Prologue: Daddy and I were riding in the car on the way out of town to shoot a Marine Corps Ball. He said, "I've got some blog topics to help you with your writer's cramp."
I have an affliction with benefits. When I am anxious, I clean. When I am procrastinating, I clean. I'm not a neat freak but between anxiety and procrastination, stuff is clean around here. If I am unable to clean, you'll find something else ridiculously organized. Sometimes in the process, I mess up stuff...
I stewed about what I could write today just to get my feet wet in blogging again but I came up with nothing. Then something happened to put the icing on the backstory cake.
We had an awesome season, with awesome coaches and therefore awesome players. We were beating a team for the third time. We were stronger, better and faster. I made an agreement with myself that I was going to be a good sport (football mom) and stop wishing all these weeks away, just so I could get to the next thing and get that over with. I had my eye on the October 26th prize. But as we started winning and winning and winning and winning, I said, "Ut oh, what does this mean?"...
I know my child would rather I not reveal this but... it is a Finish the Sentence Friday post and I've got a story to tell. We had the talk...
My day today didn't get off on the right foot. Nothing went as planned. I am sitting in the car at football practice as I write this post. It's raining and it is a swampy 79 degrees. It's Tuesday Ten and National Pet Peeves week and I get to whine about 10 things.
Linking up with Tuesday Ten, where the prompt was to link up quotes that you like, that make you laugh, or that inspire you. I've done all three.
An anniversary tribute to my mom and dad. When I look at my parents, then and now, I'm in awe of their love, hardship and endurance. I am so glad they've been my roles models - for better and for worse.
I am linking up with Tuesday Ten where the prompt is to pick ten numbers between 1-100, then go here and answer the questions that correspond with the numbers you chose or, just choose 10 questions from the list to answer.
Once upon a time in the marriage of my youth, I tried to kill my husband.
One day I was buying groceries and I said to myself, "I can't do this anymore." Enough is enough right?
I am linking up with Kimberly at Being A Wordsmith. September is her birthday month and she's been hosting a month long even day blog challenge. The theme for today is Rejuvenation. This is an easy one because you can link up an old post.
I've been driving home from football practice with the car windows down, my trunk stinks and I know there's real dirt in the vacuum cleaner. Like real dirt dirt.
My parents were here this weekend to see Christopher's first football game. My mom and I had already talked about what I needed to get from the grocery store. So the menu was set. No one was going to have to worry about going to the grocery store or wonder about what to eat. It really should be as simple as that.
I've found myself coming to this space more to see how I can make it more attractive than I've come here to write. I've sat here with my fingers at the keyboard begging for my mind to release something entertaining so that someone will read it, love it, comment on it and share it. Then I read something that gave me an aha moment...
The one in which I talk about Hanx writer (again) and my first typewriter.
When Christopher wakes up this morning, I think I'll ask him, "How many minutes until school starts?" I am sure that will make his day. Not. I on the other hand am very excited about it. I even created a countdown widget!
I'm linking up with Tuesday Ten - 10 things to love and hate about back to school.
The one in which I talk about the clothesline and Hanx writer.
There was a show that used to come on in the 70's called In Search of. Leonard Nimoy was the host. As a kid many of the "mysteries" were believable - especially when they talked about Bigfoot. I have a memory of something that lived at a lake in my hometown. Was it Bigfoot?
This past weekend I went home for a quick trip. Two of my cousins were flying in and part of our mission this weekend was to go through photo albums. At some point after my grandfather passed away, all the photo albums went to my mom. I brought a shoebox full of photos home, but here are a few that I took snapshots of...
Watching Christopher at football practice last year wasn't something I enjoyed doing. I hated hearing the kids getting yelled at. There were a lot of tears, frustration over being new to the game, as well as the no pain no gain of practice. Game days were exciting, but I just don't share the same passion as other sports moms and I don't understand football.