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Friday, June 14, 2013

alek driver

Our oldest took a big step today! Alek got his driving permit!!!
I'm still not quite sure how I feel about this. I know he's ready. He's a good, reasonably responsible kid. And it's time.
Still... it brings a whole new level of worry. And I am gifted when it comes to worry!
Thankfully, it's just a permit and he has to have one of us in the car in order to use it.
AND his father is doing the teaching. I'm not even riding with the boy until he's a little bit further along. I have a bit of a back-seat-driving issue. I don't want to make him nervous.
So Shad will be instructing.
And I'll be at home praying. ;)

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Blame it all on Facebook

Monday, June 3, 2013

A very good friend of mine recently told me to just jump in. Don't think about what you're going to write...just do it.
And so I am.
It's been nearly a year since my last post. I imagine most of the blame can be placed squarely at the feet of Facebook.
It is SO much easier to log on there, type a quick couple of sentences, do a quick grammar check and then sit back and wait for the comments to roll in. So much easier. But there is so much missing from those posts. Things like...dare I say it, the full truth. Because honestly, there is a lot that goes on in these four walls that just don't make the FB cut.
Nothing catastrophic. Truly. Just life.
Things like Maddie's battle with a bully, Nick's aversion to any food known to man, Anya's sudden and baffling (to me) fascination with cheer leading and Alek's announcement that he HATES football, thereby crushing my dreams of having a son play in the NFL.
See? Nothing catastrophic, but things that haven't been widely circulated because of Facebook. And so here I am friends, sharing once again with you. My oh-so-faithful readers...the people who have followed us for years and with whom I should have been sharing this last year's worth of joys and trials. I need to get you caught up.
Alek just turned 15 and wrapped up his freshman year in high school this month Wow, that sounds weird. He struggled through Algebra, breezed through world history and generally had a good year. He played football (sigh), basketball and track. Next year he hopes to replace football with cross country (sigh). Now for the REALLY big news. He's taking driver's ed. Scares. Me. Half. To. Death. But then if you're a friend of mine on Facebook you know that already. He's a typical teen...snarky at times, wonderful at others. Thankfully, lately the wonderful times have been more plentiful. Thank goodness! He's pushing six feet tall, weighs next to nothing and is eating us out of house and home. I ask God daily to give me an ounce of his metabolism.
Anya is now 12 and sitting on the doorstep of teenagerdom. THAT scares me. (Lots of things scare me.) She's heading to Jr. High in the fall and is full into texting friends constantly, starting to experiment with makeup (the little we allow) and has definite thoughts about fashion and my lack thereof. She's doing well in school, which leads me to this... WHY if a child is getting As and Bs and decent test scores, would she EVER need to attend summer school? I don't get it. Thankfully, neither does the superintendent. When I talked to her about it, she said Anya doesn't need it...so we should decline. So I did. THAT freed up a BUNCH of our summer schedule. Of course it was quickly swallowed up again by cheer leading and volleyball camps, softball teams and swimming lessons...but I digress. Anya is involved in every sport imaginable...and loves it. And she's GOOD. You know when her coaches look at our girl, they see a child who is small...and tend to write her off...until she gets out on the court. Then they take notice. She likes it that way. ;)
Nick is Nick. He wrapped up fifth grade, some days struggling other days knocking our socks off. I don't know what it is with that boy, but I think he thrives coming from behind. Unfortunately, it gives his father and I regular heart attacks. He WILL be the death of us. Nick is prepping for a full sports schedule next year. Don't tell him otherwise. He will be playing football, basketball and track next year...and he's been waiting for it ALL of his life! Thankfully, the school still adheres to the eligibility rule...so Nick will need good grades to stay on the field. I am hoping it is just the push he needs to straighten him up academically. He is still a ham, stopping at nothing to get a laugh...and he turns 12 this year. Sigh. My baby boy is growing up.
Maddie, ah Maddie. This is the child saved just to teach me humility...and patience...and I wouldn't have it any other way. She is hyper and sweet, happy and bossy, thrilled with life and not afraid to show it. Life is one big party for this girl and she wants to make sure everyone joins in! And we do! :) Maddie really is a wonder! She is a straight A student with a genuine LOVE of people. She loves making people happy but then again isn't afraid to stand up for herself and the underdog. She is loud and funny and just an absolute joy. She tries EVERYTHING and if, for some reason, she is a little squeamish about trying something new, she just looks at me, I give her a nod and she is off and running. She has absolute trust in what we say. No questions. It's beautiful. Her vocabulary is exploding...and she uses it ALL. THE. TIME. She turned 9 in February and I cried a little. She really is the baby...and she's less than a year away from double digits. Sigh. She LOVES sports...more so than any of the other kids...and that is saying something. I have a video that I need to share, but I have to double-check and make sure I didn't say her real name on it first...she was playing in a basketball game and loving life. It just oozes Maddie.
And then there's me. Well, me and Shad. We're doing fine. Just quietly getting done what needs to get done. Shad likes his new job. He won't admit (most days) how much he misses being in practice...but what we both don't miss is the 'on-call' weekends. He's filling in this week for a vet about an hour west of here and he was on call this last weekend. It wasn't pretty. No. I don't miss him being on call...and he doesn't either. So we're thankful for a this job...even if it isn't practicing.
I'm still doing the publishing thing. I love it. I really do. The only problem is finding enough time in my day. Although, I don't think that will get better any time soon...especially since many of my life choices seem to sap extra time right out of my day instead of add to it. Take for instance, the insanity that is me signing on to become the Jr. High Cheerleading coach for Anya's school.
THAT will be interesting.
Actually, it already is. We just got back from the K-State cheer leading camp where we had a great time, and I realized I wasn't 18 anymore. Pics may follow.
I have also thrown my hat in the ring to be the Jr. High Volleyball coach. I did it because 1) I LOVE volleyball and 2) if someone is going to teach Anya how to play, I would really like it to be me. That and the money will be nice.
Anya loves the idea of me being her cheer leading coach...the volleyball she's not so sure about. Probably because she knows me too well and is pretty sure it will involve a lot of conditioning drills. And she's right. But she's warming up to idea. I won't know for certain about VB for a little while. In the meantime, I'm scouring UTube for volleyball drill ideas and typing up team rule sheets, all JUST. IN. CASE.
I am also getting my fingerprints taken so I can apply to be a substitute teacher...because my kids just can't get enough of me...and because the money will be helpful. See? I just throw away those hours left and right!
And then there's my relatively new, absolutely insane, infatuation with Twitter. I know what you're thinking... 'WHAT?! I haven't seen you tweet anything lately.' Well, my friends that would be because I've set up an anonymous account...and I'm tweeting with a bunch of church parody accounts. Sounds weird, I know, but it is FUN I tell you. Fun. There's something about making fun of the stereotypes of your faith that make them a little less painful. Things like everyone bringing fried chicken to a Baptist pot luck dinner...actually Baptist's infatuation with food in general. It's true...and it's SO funny when put in the proper perspective.
So there you have it. Our life outside of FB in a nutshell. I'm sure there's some stuff in there that I'm missing...like the full story on Maddie's battle with the bully...and Alek's aversion to football.
I will try to complete the picture...really I will. But only when I finally figure out how to add more time back into my day. ;)

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my football-her...

Saturday, August 25, 2012


'Look, mom,' Maddie said as she wacked herself on the shoulder. 'It doesn't hurt.' Then she turned around and headed outside to play football with Alek.




After he tackled her, she jumped back up and yelled, 'That didn't hurt! Bring it!'
I think I'm in trouble.


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