Monthly Archives: April 2016

Little Parenting Miracles, My Secret Talent, Cheesy Potatoes & Awesomesauce

There are so many things I want for my kids. I want them to be healthy and smart and happy and successful and work hard and make good decisions–not necessarily in that order–but I want all those things. I’m pretty sure all parents do. But lately my parenting conversations with family and friends have revolved around the different environment we are raising our children in compared to the climate in which we grew up. I know, I sound like one of those “good ol’ days farts” who talks about, well, the good old days. Oh well.

This is what it has come down to for me–I want my children to be good human beings. Kind, but willing to stand up for themselves and others. Tolerant, but steadfast in their beliefs. Inclusive, but not willing to conform. Now don’t ask me how I’m going to pull this off, because let’s be real, I’m figuring this whole parenting thing out on a day-by-day basis.

And let’s be even more real–I’ve got a long way to go. My kids are jackasses right now. Yes, jackasses. They are almost 3 and 5 years old and at the height of their toddler jackassery. It doesn’t mean I love them any less, they’re just “challenging” as my politically correct friends would say. And if you have kids in this age range that don’t act like jackasses here and there, holler at your girl so I can come to your house and learn from someone who is actually pulling it off.

In the meantime–until the toddler jackassery stage is over–we’re doing our best to take advantage of some teaching moments along the way. A couple of weeks ago, I missed one of Henry’s baseball games, and my husband gave me a full report on his performance (he had one hit off live pitching and a play in the field, in case you were wondering 😉 and something that happened while he was on base. There was a special needs child on the other team, and he kept trying to tag Henry out when he was on base. Henry got frustrated, and did’t exactly know how to handle the situation. Fortunately my husband was nearby and explained the situation to him, but it was still hard for him to grasp. He’s four. He was confused.

A few days later, I ran into my friend Amber McDonald and her mom at the ballpark. The McDonald family is a staple at Texas Rangers games, and Amber is one of the biggest and best fans I have come across in my 15 years of covering sports. That day, Amber invited me to come watch her play in one of her Miracle League games. Perfect timing. What an opportunity to show Henry what baseball is all about. So last Saturday, we went to watch Amber play. She was great. So were her teammates. So were her opponents. We cheered for all of them, and they deserved it.

WARNING!!! Cheesy mom moment coming. It may have been my proudest parenting moment to date, hearing Henry and Hattie yell, “Let’s go Amber! Way to go Amber!” They don’t know Amber, they just know she’s mommy’s friend, but they were so happy to root for Amber and her friends (until they were distracted by the possibility of popcorn and sodas ;). If you haven’t ever been to a Miracle League game, go. Whether or not you like baseball. Whether or not you have kids. Watching those kids play a game–with such joy and such appreciation for that moment in time–was .

So thank you, Amber, for inviting me to your game. Thank you for showing my kids that people’s differences can bring them together. Thank you for reminding me what pure joy looks like. You are a truly a treasure, and I am lucky to call you my friend.

Amber McDonald, member of the Miracle League White Rangers

Amber McDonald, member of the Miracle League Rangers.

Now for the Random Thought, Recipe and a new feature starting this week–a product I love aka Emily’s Awesomesauce 🙂

Random Thought

Sometimes I make my bed with such effort that I sweat. Seriously. I would put my bed-making skills up against anyone on this planet. Sheets must be crispy to ensure the best sleep possible. You may call it crazy…I call it dedication.


Cafe J’s (Lubbock, Texas) Cheesy Potatoes


  • 1 bag shredded hash browns (thawed)
  • 1 can cream of chicken soup
  • 2 cups of sour cream
  • 2 cups of shredded cheddar cheese
  • 1/2 tablespoon salt
  • 1/4 tablespoon white pepper
  • Dash of cayenne pepper


Mix all ingredients together in a medium casserole dish. Cook at 350 degrees for 30-35 minutes or until the edges are brown.

Emily’s Awesomesauce

So I’m going to give this a run. I sell a lot of products, but this won’t always be something I sell. And I vow to always disclose if I have paid for said product or gifted said product, in the spirit of full disclosure.

Gimme Brow by Benefit. $18 at Ulta.

Gimme Brow by Benefit. $18 at Ulta.

My inaugural awesome sauce is Gimme Brow by Benefit. The story behind it is great. I was at Ulta last week and asked one of the girls that worked there if she could point me in the right direction of an eyebrow booster (don’t ask–I had a bad waxing experience a few months ago, and it’s been a tough recovery). Anyway, another customer piped up and told me about this product and said it would change my life. It’s called Gimme Brow by Benefit, and that’s exactly what it does–gimme brows! The trick is to go against the grain on your eyebrows (it has a small, mascara-type brush) with the first coat, then straighten them out with the second coat. It’s awesome. Totally life-changing in an eyebrow kind of way 😉




Emily Jones McCoy is the dugout reporter for the Texas Rangers, owner and co-founder of Posh Play and iSantaCam, consultant for Rodan+Fields, and president of the Do It For Durrett Foundation. She has a husband (Mike), two children (Henry & Hattie), and a very small filter. You’ve been warned.

The Joys of OCD, Fake Lashes & Roasted Brussels Sprouts

I have a confession to make. I watch The Real Housewives of Just About Everywhere (except Potomac, because honestly, I have no idea where that is…and Dallas, because I can’t start any new series during baseball season). I realized I needed to come clean with this information after a conversation with Baltimore Orioles’ manager Buck Showalter last week. Yes, you read that right. The topic came up (yes, you read that right), and I denied ever watching the show.

Now instead of searching for the answer as to why I lied to Buck about watching the Real Housewives (which is a whole other blog post), I instead went digging deep within myself as to why I actually choose to spend my spare time watching such a useless show. It didn’t take me long to figure it out.

First off, it’s useless. It’s pointless. There is no thinking involved. The storylines are so ridiculous they are comical. After a long day of work, running around and being “mommied” to death by my kids, I welcome such useless, pointless, thoughtless things. I wish I could say I spent that time studying up on the policies and platforms of our presidential candidates. It is, after all, an election year. But let’s be real.

Perhaps more importantly, the Real Housewives make me feel like the most normal human being to ever walk this planet (or at least one of them). I’ve never flipped any tables or pulled out anyone’s weave, although it has crossed my mind a time or two ;). Don’t get me wrong—I’ve had more than my fair share of regretful, humiliating moments, I’ve just never invited television cameras to come along and document them (unless you count those slip ups during commercial breaks…see my first blog post for clarification).

My point is this—right or wrong (and I’m pretty sure it’s wrong)—I use these train wrecks to make myself feel a little less train wreck-y. Which brings me to the point of this blog. If you think you are a Type A, OCD-having, neurotic mess, let me return the favor, complete with pictures.

I am so Type A that I go room to room after the housekeeper leaves to put all of the shutters at the exact same angle and return all tabletop decor to it’s proper location.

I am so OCD that I have 8 email accounts, and I don’t go to sleep before that little red circle above the email icon is gone. In fact, I kind of hyperventilate when someone’s red circle has a number with a comma in it. I mean, what if there is something really important in one of those unread emails??? Who hasn’t read THOUSANDS of emails??? It stresses me out!!!

I am so neurotic that all of my husband’s shirts have to be facing the same direction (we share a closet)…and all must be on the thin, white, wire hangers. Except for the flannel shirts. Those are heavy and require a brown cardboard hanger. When the dry cleaning comes in, all the button downs are facing the wrong direction, so I fix them. Turn the hanger around and hang in accordance to color. And all is right with the world (or at least in my closet).


My poor husband. In my defense, he knew exactly what he was getting into. You can’t hide this level of crazy.

But I can use my Type A-ness for good, too. And this is where I might be able to help the “normal” person. At the beginning of each month, I download all the pictures from my camera and my iPhone to my computer, then upload them to a Shutterfly gallery and send them out to immediate family members. It’s a good way to make sure none of those precious photos disappear and keep loved ones in the loop!

Now cue the OCD. I order every picture that I upload and put them in chronological order in a photo album labeled by year. I want my kids to be able to look through photo albums the way I did as a kid…and I’m nuts 😉

Every picture that we have in our possession is in one of these albums. Someday we'll get bored and look at all of them. Seriously.

Every picture that we have in our possession is in one of these albums. Someday we’ll get bored and look at all of them. Seriously.

Anyway, there is some normal in my crazy, so hopefully you can take something from this post. If not, there’s always the random thought and the recipe!

Random Thought

If you’re a woman and you want to change your life in a very superficial way, get eyelash extensions. I got my first set almost five years ago, and I’ve never looked back. They’re not cheap, and it’s a total luxury, but I would give up a lot of other things before I’d give up my lashes. I don’t look like I just woke up when I don’t have makeup on, and I don’t have to spend 10 minutes applying mascara when I do wear makeup. They make me feel girlie, and I’m not very girlie. Don’t judge.


Courtesy of my sister, Sarah. I don’t have a picture of the finished product, but I do have a picture of the text message exchange between the two of us about the recipe. Listen people, I never claimed to be Martha Stewart. #blessmyheart

You say teaspoon, I say tablespoon...

You say teaspoon, I say tablespoon…

Roasted Brussels Sprouts

-2-3 dozen Brussels sprouts
-Olive oil
-Balsamic vinegar

Cut Brussels sprouts in half (stems off). Drizzle with olive oil, salt, pepper. Roast at 425 degrees for 20 minutes, stirring occasionally.

Mix 1 tablespoon olive oil, 1 tablespoon balsamic vinegar, 1 teaspoon honey. Drizzle over roasted Brussels sprouts and serve!

Say Nice Things To People

Say nice things to people. That’s it. Just say nice things to people. If you think something positive about someone, say it out loud–to them. They can’t read your mind, so just tell them! Why wouldn’t you want to be the person who makes someone’s day? That’s a pretty great feeling–maybe even better than being on the receiving end of a good compliment. So just say it–even if you’re a bit envious of it–that’s ok. It’s human nature. If someone is good at something–even better than you at something–tell them, congratulate them. It will make you feel good. I promise. (Unless you’re really messed up, and then I can’t help you ;).

But seriously, I feel like so many times I’ve thought nice things about people to myself and haven’t put them into words, largely because I’m envious. It sounds trivial and childish–and it is–but it’s true. And I’m working on it.

Here’s a very superficial example. Anyone who knows me knows I have the worst hair in America–it’s ok, I’ve come to grips with it. Well, the first time I met Kelly Gavin (Rangers photographer extraordinaire) and her flowing locks in the Texas summer heat, I was flat out jealous. Here she was looking gorgeous in mid-July sporting her giant camera and flowing golden locks, and my tired-ass, fine, thin hair was stuck to my head. In the beginning I just wished for that head of hair, so maybe I wouldn’t get so many tweets or Facebook messages about how bad mine is (yes, that really happens), and then one day I decided to tell her how great I thought her hair was. She was genuinely flattered. And that made me happy. And I think I’ve told her that everyday I’ve seen her since then. And you know what? It makes me happy.

I will never have Kelly Gavin’s hair, and that’s ok. This isn’t really about hair. It’s just a story to communicate a point. There are always things you are going to want for in life that others have. The most important thing is to appreciate the value that others bring to the table–and more importantly–what you bring to the table.

So compliment others. And compliment yourself. We all deserve to hear nice things.


Here’s a pic of the hair situation I’m talking about. I’m stuck in the middle of these two. This pic is of my dad and my daughter sitting together. I’m the tie that binds them. And I love it, bad hair and all.

during Game 3 of the ALDS between the Texas Rangers and the Toronto Blue Jays at Globe Life Park in Arlington, Texas on Sunday, October 11, 2015. (Louis DeLuca/The Dallas Morning News)

And here’s Goldie Locks herself, Kelly Gavin 🙂

And because I have OCD and feel the need to keep with my formula of how to make a killer blog (main subject + random thought + recipe), see below for the latter two.

Random thought. You’re in an airplane. 20,000 feet up. Traveling 400 mph. You jump and hang in the air for three seconds. Why don’t end up at the back of the plane???

Recipe. While you’re thinking about that, try out this gourmet recipe for turkey tacos (look out Martha Stewart 😉


1 lb. ground turkey
1 jar of taco sauce
1 packet of taco seasoning
1 can of Rotel
1 can of black beans
1 package of quinoa in a bag (cooked)
Garlic salt
Corn & flour tortillas
Shredded cheese


Brown turkey. Mix in taco sauce, seasoning, Rotel, beans and cooked quinoa. Season with garlic salt and pepper. Top tacos with avocado and shredded cheese.

Grab a southwest salad in a bag, and you’re set.


Perfect Timing

Tomorrow is Opening Day. Thank goodness. It’s been a tough couple of weeks since my dad passed away unexpectedly. I’m not going to lie. It sucks. Bad. If you’ve ever lost someone close to you (and who hasn’t), you know just how bad it sucks.

But this is what I’ve learned over the last two weeks–I am damn lucky. I am surrounded by the most ridiculously caring and supportive people I could ever imagine. The things people have done and said to show my family love is beyond any amount of thank you’s I could ever say.

And this–by and large, people are kind. Just when you think the world is full of a bunch of a-holes, people go out and totally redeem themselves. I can’t tell you how much every text, call, comment and message meant. I read every one of them, and each brought me comfort.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

Tomorrow, it’s back to work. And it’s time.

It’s time for Elvis to make fun of my purse. It’s time for Rougie to hide said purse in some random location in the clubhouse and blame it on Elvis. It’s time for Adrian to avoid interviews with me at all cost. It’s time for Prince to sneak up on me and scream in my ear so loud I almost wet my pants.

It’s time. And I’m ready. And I’m thankful for this whirlwind known as baseball season.

And finally, in keeping with my unproven formula on how to make a killer blog (main subject + random thought + recipe = blog), I offer up the remaining two elements below:

Random thought. I transferred my dad’s email to my phone shortly after he passed away, to make sure all of his business dealings were addressed. Apparently my dad was highly interested in the relationship status of Gwen Stefani and Blake Shelton, because he receives no less than 10 emails per day pertaining to the latest news involving the celebrity couple. I guess he took his love of The Voice seriously.

Recipe. For two years of high school, it was just me and my dad at home. About once a week, I would attempt to cook for the two of us, so we didn’t have to hit up Furr’s or Burger King again. Chicken teriyaki was my go-to and my dad’s favorite. Don’t clown. I was 16. And it really is pretty good.


  • 4 chicken breasts
  • 1 large can of sliced pineapple
  • Teriyaki sauce
  • Garlic salt
  • Pepper


Season chicken breasts with garlic salt, pepper and teriyaki sauce. Place in a 15″x9″ casserole dish. Pour juice from pineapple into the dish. Place pineapple slices on top of and surrounding the chicken. Douce with teriyaki sauce. Cover with foil. Cook at 375 degrees for 35 minutes. Grab a pre-made bagged salad and some Minute Rice and you’re good to go 😉