Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Monday afternoon my daughter's nose finally stopped bleeding, so she went to school for a half-day today. Tomorrow we go to the doctor to "have the splints removed" (around her I'm acting like it won't be as bad as it sounds). For now, I'm just glad things seem to be getting back to normal -- or as normal as things get for being three weeks away from Christmas!
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Friday, November 21, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Friday, November 14, 2008
It's enough to make an aunt cry. Until you're scrolling through and see the shot of her typing on the old-fashioned blue typewriter.
And it's back to love for the digital camera, because we all get to say "ahh" right then while looking on the little screen.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
We're singing in celebration of my daughter making the basketball team. She's officially a 7th grade Wildcat. Whoo Hoo! I asked her if anyone has spontaneously broke out in song while praciting in the gym. She just gave me the face. (We've discussed this one before, the 'how can my mom be SO uncool' face.)
She is very excited about playing ball. We were much more excited about her playing ball before we were told she now has to be at school at 6:15 every morning for practice. How are you alert enough to dribble a basketball at 6:15?
Oh the joys of junior high.
Her first scrimmage is Thursday -- photos to follow!
Monday, November 10, 2008
Saturday morning I was able to see my beautiful friend Julie -- and her tiny bump of a belly, even though she's almost 8 months pregnant! I looked like that at 5 months, but I'm not bitter.
Julie is from Alaska, I'm from Oklahoma; we met three years ago while living in Virginia -- is this a great country or what? Since then: we worked together every day and became great friends, she fell in love with a law school student, I was the old bridesmaid at her wedding (seriously, the next oldest was like 26; I'm sure the groomsmen who walked with me had drawn the short straw), my husband graduated from seminary and accepted a job in Texas, one year later her husband graduated from law school and...wait for it...accepted a job in Texas. Now Julie's having a baby boy and I got to go to the shower! Is that a great God or what?
I was the only "non-family member" at the shower, Julie's husband is from the Dallas area and has lots of family. It was so wonderful showering her with gifts and love. And isn't it wonderful knowing a sweet baby will soon join us? And I get to love on him and watch him grow -- and give him back to mom and dad when he's poopie or cranky!
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Sunday, November 2, 2008
I walked through the house thinking maybe she was right, we are pretty average. But, that's not the point of the blog...I enjoy writing, I enjoy reading what's happening in other 'average' lives; certainly I can find things to post.
Then I saw it, right there in the bathroom shower stall.
A hot pink Gilligan hat and a knitted stocking cap from Peru. Isn't that where you keep your hats? In the shower stall? I'm guessing it is somehow related to my minister husband and the dunk tank at the Halloween carnival -- but I don't know for certain; and I'll be interested to find out how long they remain there.
A little different, kind of strange, a bit weird --- yeah, I can see those fitting our family. But not boring, never boring.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
My daughter went with her dad early to the church to finish setting up for the big carnival. She was Bat Girl -- in a homemade tutu. This is what my friend Susan dubbed as the "working that battitude" pose.
She spent the entire evening face painting. It wasn't her intention to be quite so "servant-hearted" -- it was that the other teenagers who signed up to face paint never showed! Oh the bad luck to be first on the schedule.
My son is the ball boy for an area high school team and he opted to attend the football game instead of the traditional Halloween festivities. But, the cheerleaders gave out candy -- that made up for it. Besides, fourth grade boys are a difficult group to "costume". Should they be a football player or hobo? Certainly made it easy on mom.
Now go enjoy a few dozen pieces of candy from your kid's treat bags on me -- consider it the share I didn't get to partake in this year!