I am not going to lie to you. The last 5 years here at the ol' Radio Ranch have not been easy. We have been owned by an out-of-state group that didn't really care what we were doing or how we were doing it. But the few, hardened broadcast professionals like Kelley, Shelly, Dedi, Cathy, Mike and I held on by our fingernails hoping that we would get sold to someone who would just give a damn.
Imagine our surprise and delight when the very man that started Kicks 99 in 2001 (Tommy Vascocu) bought us back in July! We have all new equipment, owners that pay attention to what we are doing both on and off the air, and a General Manager (John Moesch) who is here every day and understands BOTH sides of the microphone because he has done what Mike and I do every morning!
So all of us who have been here through the hard times and are now enjoying the re-birth of our beloved radio stations, and our new full and part time employees, had our Christmas Party last night. A lovely dinner at Venezia. It is the first Christmas party we have had in years and we had a blast! You get a bunch of radio people together, give them a little wine and beer, and no one shuts up...especially me!
Mike and I agreed as we were driving home last night that it was good to just sit down and laugh with everyone. And it was good knowing next year will be much better than this one. And, finally, it was good to just be joyful with people who are so much more than co-workers. They are truly family.
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Really? Is That Necessary?
Everyone talks about how Christmas has changed. How people seem to just get crabbier and less civil as the "Festive Season" goes on. More "Bah-Humbugs" and fewer "Merry Christmases". Well, I am going to go out on a limb here and say it is all in what you want to hold on to, and that includes your sense of humor!
Yesterday, Mike and I experienced opposite ends of the spectrum when it comes to human behavior. We went to Albertson's to do a little grocery shopping. We got in line behind a young woman who was shopping with her mother. She had forgotten her ID so they wouldn't let her buy a bottle of wine. She finished checking out without the wine. Just as she finished her mother came up, cut right in front of us to buy her few items. The young woman then asked her mother to buy the wine for her. When the manager told her they could not do that she got really upset, VERY loud and profane! The whole store could hear her. We felt so sorry for the cashier!
But as we left, all I could think of was something an old friend of ours used to say when he was disgusted..."Some people's children..." and we laughed at how ridiculous that woman made herself look.
At the opposite end of the spectrum, Mike and I are refinancing our home. We ran into a snag that was going to hold up the entire process until next year if we didn't get it cleared up. We went into the Citibank branch on Andrews Hiway and talked to the branch manager, Matthew Zentner. He spent hours with us getting the problem sorted. He then continued to follow up on the matter until the problem was resolved, the paperwork was done, and we were able to close on the refinance yesterday afternoon! And we weren't even refinancing with Citibank!
Matthew just went above and beyond good service...and was endlessly patient with us. THAT is the human spirit we choose to think of during the holidays! Hold on to the little (or big) things that people do for you and others that exemplify the best in all of us, and have a Merry Christmas!
Yesterday, Mike and I experienced opposite ends of the spectrum when it comes to human behavior. We went to Albertson's to do a little grocery shopping. We got in line behind a young woman who was shopping with her mother. She had forgotten her ID so they wouldn't let her buy a bottle of wine. She finished checking out without the wine. Just as she finished her mother came up, cut right in front of us to buy her few items. The young woman then asked her mother to buy the wine for her. When the manager told her they could not do that she got really upset, VERY loud and profane! The whole store could hear her. We felt so sorry for the cashier!
But as we left, all I could think of was something an old friend of ours used to say when he was disgusted..."Some people's children..." and we laughed at how ridiculous that woman made herself look.
At the opposite end of the spectrum, Mike and I are refinancing our home. We ran into a snag that was going to hold up the entire process until next year if we didn't get it cleared up. We went into the Citibank branch on Andrews Hiway and talked to the branch manager, Matthew Zentner. He spent hours with us getting the problem sorted. He then continued to follow up on the matter until the problem was resolved, the paperwork was done, and we were able to close on the refinance yesterday afternoon! And we weren't even refinancing with Citibank!
Matthew just went above and beyond good service...and was endlessly patient with us. THAT is the human spirit we choose to think of during the holidays! Hold on to the little (or big) things that people do for you and others that exemplify the best in all of us, and have a Merry Christmas!
Monday, December 17, 2012
The Boy Is Home!
Eric came home from Fort Riley on Saturday. If I never saw him, I would know he was home just from the condition of the guest room and the smell.
I keep hoping the Army will train him to keep his room tidy. Wrong. I guess even the Army cannot train the "pigpen" out of the boy. Honestly, when he left yesterday morning to go mess around with his ROTC buddies from high school, I made the mistake of looking into his room. OMG!!! And the smell! It was as if he had never left home.
My friend, Rachel Dobbs, had warned me. Her oldest son went into the Army as well. He is even a Sergeant, and when he comes home his room looks just like it did when he was a teenager. And they manage this in the space of only a few minutes! On the other hand, Eric is certainly more mature now. But not TOO mature. He is kind of on a par with his father.
He says the room is only messy because his wife, Lilly, is in San Angelo visiting her family. She comes in today. He says she will whip the room into shape in no time. I feel sorry for her. But I DID warn her before they got married! Smell and mess aside, my baby boy is home! I don't really care what his room looks like, as long as he is in it!
I keep hoping the Army will train him to keep his room tidy. Wrong. I guess even the Army cannot train the "pigpen" out of the boy. Honestly, when he left yesterday morning to go mess around with his ROTC buddies from high school, I made the mistake of looking into his room. OMG!!! And the smell! It was as if he had never left home.
My friend, Rachel Dobbs, had warned me. Her oldest son went into the Army as well. He is even a Sergeant, and when he comes home his room looks just like it did when he was a teenager. And they manage this in the space of only a few minutes! On the other hand, Eric is certainly more mature now. But not TOO mature. He is kind of on a par with his father.
He says the room is only messy because his wife, Lilly, is in San Angelo visiting her family. She comes in today. He says she will whip the room into shape in no time. I feel sorry for her. But I DID warn her before they got married! Smell and mess aside, my baby boy is home! I don't really care what his room looks like, as long as he is in it!
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Christmas Movies
A lyric in Taylor Swift's latest song "Begin Again" got me thinking about how many families out there that have a tradition of watching certain Christmas movies during the season? Our family does! Mike and I have buckled under the pressure from our kids not to play "A Christmas Story" anymore for awhile. So we watch it ourselves before everyone else arrives. They just don't get that movie I guess.
Oddly enough, they all love "White Christmas" with Bing Crosby and Danny Kaye! This is one that we watch several times during the season. I think the kids love this one because Mike will invariably do a running commentary on it that makes it really hilarious. My real favorite is "Holiday Inn" with Bing. I have loved that movie since I was 10 years old. I usually watch this one alone. Mike has a couple of old favorites as well. He loves the 1951 version of "A Christmas Carole" with Alistair Sim. He also loves a made-for-tv movie from the 70's called "The Gathering" with Ed Asner. It is fun to watch just for the really bad 70's fashion!
As a family, we all love "National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation", "Love Actually", "The Holiday" and we have added "Four Christmases". Mike, Adam and Eric have requested we add "Die Hard" and "Lethal Weapon" as they take place at Christmas. They call them the "gunfire and tinsel" movies.
We don't watch animated movies, the kids have never been fans. Our family also has a pretty twisted sense of humor so there are a lot of "sweet and sensitive" Christmas movies that just don't make the cut at our house. Our poor little brand new daughter-in-law, Lilly, really isn't going to know what hit her this Christmas. On the other hand, she married Eric so she must have some idea!
Oddly enough, they all love "White Christmas" with Bing Crosby and Danny Kaye! This is one that we watch several times during the season. I think the kids love this one because Mike will invariably do a running commentary on it that makes it really hilarious. My real favorite is "Holiday Inn" with Bing. I have loved that movie since I was 10 years old. I usually watch this one alone. Mike has a couple of old favorites as well. He loves the 1951 version of "A Christmas Carole" with Alistair Sim. He also loves a made-for-tv movie from the 70's called "The Gathering" with Ed Asner. It is fun to watch just for the really bad 70's fashion!
As a family, we all love "National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation", "Love Actually", "The Holiday" and we have added "Four Christmases". Mike, Adam and Eric have requested we add "Die Hard" and "Lethal Weapon" as they take place at Christmas. They call them the "gunfire and tinsel" movies.
We don't watch animated movies, the kids have never been fans. Our family also has a pretty twisted sense of humor so there are a lot of "sweet and sensitive" Christmas movies that just don't make the cut at our house. Our poor little brand new daughter-in-law, Lilly, really isn't going to know what hit her this Christmas. On the other hand, she married Eric so she must have some idea!
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Rutabega
Every year at Christmas I do something for Mike and Eric that I won't do at any other time of the year. I fix rutabega. Blech. This is a dish Mike's mother made for his dad. For Mike, it has always been a part of the holidays. His dad loved rutabega, Mike loves rutabega, and now Eric loves rutabega. They are the only three people I know in the world who eat it.
The food that was always on MY holiday table is my mother's cinnamon applesauce jello. It was always my favorite food at Christmas and it is now the favorite of my "normal" family members. Anyway, Mike's mother taught me how to fix rutabega the way Mike likes it. First, peel it (easier said than done) cube it and boil the hell out of it. WARNING...you will smell the hell being boiled out! The aroma of boiling dirty socks is the way I would describe it. Then mash it up with butter and salt.
Mike and his family have introduced me to many culinary delights over the years. Scottish meat pies, fern cakes, scones with Cornish clotted cream (perfection!) real fish and chips, haggis (NOT perfection!) black pudding (also NOT perfection!). I can make a pretty good Shepherd's Pie and some very good shortbread. I don't know if the rutabega that I fix is good...I won't even taste it.
When I was checking out at Wal-Mart yesterday, I had to explain rutabega to the young cashier. Let's just say, I am NOT a great "Rutabega Ambassador". I don't think she will ever cook one.
The food that was always on MY holiday table is my mother's cinnamon applesauce jello. It was always my favorite food at Christmas and it is now the favorite of my "normal" family members. Anyway, Mike's mother taught me how to fix rutabega the way Mike likes it. First, peel it (easier said than done) cube it and boil the hell out of it. WARNING...you will smell the hell being boiled out! The aroma of boiling dirty socks is the way I would describe it. Then mash it up with butter and salt.
Mike and his family have introduced me to many culinary delights over the years. Scottish meat pies, fern cakes, scones with Cornish clotted cream (perfection!) real fish and chips, haggis (NOT perfection!) black pudding (also NOT perfection!). I can make a pretty good Shepherd's Pie and some very good shortbread. I don't know if the rutabega that I fix is good...I won't even taste it.
When I was checking out at Wal-Mart yesterday, I had to explain rutabega to the young cashier. Let's just say, I am NOT a great "Rutabega Ambassador". I don't think she will ever cook one.
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
We Must Have Done Something Right
As we get closer to Christmas this year I have realized that the excitement for the holiday has come full circle. When we were young, we would get excited to a fever pitch for the presents under the tree and what Santa would bring. Now we get excited about just having our family together again.
And the best feeling is that they are just as excited about coming home! We hear from Eric at least twice a day as his trip home approaches. He and Lilly are coming in from Fort Riley, Kansas on Saturday and we are beside ourselves with excitement. But our little homesick soldier is even more so. He texted me the other day saying, "It is 26 degrees at troop with a wind chill of 3. It's moments like this that I think in a few days I'll be at the cabin with a hot toddie and a fire, family and a movie. It's the little things y'all have done for me that get me through the hardest moments in my job." Wow. Made me cry.
I also love that our oldest son Adam would rather be at the cabin with us for Christmas than anywhere else. We understand that once you marry you have to split your Christmases with your spouses family. Fortunately, Sara's family has a cabin in Ruidoso which makes it easier for them to spend time with two families. I thank her for being generous enough to share time with us every Christmas. I know that some years that has been a struggle and we appreciate her sweet thoughtfulness and her family for sharing her with us.
All those years we decorated the tree, put the snow villiages up, cooked and baked and felt un-appreciated through it all...we must have done something right. For you mom's and dad's out there...keep doing what you are doing to build traditions and joy and family time with your children and they will always want to come home. And remember, it isn't what is under the Christmas tree that matters to them as they get older. It is what you do around the tree.
And the best feeling is that they are just as excited about coming home! We hear from Eric at least twice a day as his trip home approaches. He and Lilly are coming in from Fort Riley, Kansas on Saturday and we are beside ourselves with excitement. But our little homesick soldier is even more so. He texted me the other day saying, "It is 26 degrees at troop with a wind chill of 3. It's moments like this that I think in a few days I'll be at the cabin with a hot toddie and a fire, family and a movie. It's the little things y'all have done for me that get me through the hardest moments in my job." Wow. Made me cry.
I also love that our oldest son Adam would rather be at the cabin with us for Christmas than anywhere else. We understand that once you marry you have to split your Christmases with your spouses family. Fortunately, Sara's family has a cabin in Ruidoso which makes it easier for them to spend time with two families. I thank her for being generous enough to share time with us every Christmas. I know that some years that has been a struggle and we appreciate her sweet thoughtfulness and her family for sharing her with us.
All those years we decorated the tree, put the snow villiages up, cooked and baked and felt un-appreciated through it all...we must have done something right. For you mom's and dad's out there...keep doing what you are doing to build traditions and joy and family time with your children and they will always want to come home. And remember, it isn't what is under the Christmas tree that matters to them as they get older. It is what you do around the tree.
Monday, December 10, 2012
No More Moving.
I went to 14 different schools in 11 years of school. I graduated from a high school in Kansas that I never actually attended because I had all the credits I needed! My mom had always wanted to travel beyond the small world of Grand Junction, Colorado but her dad said "NO!" when she wanted to join the military out of high school. So we moved around Colorado, then California, then Kansas. As soon as I could, I moved myself back "home" to Colorado and went to college in Boulder.
Anyway, Midland is the only place I have ever called home for longer than 5 years! There are many habits and problems that come from moving so much. First, they say 3 moves equals a fire in terms property loss, etc. So I have very little of my childhood left. I have our three stockings (Mark, Dana and Troy painted in silver glitter on very grubby felt) and I have three little stuffed reindeer (red, green and white) that my paternal grandmother gave us when I was about 5. Mine is the red one with the little bracelet pinned around it's neck so everyone knows it is the girl deer! That's it. That is the entire collection from when I was a child. And I only recently found the little deer in the attic. They were still in a square "go-go boots" box! How is THAT for making one feel old!!
So now I have a wonderful antique cedar chest that my mother gave me when I graduated from college and I call that my "Stuff My Kids Did Trunk". I have everything in there from the outfits they wore home from the hospital to their graduation caps and gowns. The second problem I have from moving every six months of my life is that I get restless if I am in one house too long. Mike lived in 2 houses total until he was 18 and he told me right at the beginning of our marriage that we would NOT be moving every 6 months! So now I just re-arrange furniture and paint walls. It's better, I don't have to pack!
Anyway, Midland is the only place I have ever called home for longer than 5 years! There are many habits and problems that come from moving so much. First, they say 3 moves equals a fire in terms property loss, etc. So I have very little of my childhood left. I have our three stockings (Mark, Dana and Troy painted in silver glitter on very grubby felt) and I have three little stuffed reindeer (red, green and white) that my paternal grandmother gave us when I was about 5. Mine is the red one with the little bracelet pinned around it's neck so everyone knows it is the girl deer! That's it. That is the entire collection from when I was a child. And I only recently found the little deer in the attic. They were still in a square "go-go boots" box! How is THAT for making one feel old!!
So now I have a wonderful antique cedar chest that my mother gave me when I graduated from college and I call that my "Stuff My Kids Did Trunk". I have everything in there from the outfits they wore home from the hospital to their graduation caps and gowns. The second problem I have from moving every six months of my life is that I get restless if I am in one house too long. Mike lived in 2 houses total until he was 18 and he told me right at the beginning of our marriage that we would NOT be moving every 6 months! So now I just re-arrange furniture and paint walls. It's better, I don't have to pack!
Friday, December 7, 2012
LIVE BROADCASTS ARE DANGEROUS!
One of the amazing things that Mike and I get to do in the course of our "work" is emcee really fun stuff! Tomorrow night we get to emcee (along with Jay Hendricks) the Downtown Midland Lighted Christmas Parade. We love doing these things in our community because we get to see and meet so many people, we have so much fun, AND it keeps us on our toes!!
Whenever we do a LIVE event there is always the possibility of making a really embarassing faux pas. I remember a few years ago, we were emceeing the parade with Jimmy Patterson and he said "Here come the Citizen's on Parole" instead of "Citizens on Patrol". We still laugh about that (because it wasn't our mistake).
After many, many years of doing a live morning show Mike and I have learned to be really careful when speaking publicly. But if we make a funny mistake (or a stupid one) we are generally forgiven because we are just a couple of clowns anyway. However, Jay Hendricks cannot be a clown because he has to remain credible as a "journalist". Frankly, we are surprised that the powers that be at CBS7 even allow him anywhere near us. We have been known to be a bad influence. Just sayin'!
Hopefully we will see all of you at the parade tomorrow night! We will be the clowns sitting by Jay Hendricks.
Whenever we do a LIVE event there is always the possibility of making a really embarassing faux pas. I remember a few years ago, we were emceeing the parade with Jimmy Patterson and he said "Here come the Citizen's on Parole" instead of "Citizens on Patrol". We still laugh about that (because it wasn't our mistake).
After many, many years of doing a live morning show Mike and I have learned to be really careful when speaking publicly. But if we make a funny mistake (or a stupid one) we are generally forgiven because we are just a couple of clowns anyway. However, Jay Hendricks cannot be a clown because he has to remain credible as a "journalist". Frankly, we are surprised that the powers that be at CBS7 even allow him anywhere near us. We have been known to be a bad influence. Just sayin'!
Hopefully we will see all of you at the parade tomorrow night! We will be the clowns sitting by Jay Hendricks.
Thursday, December 6, 2012
Walking The Line
I have noticed that the line between parent and child gets much, much thinner as both mom and I get older. My mother mentioned the other day that she went to Wal-Mart to pick up a prescription, and since it was a nice cool day she decided to take her little dog Maggie with her. Leaving Maggie in the car she ran in for her prescription. After paying out she started looking for her car keys and couldn't find them! She went back to the pharmacy and looked, asked around, and finally decided she might have to call me to go get the extra key so she could get into her car.
However, when she got back to her car she found the keys in the ignition, the car was running and Maggie was sitting in the drivers seat waiting for her! Now, I have always said my mother has a Guardian Angel that really works overtime for her but this is ridiculous!! It is so strange to think that back when I was starting to drive she warned me about doing just this very thing!
Mom always keeps a Garmin on her dashboard because she has been known to get lost... in Midland! Last night she pointed out that her nice, soft turtleneck had been itching her neck all day. As she was getting ready for bed she realized she had worn it backwards all day and it was the tag that was itching her throat.
Fortunately, mom has kept her sense of humor! She is also still sharp as a tack when it comes to so many other things.
But that line is getting thinner and I am beginning to think she wants to be an irresponsible teenager again. And that's fine, as long as she doesn't lace up the old roller skates and go back to her car-hop days! My mother on roller skates would even be beyond her Guardian Angel's capabilities!
However, when she got back to her car she found the keys in the ignition, the car was running and Maggie was sitting in the drivers seat waiting for her! Now, I have always said my mother has a Guardian Angel that really works overtime for her but this is ridiculous!! It is so strange to think that back when I was starting to drive she warned me about doing just this very thing!
Mom always keeps a Garmin on her dashboard because she has been known to get lost... in Midland! Last night she pointed out that her nice, soft turtleneck had been itching her neck all day. As she was getting ready for bed she realized she had worn it backwards all day and it was the tag that was itching her throat.
Fortunately, mom has kept her sense of humor! She is also still sharp as a tack when it comes to so many other things.
But that line is getting thinner and I am beginning to think she wants to be an irresponsible teenager again. And that's fine, as long as she doesn't lace up the old roller skates and go back to her car-hop days! My mother on roller skates would even be beyond her Guardian Angel's capabilities!
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
Officially NUTS!!
Mike has come up with what he thinks is a BRILLIANT idea!! He is going to take his boys, Adam and Eric, and go snow camping!! Go up the canyon from the cabin, pitch a tent (in 15 degree weather) and spend the night doing guy things (like freezing their @#*# off)!
Eric thinks this is a great idea! Of course, he does this all the time at Fort Riley. He texted me this morning saying it was 15 degrees with a wind chill of 3 and they were out doing PT! And he is anxious to show his dad and his brother what he has learned as a 4-4 Cav. Scout sniper. I am not sure Adam even knows about these nefarious plans for his Christmas vacation.
I think Mike just wants some time with his boys. He is surrounded by women now that Eric is in Kansas and he wants some shooting and swearing and burping but he doesn't want that from me (thank God). In addition to that, Eric spent 6 days in hell this year...also known as Somalia. Officially, he was escorting a NATO humanitarian aid convoy through Mogadishu. However, it was a nightmare of an experience that included combat and near death experiences and things no 20 year old American kid should see. It was also 6 of the longest days we, as parents, have ever experienced. And for us it was a glimpse of what parents of soldiers go through for months at a time when they are deployed.
So they will go camping for a freezing night and share stories around a campfire and make memories that will last a lifetime (if they survive). And we girls will stay in the warm cabin, watch chick flicks, drink wine and make memories that will last a lifetime. And WE will sleep in warm beds!
Eric thinks this is a great idea! Of course, he does this all the time at Fort Riley. He texted me this morning saying it was 15 degrees with a wind chill of 3 and they were out doing PT! And he is anxious to show his dad and his brother what he has learned as a 4-4 Cav. Scout sniper. I am not sure Adam even knows about these nefarious plans for his Christmas vacation.
I think Mike just wants some time with his boys. He is surrounded by women now that Eric is in Kansas and he wants some shooting and swearing and burping but he doesn't want that from me (thank God). In addition to that, Eric spent 6 days in hell this year...also known as Somalia. Officially, he was escorting a NATO humanitarian aid convoy through Mogadishu. However, it was a nightmare of an experience that included combat and near death experiences and things no 20 year old American kid should see. It was also 6 of the longest days we, as parents, have ever experienced. And for us it was a glimpse of what parents of soldiers go through for months at a time when they are deployed.
So they will go camping for a freezing night and share stories around a campfire and make memories that will last a lifetime (if they survive). And we girls will stay in the warm cabin, watch chick flicks, drink wine and make memories that will last a lifetime. And WE will sleep in warm beds!
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
Feeling Threatened
Today, Nashville Kat talked about the really petty complaint that Brandy DeGlanville made against Leann Rimes. Brandy doesn't like Leann referring to HER two sons as "my boys". Whenever I hear about this kind of stuff I think back to when I felt just as "threatened".
When my son Adam was about a year old, his father needed to leave us and go to his family in Houston to get well. He had a chemical imbalance in his brain that brought on deep depression and he needed a safe place to go through all the testing and therapy that would fix it. So it was just Adam and me for awhile.
By the time Adam's father got his life back on track it had been a couple of years. He wanted to be back in his son's life. I was thinking about re-marrying at the time and really struggled with not wanting Adam to be confused by two fathers, not wanting to share him with his father in Houston, all the selfish thoughts of a very scared and threatened mother.
Then I was driving to work one early morning and pulled over to the side of the road, overwhelmed by fear I started to pray..."please Lord, change his mind about wanting to come back into Adam's life..." and I heard, clear as a bell, "No. But I will change your heart!" And at that moment God made me see that it would always be better for Adam to have his father in his life and that it would be even better for him to have TWO good men in his life. And it has been! Both of his fathers have taught him many different things about life. And he tells me he loves them both so much, and that he has loved having two fathers.
So Brandy, just shut up, love your sons and let the other mother in their lives love them too. Children never suffer from too many people loving them. They only suffer when a parent is too selfish to let that happen.
When my son Adam was about a year old, his father needed to leave us and go to his family in Houston to get well. He had a chemical imbalance in his brain that brought on deep depression and he needed a safe place to go through all the testing and therapy that would fix it. So it was just Adam and me for awhile.
By the time Adam's father got his life back on track it had been a couple of years. He wanted to be back in his son's life. I was thinking about re-marrying at the time and really struggled with not wanting Adam to be confused by two fathers, not wanting to share him with his father in Houston, all the selfish thoughts of a very scared and threatened mother.
Then I was driving to work one early morning and pulled over to the side of the road, overwhelmed by fear I started to pray..."please Lord, change his mind about wanting to come back into Adam's life..." and I heard, clear as a bell, "No. But I will change your heart!" And at that moment God made me see that it would always be better for Adam to have his father in his life and that it would be even better for him to have TWO good men in his life. And it has been! Both of his fathers have taught him many different things about life. And he tells me he loves them both so much, and that he has loved having two fathers.
So Brandy, just shut up, love your sons and let the other mother in their lives love them too. Children never suffer from too many people loving them. They only suffer when a parent is too selfish to let that happen.
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