5 am feeding*

just put them in the play pin
turn on the tv
throw a few Cheerios in the pin
and go back to bed
they will be fine

*this is the truth of my sister's upbringing
mine is not yet clear

this is NOT a medium

when did fountain drink sizes triple in size?
i ordered a medium diet coke
this is it:

i have to use two hands...two hands!!

early bird special

Growing up my family did not really venture out of the house much for dinner. I am not sure if it was a financial thing, or if my sister and I were really just that embarrassing in public, but dinner at a restaurant was reserved for birthdays only. Oh, and of course there was only one restaurant we went to - Jubilee Seafood. I really cannot complain here. Jubilee is still my favorite restaurant on Earth, so I guess you could say I really lucked out there.

The other week my parents celebrated their wedding anniversary, and they were nice enough to invite me to dinner with them. Guess where we went. :) So, I get off work a 5:00 pm, drove across town to get home and at 5:30 pm my phone rings. It's mom, "Ready for us to come pick you up?" I mean really??? It's 5:30! I asked for at least 15 more minutes and at exactly 5:45 pm she knocks on my door.

Humph. Defeat. Fine. Let's go, mom.

We arrive to a nearly empty parking lot which not surprisingly reflects the status of customers inside the restaurant as well. They seat us in the back and promptly bring us a drink. Mom sits back in her chair and looks around all high and mighty and says in her best southern gossip voice, "Hum, looks like business isn't doing too well does it?"

"Mom, it's 5:45 pm."

oh wait, jimmy!!

So, I was sitting on the floor the other day at my parents house looking at something on the laptop.
Dad asked me to look up some marinade recipe for him.
We found it and he asked me to email it to him.
So, I said "I can just click on this button right here, put in your email address and it will email you the recipe directly from the website."

Mom piped in and said, "Oh wait, Jimmy!" Then she kinda hesitated. I think she knew what was about to happen to her. Then she continued in a slow, hesitant voice, "Can she still email us if the computer upstairs is turned off?"

much needed mass market beach vacation

it was brilliant
bright red and royal blue walls
flip flops around every corner, on every wall, on every possible piece of furniture
margaritas dancing about the kitchen walls
a plush royal blue, pleather couch peeling off your skin
4 women, 1 outlet
and this...

that's right - it's water
spewing over our heads as we enjoy one last night cap
night time sprink and drink

it has been a while sense i laughed that hard
for two days straight
we didn't care we couldnt see the beach
we helped peel each other off the couch
and we waited up for the geiser to return
as if it was santa himself

and we rode the merry-go-round

what more could you ask for?
other than seaweed

it was nothing a good beer on ice couldn't fix

an angel wrote...

the greatest email ever sent to me, and it was sent to just me...

"When I read this, I just had to pass along to you, my 2nd daughter.

In the Bible, Ruth patiently waited for her mate Boaz. Ladies, while waiting for your Boaz, do not settle for ANY of his relatives including; Brokeaz, Lyinaz, Cheatinaz, Dumbaz, Downlowaz, Goodfornothinaz, Lazyaz, Cheapaz or Marriedaz and especially his third cousin, Beatinyoaz"

the end

too much?

So I was asked by our Business Development Director to write a short and fun bio of myself to place on our website.

Here is what I submitted:

"Searcy Yoder is our Senior Program Manager, but most importantly she is the beacon we all strive to reach. Her light fills the office each and every morning, and our worlds are just that much better at the end of every day simply because she is in it. Searcy has never been much of a traveler, but her impeccable creativity allows her to envision the experience of just about any destination. No doubt about it, this girl is surpassing all of our expectations. Who knows, you may see the phrase “Vice President” after her name in the near future.
And yes guys, she is still available. It is shocking to us all."

It was rejected. Still not sure why. Oh well.

if you don't want to party, then you should go home

For those of you who can't tell, this is Justin Timberlake and Robyn Harris.

Part 1

Part 2



how many licks does it take...

to get my effing car fixed!?

It is like it is a sick game or something. I got my car back the first time on Friday, July 8. Not too bad when the accident was on July 2! I was so excited I actually hugged the car. Then it broke down on Zelda Road in 5:00 pm traffic and had to be pushed over to the side of the road. No hugs.

So, I was out another week but they found the culprit. Great! So, I get my car back this past Wednesday. Thursday I notice that the driver's side door does not shut completely and my window does a little shake shake on the way down. So...I am back at the shop at 7:30 am this morning for some lube - ha :).

Now, I have the car and it runs, but am waiting for a new part to come in so I can take it back to get fixed yet again.

Oh and did I forget to mention the guy tried to make a joke and said my parents need to cut the chord and let me grow up and handle things on my own?

Not a good time for jokes, man.

Not a good time.

what else could it be?

Disclaimer: This post is not meant for a pity party on myself. It is just something that has been going through my head and I want to get it out. I do not really know what it means or what its purpose is. It just is.

July 2 I was in a car accident. I am OK! I just broke a rib and had a minor concussion. I was crossing a highway when a young girl hit me right at the driver's side tire area. We both never saw each other. It was just a random coincidence of some sort. There happened to be this other car turning into where I was pulling out of. That car was going the exact speed to block my vision from seeing her and her me. How often does that happen!? I mean usually the car slows down or speeds up and the other car is revealed. But not that day. The other girl is fine too. No physical injury, but I think she was just a little traumatized.

Now that over a week has passed I do not really replay how the accident happened in my head anymore. It is what I heard during the accident that I cannot stop thinking about. I keep remembering voices. I know, I know!!! This sounds crazy and I am by far not the type of person quick to vocalize what I think God's role is in everything. Whatever your path is to believing in a higher power is your own right, but no matter what, we can all still hear voices.

At first I was confused. I was kinda looking around after it happened, but only a few people were there and they were just getting out of their cars so they could not have been yelling. Right before the hit, I heard what sounded like a few people yelling there was about to be an accident. But it was not a far away yell. It was more like there was a group of people in the car and they just hastily stated we were about to crash. Then I heard, "Ok, you have been in an accident. You need to keep control and get your car out of the road." Now that last one really could have just been me telling myself what to do, but the multiple voices telling me I was about to crash? That was something else. Or someone else.

Was it Mama Anne and David working together to protect me and lessen the blow?
Does God actually have angels guarding us as we live each day?
Was it my own conscious talking me through how to handle the situation?
Am I totally insane?

Whatever it was or who it was, I will never have the exact answer.
But regardless of who or what it was, I was comforted in knowing I had guidance and I am protected...even if it was just me.

how it all began

One of my favorite things to do during the week is go to lunch with my best friend, Tracy, and my amazing god-daughter, Avery (aka Ace - she renamed herself). Mom called me the same day Tracy and Ace did to go to lunch so we all met up at Zoes. It's perfect because Ace can run around on the benches and not really get in anyone's way, plus we love the food!


Mom and I got our regular chicken salad and Tracy branched out with some kind of sampler plate. We were just starting to eat and Tracy noticed my mom eyeing her hummus like she wasn't too sure what that stuff was all about. Being the polite lady Tracy is, she asked my mother if she would like to try some of her hummus. Mom was so taken off guard because she had obvisouly been busted glaring at someone's food that she just couldn't get her words together. So what came out was: "No thank you. I don't eat hummus...it's communist".


And that is where it all began...

change of direction

I know, I know. I haven't blogged in like a year! There probably isn't anyone readying this anymore so this really is just another way for me to talk to myself. But fortunately I do like myself, so I will just talk away.


I have decided to change the title and point of my blog. I honestly do not really think there ever really was a point in the first place. So, we have changed from "Chasing Your Dreams May Lead You Home" to "I Don't Eat Hummus...It's Communist" (don't worry, there is an explanation above).


So the new goal of this blog I was talking about, well, it's really just to ramble about amazing things my mom says and basically anything I feel like sharing with the world.