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For My Girl Miranda

Unless you’ve been living under a rock, you have heard about Miranda Lambert and Blake Shelton’s divorce after only four years of marriage.  As one of Miranda’s former high school teachers and one of the two teachers she chose for the Teachers Count poster campaign and invited to the sold-out Nashville Rising flood relief concert and her private engagement party in 2010, I have been asked several times about my reaction to the news.

That’s me on Miranda’s left.

That’s me walking past the camera at the engagement party outside Nashville.

That’s Miranda’s mother Beverly behind me.

Like everyone else, I couldn’t believe it at first.  I had hoped their relationship was different from the usual celebrity marriage.  I know her parents, who have had a solid marriage for over thirty years, and I know that Miranda’s expectations were to have a similar relationship to theirs.

Me and Miranda at the Texas State Fair in 2009.

 But the pressures on celebrities must be great, and even greater for celebrity couples, especially if both are superstars who have responsibilities and appearances that keep them apart for weeks on end.

Me and Miranda before one of her concerts at Billy Bob’s Texas in Fort Worth.
I’m not surprised, but I have to admit that I am disappointed.  I had hoped Blake and Miranda would prove the doubters wrong, that others could look to them as an example of true love and commitment as their marriage endured, and as they rose above the chaos, criticisms, and challenges of their careers.

My son Matt and I after her first concert at Billy Bob’s Texas.
Miranda with another one of my students in my classroom in 2002.
Miranda with Blake at Cause for the Paws in Tyler, Texas.
But no matter.  I still love you, Miranda.  I love your music, which I will continue to listen to and purchase, although many of the songs are bittersweet now. But how much more difficult are they for you as you must continue to sing them night after night?  I am still very proud of you and the way you have handled yourself under the microscope of public life.  I pray for your happiness and continued success, and I am confident that you will get through this and become stronger than ever.  Of course and as always, I am here for you if you ever need me.


“Mama, I’m okay out here, I’ve seen how hard the world can be.  My step is sure and I know my name.  I’m strong just like you prayed I’d be.  I’m strong just like you prayed I’d be.”  from Miranda’s Kerosene album

Life Memoirs miranda lambert

Wedded Life Wednesday: Ups and downs and all arounds. . .

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Last weekend hubby and I drove two hours east to see my former student and country superstar Miranda Lambert in concert.  Hubby really does not like country music at all, but he has been a trooper and accompanied me to many of her concerts.  I think the opportunity to shop at Bass Pro and eat at Fuddrucker’s was the real deciding factor, though.
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He took the night off from work–he is night supervisor at the local zoo–and we left early to spend the day in Shreveport/Bossier City.   We visited the nice and relatively new Louisiana Boardwalk, which borders the Red River where all the casinos are, and went to several of the shops along the boardwalk.

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The weather was perfect, although with a cold breeze, but it warmed up as the day went on.  We ended up with time to burn before the concert so we headed down “Antiques Row” which amounted to about four little antique malls.  NOT my idea of an antiques district.  Have these guys ever been to Gladewater or Jefferson, Texas?  Hubby doesn’t really like browsing antique shops either but he was patient and even showed some interest in some of the things he saw.
We then visited Horseshoe Casino and played some slots.  We limited ourselves to $20 but I came away with $68, which paid for our meal at Fuddrucker’s and a warm scarf for my neck.  It was cold!  Thanks, Jack Binion!  We are big spenders, yes? 

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Finally it was time for us to head over to the concert arena, Centurylink Center.  The doors were supposed to open at 6:30 and the concert at 7:30.  There was a huge line outside the doors, and when they finally opened, only four arena employees checked bags and tickets!  There were a few angry attendees, to say the least.  Hubby was a little annoyed.  I actually snapped at a lady who accused us of breaking in line.  Gunpowder and lead, baby!

We had no trouble finding our seats, but they were in the middle of a row, making it very difficult to move once we were seated, so I only got up once for a drink.  Teenagers were all around us, dressed in their cute little dresses and cowboy boots.  The adorable little teen girls next to hubby were the last straw on the camel’s back of patience for him.  Their constant screaming for Dierks Bentley and then Miranda Lambert, and their constant picture taking of themselves finally got to him.  His patience had run out.

When one of my favorite songs “Kerosene” began, I jumped up to sing and clap like I always do, and he tapped me and motioned for me to sit down, ruining the joy! Needless to say, I was bummed the rest of the evening, or at least toward him.

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The ride home was not amiable.  He finally explained why he had been so frustrated–which I knew anyway–and apologized, yes, apologized for ruining my night!  He felt bad about it!  I told him he didn’t ruin my night, just that song, and I would never ask him to go with me again to see a country concert.  

That was last Thursday night, almost a week ago.  Yesterday he asked me again if he had ruined my whole night.  He still felt bad about embarrassing me like he did.  

Up, down, all around.  Marriage is just like that.  Mad one minute, happy the next, ho-hum the next.  Just like life.  It’s crazy.  But I couldn’t imagine life without him.  Even if he doesn’t like my music.

Who wants to go with me next time Miranda comes to town?  I’ll need a date. . .