Walker just finished 1st grade. On his last day, he brought home a journal that they kept throughout the year. I really enjoyed seeing all the things he wrote. He loves his mom, dad, Brody, Avery, the dog, the army, the sun....
I come across one page where they have to tell about their pet. He's all cute writing things about our dog Max, and then here comes the kicker.....
"My dog pis on my haws"
Mrs. Emerson, I must apologize to you for him writing that in his journal and you possibly reading it. I could say I don't know where he gets it from, but I won't pretend to be perfect. I KNOW the word piss has come out of my mouth around my kids. I'm only human....I do strive to be cautious and choose my words carefully, but that's not always the case.
And I must admit that when I read that, I did bust out laughing. Once again, I'm not perfect. And for those of you reading this, don't you dare pretend to be. :)
At least he made proper use of his journal.....
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Friday, May 22, 2009
Prissy girl
Boys and girls are NOT the same. My boys are mean and rugged and rough. And Avery is....well, see for yourself.
Such a prissy little thing. I could just eat her up!
Such a prissy little thing. I could just eat her up!Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Regular Season Champs
Brody's baseball team claimed the regular season championship last night with a 19-12 win over another undefeated team. Congrats to the team and coaches on a job well done this year! Brody was so excited to get another trophy. He LOVES them!
Brody and Coach Terry Bob
The Team!
Brody all excited about getting his trophy!
Everyone ready to get their own trophy!
My pretty Brody hamming it up for the camera!
Brody and Coach Terry Bob
The Team!
Brody all excited about getting his trophy!
Everyone ready to get their own trophy!
My pretty Brody hamming it up for the camera!Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Happy Birthday Avery!
Sunday was Avery's birthday.....she is 3 years old now. However, she acts 23....hands on her hips, talking with her hands, flirting with the boys.
We had a Princess themed party, and all the girls (plus one boy) dressed the part. We had such a good time, and she enjoyed every minute of it.
Avery checking out the cookie set she got.
Avery has just discovered her big present.....
......the Barbie mustang! :)
My attempt at baking and decorating her cake!
Avery giving Jaret "the look".
All the princesses and prince
and another....
Brody with Daisy (I think). Ms. Tiff had to bring the puppies to see Avery for her birthday.
Avery with Ms. Tiff, her favorite person in the whole world.
We had a Princess themed party, and all the girls (plus one boy) dressed the part. We had such a good time, and she enjoyed every minute of it.
Avery checking out the cookie set she got.
Avery has just discovered her big present.....
......the Barbie mustang! :)
My attempt at baking and decorating her cake!
Avery giving Jaret "the look".All the princesses and princeYet another shot....
and another....
Brody with Daisy (I think). Ms. Tiff had to bring the puppies to see Avery for her birthday.
Avery with Ms. Tiff, her favorite person in the whole world.Thursday, May 14, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Pomp and Circumstance
My Brody did it! He's finally a graduate! He was such a handsome little fella in his cap and gown....just all grown-up looking. They did a little skit that showed a day in the life of a Lil' Tigers preschooler. They basically ran through the motions and activities of the day. It was really cute. And then they had a slide show, and that of course got a few tears flowing. But overall, it was a very nice time. There were no funnies to really tell about.....well, except for Brody's best friend Ryan going through half of the program with his pants unzipped! :) My baby is all grown up now!
Brody with his Nana and Pawpaw
Brody with Mrs. Nickie, the owner
Brody and Mrs. Ann, his EVERYTHING. She has been with him since day 1.
The fam....I promise Avery had a better time than she's putting on.
DOUBLE TROUBLE....Brody and his best friend Ryan
Doing part of the skit
Brody and Ryan, the little graduates
Me with Brody and Ryan
Brody hugging his teacher Mrs. Jennifer
Double Trouble yet again
Ryan and his family......plus Brody! The Boyd's didn't know they had a 3rd son!
Brody with his Nana and Pawpaw
Brody with Mrs. Nickie, the owner
Brody and Mrs. Ann, his EVERYTHING. She has been with him since day 1.
The fam....I promise Avery had a better time than she's putting on.
DOUBLE TROUBLE....Brody and his best friend Ryan
Doing part of the skit
Brody and Ryan, the little graduates
Me with Brody and Ryan
Brody hugging his teacher Mrs. Jennifer
Double Trouble yet again
Ryan and his family......plus Brody! The Boyd's didn't know they had a 3rd son!Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Tonight's the night.....
Get your head out of the gutter! :)
Tonight is the night that my Brody graduates from Pre-K! I'm a little excited, I'm a little sad, and I'm a little bummed that I had to buy khakis and a dress shirt for it! :) Here I am trying to buy summer stuff because he has grown so much over the last few months, and graduation throws a kink in it. :) Oh well....he'll look handsome.
Walker never graduated from Pre-K because he went to a different program than Brody, so this is my first time. I am going to bust up in that building with digital camera, video camera, and tissue in hand. I can't wait to see the program and what all they have been practicing on. He won't tell me anything about it at home, so I have NO idea what it will be like. I'm sure there will be lots of funnies to tell about tomorrow.
I can't wait!!!!!!!
Tonight is the night that my Brody graduates from Pre-K! I'm a little excited, I'm a little sad, and I'm a little bummed that I had to buy khakis and a dress shirt for it! :) Here I am trying to buy summer stuff because he has grown so much over the last few months, and graduation throws a kink in it. :) Oh well....he'll look handsome.
Walker never graduated from Pre-K because he went to a different program than Brody, so this is my first time. I am going to bust up in that building with digital camera, video camera, and tissue in hand. I can't wait to see the program and what all they have been practicing on. He won't tell me anything about it at home, so I have NO idea what it will be like. I'm sure there will be lots of funnies to tell about tomorrow.
I can't wait!!!!!!!
Monday, May 11, 2009
More good times, good times....
Back to the story....
We've just ordered pizza, and kids are taking baths, so Tiff decides she needs to change a light bulb in one of the outdoor lights on the outside of their garage. There's no ladder close by, so she climbs on Troy's shoulders. She's messing around with it, I can see where she's pulling the entire sconce away from the wall, and she can't find a way to get to the bulb. So Troy tells her what to look for, and she's pulling and tugging and all the sudden there is a flame that shoots up! She jumps back real fast, taking Troy with her, and luckily he held on to her. She's screaming and wailing and claiming she's been electrocuted. "AAAGGGGHHHHH....OOOOHHHHH....I've been electrocuted!....AAAAAGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!" I'm pretty sure she hasn't been, but I'm beginning to wonder by the way she's carrying on. She gets off of Troy's shoulders and calms down to realize that she is A-OK! And of course, we are all laughing til we cry. Tiff has had a rough day....cartwheeling off the 4-wheeler and now being electrocuted!
The rest of the night was pretty calm. We listened to Kevin play the guitar and Troy throw a chord in every other note or so. :) They couldn't remember any songs or words, and it was quite funny! It was like Kevin said "They knew half of a whole lot of songs!" God love 'em....
We've just ordered pizza, and kids are taking baths, so Tiff decides she needs to change a light bulb in one of the outdoor lights on the outside of their garage. There's no ladder close by, so she climbs on Troy's shoulders. She's messing around with it, I can see where she's pulling the entire sconce away from the wall, and she can't find a way to get to the bulb. So Troy tells her what to look for, and she's pulling and tugging and all the sudden there is a flame that shoots up! She jumps back real fast, taking Troy with her, and luckily he held on to her. She's screaming and wailing and claiming she's been electrocuted. "AAAGGGGHHHHH....OOOOHHHHH....I've been electrocuted!....AAAAAGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!" I'm pretty sure she hasn't been, but I'm beginning to wonder by the way she's carrying on. She gets off of Troy's shoulders and calms down to realize that she is A-OK! And of course, we are all laughing til we cry. Tiff has had a rough day....cartwheeling off the 4-wheeler and now being electrocuted!
The rest of the night was pretty calm. We listened to Kevin play the guitar and Troy throw a chord in every other note or so. :) They couldn't remember any songs or words, and it was quite funny! It was like Kevin said "They knew half of a whole lot of songs!" God love 'em....
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Good times, good times....
Well, here I am yet again with another post about my weekend I spent outdoors. Saturday morning, we had a yard sale at my mom's house. I spent a few hours working with that, and then I get a text message from Troy. It's somewhat of a joke....it talks of the activities that will take place at the Reed Farm. There was mudding, fishing, swimming, etc....come to find out, everyone was really wanting to go mudding. It had come a monsoon earlier in the day, so the opportunity sounded perfect! Well, I get a call from Tiffini, and she says "Are you gonna go with me so we can get ourselves a 4-wheeler? How can we go mudding if we don't have a 4-wheeler?" I'm a little stunned by what she has just asked, so I'm thinking "this has to be a joke". I had to hang up and promised to call her right back. I approach Kevin and ask him what he has up his sleeve. He is absolutely clueless. So I tell him to call Tiffini back and see if she is serious. That was a mistake, because it turned from me and Tiff getting 4-wheelers to him wanting Troy on the phone. And all the sudden I hear "Why don't we give them our 4-wheelers and get ourselves new ones?" WHAT? No way.... This is about me and Tiff. I just had the rug pulled out from under me and now Kevin is getting a new 4-wheeler? I don't think so.....
Troy, Tiff and Cierra come to the house to pick Tucker up (he had spent the night with us), but when they get there, Troy says that a car lot in Ardmore has some 4-wheelers for sale. He and Kevin take off and before I know it, I am the proud owner of a new 4-wheeler. Yea, he ended up getting one for me instead of for himself. It was my Mother's Day gift! Thank you dear!
Ok....so later on, we go to Troy and Tiff's to go mudding. The Hutcheson's are also there. Troy has an old Jeep that we can use to go mudding, but it's a stick shift. Tiff can't drive it, so I am the one who gets to drive it. We're using the Jeep so we can haul half of the children that are there. But first we have to get gas in it, and there is also a tire that is low on air. So the women load up to go.
Julie hops in the back seat and ends up sitting in something wet, so her entire hind end is soaked. Tiff gets in, and I climb in the driver's seat....and "flop"! The back of the seat flies back and I'm sitting way back like I'm about to drive through the hood, speakers thumping. We laugh til we're crying almost. We're ready to go, but where's the key. We look through the mud and pile of leaves, and rocks, and dead carcases that are in the Jeep to try to find the key. Oh, there it is....hanging from something on the rear view mirror. I grab it, and try to put it in the ignition. It won't fit. "Why is this not working?" Am I that stupid? Tiff looks at the key, and says it's not the Jeep key. So I put it back where I found it and notice that it came from a padlock that was hanging on the mirror. OMG....I AM that stupid! :) So once again we laugh about that!!!! OK...let's find Troy and see where the key is. Tiff says it has a green thingy on it, and I notice it sitting on the hood of the Jeep when I get out. So I get it, and voila....it works. I put it into what I think is first gear, but NO, it's reverse. Hello Cass' truck.....I almost hit it, but stopped it in time. I look at the head of the stick and notice that Reverse is where first usually is, and first is where second usually is, and so on and so forth. Alright, alright...I got it now. We head off to the store. I must say this Jeep is quite old, the steering is AWFUL, and I'm thankful that the car we met on the way to the gas station was WAY over on his side of the road. We're riding...hair and leaves flying everywhere in the wind. But it's somewhat calming....
I ask where the gas tank is located on the Jeep, and they tell me. We pull up to the pump, and Tiff so kindly tells me my hair looks like total you-know-what. I can't remember her exact words, but it was something along the lines of me and Kevin, and a wind tunnel. I don't know....
The 3 of us go to the back of the Jeep, and Julie and Tiff start looking at a way to get the back door of the Jeep open, because that's obviously how you get to the gas tank. :) Julie was sure of it because she saw Troy tying something to the back there. How that has anything to do with a gas tank, I'm not sure. Well, they can't get it open, so I decide to call Kevin to find out what to do, and at that time I notice there is the little twist top that you find on ALL vehicles. We bust out laughing!!!!! We twist it open and pump the gas! Now on to putting air in the tire. We put our 50 cents in, (yes, there is a charge for air now) and start filling the tire. "Julie, is the air going in?" "Yea, it's going in real good." "Are you sure?" She kicks it...."Yep, it's going in." We are all laughing once again. I'm looking at the tire, and I can't notice that it's looking much better, so we're all 3 bent over looking at it like we are mechanics. We decide it's working....then some man that knows Cass pulls up and is dying laughing at the site of us 3 women trying to fill a tire. Oh shut up is my thought! We can do this just as good as you, and look good doing it. Well, we could look good if our hair didn't look like it had just been licked by a hippo. But whatever.....
We get back to the Reed's and we're ready to go. So we all take off and line up getting ready to head back to the mudding area, and me and Tiff and some of the kids blow by them and we're ready to cross the muddy creek to get to the site. We're hooting and hollering like a bunch of wild baboons!!!! We hit the creek and we're slinging mud everywhere! WOO HOO!!!!!! That was fun! Now it's time to hit the trail, and we barely get started before we hit the first big mudhole. Well, my expertise in Jeep driving does not come in handy as we get it stuck. We are slinging mud everywhere. It's all down my left side, in my hair, in my mouth..... Tiff is yelling and having a good time, Brody is crying, and I'm laughing! Troy is shouting out orders that I need to do to get it out, and nothing is working. So he comes back there trying to get it out himself, but to no avail. Kevin and Cass try to pull it out with their 4-wheelers, but that's not working either. Oh well.....we leave 'er behind in the mud! She was a good Jeep....all 58 seconds she lasted. :)
We all shift around as to who is riding with who on the 4-wheelers. I take Kevin back on my 4-wheeler to pick up Walker's (he decided to ride with someone else), and we go back to where everyone is waiting. But no.....I get my 4-wheeler stuck. You have GOT to be kidding me! I have it down in the rut so far that the water is rushing up over the left side of the foot stand. I'm leaning to the right to keep it from falling on over on it's side and Kevin comes and makes me get off so he can get it out. I climb off, and he throws it in reverse and after a little bit he has it out. He tells me to keep it out of the ruts (remember this comment for later in the story).
OK....we're all back together, and we're ready to continue our ride. 3 minutes later, someone is stuck. I don't know who....there were so many of those instances. At least I wasn't the only one. We come to a spot that Troy wants us to wait, and he and Cass are going ahead a little bit to try to knock down some trees so it will be easier to get through. Tiff throws one leg over to dismount the 4-wheeler, Troy guns it cause he thinks she is off, and she comes off of that thing in the most excellent form of a cartwheel. It's like it was in slow motion....I see one leg coming over, followed by an arm, and then she lands with her feet and hands on the ground! Where's the scorecard cause I give this girl a 10! I love to see anyone fall (without getting hurt of course), and I am dying laughing. I cannot control myself. She's fussing at Kevin because she said all she saw when she popped up was Kevin shaking from laughing so hard. LOL!!!! Even Cass was laughing at her! Poor Tiff.... Anyway, we wait and wait for Troy and Cass to return....I have to pee. I am not a pee-er in the woods. We all know this. All the boys decide they have to go. That makes it worse for me. I have really got to pee now. I am NOT using the bathroom in the woods. Forget it. Cierra and Julie have to go. "Come on Ginger, let's go"..... FINE! The 3 of us walk back to a hidden area. I fear that if I squat to pee, I won't be able to get back up. Then they will find me laid back in briars, with my pants around my ankles. But I talk myself up that it's simply peeing in the woods, not brain surgery. So, the deed is done. I make it out safe and alive, free of snake bite (ref: prior blog post Yosemite:) ). Troy and Cass make it back and we continue on. Lots more of stopping and getting someone out of the mud, over and over. I get stuck again and Kevin tells me to stay in the ruts, and I won't get stuck again. Did he not just tell me at the beginning of the trail to stay out of the ruts? Whatever the case, we get done and we head up to the house, decide to order pizza, and everyone takes their turns taking baths to get the mud off......
I'm starting to get sleepy, so I'll finish the story in another post....
Troy, Tiff and Cierra come to the house to pick Tucker up (he had spent the night with us), but when they get there, Troy says that a car lot in Ardmore has some 4-wheelers for sale. He and Kevin take off and before I know it, I am the proud owner of a new 4-wheeler. Yea, he ended up getting one for me instead of for himself. It was my Mother's Day gift! Thank you dear!
Ok....so later on, we go to Troy and Tiff's to go mudding. The Hutcheson's are also there. Troy has an old Jeep that we can use to go mudding, but it's a stick shift. Tiff can't drive it, so I am the one who gets to drive it. We're using the Jeep so we can haul half of the children that are there. But first we have to get gas in it, and there is also a tire that is low on air. So the women load up to go.
Julie hops in the back seat and ends up sitting in something wet, so her entire hind end is soaked. Tiff gets in, and I climb in the driver's seat....and "flop"! The back of the seat flies back and I'm sitting way back like I'm about to drive through the hood, speakers thumping. We laugh til we're crying almost. We're ready to go, but where's the key. We look through the mud and pile of leaves, and rocks, and dead carcases that are in the Jeep to try to find the key. Oh, there it is....hanging from something on the rear view mirror. I grab it, and try to put it in the ignition. It won't fit. "Why is this not working?" Am I that stupid? Tiff looks at the key, and says it's not the Jeep key. So I put it back where I found it and notice that it came from a padlock that was hanging on the mirror. OMG....I AM that stupid! :) So once again we laugh about that!!!! OK...let's find Troy and see where the key is. Tiff says it has a green thingy on it, and I notice it sitting on the hood of the Jeep when I get out. So I get it, and voila....it works. I put it into what I think is first gear, but NO, it's reverse. Hello Cass' truck.....I almost hit it, but stopped it in time. I look at the head of the stick and notice that Reverse is where first usually is, and first is where second usually is, and so on and so forth. Alright, alright...I got it now. We head off to the store. I must say this Jeep is quite old, the steering is AWFUL, and I'm thankful that the car we met on the way to the gas station was WAY over on his side of the road. We're riding...hair and leaves flying everywhere in the wind. But it's somewhat calming....
I ask where the gas tank is located on the Jeep, and they tell me. We pull up to the pump, and Tiff so kindly tells me my hair looks like total you-know-what. I can't remember her exact words, but it was something along the lines of me and Kevin, and a wind tunnel. I don't know....
The 3 of us go to the back of the Jeep, and Julie and Tiff start looking at a way to get the back door of the Jeep open, because that's obviously how you get to the gas tank. :) Julie was sure of it because she saw Troy tying something to the back there. How that has anything to do with a gas tank, I'm not sure. Well, they can't get it open, so I decide to call Kevin to find out what to do, and at that time I notice there is the little twist top that you find on ALL vehicles. We bust out laughing!!!!! We twist it open and pump the gas! Now on to putting air in the tire. We put our 50 cents in, (yes, there is a charge for air now) and start filling the tire. "Julie, is the air going in?" "Yea, it's going in real good." "Are you sure?" She kicks it...."Yep, it's going in." We are all laughing once again. I'm looking at the tire, and I can't notice that it's looking much better, so we're all 3 bent over looking at it like we are mechanics. We decide it's working....then some man that knows Cass pulls up and is dying laughing at the site of us 3 women trying to fill a tire. Oh shut up is my thought! We can do this just as good as you, and look good doing it. Well, we could look good if our hair didn't look like it had just been licked by a hippo. But whatever.....
We get back to the Reed's and we're ready to go. So we all take off and line up getting ready to head back to the mudding area, and me and Tiff and some of the kids blow by them and we're ready to cross the muddy creek to get to the site. We're hooting and hollering like a bunch of wild baboons!!!! We hit the creek and we're slinging mud everywhere! WOO HOO!!!!!! That was fun! Now it's time to hit the trail, and we barely get started before we hit the first big mudhole. Well, my expertise in Jeep driving does not come in handy as we get it stuck. We are slinging mud everywhere. It's all down my left side, in my hair, in my mouth..... Tiff is yelling and having a good time, Brody is crying, and I'm laughing! Troy is shouting out orders that I need to do to get it out, and nothing is working. So he comes back there trying to get it out himself, but to no avail. Kevin and Cass try to pull it out with their 4-wheelers, but that's not working either. Oh well.....we leave 'er behind in the mud! She was a good Jeep....all 58 seconds she lasted. :)
We all shift around as to who is riding with who on the 4-wheelers. I take Kevin back on my 4-wheeler to pick up Walker's (he decided to ride with someone else), and we go back to where everyone is waiting. But no.....I get my 4-wheeler stuck. You have GOT to be kidding me! I have it down in the rut so far that the water is rushing up over the left side of the foot stand. I'm leaning to the right to keep it from falling on over on it's side and Kevin comes and makes me get off so he can get it out. I climb off, and he throws it in reverse and after a little bit he has it out. He tells me to keep it out of the ruts (remember this comment for later in the story).
OK....we're all back together, and we're ready to continue our ride. 3 minutes later, someone is stuck. I don't know who....there were so many of those instances. At least I wasn't the only one. We come to a spot that Troy wants us to wait, and he and Cass are going ahead a little bit to try to knock down some trees so it will be easier to get through. Tiff throws one leg over to dismount the 4-wheeler, Troy guns it cause he thinks she is off, and she comes off of that thing in the most excellent form of a cartwheel. It's like it was in slow motion....I see one leg coming over, followed by an arm, and then she lands with her feet and hands on the ground! Where's the scorecard cause I give this girl a 10! I love to see anyone fall (without getting hurt of course), and I am dying laughing. I cannot control myself. She's fussing at Kevin because she said all she saw when she popped up was Kevin shaking from laughing so hard. LOL!!!! Even Cass was laughing at her! Poor Tiff.... Anyway, we wait and wait for Troy and Cass to return....I have to pee. I am not a pee-er in the woods. We all know this. All the boys decide they have to go. That makes it worse for me. I have really got to pee now. I am NOT using the bathroom in the woods. Forget it. Cierra and Julie have to go. "Come on Ginger, let's go"..... FINE! The 3 of us walk back to a hidden area. I fear that if I squat to pee, I won't be able to get back up. Then they will find me laid back in briars, with my pants around my ankles. But I talk myself up that it's simply peeing in the woods, not brain surgery. So, the deed is done. I make it out safe and alive, free of snake bite (ref: prior blog post Yosemite:) ). Troy and Cass make it back and we continue on. Lots more of stopping and getting someone out of the mud, over and over. I get stuck again and Kevin tells me to stay in the ruts, and I won't get stuck again. Did he not just tell me at the beginning of the trail to stay out of the ruts? Whatever the case, we get done and we head up to the house, decide to order pizza, and everyone takes their turns taking baths to get the mud off......
I'm starting to get sleepy, so I'll finish the story in another post....
Friday, May 8, 2009
ZIP IT!
If you were at Walker's game last night, you had to know this post was coming today. First off, let me preface this story by saying that I am a sports mom. I am going to yell at the games, cheer, hoot and holler....you name it.
Tucker is getting ready to bat, and I hear his dad (who is a coach) tell him "Do NOT swing at the first pitch!" Tucker nods his head as in saying "yes sir". Well, our pitching coach throws the ball, and what does Tucker do....he swings at it and misses. I yell "Tucker Reed, your daddy said No!" Tucker doesn't turn around and acknowledge me or anything. Which is normal, he usually doesn't. Coach throws the next pitch and it's over Tucker's head. He misses again! I yell "Tucker, that was over your head boy!" Tucker turns and looks at me and turns right back around. The coach looks at me and says "you....you're gonna have to zip it". (and this wasn't in a cutesy kind of way. he was serious)
OH NO YOU DIDN'T! (that's me in my Sha-naenae lingo) Did he really just call me out in front of everyone and say that to me? I think I was a little shocked at first, but then I started boiling. I respect him as a coach, and I expect the same respect from him as a parent. If you have something to say to me, you do it after the game and not in front of everyone. His wife asked "Did he really just say that?" Yep honey, he did. A little while later she said I should slap him after the game. I wouldn't take it that far! :) But I did admit to her that it pissed me off. I know it may seem crazy and I could totally understand him getting upset if I was telling the player to do something opposite from what the coach was saying. But it was nowhere near anything like that.
Then to top it off, Walker gets up to bat and I'm yelling for him to hit. And Kevin says to him "She is not your coach. You listen to me." OMG! I'm gonna have to bust a cap in his tail! What is it with these men?????
After the game was over, I'm walking by the dugout and the coach and Kevin are in there and the coach says "you're gonna have to put a muzzle on her". I ignore the comment and keep walking. Then a few minutes later the coach says "You can't just talk to the players like that when they're batting." ARE YOU KIDDING ME? I am fuming, but I contain myself because I don't want to make a scene. It's not like I was striking up a conversation with Tucker in the middle of a game.
Anyway, this is just my way to release the emotions I have from last night. It's not meant to berate him in any way. I just needed to vent my frustrations to whoever will listen out there. I may be completely in the wrong, but it's the way I feel.
Until next time.....
Tucker is getting ready to bat, and I hear his dad (who is a coach) tell him "Do NOT swing at the first pitch!" Tucker nods his head as in saying "yes sir". Well, our pitching coach throws the ball, and what does Tucker do....he swings at it and misses. I yell "Tucker Reed, your daddy said No!" Tucker doesn't turn around and acknowledge me or anything. Which is normal, he usually doesn't. Coach throws the next pitch and it's over Tucker's head. He misses again! I yell "Tucker, that was over your head boy!" Tucker turns and looks at me and turns right back around. The coach looks at me and says "you....you're gonna have to zip it". (and this wasn't in a cutesy kind of way. he was serious)
OH NO YOU DIDN'T! (that's me in my Sha-naenae lingo) Did he really just call me out in front of everyone and say that to me? I think I was a little shocked at first, but then I started boiling. I respect him as a coach, and I expect the same respect from him as a parent. If you have something to say to me, you do it after the game and not in front of everyone. His wife asked "Did he really just say that?" Yep honey, he did. A little while later she said I should slap him after the game. I wouldn't take it that far! :) But I did admit to her that it pissed me off. I know it may seem crazy and I could totally understand him getting upset if I was telling the player to do something opposite from what the coach was saying. But it was nowhere near anything like that.
Then to top it off, Walker gets up to bat and I'm yelling for him to hit. And Kevin says to him "She is not your coach. You listen to me." OMG! I'm gonna have to bust a cap in his tail! What is it with these men?????
After the game was over, I'm walking by the dugout and the coach and Kevin are in there and the coach says "you're gonna have to put a muzzle on her". I ignore the comment and keep walking. Then a few minutes later the coach says "You can't just talk to the players like that when they're batting." ARE YOU KIDDING ME? I am fuming, but I contain myself because I don't want to make a scene. It's not like I was striking up a conversation with Tucker in the middle of a game.
Anyway, this is just my way to release the emotions I have from last night. It's not meant to berate him in any way. I just needed to vent my frustrations to whoever will listen out there. I may be completely in the wrong, but it's the way I feel.
Until next time.....
Monday, May 4, 2009
Sunday Morning Entertainment
Two of my three children are too old for Children's Church during Sunday morning worship hour. So that means they have to sit out in the sanctuary with me and Kevin....and the other 200+ members. Why, oh why, have we not created sound-proof enclosed pews? Surely someone has a patent pending on this idea.....
I'll just give you a little timeline of yesterday's worship hour to prove to you why we need them:
10:30 - Opening prayer....we all stand. Except for Brody who is slumped down as far as he can get
10:32 - Walker asks if preaching is over yet...."No son, it's not even begun yet"
10:34 - Somewhere in the middle of a song, Walker once again asks if it's over yet
10:35 - Brody grabs a hymnal and starts violently flipping through the pages....I get a death grip on his hand and he let's go....
10:40 - It's Senior Adult Sunday, and my son wants to know why the old people are in the choir
10:42 - The choir is singing and Brody is bopping around like he's on a disco floor. My eyes meet his and he stops.
10:43 - Brody starts swaying back and forth to the music.....he stops when I grab the back of his neck
10:45 - Allena looks over at me and has the biggest smile on her face....Either she's thinking under her breath that I need to take my children out or she's thinking "Poor girl, I've been there with my 2 boys"
10:46 - I start asking myself if I took my crazy pill? Did I? Did I? Yes...No....Maybe?
10:48 - "Is preaching over yet?"......I'll give you one guess as to who that was.
11:05 - Preaching has started and Brody wants to turn around and take roll. He just has to know who all is there. "Turn around son. Quit being so nosey."
11:15 - Walker lays his head in my lap and falls asleep. Thank goodness....one down and one to go.
11:18 - I wonder to myself "Why in the world did Kevin sit us so close to the front where everyone and their mother can see the commotion we cause?"
11:22 - Do I smell something? No, I don't think so....maybe I'm just being paranoid.
11:30 - Preaching is over....."yes Walker, it's over"
11:31 - Brody announces that he has to potty. I'm sure the people sitting on the other side of the church heard him.
11:32 - Announcement time - Kevin takes Brody to potty.
11:33 - Preston, Austin and Michael are making Walker snicker by making faces at him. I can't help but snicker too. I'm delirious by this point and well aware of the fact that I did take my medicine. :)
11:34 - Church is over! I know I shouldn't be excited, but when you are constantly fighting a battle while sitting there, you are ready to get out.
I'll just give you a little timeline of yesterday's worship hour to prove to you why we need them:
10:30 - Opening prayer....we all stand. Except for Brody who is slumped down as far as he can get
10:32 - Walker asks if preaching is over yet...."No son, it's not even begun yet"
10:34 - Somewhere in the middle of a song, Walker once again asks if it's over yet
10:35 - Brody grabs a hymnal and starts violently flipping through the pages....I get a death grip on his hand and he let's go....
10:40 - It's Senior Adult Sunday, and my son wants to know why the old people are in the choir
10:42 - The choir is singing and Brody is bopping around like he's on a disco floor. My eyes meet his and he stops.
10:43 - Brody starts swaying back and forth to the music.....he stops when I grab the back of his neck
10:45 - Allena looks over at me and has the biggest smile on her face....Either she's thinking under her breath that I need to take my children out or she's thinking "Poor girl, I've been there with my 2 boys"
10:46 - I start asking myself if I took my crazy pill? Did I? Did I? Yes...No....Maybe?
10:48 - "Is preaching over yet?"......I'll give you one guess as to who that was.
11:05 - Preaching has started and Brody wants to turn around and take roll. He just has to know who all is there. "Turn around son. Quit being so nosey."
11:15 - Walker lays his head in my lap and falls asleep. Thank goodness....one down and one to go.
11:18 - I wonder to myself "Why in the world did Kevin sit us so close to the front where everyone and their mother can see the commotion we cause?"
11:22 - Do I smell something? No, I don't think so....maybe I'm just being paranoid.
11:30 - Preaching is over....."yes Walker, it's over"
11:31 - Brody announces that he has to potty. I'm sure the people sitting on the other side of the church heard him.
11:32 - Announcement time - Kevin takes Brody to potty.
11:33 - Preston, Austin and Michael are making Walker snicker by making faces at him. I can't help but snicker too. I'm delirious by this point and well aware of the fact that I did take my medicine. :)
11:34 - Church is over! I know I shouldn't be excited, but when you are constantly fighting a battle while sitting there, you are ready to get out.
Sweet Caleb
I have a tendency to follow the journeys of a lot of sick children....some are healed, while others are not. God created my heart to feel for these children like I do, and I honestly hate it. I can't stand to see children suffering, but God insists that I follow their journeys and pray for them. One of the latest ones is a sweet boy named Caleb Gill. I learned of him through a Sunday School member mentioning him in class one day. His family had already been through a living hell with the father dying a few years ago. The mother, Debbie, was left to care for 4 children. And if things couldn't get any worse, they do. Caleb was diagnosed with a brain tumor in August 2008. He fought hard, and some would say he lost his battle. But I disagree. I think he won! He is with his daddy and our Father in heaven.
I would ask that you lift this family up in your prayers as they must deal with yet another loss. His site is listed below. I encourage you all to visit the site, and I dare you to say you were not blessed by it.
http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/calebgill
I would ask that you lift this family up in your prayers as they must deal with yet another loss. His site is listed below. I encourage you all to visit the site, and I dare you to say you were not blessed by it.
http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/calebgill
Friday, May 1, 2009
Bama/UT Baseball game
A few weeks ago, Kevin and I took Walker, Brody, Tucker and Troy to a Bama/UT baseball game as part of Tucker's birthday present. We didn't even know if we were going to get to go because it had rained all day the day before and they were calling for a chance that day. But we loaded up and went anyway.
I knew exactly what I was getting into when I invited UT fans to go. We pull in Troy's driveway, and I was blinded by the orange. You could have spotted him a mile away. My stomach starts turning because I hate the site of UT orange. It's about the ugliest, brightest orange you can find. But I suck it up and allow him to not only sit in my truck, but to sit in the front seat. Tucker doesn't look as bad because he has on a white shirt with his orange hat. But Troy was covered in orange. I bet his underwear was even orange. But we won't go there. We hop in the truck and we're off. But wait, we have to stop at the store and get beef jerky....what is it with boys and beef jerky? We're finally on our way and there is arguing and fussing between the boys about who has the DS and who has the PSP and who stinks and who wants my IPOD. It was a LONG 2 hr drive. And with me stuck in the middle row of seats, nonetheless. I have long legs, and I was not the least bit comfortable. But I digress....
We get to the game and find a good parking space. We get in the stadium and guess what we have to walk by....the souvenir stand. Yep, let's drop a quick $229 on pullovers and balls and sharpies. And then we drop another $40 at the concession stand. No wonder the ticket itself was only $5.....they get you everywhere else.
Anywho, we get up to our seats and I notice a few boys lined up in the stands where Bama is warming up. We take our baseballs and sharpies and hike to the other side of the field and wait on autographs. (As you can see below in the pictures, I was enjoying the view myself) Only one player, Ross Wilson (John Parker's brother) took the time to sign the balls for us. Thanks Ross! You made my boy's day!
The game was great! We had some hecklers in the student section that were annoying even us Bama fans. I could have tied them up by their shoe strings, but what's the point. They probably would have liked it. :)
Bama won 8-4!! Roll Tide! And down with the Vols!
Troy, Tucker, Brody and Walker watching the UT pitchers warm up.
Walker, Brody and Tucker (not sure what's up with the look on his face)
A much happier looking Tucker!
Tucker and Walker
The lovely Ross Wilson
I don't know where this picture of Ross came from! :)
Or this one.....
A cute little UT player
Tucker
Kent Malathes after his big home run in the first inning
Tucker
Troy and his ugly UT hat
Bama after the win!
I knew exactly what I was getting into when I invited UT fans to go. We pull in Troy's driveway, and I was blinded by the orange. You could have spotted him a mile away. My stomach starts turning because I hate the site of UT orange. It's about the ugliest, brightest orange you can find. But I suck it up and allow him to not only sit in my truck, but to sit in the front seat. Tucker doesn't look as bad because he has on a white shirt with his orange hat. But Troy was covered in orange. I bet his underwear was even orange. But we won't go there. We hop in the truck and we're off. But wait, we have to stop at the store and get beef jerky....what is it with boys and beef jerky? We're finally on our way and there is arguing and fussing between the boys about who has the DS and who has the PSP and who stinks and who wants my IPOD. It was a LONG 2 hr drive. And with me stuck in the middle row of seats, nonetheless. I have long legs, and I was not the least bit comfortable. But I digress....
We get to the game and find a good parking space. We get in the stadium and guess what we have to walk by....the souvenir stand. Yep, let's drop a quick $229 on pullovers and balls and sharpies. And then we drop another $40 at the concession stand. No wonder the ticket itself was only $5.....they get you everywhere else.
Anywho, we get up to our seats and I notice a few boys lined up in the stands where Bama is warming up. We take our baseballs and sharpies and hike to the other side of the field and wait on autographs. (As you can see below in the pictures, I was enjoying the view myself) Only one player, Ross Wilson (John Parker's brother) took the time to sign the balls for us. Thanks Ross! You made my boy's day!
The game was great! We had some hecklers in the student section that were annoying even us Bama fans. I could have tied them up by their shoe strings, but what's the point. They probably would have liked it. :)
Bama won 8-4!! Roll Tide! And down with the Vols!
Troy, Tucker, Brody and Walker watching the UT pitchers warm up.
Walker, Brody and Tucker (not sure what's up with the look on his face)
A much happier looking Tucker!
Tucker and Walker
The lovely Ross Wilson
I don't know where this picture of Ross came from! :)
Or this one.....
A cute little UT player
Tucker
Kent Malathes after his big home run in the first inning
Tucker
Troy and his ugly UT hat
Bama after the win!
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