Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Roberta 2.0

I am part of the Randolph dynasty that is known in the Turlock, CA area. Well, in some circles. My grandparents were very involved in different ministries and had lots of "family" around town. I went to a thrift store where my grandma helped out all the time because they had some really cool stuff. It was right next to the post office. So, every time we went to the post office, my sister and I would beg my dad to take us into the store so that we could spend whatever little money we had. I loved the store because it was in an old house and you could go anywhere and find all kinds of trinkets and treasures. My grandma was not there but we went in just to look around. A woman comes up to me and asks, "Are you Roberta Randolph's granddaugher?" I said, "Yes, ma'am." She said, "I thought so. You look so much like her. You are a very beautiful young lady. Your grandmother is a wonderful woman." I said, "She is the best grandma! I hope to be just like her one day."

My grandma was an amazing woman. She taught me so much about how to be a woman of God and I thank her every day for all that she has taught me. She was never one to tell me that I needed to get married but always wanted what was best for me. I miss her so much. I hope to be half the woman she was. If I am at least that, I will be in great shape. Love you, Grandma.

Monday, February 27, 2012

Get Me A Sandwich!

This is going to be a short one but it makes me laugh.

My dad was an amazing guy. I loved him so much. He taught me so much but one of the things that I did not enjoy was when he would ask us to get him something. Whenever we got up or even if we were not getting up, he would ask us to make him a sandwich or get the remote or get him something to drink. 

It was awful. Well, as awful as it gets when children do not want to do something for their parents.

My sister and I would try to not even go to the bathroom so that we could avoid getting him something from the kitchen. It was so ridiculous. We were such pains. My dad was sick and most of the time he would just need us to get him a PB&J sandwich to help with his sugar levels but we didn't care. We were just lazy and did not want to do it. It is funny how now, I would do anything to have the opportunity to get him a PB&J again.

Friday, February 24, 2012


My family is a very musical family and my dad was no different. He used to sing in a quartet. My grandpa was a beautiful tenor. And I can hold a note or two. My dad was the pastor of a very small church. You know, the kind of church where the pastor's family did everything. Well, that meant that we were in charge of the music, too. I would sing, my dad would play the guitar, and my sister would play the piano. My dad was notorious for letting me know the morning of service what we were going to sing. This particular morning was special. We were celebrating the anniversary of another pastor's ministry. I was sitting in the pew just chillin'. My dad looks at me and motions that he wants me up there with him. So, I go up there and stand by him and he whispers in my ear "let's sing Heaven Came Down." I said yes because he was my dad but I was a little intimidated. There were a lot of people there.

We sang.

We sounded so good together.

I miss us singing. I miss hearing his voice. I miss everything about him. Even his laziness. I would love to go make him a sandwich right now. I know that sounds random and kind of stupid but I would do it in a heartbeat if it meant that I got to see him. I loved him dearly. Can't wait to see him again.

Thursday, February 23, 2012

My First Fish

Here is a memory that will always be in my heart. My family was big on fishing. My grandparents loved it. My parents loved it. My cousins loved it. I loved it. My grandpa had a worm bed that he was so proud of. Our favorite part of fishing was when we got to go out and get the worms. We got to find the biggest and juiciest and put them in our little Tupperware to carry with us to the canal.

It was my first time that I would actually fish on my own. I had my own little pole that was pink or something hotly like that. My grandpa showed me how string the worm onto the hook so that it will stay there. It was gross at first but you get used to it. So, I get the worm on there and cast my line. And I waited. And waited. And waited. And waited. And waited. Finally my pole started to shake! I got so excited!

My grandpa talked me through what to do. He kept telling me that can't just reel them in right away. I had to do a little give and take so they are tired out and will fight less. (I am pretty sure I remember hearing a joke pertaining to it being like trying to get a woman but it escapes me who said it. My guess would have been my cousin Al) I start in on my war with the fish. After about 5 minutes of this tug of war with the fish, I can finally see it! So, I reel him up to us and he is a smaller fish but I was still so proud! He was a 6 inch long catfish and I decided to call him Fred. My grandparents and dad were so excited for me! It was a great day and even better night. Fred was on the menu that night. And he tasted good.

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

I Love Lent

You have to love the Lenten season. It's about sacrifice and reflecting on our own lives and how we have put things that we shouldn't before our relationship with God. We reflect on the strength that Jesus had and how we can translate that to our own lives. I have been thinking about what I am going to give up for Lent and it has stumped me. I want to give up hitting the snooze button but I want it to be so much more than that. I want to make my mornings a better place for me. I want to get up and accomplish something rather than just trying to get 10 more minutes of sleep. So, what am I going to do?

Yep. I am going to blog in the mornings.

I am going to blog every morning for 40 days. I am going to talk about one memory that I have of my dad, grandpa, or grandma. I have so many wonderful memories that need to be shared. Life lessons. I want to share that with you all as well as write them down so that I can actually remember them. I was very fortunate to have such great role models in my life and I want to share that wisdom with everyone. Also, a lot of my stories are just going to be flat out funny and have no wisdom. Just awesomeness.

I am also going to shut my tv off at 11. I have realized that I watch way too much tv. It's only because it is there. So ridiculous. It is consuming way too much of my time and I need to start going to bed earlier and I know that shutting off my tv will definitely help.

I know that this is a lot for me so I would ask that you all keep praying for me to keep up with all of this. I know that I will need every prayer I can get. Feel free to ask me about these things. 

Here is my memory for today:
My dad was always a really heavy sleeper but when you woke him up he would be very much alive. He was taking a nap one day and I needed to talk to him. One thing you need to know about my dad is that he was in the Air Force for about 10 years. He had a group of friends who would mess with each other all the time. Well, during this time he had developed an automatic response for when he was woken up. He would swing. And when I went to wake him up, he did swing. Luckily, I have cat-like reflexes and dodged out of the way before he could hit me. It was a scary moment in my life. Hilarious afterward but still scary. There's my story for today.

Peace and Love.

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Focus On The Mountain

I know that I talked about choosing a template in my last post but I just had to come back to it because there was something else that interested me about the picture. If you look at it, you can see that there is a mountain in the background but the picture is focused on the rain.

Ain't that the truth.

I feel like sometimes I am too focused on the rain that I cannot see the wonderful mountain that is in the background. I know that rain is good for the earth. It helps things grow and brings renewal. It can also bring destruction. Maybe that is why I am so cognizant of the rain. I know that it can hurt and destroy. I know that it comes when you least expect it. I know that it always shows up when you don't want it.

Hm...maybe I need to change my perspective. If I were to look at the rain as a blessing rather than an inconvenience I would probably love it a lot more. Rain is great when you have the right equipment. You know, umbrellas, raincoat, rain boots, ability to stay inside until the rain stops. It can be real cozy when you are inside with a cup of coffee or awesome when you find some mud to slip around in.

I guess it is always about your perspective. Maybe someday I will be able to focus on the beautiful mountain and not just the rain.

Peace and Love.

Monday, February 20, 2012

It was the rain...

You know, I was looking at the different templates for the blogs. I went through all of them but I kept coming back to one. 

It was the rain.

I don't know why I was drawn to it so much but it really spoke to me. I guess I could say that it is kind of what I am going through right now. I am in a huge transition in my life. I don't know what is going to be happening and I am ok with that. I am finally able to feel as though I am beginning to give control to God. It has been a hard journey up to this point and I am just tired of trying to do it on my own. Not that I was by myself, but that I thought I could do it on my own strength.

So dumb.

I can't do anything on my own strength. I need God. I need my family. I need my friends. I have been crawling in the rain for a long time. Trying to find shelter or an umbrella. I guess I am starting to realize that they have been there the whole time trying to save me from the rain. Hopefully, I will be strong enough to accept the umbrella.

Peace and Love.

The 5th Anniversary of My Dad's Death

So, this day has come around every year for the past 5 years. 5 years. Damn. 5 years ago, I was normal. 5 years ago, my family was complete. 5 years ago, I didn’t have trouble sleeping every night. 5 years ago, the wisdom, love, and laughter of my dad was still there. You know, you think that I would miss the major things about him. It is the little things that were normal to me that I miss so much. The fact that I would always have someone to answer car questions. Being called “Baby Girl.” Getting kissed on the hand. Saying, “Good night, daddy” knowing that I will hear, “Good night, sweetie.” The long talks about life that used to occur at 2am. There are a few things that I miss the most:
  • For those of you that know me well know that I like to laugh. Well, that is definitely a family trait. My dad had the best laugh. It was one of those deep belly laughs that made his whole belly shake. This is where I learned to laugh without inhibitions. To laugh as loud and hard as I could and not be ashamed. If only there was a chance to hear it again.
  • My dad had a love for people that was infectious. I learned how to love others unconditionally. No matter who they are or what they have done. It is more important to show the love of God to them than to judge them. I loved this about my dad. He just had the ability to make people feel at ease and love him right on the spot.
  • The thing that I probably miss the most is the feeling that I am ok being who I am. As I got older, our conversations became just that…conversations. Not lectures. I was able to become my own person and was praised for doing so. I was able to have my own opinion and that was ok. You see, my mom and sister are a lot alike in their ways of thinking ab5out and dealing different issues. I am most like my dad and it is hard to not have that connection anymore. To have that one person that you want in your corner just not there. This has been the hardest transition to deal with.
I have been so blessed to have had such a wonderful relationship with a father who loved and was there for me. I have nothing but wonderful memories and life lessons to hold on to. Some could not even say that about the current relationship they have with their dad. Even though it is an awful and crippling feeling sometimes to know that I will not see him again in this life, I am honored for the opportunity to learn from him. The opportunity to be a part of his life. The opportunity to love him. It is such an interesting journey that I am on to continue to find healing from all of this and I can’t wait to see what God has in store for me.

To my dad: I love you. I miss you so much. You have been such a wonderful influence on my life and who I am turning into. Thank you for all you have taught me. I love you.
Oh, and the 49ers almost went to the Super Bowl! Wait, was that you? Haha. Calm down people. I’m kidding.