If you've been around me very much, you know that I hate to be late. In fact, I usually consider myself late if I'm not where I need to be at least 10 minutes early. I've never been late to church. My kids have never been late to school. We're not late to sports, lessons, appointments... I'm not late!
That is (insert BIG sigh here), until now.
Being November 1st, yesterday was beginning of NaBloPoMo and since it's now 11:30am on November 2nd, clearly I'm running behind. I participated last year, I even did it in 2006 back when I was blogging on MySpace (do you even remember MySpace?).
Several times yesterday I thought about it and was kicking around the idea of trying it again this year. I even read posts of some of my buddies who are participating. I just figured that I'd do it later.
What's that? You ask what was so occupying of my time yesterday that I never got around to blogging? Well, there was Matt's 7:15am baseball game. Then church. Then lunch. Then, well, then came the important stuff: watching football, snoozing on the couch, farming, whipping up food in Cafe World, making (real) dinner, watching the World Series, watching a movie with the kids, taking down Halloween decorations and putting up Thanksgiving decorations. See? My day was just packed! :-)
All that to say, this year NaBloPoMo for me begins on November 2nd. I have no idea what you're going to get from me; life is flying by at an alarming speed and my brain feels quite mushy most of the time. I was promised a few visits by the Starbucks Fairy if I do this though, so that alone will make it worth the effort of trying to think of something to write about every day.
Anyhow, here's to trying! See you tomorrow.
Monday, November 2, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
Nicknames
I've had many nicknames over the years; I don't think any have made me giggle quite so much as one that I just received this week.
There's a boy on John's All Star team that John has never played with before so he really doesn't know our family. All he knows is that for the All Star season, I'm the lady that's his "team mom". For paperwork, certifications, uniforms, jackets, etc. he has to go through me.
To get the proper mental picture, you should know that this 14 year old is about the same size as my husband, if not a bit taller, and he has a visible mustache going.
Every time he calls for my attention, I snicker a bit inside. In the most polite voice that a 14 year old can muster, he kindly calls out...
"Mrs. Team Mom?"
I love it.
There's a boy on John's All Star team that John has never played with before so he really doesn't know our family. All he knows is that for the All Star season, I'm the lady that's his "team mom". For paperwork, certifications, uniforms, jackets, etc. he has to go through me.
To get the proper mental picture, you should know that this 14 year old is about the same size as my husband, if not a bit taller, and he has a visible mustache going.
Every time he calls for my attention, I snicker a bit inside. In the most polite voice that a 14 year old can muster, he kindly calls out...
"Mrs. Team Mom?"
I love it.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Return of the Jedi
Well, it's more like Return of the Blog.
Okay, and the quote that I'm about to share is actually from A New Hope.
But still, you get my drift...
My oldest son, John, is starting high school this fall and he's trying out for the football team. (How it all came about is kind of a neat story, but I'll save that for another day.) Football camp started this week, and the coach had said that Wednesdays would be "light days" to give the muscles a break. So yesterday was Yoga day.
While I'm reasonably certain that no weird, yoga voodoo took place, John thought that the instructor's quiet voice and all of the "breathe in and out" stuff was goofy. This is what he had to say about it on the way home:
"During Yoga today, I wanted to shout out 'Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster at your side, kid.' "
I'm glad that he didn't. I'm also glad that he knows his Star Wars so well.
Okay, and the quote that I'm about to share is actually from A New Hope.
But still, you get my drift...
My oldest son, John, is starting high school this fall and he's trying out for the football team. (How it all came about is kind of a neat story, but I'll save that for another day.) Football camp started this week, and the coach had said that Wednesdays would be "light days" to give the muscles a break. So yesterday was Yoga day.
While I'm reasonably certain that no weird, yoga voodoo took place, John thought that the instructor's quiet voice and all of the "breathe in and out" stuff was goofy. This is what he had to say about it on the way home:
"During Yoga today, I wanted to shout out 'Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster at your side, kid.' "
I'm glad that he didn't. I'm also glad that he knows his Star Wars so well.
Friday, February 13, 2009
1992
You know, someone really dropped the ball. There aren't really any good '92 pics either! I found a couple that I can share with you though...
That sweet ride that I mentioned in my 1991 post? Yep, it got popped. I was on my way home from work and a lady ran a red light and hit me. I spun around through the intersection, turned several circles and the slammed into the center divide a little ways down the road. It was quite the experience. Someone called the paramedics and they came and took me to the hospital in an ambulance (my first ride in one of those!), and by the time we got home from the hospital about 8 hours later, the lady that hit me had already called and reported it as a hit and run...that I hit her!
Lots of glass...
We brought home the parts that had fallen off...
Apparently I brought home some of the other lady's parts, too. She was driving a 4 Runner.
In June of 1992, I graduated from high school. Sigh. Don't know where all of the cap and gown pictures are. After the ceremony, we had a party at my grandma's house. These are my cousins. All three of them. No wait! I have four; one wasn't there.
Things to note about this picture:
1. I'm wearing a gold necklace that Grandma and Granddad gave me for my 16th birthday. Between the time I received it in 1991 and 2005(ish), I only took it off a handful of times. Even now, I probably wear it 90% of the time.
2. I have acrylic nails. Sometimes I miss them.
3. No, my legs aren't normally that shiny. I was wearing nylons. Remember those?
That's all I've got for '92. Thanks for checking in with me...I'll see you soon!
That sweet ride that I mentioned in my 1991 post? Yep, it got popped. I was on my way home from work and a lady ran a red light and hit me. I spun around through the intersection, turned several circles and the slammed into the center divide a little ways down the road. It was quite the experience. Someone called the paramedics and they came and took me to the hospital in an ambulance (my first ride in one of those!), and by the time we got home from the hospital about 8 hours later, the lady that hit me had already called and reported it as a hit and run...that I hit her!
Lots of glass...
We brought home the parts that had fallen off...
Apparently I brought home some of the other lady's parts, too. She was driving a 4 Runner.
In June of 1992, I graduated from high school. Sigh. Don't know where all of the cap and gown pictures are. After the ceremony, we had a party at my grandma's house. These are my cousins. All three of them. No wait! I have four; one wasn't there.
Things to note about this picture:
1. I'm wearing a gold necklace that Grandma and Granddad gave me for my 16th birthday. Between the time I received it in 1991 and 2005(ish), I only took it off a handful of times. Even now, I probably wear it 90% of the time.
2. I have acrylic nails. Sometimes I miss them.
3. No, my legs aren't normally that shiny. I was wearing nylons. Remember those?
That's all I've got for '92. Thanks for checking in with me...I'll see you soon!
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
2.11.09
I've been sitting here at the computer most of the day; I just now glanced at the calendar that sits beside me.
2.11.09
This means that in exactly two months, I will have a teenager.
I'm kind of freaking out.
Seriously.
2.11.09
This means that in exactly two months, I will have a teenager.
I'm kind of freaking out.
Seriously.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
By The Numbers
Well, Crayl gets points for creativity! Today's Ten on Tuesday list is a numbered list. Here we go...
One. The number of times (besides childbirth) that I've been hospitalized. While I do have some physical issues and I get frustrated with them from time to time, I have truly been blessed. God is good.
Two. The number of children that I have. I adore my boys. Again, God is good. I wouldn't know what to do with a girl; He knew that and he gave me boys. Sure, they drive me nuts sometimes, but I am always very thankful for them.
Three. The number of places I've lived. In my life. Ever. While I'm starting to feel a change coming and I have no idea what the future holds for us, I'm quite thankful for the stability that I've always had.
Four. The number of plants that are actually living out front. I got tired of the barren wasteland, so I planted a few things. So far, so good. When I look out the kitchen window, I smile.
Five. The number bags of chocolate chips in my fridge. I bought a ton of them while they were on sale at Christmas time, so now I have everything I need to make cookies if my sweet tooth suddenly gets the best of me. Yay for planning ahead! (I'm actually thankful for the sale prices, too. Chocolate chips can get pricey!)
Six. The number of coffee mugs that I have. Andy has his own, the kids have their own; these six are mine. It's fun each morning to, depending on my mood, select just the right mug for the day.
Seven. The number of months that I've been on the Little League Board of Directors. While it's a lot of work and at times I'm overwhelmed, I'm happy to be involved in something that is such a big part of my boys' lives. It's also a great way to get to know the men that are coaching and working with the kids!
Eight. The number of sweatshirts that are in my rotation. Each one not only keeps me warm, but has specific memories attached to it. I have no willy-nilly sweatshirts...they're all significant.
Nine. The number of days until my birthday! Yay!
Ten. The number of noodles that I just made for my lasagna. Why ten? Well, the nine to go in the pan and the extra one to munch on while I'm putting the whole thing together. This one's actually a trifecta of thankfulness: thankful for the noodle itself in all of it's yummy goodness, thankful for lasagna in general and thankful that now dinner is done!
See you next Tuesday!
One. The number of times (besides childbirth) that I've been hospitalized. While I do have some physical issues and I get frustrated with them from time to time, I have truly been blessed. God is good.
Two. The number of children that I have. I adore my boys. Again, God is good. I wouldn't know what to do with a girl; He knew that and he gave me boys. Sure, they drive me nuts sometimes, but I am always very thankful for them.
Three. The number of places I've lived. In my life. Ever. While I'm starting to feel a change coming and I have no idea what the future holds for us, I'm quite thankful for the stability that I've always had.
Four. The number of plants that are actually living out front. I got tired of the barren wasteland, so I planted a few things. So far, so good. When I look out the kitchen window, I smile.
Five. The number bags of chocolate chips in my fridge. I bought a ton of them while they were on sale at Christmas time, so now I have everything I need to make cookies if my sweet tooth suddenly gets the best of me. Yay for planning ahead! (I'm actually thankful for the sale prices, too. Chocolate chips can get pricey!)
Six. The number of coffee mugs that I have. Andy has his own, the kids have their own; these six are mine. It's fun each morning to, depending on my mood, select just the right mug for the day.
Seven. The number of months that I've been on the Little League Board of Directors. While it's a lot of work and at times I'm overwhelmed, I'm happy to be involved in something that is such a big part of my boys' lives. It's also a great way to get to know the men that are coaching and working with the kids!
Eight. The number of sweatshirts that are in my rotation. Each one not only keeps me warm, but has specific memories attached to it. I have no willy-nilly sweatshirts...they're all significant.
Nine. The number of days until my birthday! Yay!
Ten. The number of noodles that I just made for my lasagna. Why ten? Well, the nine to go in the pan and the extra one to munch on while I'm putting the whole thing together. This one's actually a trifecta of thankfulness: thankful for the noodle itself in all of it's yummy goodness, thankful for lasagna in general and thankful that now dinner is done!
See you next Tuesday!
Monday, February 9, 2009
Only Mostly Dead
"Your blog is dead."
My husband has spoken this phrase several times over the past week upon discovering that I haven't kept up with my blog.
It's not that I don't want to; it's just a time thing. Every day is flying by right now and I'm so very busy. In the morning I remind myself that I need to set aside some blog time, it's usually on my To Do list. However as they days roll on, I don't seem to be able to fit it in. It's funny... I always do fine in November when participating in NaBloPoMo. For some reason, it's harder to stick with it at other times of the year.
Maybe I'm trying too hard. Maybe I'm expecting grand and glorious things each day and when that doesn't happen, I give up all together. Maybe just a simple ponderable can indeed be enough sometimes.
With that in mind, here's one for you to think about today:
Why is it that people, drivers specifically, turn into absolute morons when it rains?
It's everywhere on the news, "...the freeways are just packed...", "...it's a disaster out there, give yourself extra time...", "...the rain is causing huge delays...", "...accidents delay drivers for hours...". You get a little bit of water in San Diego and it's like it's the end of the world! Every news channel has a headline that reads, "Storm Watch 2009" or something equally ridiculous. People everywhere are complaining about it like they haven't seen the sun in over a decade.
Then there are the drivers themselves. Occasionally you get an idiot that thinks he can zip around and he spins out causing everything around him to slow down. More often than not though, it's the other way around; people drive like the rain has made their vehicles physically unable to reach speeds greater than 40 mph.
I love the rain; I adore it. But sometimes I really hate going out in because of what it does to everyone else out there.
Just remember: The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse have not been loosed, Armageddon has not begun and Ripley has not brought any Aliens back to the planet. It just rained...for a few days...it'll probably only do it a few more times this entire year! I'm pretty sure we're all going to be just fine.
My husband has spoken this phrase several times over the past week upon discovering that I haven't kept up with my blog.
It's not that I don't want to; it's just a time thing. Every day is flying by right now and I'm so very busy. In the morning I remind myself that I need to set aside some blog time, it's usually on my To Do list. However as they days roll on, I don't seem to be able to fit it in. It's funny... I always do fine in November when participating in NaBloPoMo. For some reason, it's harder to stick with it at other times of the year.
Maybe I'm trying too hard. Maybe I'm expecting grand and glorious things each day and when that doesn't happen, I give up all together. Maybe just a simple ponderable can indeed be enough sometimes.
With that in mind, here's one for you to think about today:
Why is it that people, drivers specifically, turn into absolute morons when it rains?
It's everywhere on the news, "...the freeways are just packed...", "...it's a disaster out there, give yourself extra time...", "...the rain is causing huge delays...", "...accidents delay drivers for hours...". You get a little bit of water in San Diego and it's like it's the end of the world! Every news channel has a headline that reads, "Storm Watch 2009" or something equally ridiculous. People everywhere are complaining about it like they haven't seen the sun in over a decade.
Then there are the drivers themselves. Occasionally you get an idiot that thinks he can zip around and he spins out causing everything around him to slow down. More often than not though, it's the other way around; people drive like the rain has made their vehicles physically unable to reach speeds greater than 40 mph.
I love the rain; I adore it. But sometimes I really hate going out in because of what it does to everyone else out there.
Just remember: The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse have not been loosed, Armageddon has not begun and Ripley has not brought any Aliens back to the planet. It just rained...for a few days...it'll probably only do it a few more times this entire year! I'm pretty sure we're all going to be just fine.
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