I almost died 15 years ago today

It 15 years ago today I had my car accident. I would have never thought that day that I would be so blessed to be more active than I was before it happened and that I would be so unbelievably blessed with such a healthy, flourishing family. God is great! A special thanks to my wife and my parents for all their support through the years.


John Mabry amputee accident


How my wife lost her soul & family when we won an Oscar

Here’s a post like you’ve never seen that my wife did for our family blog, Mabry Living.

Have you ever caught yourself daydreaming of an escape from the reality your life to find a better, easier, or more exciting one with less problems?  As a wife and mother of three young kids, I often romanticize about having everything done for me by my own personal assistant, or “wife,” if you will.  And sometimes my fantasy goes as far as wishing for an A-list lifestyle so that I could hire someone to do everything for me.  Imagine What’s Possible (see how I worked in the theme of this year’s Oscars? Clever, huh?)!  The thought of the hair, the makeup, the jewelry, the red carpet attention, and the parties sounds like such a relief from the nonstop cooking and cleaning, scrubbing poop off the walls and boogers off the couch, doesn’t it?  After living out my fantasy for a few days I realized that maybe the average, normal life I currently have isn’t so bad after all.  When I really think about it, I’m playing the greatest role ever written for the script of life – that of a wife and mother.  It is the perfect character fit for me; it’s the one I was born to play and one I wouldn’t trade for any amount of gold.

Ok, so here’s my crazy story of how I won a real Oscar and all my dreams came true…so I thought.  After reading my horrific tale of love and betrayal by the only one I thought I could truly trust – my Oscar – you might find yourself questioning whether a new life promised by the glitz and glam of the City of Angels is worth losing the perfect life God has given you right here, right now.

sarahandoscarIt was a snowy February night when I drifted off to LA LA land with visions of Oscars dancing in my head.  Before I knew it I had slipped into a lucid state of dreaming and had landed smack dab in the middle of Tinseltown during the biggest celebration of film and movies of the year – the 87th Academy Awards.  As I waltzed down the red carpet in my dazzling Dior blue chiffon dress, Stuart Weitzman shoes, and Harry Winston jewelry, I was bombarded with blinding flashes from paparazzi and reporters.  “Who are you wearing!?!” they all screamed.  It was truly an out-of-body experience, especially compared to the seemingly mundane, predictable life I am used to here in the suburbs of Nashville.  The next thing I knew I was gliding up the grand staircase of Hollywood’s Dolby Theatre where my front row seat awaited me.  Neil Patrick Harris opened the show with a spectacular number showcasing his Broadway-sized charm, sense of humor and impeccable acting and dancing skills.  Then the awards presentation began.

As I nervously waited in my seat, a live shot of me appeared on the big screen, as I was being recognized as a nominee for my supporting role in my Katy Perry / Groundhog Day movie produced by Mabry Productions.  If you’re one of the few who hasn’t seen my riveting performance, you can catch it HERE.  The drum roll started as presenter, Bradley Cooper, began to announce, “…And the winner for BEST SUPPORTING ACTRESS is……..Sarah Mabry!”  In total shock, I quickly gathered myself, hugged John, and tried not to fall on my face as I made my way up the stairs to accept my very own Oscar.  I recited my memorized speech with simple eloquence, being sure to thank everyone on my team.  Everything was pretty much a blur from there.  The after parties were still in full swing as the sun rose over the Hollywood hills, but it was time for me to get home to my family.  I grabbed my Oscar and we jetted to LAX to catch the next flight out of town.  It felt as though I struck gold!

The next thing I knew I awoke in the Grand Budapest Hotel.  The hotel room looked oddly similar to my bedroom at home including my two 3-legged dogs, but one thing was completely different.  My very own Oscar had come to life and softly greeted me with a, “Good morning, Mrs. Sarah.  I take it you slept well,”  as he handed me a warm, freshly brewed vanilla latte in bed.  Ahhhhhh!  It was apparent my Oscar had a heart of gold and was here to help me escape my real life for a better, happier one where someone takes care of me for once.

latteNext, Oscar insisted I continue to relax as he graciously gave me a deep tissue massage.  Oscar had already earned his weight in gold with these two simple gestures.

massageBut he didn’t stop there.  Like my own personal beautician, Oscar set up a spa in my bathroom and shaped my eyebrows, applied a mud mask and ran a warm bath for me  He’s so dreamy!  It was like I had found a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow.

pluckTime had flown by!  I suddenly realized I hadn’t taken my dogs out to use the restroom because of all the pampering.  Oscar enthusiastically jump at the opportunity to take the dogs out for me so I wouldn’t get cold in the wintry mix outside.  Still in my dreamy state, I strolled down to a quaint, cozy corner of the Budapest Hotel to read a book while sipping my latte.  Could this really be my new life?  As long as Oscar didn’t pinch and wake me up I told him he could live with me forever; I knew I was sitting on a gold mine.


My dream suddenly shifted back to my home.  Our family adored our new cast, I mean, family member.  John even got in on this action sequence.  He had Oscar tuning up his prosthetic leg, trimming his nose hair, taking out the trash and even scrapping cat poop off our garage floor.  Oscar’s such a natural with kids, too!  I overheard them playing The Imitation Game called ‘Oscar Says,’ upstairs.  The boys’ giggles echoed down the hall as they tried to mimic everything Simon, I mean, Oscar commanded.  He also kindly helped my boys embrace their Boyhood by playing monster, camping in the back yard, and teaching them about sports.

Up to this point, my winning a real Oscar was proving to be the best thing that had ever happened to me; it was better than winning a gold medal in the Olympics.  He did everything one would expect a perfect housewife to do.  As John and I sat back, we felt we finally made it to a place of true inner peace and happiness.  But like they say, all that glitters isn’t gold.  Before long, things started to unravel pretty quickly.  Oscar strangely broke character and began stealing the show by acting out scenes from all the best films of the year.

For instance, he didn’t show up one morning to cook the kids’ breakfast.  As I was pouring milk for the boys’ cereal, I glanced out our kitchen bay window and almost got Whiplash from what I saw unfolding; it was Oscar perched outside looking like a Birdman or something.

John Mabry as Birdman

Then, Oscar started chasing after our sweet amputee dog.  He tackled Finley and started wrestling him, like he had suddenly taken on the character of a Foxcatcher.

John Mabry Foxcatcher

A scene I will never forget came when I found that Oscar had been hoarding a bunch of boxes underground to play out a premeditated scenario that made me fear for my family’s safety. He was convinced he was an American Sniper and that the Boxtrolls were after him.John Mabry American Sniper

The final straw was when I found him stealing money from my kids’ piggy bank.  As hard as it was to say, I had no choice but to admit that my trophy wife was nothing but a gold digger.  At this point I could have really used a Big Hero Six to rescue me and take my Oscar away so I could live in peace with my family.  At that exact moment John, Larson, and Austin came to my rescue.  In the greatest fight scene ever, they took Oscar down in dramatic fashion with their plastic swords and toy guns.  What does one do with a life size pure gold Oscar award?…what any smart family would. So we melted Oscar down, took molds of our teeth, and finally got those new grills we’ve been wanting.

mabry gold grill

What’s the whole point of this, you ask?  The moral of the story is this…

Oscar had been brainwashed by an entire industry his whole life.  Since the time he was born he was told he must fit a certain mold, look a certain way, perform his lonely, miserable job functions, and do exactly what every Oscar who came before him did.  He grew up being taught that if he ever broke character and exposed his real emotions and authentic self, everyone would judge him.  He’s no different than the millions of people out there who do not feel they can truly be themselves or pursue the jobs or hobbies their heart tells them to follow simply out of fear of what others will think.  You’ll find people, maybe even yourself, playing the role some “casting director” (parent, spouse, boss) tells them they should play.  So instead of aligning themselves with who God made them to be, instead of their soul coming to life on the “big screen” of existence, they stay stuck in their own never-ending horror film of fear, pain and resentment.  All this does is rob the world of the super stardom they already have inside of them.

What I learned from this experience is that, as the Theory of Everything goes, the grass isn’t always gold-er, I mean greener, on the other side.  Although the thought of winning my own personal Oscar sounded great at first, missing out on the limited hands-on, loving moments I have to spend with my family is just too precious to put into the hands of a fictitious golden child like Oscar.  I am reminded that I have already won the greatest award a person can be given – the infinite love of my God and my family – and that’s all I truly need.

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When life ices you in, make extreme snow cones!

Winter Storm OctaviaWinter Storm Octavia swept over Nashville early last week with deadly results.  Close to 30 deaths from the storm have been reported.  Octavia’s extreme icy cold conditions kept us frozen inside our house for SEVEN straight days together.  Some residents of the Nashville suburbs were able to get out sooner, but not the Mabry’s.  Most families would want to kill each other after coming down with such long bout of Arendelle fever.  But like many seemingly negative situations, we chose to have a different, positive outlook on the situation.  So what do the Mabry’s do when life hands us this much ice?  We chip our way out by hand and make extreme snow cones for the whole neighborhood.

Our house is inconveniently perched on top of a steep neighborhood street, in addition to an inclined driveway that is shaded a majority of the day so the thick sheets of ice kept us on winter lock down for waaaayyy too long.  We felt like we were living in Arendelle from the movie Frozen.  If you haven’t seen my blog where I dressed up like Elsa and walked around the mall with my son dressed up like Superman, you should check it out.

Around day six, John was determined to chip our way to freedom so we could at least run to the store.  Since we are not used to getting this much ice we didn’t have the proper tools so we improvised.  We put our heads together and came up with the most random utensils we could think of to see if John could make it happen.  We tried an ice pick, prosthetic leg, beater, plunger and plastic hammer from the kids game Don’t Break the Ice.

John Mabry Ice    John Mabry plunger

After just a few hours John had not only cleared our driveway, but the entire neighborhood using the plastic hammer, ice pick and plunger.  Who would have thought it would have been so easy!

John Mabry homeJohn Mabry driveway

All of John’s hard work produced over 4 tons of finely chipped ice, the kind that is perfect for snow cones.  So we had an extreme snow cone party in the middle of winter.  I mean, why wouldn’t you?  Here’s Austin loading his third snow cone of the day with his favorite flavors.  He also did a little snow graffiti in the yard.

Snow Graffiti

We hope this gives you some good ideas of how dig your way out of trouble next time you’re iced in your home.  Next time it happens we’re making  extreme iced tea.  Be on the lookout for more Mabry inspired home improvement tips in future posts as part of our Home Improvement series.  You’re welcome, world!

More of a visual learner?  Here’s our professional produced how-to video.  My favorite part is when I slip and fall while trying to film John.

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Super Bowl & Katy Perry Threaten Cancellation of Groundhog’s Day

For those of you who have not found my family’s uniquely entertaining and inspiring website at http://www.MabryLiving.com, you’ve got to subscribe to it! Here’s a taste of what kind of things you’ll find…

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Here is the underground video that has shocked a nation. MabryLiving.com uncovered this footage just days before Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania’s annual Groundhog’s Day festival. The never ending talks of the Super Bowl XLIX, Katy Perry’s halftime show and Tom Brady’s deflated balls have driven the nation’s premiere groundhog to the brink. After burrowing away in deep isolated depression, Punxsutawney Phil’s wife attempts one final intervention to save her husband and the most symbolic of all American holiday’s – Groundhog’s Day.

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