Wednesday, March 30, 2011


I was a little shocked yesterday when Trevor called and said that he had had wreck #2 and had totalled my dad's truck.  I just had to say a big prayer, Thank you Lord that Trevor is actually calling me and telling me about it, instead of the state police at my door or me having to make a trip to the hospital to see him.    Thank you Lord!!! 

And on an aside note to God:   "Lord, I asked for the boys to have some of my qualities but not my driving abilities."  (or my singing, or my dancing, or my eyesight, or my drawing or my painting.   Oh goodness, I'm not sure what I want them to have like me.  I'll have to get back to you on that one."

Some people say I need to let go, I'm over protective, they are grown boys.  Others say I need to put my finger on them, settle them down, make them more responsible.  I say, goodness gracious.  Make up your mind. I can't do both.  THey didn't come with an instruction manual.  I'm winging it here.    I think all in all I have THE BEST BOYS ever.  I am truly blessed beyond measure.

until I think of more things to chat about,

oH yeah,  I really didn't go to the cardiologist.  It was for story's sake.  No MOM I didn't go to a CARDIOLOGIST.   Ok?  Calm down.   (this was a story in my 2nd blog)

Monday, March 28, 2011


We walked down the hallway at the Belle Meade Nursing home and heard Wild Thing, you make my heart sing.  I just thought that was like the most unappropriate song to hear out there.  I mean it's probably been years since any of those people out there have been wild things.  My mother said I might be surprised.  I said thanks for that mental picture.

I wonder why when it is about 5 minutes til 7 and I have to clock in before 7, that I always get behind the person who is either sight seeing or has all day?  I wonder why it takes him so long to pull his little truck into the turn lane.  I wonder how he would like to have a white Crysler Sebring Enema?  I wonder if he would feel bad if this fat girl had a heart attack while trying to run from the car to the time clock?   I bet the only thing you are wondering right now is why I can't get up a little earlier and start out a little earlier right?  I'm wondering that too.

I work at the hospital and I wonder why there are NO wheelchairs to be found on any given day and you can walk into the front door at WalMart and there are at least 10 at all times.  So next time a pink lady asks me if I know where a wheelchair is, I think I will just say "try WalMart". 

I won't go into detail but I just cant figure out who that person is who comes in at night while i sleep and puts stuff in my nose, fills my bladder up and makes my breath stink.  I think it's the same little bugger that goes in my closet and makes my clothes tighter.  I better not ever catch him, that's for sure.

I guess that's enough pondering for one day.


Sunday, March 27, 2011

my life as a 50 year old woman

I just turned 50 the other day.  I haven't had anyone ask me that question yet.  "How old are you Mrs. Scudder?"  Ooh . . . When they do I will probably look like my little weenie dog does when he is startled by a loud noise.  He suddenly does a cat-like move and all the hairs stand up on his back.  Either that or I'll faint dead out.

50.  The big kahuna.  Half of a hundred.  The angel on my right shoulder says, "50, it's just a number, life starts now, it'll be fun."  The devil on my left shoulder tells me, "It's arthritis, knee replacements, liver spots.  I mean it's enough just trying to deal with these young children calling me m'am."  When did I become a m'am?  Am I not a girl anymore?  How did that little girl who looks like she is in grade school get a job filling my prescriptions anyway?  (Drugs that I have to take now to keep my hormones in balance making my husband and children able to live with me.)  When did Doogie Houser go from being a t.v. show to reality?  A 10 year old (or so it seemed) came and wanted to go over my x-ray with me.  I wanted to know why a candy striper wanted to look at my x-rays.  He said, "I'm your cardiologist, m'am. Kind of made me glad I've eaten enough fast food over the years to clog up things so I can help old Doogie with his allowance. 

Then I got Doogie's bill in the mail.  Now that made my heart hurt.  I called his office to see if this could possibly be correct.  It was the price of a nice size vacation home.  Ok, not anywhere big, but maybe at Lake Norfork.  His office said the bill was correct.  She said it would have been cheaper if you would have signed up for that AARP supplement that you got in the mail when you turned . . . Oh, you did turn 50 didn't you Mrs. Scudder?

One thing I want to know for sure:  Is turning 50 going to keep getting better and better and more interesting every day?  Yes, m'am, it just has to.

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Scudderly ridiculous

Hello I'm 50 year old Darla J. Scudder, known by lots of titles, D.J., darlo, the X-ray Queen, Wolfie, but my favorite of all is Mom.   I will be married on April 25 for 24 years to my love Jimbo who i lovingly call Denzel (because Denzel Washington is the other love of my life).  My parents are Bill and Rosalee Lott and they are pretty amazing.  I have great stories about them.  My puppies are a source of love and companionship for me, Junie and Pokey.  My baby girl Lilly just got killed in January and that was a devastating blow to our family.  My in-laws are Dennis and Maleta Scudder.  They are the best.  She is on a journey now with multiple myeloma and we are all helping along that ride with her.  I have great friends, lots of them.  Friends I love dearly.  The ones that i enjoy girls night out a lot with are Linda K Northen, Barbara McDonald, Nan Dickey and Rachel Barrett.  They are fun.  I am a member of East Side Baptist Church in Paragould.  My son Tyler and his girlfriend Heather play in the orchestra there and i have to say I think the music there is amazing.  Amazing.  I love it when Jason Linam sings.  I have more than goosebumps.  Trevor also plays the drums at Christway Methodist Church in Jonesboro and he is A GREAT DRUMMER.  oh yeah!!

Now to my babies.  The two guys that I think are actually the best things since sliced bread.  Tyler and Trevor.  They are, in my opinion, the sweetest, nicest, most polite young men.  I can't say enough about them.  THey are also so talented too, can sing and play instruments and can just do anything.   And I am crazy about the girls that love them too.  Heather Reed and Caitlin LaFarlette.  I can see why Tyler and Trevor picked these two out.  They are just perfect for them!!

My nephew Cameron is also a joy in my life.  I love him soooo much.  I wish I had that relationship with my other nephew Eric.  I did have a great one when he was a baby and maybe one day I will get that back.  I sure hope so. 

My sister Carla is the smartest person I know.  I don't know how or why one head can retain such knowledge.  She was my google before anyone else had google.  I can remember lots of stuff and ppl come to me for questions but she has me beat by a long run.  I am the starting questions on Jeopardy, she is the final question!!

I work with a great bunch of ppl.  I won't list them all here but i will be blogging about them too from time to time.