be Afraid. So when they tell you that gay people are a threat to marriage, honey, think hard.
I can only speak from my personal experience, but I've been married for nine years and barely any gay people have tried to break up my marriage. I say barely any because that Nate Berkus is a little shady. I am defenseless against his cuteness and eye for accessories and so he is always convincing me to buy beautiful trinkets with our grocery money. This drives your sweet father a bit nuts. So you might want to keep your eye on Berkus. But with the exception of him, I'm fairly certain that the only threats to my marriage are my pride and anger and plain old human wanderlust. Do not be afraid of people who seem different than you, baby. Different always turns out to be an illusion. Look hard.
Chase, God gave you the Bible, and He also gave you your heart and your mind and I believe He'd like you to use all three. It's a good system of checks and balances He designed. Prioritizing can still be hard, though. Jesus predicted that. So he gave us this story. A man approached Jesus and said that he was very confused by all of God's laws and directions and asked Jesus to break it down for him. He said, "What are the most important laws?" And Jesus said, "Love God with all your heart, mind and soul, and love others as yourself." When in doubt, Chase, measure all your decisions and beliefs against that. Make damn sure that you are offering others the same rights, courtesies, and respect that you expect for yourself. If you do that, you can't go wrong.
Chase, you are okay. You are a child of God. As is everyone else. There is nothing that you can become or do that will make God love you any more or any less. Nothing that you already are or will become is a surprise to God. Tomorrow has already been approved.
And so baby, your father and I have only one specific expectation of you. And that is that you celebrate others the way we celebrate you. That you remember, every day, every minute, that there is no one on God's Green Earth who deserves more or less respect than you do, My Love.
"He has shown you what is good. And what does the Lord require of you? To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God." - Michah 6:8
Love, Mama
P.S. We thought we should mention, honey, that if you're straight, that's okay too. I mean, it'd be a little anti-climactic now, honestly. But your father and I will deal.
P.P.S. As daddy read this essay, I watched his gorgeous face intensify. He teared up a little. Then he slammed the letter down on the kitchen table and said emphatically and without a touch of irony, "DAMN STRAIGHT."
Which, when you think about it honey, is really the funniest possible thing daddy could have said.
Love you Forever.
Here I am today looking back at where both my husband and I were months ago. Here is a good place to be. This is what I have learned and I hope we can learn this together. Whether being gay is a sin or not IS NOT and SHOULD NOT be the question. Because our opinions do not allow or deny people into heaven NOR do they give anyone a right to judge anyone trying to live there lives. Lets say this:
1.) It is a sin. Okay so is gluttony and I would say that is a sin ALL Americans live with daily (lifestyle sin- for all you Bible buffs out there)
2.) It is not a sin. Did you do your part in standing up for people who's rights are being taken away? Did I make someone feel comfortable in their own skin at a party?
Gay Rights is happening. History will repeat itself in one form or another.
I understand that hestitency on whether to jump on the band wagon or not. At the end of your life when God asks you why you believed in something wouldn't you rather say you loved too much than too little?
I work at a Christian school in the off season. When this NOH8 photo comes out I am excited to see how they handle it. And I WILL let you know.
Earlier I said sometimes your heart isn't in the right place. Mine wasn't at first. The attitude of I don't want to ruffle any ones feathers or stir up drama at work or in our families wasn't right. For me it wasn't right. Children are going to school bullied because they are struggling. Am I Gay am I not? I think Maclemore says it beautifully in his song, Same Love.
I am a gay loving Christian. Some days I feel like I identify more with the gays then I do the Christians. I am annoyed that I only hear about the Christians who hate gays. What do you think? I want to know your opinions. Keep them respectful. It is okay to think it's wrong. Because after all you aren't the boss. Neither am I. The only way we can grow is together. In celebration of the first gay athlete coming out, this is for him and to the many more that will come out soon after.
I cant wait to share the pics from the NOH8 day. It restores my hope in humanity.
HE>i
xoxo
B
PS you know how I feel about spell check.
Sunday, September 8, 2013
Not Just a Housewife
"Hello, my name is Mrs. Robbie Ross"
Baseball wife. Wife of an athlete. Robbie Ross' wife. Players wife....
I don't know if this revolution started far before my time or with the tv series called "baseball wives" which by the way is completely a joke. Most of those women were not actual wives and none of them were wives to current players. But the word Baseball Wife was introduced to me the day I said "I do" and quickly became my identity. Sometimes by choice. Most times not.
I'm going to give you a little tiny snippet of what it's like to walk in my shoes as a Players wife. Patience please... This post will come with much frustration and gratitude as do most jobs. Yes, I call it a job.
"If someone asks me what I do all day one more time I think my spleen will rupture"! I remember saying these words to my mom this time last year. I was new to MLB and still trying to figure out how to cook a meal let alone find my identity in being BASEBALL WIFE. I didn't need people everywhere asking me what I do as a baseball wife. I didn't even know I was one. I thought I was just Robbie's wife. Did I accidentally sign some paper joining me to a club called baseball wives ?? What I did everyday seemed like such a bizarre question to me bc doesn't everyone do different things everyday? Did these people want me to write down my schedule for them! I knew the question meant, I know you work out for five hours, shop for six and come to baseball games for four. But I didn't get why everyone was so interested... And it wasn't just fans of Robbie's. It was friends. Close friends. People from our hometown. People that I thought new me. Some people had genuine curiosity as to what it's like and some people had that twang in their voice that said nothing but paaaalease.... You're one of those women on tv.
The truth about all of it is this- in some ways there is a little secret society where we all find our identities as baseball wives. We do things together that only the wives get to do. We all need each other. We are the only ones going through all the same emotions. We get each other. No one else can understand what it's like to be Mrs. (Insert players name) and not just Brittany anymore. No one else gets the challenges and the amazingness of this life. I had questions like who should we give tickets to bc apparently we have new cousins in the family that need them, and how do I travel to the city my hubs is in, or why don't feel so lonely? And what do I do with my dogs and how do I pack an entire home up in a day and blah blah blah blah blah blah! These women rally together to help each other get through it. You see it's almost like being put into witness protection. You pick up and move to a city that you do not chose with only your husband and children and pets. You have no friends or sense of where you are and slapped on a new name tag called baseball wife. There are expectations of a baseball wife. You have to dress a certain way, talk a certain way, and be a certain way. The hardest part of it all is they don't even write it all down for you. You just have to guess...and fail!!! You are to look up to the veteran wives but not actually look at them. You need to know your place. Don't ask too many questions to the wrong person. It is all very confusing and very exhausting. In this secret society there are secret rules and the rules are made up of opinions of people who shouldn't have opinions at all.
All of this left me with one thing. Who am I? Can I really be a baseball wife? When your lost you generally start looking. And when you start looking at people to guide you- you'll always end up lost...er!
And that is when I decided I really don't care what these people think or expect of me. All I can really do is be me and if that means baseball wife so be it. So I Rewrote my definition of baseball wife and did what I pleased. No one was going to tell me not to wear shorts on Fridays.
So far so good. I've found out that a lot of other baseball wives feel the same way too. We are all lost. The most rewarding thing is we are all a little lost. Every single one of us. Baseball wife or not. We genuinely go through life wondering what the hell am I doing? Right!? We can be lost together. I think that means we are found.
So now! Being a baseball wife means I get to challenge the unwritten rules put on me! I get to live up to my rebels for life tattoo. Don't get me wrong- it's hard cruising through life lost but it sure is fun!
And to answer the question what do I do all day Ill tell you. All my days are different. Some days I'm in the airport way longer than any person should be aloud. I'm actually surprised TSA isn't suspicious of me at this point. When I am on the road with my husband I am lucky enough to explore the city or visit with friends living there. When I am home I am keeping our home together. Paying more bills then any person should be aloud to pay. I volunteer. I have a wedding and event planning business that I own and worked before a became a baseball wife so I spend a lot of timing planning things for friends. I organize things for our charity mission 108. I go to my husbands signings. I cook. Yes!!! I do cook! I know.. You can't believe it but its true. Of course I shop. What women doesn't? I workout. I go to baseball games. Late. But I go! I feel like I spend most hours in the car. lost. shocking. And I spend too much time on twitter.
In the offseason- I do have a job. yes my job is a choice. I throw myself into my cheerleaders. I coach and spend time investing in High schoolers lives bc they are lost too. I learn sign language. I try my best to do things for people and be there. Be present. Whatever I'm doing I just try to BE PRESENT. That's the goal. Don't buzz through life. I am Mrs. Robbie Ross. I am proud of it. A day in my shoes would be fun but it would also be confusing and frustrating. I am standing behind my husband everyday to support his dream in every way I can. This is what every baseball wife does. The best she can. If you meet one of us please don't ask if we shop all day. I am telling you right now... we do! And if you are one never lose your identity in the title. Be present. Take advantage of every opportunity.
I am a baseball wife but we are all so much more!
HE>i
Xoxo
B
Ps I didn't spell check bc the flight attendant has told me five times to turn off my phone so please don't tweet me telling me how many words I spelled wrong. Peace.
Tuesday, August 27, 2013
CHI TOWN
I couldn't find 1 good picture to put up of Chicago! I love this city. I have been so many times. It is only 6 hours from home (or 5 if my mother is driving) and so dear to my heart. Friends and Family comes to visit us every time we play there. But this time was different.
This whole time I have been back in Texas, I can't stop thinking about the homeless people. It wasn't normal. Okay, so first I should probably tell you how homeless people have a huge part of my heart. There's something that draws me to them. In the off season, Rob and I have a "Mission" called Mission 108 and we look for homeless people to talk to. We go downtown with our close family and friends and hand out care packages filled with goodies. Mostly shampoo, conditioner, lotions and soaps I've collected from traveling during the season plus some food and anything else that we can stuff down a zip lock bag. It is my favorite time of year. Homeless people have the best stories and the most love to give. In KY the homeless population is mostly men but we connect with low income families of women and children too. So homeless people don't bother or scare me and I have pretty much heard and seen it all. Or at least I thought....
Chicago- Every street corner there was 1 of 2 things. 1. Muslim women holding signs with almost the same exact words. Something like this: "I have two brothers/sisters and my mother lost her job. Please give us money for rent". OR 2. Black women with one or two children sleeping with signs saying almost the same thing. What was weird to me is all the consistencies. After hanging out with homeless people you learn there isn't much consistency. I noticed all of their signs had the same handwriting, all the people I saw were women and children, and all the children were sleeping. WEIRD! huh?
So why does this matter? Because this wasn't just your typical unfortunate homeless people. One thought kept creeping into my mind. Someone is forcing them to be there. Theses people aren't homeless.... They are hopeless. And it broke my heart. Now this is just purely an assumption and either way homeless or hopeless it still breaks me apart. People are really suffering in this world.
Homelessness should be illegal. Shouldn't the government be responsible for getting these people off the streets. Because if there is even an inkling of a chance that some slave driving abomanation of a being was forcing these people to beg for money for their own personal gain then I think that is the governments business to correct! And while I am not the government you better believe I will be looking into that mess to put an end to it.
The point is this, everywhere we turn there are broken hearts. Everywhere. And sometimes we are just too busy to pay attention. Or maybe it just hurts too much to see the brokenness. I identify to both. We can't ignore all the brokenness in the world forever before we become broken too.
Like Mother Tersea said, "We can't all do great things. But we can all do small things with great love".
Whose going to love these people if we don't?
I encourage you to save up those shampoo bottles you get free from hotels and stuff some zip lock bags with them and some granola bars. Keep them in your car and every time you see someone begging you have no excuse not to give.
Sometimes just paying attention to someone is all they need to get them through the day and all you need to spark a fire inside your heart.
Love People.
HE>i
xoxo
b
This whole time I have been back in Texas, I can't stop thinking about the homeless people. It wasn't normal. Okay, so first I should probably tell you how homeless people have a huge part of my heart. There's something that draws me to them. In the off season, Rob and I have a "Mission" called Mission 108 and we look for homeless people to talk to. We go downtown with our close family and friends and hand out care packages filled with goodies. Mostly shampoo, conditioner, lotions and soaps I've collected from traveling during the season plus some food and anything else that we can stuff down a zip lock bag. It is my favorite time of year. Homeless people have the best stories and the most love to give. In KY the homeless population is mostly men but we connect with low income families of women and children too. So homeless people don't bother or scare me and I have pretty much heard and seen it all. Or at least I thought....
Chicago- Every street corner there was 1 of 2 things. 1. Muslim women holding signs with almost the same exact words. Something like this: "I have two brothers/sisters and my mother lost her job. Please give us money for rent". OR 2. Black women with one or two children sleeping with signs saying almost the same thing. What was weird to me is all the consistencies. After hanging out with homeless people you learn there isn't much consistency. I noticed all of their signs had the same handwriting, all the people I saw were women and children, and all the children were sleeping. WEIRD! huh?
So why does this matter? Because this wasn't just your typical unfortunate homeless people. One thought kept creeping into my mind. Someone is forcing them to be there. Theses people aren't homeless.... They are hopeless. And it broke my heart. Now this is just purely an assumption and either way homeless or hopeless it still breaks me apart. People are really suffering in this world.
Homelessness should be illegal. Shouldn't the government be responsible for getting these people off the streets. Because if there is even an inkling of a chance that some slave driving abomanation of a being was forcing these people to beg for money for their own personal gain then I think that is the governments business to correct! And while I am not the government you better believe I will be looking into that mess to put an end to it.
The point is this, everywhere we turn there are broken hearts. Everywhere. And sometimes we are just too busy to pay attention. Or maybe it just hurts too much to see the brokenness. I identify to both. We can't ignore all the brokenness in the world forever before we become broken too.
Like Mother Tersea said, "We can't all do great things. But we can all do small things with great love".
Whose going to love these people if we don't?
I encourage you to save up those shampoo bottles you get free from hotels and stuff some zip lock bags with them and some granola bars. Keep them in your car and every time you see someone begging you have no excuse not to give.
Sometimes just paying attention to someone is all they need to get them through the day and all you need to spark a fire inside your heart.
Love People.
HE>i
xoxo
b
Thursday, August 15, 2013
Our Testimonies
I wanted to share our testimonies in honor of Faith and Family Day coming up this Sunday. I don't get to see sweet Husband share his so I thought I'd just Word vomit both of ours in our living room. To me a testimony is that DIVINE MOMENT you excepted Christ into your heart and became a Christ follower and from that day forward you were changed and perfect and ya know all that Church stuff. So I didn't really think I had a testimony. Or it is some crazy story that you were on drugs and saw God in your dreams and went to rehab and found God. I always wanted a cool story like that. But this what we have to offer:
I was born into a Christian home and so was Robbie but both very different from each other. I was raised by the most amazing mother in the entire universe. She was a single mom and my grandma was a huge part in raising me. I basically had all the qualifications to be one of those girls sloring it up and have "daddy issues" but I wasn't big on following the norm so I decided to get over the sob story of life and focus only on the positive. I actually didn't even know not having a Father as an active part of my daily life was weird until about middle school. My mom had all those kids books that taught you- Every family looks different. Which was extremely true for me because Mother is white and I am mixed/ biracial or whatever you like to call it. So I didn't exactly look just like her. I went to a mostly white private Christian school. Believe it or not, I never noticed a difference in my skin color and everyone elses until some punk kid pointed it out. I guess you could say I have been clueless most of my life.
Middle school was tough. Who's wasn't? But all of the sudden all my differences seemed like a big deal and I just wanted someone to relate to me. The only person I found was God. Mother told me, God could look however I wanted him to and be whoever I wanted him to be. And so... He was. He was a best Friend. I was his side kick. And together we could change the world.
God was real to me and tangible and my faith was never determined by Churchy definitions. Mother never let them be. Don't get me wrong I was in Church every Sunday and at a Christian school five days a week so I know my fair share of... the entire Bible. But I knew how to interpret what teachers taught me into what I knew they meant to teach me. For example if the teacher said, "The bible says don't tattoo your body. Your body is a temple" What they really meant was God tattooed your name on the palm of his hands so I should return the favor. I was an excellent student! :)
So I have walked hand in hand with God since I was young. I never really went off the beaten path except for a minor misjudgement in my decisions with eating. Thought I wanted to be a runway model and we all know how that goes. Not eating is NEVER a good decision but that is a whole other story. So middle school passed. I was relatively, shockingly confident simply because I lived life in a daze. I think I still do.
High school.. When I met the man of my dreams. Robbie Ross. Meeting Robbie shaped my faith even deeper. We had completely different views on just about every hot topic there was to talk about. Drinking. Spanking your kids. Who exactly God was to each of us. And of course at the age of 14, I thought we needed to hash all of our beliefs out before we got TOO serious. If you can imagine- our poor parents.
My mom has a somewhat lax view on the world, I guess you could say. I just think its normal. Drinking wasn't bad unless you abused it. Social media wasn't bad unless you used it to do bad things. Basically anything can become bad or Satanic if you let it. I was raised to talk to her about everything. She was very open with me. I wasn't spanked as a child and here's why. Mother had very interesting punishment techniques and I learned lessons very fast. I painted my nails on the top of her car once and was grounded from nail polish for a year.... A YEAR! I didn't put my clothes away after school one time or two and was not allowed to wear anything but my uniform from school for what seemed like a decade. I mean, the things I endured as a child was just obscene. She could write a book on punishing strategies that would rock your world. I was and still am a very sensitive person. Mother says, "Some people are literally born with more heart and heart ache than others". And that I agree. I never lied to her. Well, I did once about talking on the phone to a boy. Ya, only once.
Robbie was parented, from my perspective of what he's told me like this- Alcohol- Why go there? Social Media can lead to dangerous things children don't need to experience. TV- whats that? (slightly kidding) Spanking- whip the fire out of em til they learn a lesson:) Neither are right or wrong... Just different.
So all through high school Robbie and I argued about most things until we both grew up and realized we needed to figure out ourselves and our faith first and that will shape the rest of our decision making. Being the independent, self aware person I was I had soul searched by the time I was two but Robbie on the other hand didn't quite know what he believed. He loved Jesus. Oh, he loves Jesus so much but there were so many things he didn't have "opinions" on that I needed him to. By the time college (for me) and baseball (for him) rolled around we both knew he needed to become a man, lead our relationship, and start figuring out what exactly he believed.
He grew up fast his first year of baseball. It was undeniable. He was leading us down a path that made sense to us both. And that was simply for each of us to Love God and Love People every second of everyday.Why bother trying to figure out how we would raise our kids until we actually had them? DUH! I was a control freak of nature and he didn't think passed lunch time so somehow we balanced each other out. At this point we were in the real world experiencing real things and it blew our minds. We had each other to lean on. And together we could conquer the world.
Robbie interrupts me now wanting to share word for word his coming to Christ moment. "About the 4th grade I became interested in the Bigger picture of becoming a Christian. But 8th grade, he says was when he wanted to completely live a life for Him and the feeling of not being alone". (AH! we do have something in common)"I found that God was always there whenever I need him... with whatever emotion I was feeling. Baseball and God have always been important in my life. I always knew God called me to share my faith threw baseball. I like to just be an example by my actions and not preach down peoples throats. Once I accepted Christ into baseball I became a better athlete. There wasn't as much pressure because I wasn't playing for just myself. I knew God had a plan for me to use baseball as my ministry. My heart has always been there in baseball and ya know then He put Brittany in my life. Britt, You give me stability and encourage me in the tough times". He exists the room, on that note with a bowl of chips.
We have for sure made our fair share of bad decisions and we are okay with that. I believe that is where Christians have got it all wrong. For some reason we are fooled to believe we have to be perfect. Hide our flaws. We especially believe we have to interpret the Bible correctly and we spend so much time debating what that book actually means. What Robbie and I have come to realize is this: The bible is an amazing tool to be used by Christians to bring us closer together not to argue about whether you are going to hell if you are gay or drink too much on weekends. But Jesus also gave us a heart, and a mind, and a soul. And so many other tools to teach us on this journey of life. The main thing our hearts and minds and souls and even that dag gum Bible has taught us is to love God and love people. So when people ask us what our beliefs are on drinking, cursing, smoking weed, rap music and all of that Hot Topic Churchy Stupid crap, we say this: Stop Judging People and Start Loving Them. That is the only way we know how to live our lives. It is what brings us together.
Christians, I urge you to stop telling people your opinions on these things. It only comes across as judgey and annoying.
To anyone who doesn't believe in a Divine Power. That is okay. We can all still love each other and I am sorry about the idiot that gave you a false idea of who God is.
Robbie and I are living out a testimony everyday. We just want to radically love people in a world that makes that very thing tough.
Love God. Love People.
xox
HE>i
I was born into a Christian home and so was Robbie but both very different from each other. I was raised by the most amazing mother in the entire universe. She was a single mom and my grandma was a huge part in raising me. I basically had all the qualifications to be one of those girls sloring it up and have "daddy issues" but I wasn't big on following the norm so I decided to get over the sob story of life and focus only on the positive. I actually didn't even know not having a Father as an active part of my daily life was weird until about middle school. My mom had all those kids books that taught you- Every family looks different. Which was extremely true for me because Mother is white and I am mixed/ biracial or whatever you like to call it. So I didn't exactly look just like her. I went to a mostly white private Christian school. Believe it or not, I never noticed a difference in my skin color and everyone elses until some punk kid pointed it out. I guess you could say I have been clueless most of my life.
Middle school was tough. Who's wasn't? But all of the sudden all my differences seemed like a big deal and I just wanted someone to relate to me. The only person I found was God. Mother told me, God could look however I wanted him to and be whoever I wanted him to be. And so... He was. He was a best Friend. I was his side kick. And together we could change the world.
God was real to me and tangible and my faith was never determined by Churchy definitions. Mother never let them be. Don't get me wrong I was in Church every Sunday and at a Christian school five days a week so I know my fair share of... the entire Bible. But I knew how to interpret what teachers taught me into what I knew they meant to teach me. For example if the teacher said, "The bible says don't tattoo your body. Your body is a temple" What they really meant was God tattooed your name on the palm of his hands so I should return the favor. I was an excellent student! :)
So I have walked hand in hand with God since I was young. I never really went off the beaten path except for a minor misjudgement in my decisions with eating. Thought I wanted to be a runway model and we all know how that goes. Not eating is NEVER a good decision but that is a whole other story. So middle school passed. I was relatively, shockingly confident simply because I lived life in a daze. I think I still do.
High school.. When I met the man of my dreams. Robbie Ross. Meeting Robbie shaped my faith even deeper. We had completely different views on just about every hot topic there was to talk about. Drinking. Spanking your kids. Who exactly God was to each of us. And of course at the age of 14, I thought we needed to hash all of our beliefs out before we got TOO serious. If you can imagine- our poor parents.
My mom has a somewhat lax view on the world, I guess you could say. I just think its normal. Drinking wasn't bad unless you abused it. Social media wasn't bad unless you used it to do bad things. Basically anything can become bad or Satanic if you let it. I was raised to talk to her about everything. She was very open with me. I wasn't spanked as a child and here's why. Mother had very interesting punishment techniques and I learned lessons very fast. I painted my nails on the top of her car once and was grounded from nail polish for a year.... A YEAR! I didn't put my clothes away after school one time or two and was not allowed to wear anything but my uniform from school for what seemed like a decade. I mean, the things I endured as a child was just obscene. She could write a book on punishing strategies that would rock your world. I was and still am a very sensitive person. Mother says, "Some people are literally born with more heart and heart ache than others". And that I agree. I never lied to her. Well, I did once about talking on the phone to a boy. Ya, only once.
Robbie was parented, from my perspective of what he's told me like this- Alcohol- Why go there? Social Media can lead to dangerous things children don't need to experience. TV- whats that? (slightly kidding) Spanking- whip the fire out of em til they learn a lesson:) Neither are right or wrong... Just different.
So all through high school Robbie and I argued about most things until we both grew up and realized we needed to figure out ourselves and our faith first and that will shape the rest of our decision making. Being the independent, self aware person I was I had soul searched by the time I was two but Robbie on the other hand didn't quite know what he believed. He loved Jesus. Oh, he loves Jesus so much but there were so many things he didn't have "opinions" on that I needed him to. By the time college (for me) and baseball (for him) rolled around we both knew he needed to become a man, lead our relationship, and start figuring out what exactly he believed.
He grew up fast his first year of baseball. It was undeniable. He was leading us down a path that made sense to us both. And that was simply for each of us to Love God and Love People every second of everyday.Why bother trying to figure out how we would raise our kids until we actually had them? DUH! I was a control freak of nature and he didn't think passed lunch time so somehow we balanced each other out. At this point we were in the real world experiencing real things and it blew our minds. We had each other to lean on. And together we could conquer the world.
Robbie interrupts me now wanting to share word for word his coming to Christ moment. "About the 4th grade I became interested in the Bigger picture of becoming a Christian. But 8th grade, he says was when he wanted to completely live a life for Him and the feeling of not being alone". (AH! we do have something in common)"I found that God was always there whenever I need him... with whatever emotion I was feeling. Baseball and God have always been important in my life. I always knew God called me to share my faith threw baseball. I like to just be an example by my actions and not preach down peoples throats. Once I accepted Christ into baseball I became a better athlete. There wasn't as much pressure because I wasn't playing for just myself. I knew God had a plan for me to use baseball as my ministry. My heart has always been there in baseball and ya know then He put Brittany in my life. Britt, You give me stability and encourage me in the tough times". He exists the room, on that note with a bowl of chips.
We have for sure made our fair share of bad decisions and we are okay with that. I believe that is where Christians have got it all wrong. For some reason we are fooled to believe we have to be perfect. Hide our flaws. We especially believe we have to interpret the Bible correctly and we spend so much time debating what that book actually means. What Robbie and I have come to realize is this: The bible is an amazing tool to be used by Christians to bring us closer together not to argue about whether you are going to hell if you are gay or drink too much on weekends. But Jesus also gave us a heart, and a mind, and a soul. And so many other tools to teach us on this journey of life. The main thing our hearts and minds and souls and even that dag gum Bible has taught us is to love God and love people. So when people ask us what our beliefs are on drinking, cursing, smoking weed, rap music and all of that Hot Topic Churchy Stupid crap, we say this: Stop Judging People and Start Loving Them. That is the only way we know how to live our lives. It is what brings us together.
Christians, I urge you to stop telling people your opinions on these things. It only comes across as judgey and annoying.
To anyone who doesn't believe in a Divine Power. That is okay. We can all still love each other and I am sorry about the idiot that gave you a false idea of who God is.
Robbie and I are living out a testimony everyday. We just want to radically love people in a world that makes that very thing tough.
Love God. Love People.
xox
HE>i
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
Robbie Ross Xs 2
Met this gem in LA. He found me in the stands and got a photo with the other Robbie Ross before the game.
Such a cool dude. 
For the Love of the Game
We all say it's not our world. We say it doesn't consume us. We being the players, the wives, the coaches, and even the fans. But it does. It is the game of baseball. There's something about the game- For me it's a stress reliever. Time to sit back and watch my husband work, and fight, and win, and sometimes struggle. I love this game. At times our lives revolve around it. It is a high that no drug could give you. Its also a low that not many experience. The same roar of the fans that pumps Rob up in a game winning situation is also the same silence in his head wanting so badly to just-THROW-STRIKES.
Baseball has always come fairly easy to my sweet husband. You see Robbie is the type of guy who is good at one main thing. He doesn't have a lot of interests aside from the obvious like me, of course:), family, friends, hunting, and his dogs. But baseball has always captivated him.
With all of that being said, there's really nothing worse than sitting in the stands watching your husband struggle. I can tell when Robbie isn't himself on the mound. I can read his body language and know exactly how the inning(s) are going to go. I dread hearing his voice after the games when he has delivered what he considers a bad inning. Not at all because I care about his performance. I care for him and his heart. Every baseball wife knows the feeling. Your stomach drops and hangs on every pitch they throw. There's nothing we can say or do to make it better. You just get to sit and watch them struggle. I have imagined myself running out to the mound for a visit many times. If it weren't for Field Security and the fear of being the first wife to make the Not Top Ten; I would be out there every time he seems to lose command.
I cant speak for any other profession and I can barely speak for this one so I wont. But what I do know is that my husband loves this game. He is always fighting and battling to do well. I cant thank Texas fans enough for the kindness they have shown both of us. We receive more positive feedback than negative. You all have been patient with him in his struggles and uplifting to him in his greatness.
The fact of the matter is this. It is a game. We all need to remember that. All of us. Me, as a wife. I need to remember that I am more than a baseball wife. Robbie, as an athlete. He is more than a ball player. You, as a family member, a friend, or a fan- this is a game. Robbie pitches best when he has no cares in the world and is out there having fun. He will go through rough patches AND he will be great. For any of us to expect that each individual player does perfect every single game is NUTS. Don't let the LOVE for the game drive you nuts.
I'm inspired to write this because I think we all get caught up in the game. I know my husband starts to take it too serious. I know fans sometimes say things on social media that they don't really mean (I HOPE) . And I know that I start thinking too much about all the free stuff I hear the wives get in playoffs :)!!! We all love this game but lets not forget it's just a game. Heck, we are winning right now so go celebrate.
Breath easy peeps.
HE>i
xox
B
Baseball has always come fairly easy to my sweet husband. You see Robbie is the type of guy who is good at one main thing. He doesn't have a lot of interests aside from the obvious like me, of course:), family, friends, hunting, and his dogs. But baseball has always captivated him.
With all of that being said, there's really nothing worse than sitting in the stands watching your husband struggle. I can tell when Robbie isn't himself on the mound. I can read his body language and know exactly how the inning(s) are going to go. I dread hearing his voice after the games when he has delivered what he considers a bad inning. Not at all because I care about his performance. I care for him and his heart. Every baseball wife knows the feeling. Your stomach drops and hangs on every pitch they throw. There's nothing we can say or do to make it better. You just get to sit and watch them struggle. I have imagined myself running out to the mound for a visit many times. If it weren't for Field Security and the fear of being the first wife to make the Not Top Ten; I would be out there every time he seems to lose command.
I cant speak for any other profession and I can barely speak for this one so I wont. But what I do know is that my husband loves this game. He is always fighting and battling to do well. I cant thank Texas fans enough for the kindness they have shown both of us. We receive more positive feedback than negative. You all have been patient with him in his struggles and uplifting to him in his greatness.
The fact of the matter is this. It is a game. We all need to remember that. All of us. Me, as a wife. I need to remember that I am more than a baseball wife. Robbie, as an athlete. He is more than a ball player. You, as a family member, a friend, or a fan- this is a game. Robbie pitches best when he has no cares in the world and is out there having fun. He will go through rough patches AND he will be great. For any of us to expect that each individual player does perfect every single game is NUTS. Don't let the LOVE for the game drive you nuts.
I'm inspired to write this because I think we all get caught up in the game. I know my husband starts to take it too serious. I know fans sometimes say things on social media that they don't really mean (I HOPE) . And I know that I start thinking too much about all the free stuff I hear the wives get in playoffs :)!!! We all love this game but lets not forget it's just a game. Heck, we are winning right now so go celebrate.
Breath easy peeps.
HE>i
xox
B
Thursday, August 1, 2013
The Grass Is Always Greener...
On the other side... Right?!
Or maybe the grass is just Blue. This seems to be what I am figuring out. Everyone's grass is a completely different color.
Whether you admit it or not at some point in life you've looked at another persons life and said, "man, if I only I had what they have. You know the list. It's constant and the list goes on and on. I've heard more times than a few that my life is so luxurious and people actually wish to have my life... And all I could think is- You PEOPLE are bat stink cray! I spent the majority of baseball season last year wanting everyone around me outside my "baseball friends" group to know my life was not that cool. That although I got to go to cool parties, get dressed up, not have a "normal" 9-5 job and go to baseball games whenever I wanted that this life also came with complications to say the least. I would tell anyone who wanted to listen or even allowed me to speak that my husband is on the road 50% of the time, we leave our family and friends every year to pursue a dream that can end in the blink of an eye, the friends we make out here get sent up, down and around faster than I can change underwear and not to mention we have no idea what life looks like from week to week. I have to live out of a suitcase in order to maintain a healthy marriage, be in cities, hotels, and cabs alone A LOT.I harped on the fact that our lives weren't normal and oh so badly we wanted to be normal.. And all I had at the end was stress. It came to kill, steal and destroy. Sound familiar? #Satan
Anyone who knows us would say we are far from normal. So why was I so in love with trying to berate "my life". Being a "baseball wife" comes with some stereotypes and I HATE stereotypes. So I fought them...
There was and still sometimes is a huge part of me that feels guilt. Guilt because we know people think have have money for days, 3 homes, travel whenever we want, go to events with really cool rich people and not to mention Robbie plays a game for a living. Yes that's how it looks on paper. But I can assure you life is all how you look at it. We have plenty and God takes care of us - 2 mortgages and all (hear my sarcasm) but what I have found out is that while I looked at all those Normal People's lives they weren't happy either. They wanted something different too. And that's how I have come to know that my grass is blue. Right now it's Texas rangers blue and red. But this is just a season. Everyone's grass is a different color. God has blessed us all with special gifts and talents and placed us in areas of life he knows only you can handle. He knows that the 22 year old Christian girl with a "rebels for life" tattoo could live no other life than that of living in 3 different states a year, having 3 dogs and counting, and a husband who can't even find his wallet most days yet somehow can throw a baseball with 99% accuracy. I want so desperately for everyone to start loving their life. Take risks people. Make mistakes. God made us human for a reason. Embrace the human inside. Enjoy all the GREATNESS in your own life and ignore all the rest. There's no room for guilt. There's no room for envy.
We are all just a bunch of souls striving for greatness.
Robbie and I are blessed beyond reason. We are rich with the love of our family and friends. This is the life He has given us and we love it❤
He>i
Xox
B
Friday, July 5, 2013
Thursday, June 27, 2013
Boston Strong
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
Seattle
Seattle was much better than out Spokane experience!
We got to help protest the Monsanto Act with the locals!
Thursday, June 13, 2013
Where are we now?
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| For those of you who didn't know Robbie quit his job of baseball and became Sheriff due to the amount of speeding tickets he has received this month. It was in our best interest. |
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| All the while Ripley was ashamed at that decision... |
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| But we had a great time a the Frasors baby shower. |
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| He went back to his day job. Getting paid to goof off in interviews was better for our family. |
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| But then I found out he had Lice!! |
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| And People are constantly reminding me if modeling doesn't work out for him he can be the next Hulk Hogan |
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| I judged a dog show. DREAM DAY! |
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| This may or may not be where Robbie got Lice |
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| I met "the green hill kid" which most likely means nothing to you |
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| Heather got married! |
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| Triple play Event! |
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| In case of Tornado.. Sleep in the pantry |
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| Robbie became a cowboy. A handsome one at that |
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| And then he ate his glove (my strange addiction) |
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| the leather did a number on him but we are working on it. | And now you are pretty much up to date. |
xoxo
b
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
The resurrection and baseball ⚾🙏
Rach and Liv spent the craziest week of ours lives with us! It was moving week, opening day in Houston, Easter, and spring break all wrapped up in one. I survived.
Spring Trainings Finest moments
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| You cant see it but this goat is crapping on me at this very moment |
Such a stud
Rebels For Life
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