An Obvious Optimist

In the last post I commented about how since Masen wasn't home, maybe she wouldn't get the Ralphs. Oh, so foolish am I. Tuesday she had a ball game (with her school) at 3:30 and then games and pics at Boys/Girls Club at 5:00 that night. We left her 1st game and, yes, as sad as it is, we changed clothes in the parking lot of the B/G Club, (here's hoping there are no security cameras) then went in to round up her team for pictures. Masen said Mom I need to go to the bathroom, come with me. She then pushed open the stall door and "let 'er fly". Poor baby. She urped everywhere. The funny thing, she scattered little girls like Hannah Montana herself had shown up in the lobby. They squealed and ran! I know my baby does not find this funny, but hey, as a Mom, you find humor where you can get it, especially during barf season.

Sir Barfsalot rides again

Dillon spent the night with Mammy friday. Sometime around 5:00 am, we got a call that he wanted to come home. He then spent the next 8 hours throwing his guts up. Macy had spent the night at Erin's so hopefully she can avoid the nasty little virus. Dillon was so brave. He never whimpered or whined, he just barfed, then went back to the couch. The only thing he even asked for was a cold rag for his head. He was much better yesterday and even rode his motorcycle for awhile. We'll call him the Comeback Kid.

(Side note to Sherrie....this time it was chili instead of hot dogs!) EEEEWWWWWWW

Late nights

Last night Masen had a ball game at 8:30. So after leaving work at 4:30 (yes, two hours late) we went home, ate some dinner and headed back to town. Chris and Dillon stayed home because Dillon missing his bedtime is NOT a pretty sight and we didn't want to cause the first grade teacher any extra stress. Poor Masen, she got into bed around 10:00 pm. Personally, I campaign against these late games. These kids are 9-10 yrs old, that late on a week night is too much. But...since I am coaching, there I was. Speaking of coaching, I have the greatest group of girls and parents. That is a tough combination to get!! I can truly say that not one of these girls grates on my last nerve like some have in the past. They are all well mannered and good sports. Kudos to my parents. You have done something which becomes more rare each day...raised a respectful child and as a volunteer for this job...THANK YOU!

OklaFreezingHoma

Its cold. Thats just all there is to say about it. Its cold. I want to move to Tahiti or Barbados or someplace where its 80 degrees. I am usually not whiny about cold weather, I leave that job to my husband, but today, blah. My daughter said "It needs to snow, or it needs to get warm." I think I agree!

2008

This year my daughter will turn 10, my son 7. This year I will have been married for 15 years! This year I will have been out of high school for 20 years. Time passes too quickly. Surely it hasn't been 20 years since high school?! Yesterday my daughter asked me what "parachute pants" were. HA HA. Let me get you some pictures baby girl! Was there anything cooler than Bon Jovi and Slippery When Wet?

Am I old???

Everybody hide.

I am in a BAD mood today. No good reason as to why. I just feel like being a crab. Ugh.

Stealing my heart again.

My sister's brother-in-law (did you get that?) is very very ill and in the hospital in OKC. To be quite brutal about it, he probably won't come out of ICU. BUT, he has overcome alot of odds that were against him and is hanging in. I've talked to Jeannie several times over the past week or so about him and never realized how much my kids were taking in until last night. Dillon and I were driving to Tractor Supply and I was talking to my sis on the phone about the brother-in-law. When I hung up Dillon said, "Mom, I've been praying for that man." When I asked him "What man?", he said, "That one you talk to Aunt Bean about."

My six year old took it upon himself to pray for a man he'd overheard conversations about. I was completely blown away. What an amazing little person he is.