Missy and her 25 Random Weirdness Things HAHAHA!!!

25 Random things.........what else is there to do at 4am?

by Emily Dalton Bentz (Notes) on Thursday, January 29, 2009 at 4:21am

1) I re-apply lotion and chapstick at least 26 times a day.

2) I haven’t slept through the night in over two years (with the exception of when I broke my elbow and the ER gave me horse tranquilizers, I then slept for 21 hours straight)

3) Even though I am almost 30 years old I still call my mom “Mommy”, it’s her name, accept it.

4) In the safety and privacy of my car I sing like it’s my job (trust me y'all I can’t carry a tune in a bucket)

5) I am a diehard romantic; I’ve seriously considered writing a book of ideas about 103 times. I have to do something with all of these ideas swirling in my brain and I only have so many guy friends that I can help.

6) I am IMPOSSIBLE to surprise (my wheels never stop turning and I am always investigating so pulling something off without me knowing………..yep, impossible.)

7) I love the smell of mens cologne.....seriously I have a Yankee candle that smells just like it (Mid Summers Night anyone?)

8) I believe that a nap is the world’s best attitude adjustment. As Isaac (my pastor) says “sometimes the best thing you can do for those around you is take a nap” :)

9) The wind always makes me think of God. You can’t see it but you can feel it…..enough said.

10) I have a thing with numbers; I’m always counting in my head (Save the Rainman jokes)

11) I also have a thing with touch, I have to know how everything feels between my fingers

12) I cannot sit with my back to the door - it freaks me out

13) I have a nervous stomach – if I am sad, upset, mad, scared, anxious, etc. I can’t eat

14) I am horrible with words, However I can express to you how I’m feeling through lyrics – I have thousands of lyrics stored in my brain and I can give you a song for every situation (ask any of my friends, they can vouch for me on this)

15) I believe “actions speak louder than words”

16) I practice what I preach (most of the time)

17) I want to be someone’s number one priority – I will not settle for “somewhere in the Top 10” ever again.

18) I wish I had long lucious hair......I've seriously considered a "weave" more times than 9.

19) I love Hallmark more than the average person, buying cards makes me happy. Randomly sending them to those I love; pure joy. I once had a flight from LGA to MCO sitting next to a Hallmark VP of Something. 2 hours of talking cards – It was awesome.

20) I want love (and not the rainbows and butterflies kind) I want raw, honest, faithful, true love. The inconvenient, life changing, can’t live without each other, my soul finally feels at rest love.

21) My Life List keeps getting bigger

22) I still sleep with my 26 year old Care Bear

23) I bruise easily (both physically and emotionally)

24) I love to be held, it makes me feel safe. (Ask my grandma, I still sit in her lap when I go back home)

25) My head is always in the clouds. I am constantly admiring the sky; the stars, moon, sunrise and sunsets. Thank you Mommy as you instilled this love in me long, long ago.

Childbirth with Missy...My style... (Yes, I was pretty STOOPID)

             Childbirth with Missy...My style... (Yes, I was pretty STOOPID)
Being pregnant was amazing, after I got done being sick.. I was totally fascinated with my belly and would watch the baby, rolling around and kicking, for hours on end.. I loved my fat little tummy.. I used to be incredibly impatient and as the weeks turned into months, I was ready to have my baby already.. Well, we all know you can't rush Mother Nature.. But then again, Mother Nature had never met me.. I never knew whether I was having a boy or girl until the Dr held the baby up and said, "You have a girl!".. With Missy, I was 3 1/2 weeks away from my due date when Dr Robinson informs me that I am only a few days away from going into labor.. Are you kidding me?? I was actually just days away from being a mommy?? Well, by all means lets get this show on the road.. With his warning to not waste a second if I thought there was any chance I was in labor, I went home.. Home was on the Douglas/Taney County line on Hwy 76.. If you are familiar at all with the area, you know how very far away I was from Springfield.. That was on Friday.. By Monday, I had waited nicely as long as I was going to.. So, I'm thinking that since I "understood" the dynamics of a pregnancy, that a soft jolt wouldn't hurt me or the baby.. (I can't believe I'm putting this out there for the world to read..) Anyway, I stood in the doorway of the bedroom, took a couple of long strides and launched myself like a rocket onto the bed.. It was a fairly easy launch and a pretty soft landing on my backside.. I bounced fairly gently, got up, and did it yet again.. One more time for luck and I settled down for the night.. Fast forward to Tuesday afternoon on June 19th, 1979.. By lunch I'm noticing that my little tummy ache has a distinct pattern to it.. Like every 40 minutes.. I was sure I had plenty of time, if it was in fact labor, but I called my Dr just to make sure.. He tells me to get my butt up there.. RIGHT NOW!! That's hard to do when you are your only ride.. Haying and milking put me at the bottom of the importance list and I was on my own for just an hour maybe.. I mean my pains were pretty far apart.. I had plenty of time.. So, as I wait for Missy's dad to get home from work I decide to clean off the front seat so we could leave immediately.. As I leaned in the window of my car to get my keys, all hell broke loose.. I was talking to my mother-in-law as I was standing there and I just yelped.. My water had broken and I was immediately launched into hard labor.. By that, I mean that my pains were maybe 30-45 seconds apart at the most.. Even as I stood there with water puddling on the sidewalk, it still didn't make sense that this baby was going to be in that big of a hurry.. Wrong answer!! To be fair, we both thought I still had plenty of time and we knew that Missy's dad would be there very soon to take me.. She did not mean it the way it may have sounded, and when she said, "You picked a fine time to go into labor.", I totally understood what she meant.. The timing could not have been any worse.. If you have ever been on a dairy farm you understand how critical milking on time is.. If she had taken me, the cows would have been hours late being milked.. That can devastate a healthy herd for a while in a lot of very different ways.. So, she would run down to the barn, try to get the cows ready, then run back to the house to check on me.. She is not the bad guy here.. Just part of the story.. She never dreamed that this baby was not going to wait 30 minutes.. It didn't take very many minutes before I knew I didn't have that kind of time.. On her second trip back to the house I told her I had called my Aunt June, who lived about 20 minutes away, and that she was on her way to get me.. LaQuita loaded me in the truck and like a NASCAR racer (I'm not kidding one bit!) she flew up the hwy to meet her and pass me off.. Then the race was really on down 76 Hwy, headed toward GoodHope and Springfield.. We never even made it through GoodHope.. She stopped at a country store to call an ambulance.. Well, now we have to head toward Ava to meet them.. Halfway to Ava we meet up and I bailed out of her car, onto the cot, and we were off again.. Lights and sirens blaring, a detour to Mansfield, and a baby trying to be born in the back of that ambulance made for some very surreal moments.. All I can remember, aside from the absolute fear and unimaginable pain, is the massive chest on the lady taking care of me in the back.. All joking aside, she held me tight through every second of every pain, and I felt safe nestled in her breasts.. To this day, a hug from a big chested woman brings comfort.. Weird I know.. By now it has been almost two hours of this, and I have managed to NOT push, even though I was crowning.. I was too afraid to and determined to make it to the hospital....any hospital.. A flurry of activity was under way, and the instant they got me inside at Mansfield Tri-County, they were telling me to push.. I was telling them that one of my stirrups kept collapsing which they didn't seem to care much about.. It was kind of making me mad.. 20 minutes later, still fussing through relentless pain about the stirrup, I was told to push or have a C-section.. My choice.. A scare tactic that worked well.. Three pushes later and I watched as they turned the baby around to see what we had.. I had a girl!!! I actually had a girl!! I also had every family member waiting in Springfield for us to arrive.. Obviously that didn't happen.. My actions probably contributed to the scariest few hours of my life.. Not to mention how incredibly stupid they were.. And I wonder why Missy is so impatient.... DUH!!

Emily Melissa

Oh my, my... Where do I start?? My first born.. If we were lucky enough to finally produce a girl in the Dalton clan, her name was to be Emily Tiana.. Cathy Dalton made fun of me the whole time because all she could think of was TiajuanaBoomBoom.. Thanks Cat... Lol!!! And for a whole day, that was her name.. The only problem was she looked nothing like a Tiana.. She looked like a Melissa.. So, on the way out of the hospital, she officially became an Emily Melissa.. Missy is the name she would go by until she was about 23.. Anybody who knows her after that, knows her as Emily.. She's a Gemini.. Go figure.. She was such a beautiful baby.. And a good baby.. The one I made every mistake in the book with.. The one who at 13 months could name 13 colors.. Purple was "grape" though until she was about four.. At three she could smoke anybody at the "Name That Tune" game with the radio, except for me or her dad.. But she gave us a run for our money and if we weren't on our toes, she had us.. By three she also had the most beautiful long brown hair that cascaded all the way to her waist.. She was also a bit vain because I was still being stopped by people to comment on my pretty child.. As a baby it was impossible to get through the store without being stopped repeatedly by someone wanting to admire her.. She was a cutie-pie and she knew it.. Even cuter, at the time, was the fact that she talked with a lisp.. So when someone asked her her name, her reply would be, "Mithy Dahton" (Missy Dalton).. Didn't quite have the L's down yet either.. She loved to shop and would spend hours with her little plastic shopping cart, buying groceries out of our cabinets.. She loved playing dress-up and could spend hours at it.. She also hated clothes and it was a challenge keeping her dressed.. We managed to instill enough modesty in her, that by the time she was four, she stayed dressed only enough to get away with.. She would hunt easter eggs as many times as she could talk us into hiding them again.. She was reading by the time she started kindergarten.. Also became a princess that year when her and Aaron Blair won at the Bradleyville Carnival.. I think I baked almost 30 cakes for that crown.. One of which became the object of a food fight in our kitchen.. She wasn't too thrilled about wearing it until she saw it on everybody else.. Not sure which one of the boys started that.. We moved to Ozark her fourth grade year and I promised her we wouldn't make her change schools again.. We didn't.. Ozark is such a mix of wonderful and painful memories.. It was there that she thought she hated me for years because she had been programmed to believe I was a terrible person by someone she trusted.. This is the very same child, who once she got out on her own, realized that years had been wasted unnecessarily because of that.. I will never forget the late night call with her on the other end.. All she wanted to tell me was that she knew the truth by now, and how very, very, sorry she was for the time she had wasted staying out of my life.. I had waited patiently for years for that call.. I knew without a doubt that it would come.. It actually came several years before I expected it to, which was a Godsend for me.. She has been my biggest cheerleader since.. Don't get me wrong.. All three have been cheering me on.. Just all three are so different and the encouragement is quite different from them.. This is the same child, who at 30 still calls me mommy, and calls me immediately when she needs to just cry.. She is a #6 (Nurturing) Life Path number, and a Gemini (On the cusp of Cancer)/Sheep child.. If you want to know more, just look that up.. Fits pretty well.. She has my incessant fascination with numbers, the sky, and the world around her.. She only wants to be happy without hurting anyone else to be that way.. She cried when Snoopy's french girlfriend left him to go back to France.. Could not understand for the life of her, why that French Poodle would do that to Snoopy.. She caters too much to friends sometimes and forgets that family is waiting for her to cater to them a bit too.. She feels like she owes that to friends and knows that family will still be there when the friends aren't there anymore.. Wow.. Sounds so much like me when I was younger.. She wants to be loved for who she is and admired for what she has become.. She is much feistier about really stupid actions in people and is not nearly as willing to overlook things as I am.. Something I wish I could be more like sometimes.. It's odd that she is running the world and taking it by storm when she was the most 'fragile' of the girls.. The very child that would aggravate every boy in the neighborhood until they started dishing it back, then run home to get her little sister to go beat the crap out of them because they were being mean to her.. And sure enough, I looked out the kitchen window to see a whole pack of boys running up the hill, and right on their heels was Kim and her whiffle ball bat.. They were all afraid of Kim and Missy knew it.. She also exploited that regularly.. Missy was my accomplished instigator.. Her two little sisters playing quite well together seemed to drive her crazy.. So she would first convince them that she should play too because it would be so much more fun with three.. Oh yea, and we need to do it this way because that will be better too.. No no no!!! Their way was dumb!! They were just being brats and trying to get her in trouble with all the commotion.. She was just trying to help and make the game more fun and didn't know why they had to be such brats all the time.. It is pretty hilarious now, but at the time I just knew I would lose my mind.. I do not know how I survived those three.. Never, at any time during the raising of them, could I EVER leave them at home alone.. Not even when they were 16, 13, and 10.. Not even for a few minutes to run to the store.. A few attempts ended up with a 911 call, because the neighborhood boys found out they were alone and decided to have a little fun and scare them by beating on the basement portion of the house, and then run and hide.. Not even so much that, however, is the fact that the fighting among the three of them would begin before I even made it out of the driveway.. One of them would make it to the car before I pulled away complaining about their evil siblings and demanding that they had to go with me.. So I wound with all three in the car, fighting the entire time.. I have to be honest, the fighting didn't stop once Missy was out on her own, leading me to the realization that although I knew she was a pill in her own right, she had obviously been given much credit that wasn't hers to get.. Imagine that.. She is probably the "deepest" of my children.. She wants to get inside everything.. Music is not just for listening to.. It is to read the words too, and, make sense of why the song even exists and why it touches people the way it does.. I would GIVE untold wealth to have her sarcastic wit.. She is very, very, good, and delivers at the speed of light and sound.. You will know you have been zapped as soon as she opens her mouth.. It is so awesome to watch and listen to because she is not a mean person and does not prey on the "weak".. Unless they really, really, deserve it.. And, if she blasts them, they had it coming.. I steal a lot of her material to use on unwitting souls that need it.. Just putting her name in the "Title" space of this blog opened a floodgate of memories and I'm not sure I can ever do her justice with my words.. She is one of my greatest accomplishments, but even more importantly, I know I am hers.. I so totally love that.. I am a very blessed mommy.. :)

Prayers for Missy and Eric

by Susan Spicer Mason (Notes) on Tuesday, May 10, 2011 at 5:29pm

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For all my prayer warriors.. This prayer request comes from a very sad place in my heart as I watch my child struggle.. Missy is my oldest child.. AKA Emily for those that met her after she started working in the banking industry ten years ago..  She will be 32 in June.. If you are a Facebook friend of mine you already know this.. I am also posting this request elsewhere so bear with me those of you that already know Missy and Eric.. Missy is married to the most amazing, gentle, loving, hilarious, ninja soul.. I could not have asked for a better husband for my child.. He is truly a gift from God.. They have recently discovered that having a child of their own will not happen without going the IVF route.. Issues from both of them will not allow that.. IVF is invitro fertilization in case you aren't familiar with that term.. Their dream is possible but this will be an exhausting road for them, emotionally and financially.. A road they are more than happy to take.. They have put God in charge and they know He is in control.. I've been wrestling with how to best explain their struggle to conceive this last year and then last week she posted a note on her page, in an FAQ format, to answer the bazillion questions she was being asked.. With her permission I am adding it to my note so I can get my prayer warriors busy.. She said everything so much more eloquently than I could have ever done.. They have no children and if this is God's will they know that will change.. We could be eagerly anticipating a new arrival/arrivals as soon as next spring.. MiMaw (me) wouldn't mind sharing a birthday with them at all!!! Not sure why I'm saying "them" but hey, how awesome would that be??? So, if I could get you to PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE add them to your prayer list, I can't begin to tell you how much it would mean for all of us.. Especially Eric and Missy (Emily)...

It's times like this I wish I had a PR rep! :)

by Emily Dalton Bentz on Thursday, May 5, 2011 at 3:19pm

Since saying the word “IVF” on my status update Tuesday, my inbox has been inundated with questions, comments, concerns, well wishes, and prayers. First, I would like to say thank you from the very bottom of my heart; Eric and I are so thankful for your prayers during this time. Second, the responsibility of answering each question/comment individually has almost made me break out in hives, so I’m going to try and answer everything here in a FAQ format. (Plus lists and bullet points make me feel like I’m in control, so this is really a win/win! LOL)

Q: Why are you talking about this publicly?

A: Why wouldn’t I? This is my personal space and I refuse to live in a cave and carry the secret of infertility. I will not bear the burden of shame regardless of the lies/attacks that the enemy has tried to use against us. I do not feel that infertility is a curse; rather an opportunity for God and His amazing glory to shine through this trial.

Q: Why not adoption?

A: Eric and I have looked into all of our options; adoption being one of them.  At this time, adoption is not an option for us.  What God has planned for our future?? We just have to wait and see! :)

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Q: Have you tried (___________________________)?

A: YES! Most of them at least 3 times! HA

Please let me explain. I understand that I am just now talking about this, but Eric and I have been walking through this season for a while now. After lots of trials, tribulations, prayer, tears, and seeking God’s heart on the issue, we’ve watched Him open this door for us to have a baby of our own, through the process of IVF. We have so much outside encouragement and even concern, but this isn’t a process we started out of anything besides a God given desire to have a baby, and He has led us through this, He’s in control and we’re just following Him with surrendered hearts.

Q: Read this website, book, magazine; try this, talk to this person:

A: We have been advised by Godly counsel and medical professionals, that as we go through this, to be very cautious about weighing lots of opinions. It’s already been emotionally overwhelming, and I’m seeing what that wisdom was trying to prevent, so as we move forward, this is a three cord thing – me, Eric, and Jesus.

Again, I do appreciate your concern but Eric and I have made our decision and we would love your support and encouragement during this time. If this decision is not one that you feel you can support, then I ask please that you keep your comments to yourself. :)

I look forward to sharing with you, our family and friends, as we walk through this next season! We are so excited and so very honored that we get do experience life with so many incredible people!

Much love, Emily and Eric