I got an email today letting me know I won this for leaving a comment on Making Memories "give us your top 5 for a Christmas Wish List" post on their blog. Those who know me, know I love 2 scrapbooking companies in particular . . .Making Memories and Bazzill. I was thrilled to win this little tool. I'd seen it at Terri's Store and was itching to buy it! So THANKS! Making Memories.
Another little link for you . . .Andy's brother (OOPS . . .had to edit this as I first told you that Andy had a small part! Andy's never had any part of any TV show) had a small part in the TV show "Dark Justice" many years ago. . . . he played Dennis on this episode (I *think* this link will get you there). Signed onto AOL today and there was a link to a blip about Eric's time as a bad boy motorcycle dude. You see "Dennis" in the first scene after the opening credits.
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
A Few Things I've Learned . . .
(1) I'm officially old. At least in ACU's eyes. I'm old enough that they hit me up for money for scholarships and to go to $250 per plate dinners. And I'm apparently so old that they wouldn't hire me to be a Dorm Mom . . .or as they're called today "Resident Director" . . .they're so young, you can't call them "Mom". Who knows . .. this change may partially be due to such hijinks as certain roommates sneaking back into the dorm mom's window instead of ours (right next to the dorm mom) after curfew one night. Tehehe . .. she snuck in and snuck right back out again. At any rate, from the latest ACU Today, best I can figure I have at least 8 years on all the "RD"s they highlighted.
(2) Preteens with whistles isn't usually a good thing. FSA figures the best place to train the new referees is with the new little soccer players. I'm surprised we got 3 consecutive plays out of the girls during Alaina's team. You would've thought they were playing in the World Cup for all the rule following that little ref wanted the girls to do! Confused those girls right out of their minds. Not sure which was worse, that ref, or the other prepubescent ref we had a week earlier. . . who didn't seem to think he had the authority to do anything!
(3) Regardless . .. it probably isn't a good thing to pull on a soccer jersey . . .either the opponent's or your own teammate's. . . just so you can get the ball! tehehe
(4) Don't just assume that when you email a teacher with the title "A question about (my student's) grade" and sign it with your own last name that the teacher will be able to figure out exactly what child you're referring to. I'm assuming this is the cause of some wierd email responses I've been getting! tehehe . . talk about giving a mom a heart attack!
and (5) Sleep's overrated!
Going to leave you now with a picture of what Alaina does every time they score a goal:
Hoping to share something soon that has NOTHING to do with soccer! Wish me luck!
(2) Preteens with whistles isn't usually a good thing. FSA figures the best place to train the new referees is with the new little soccer players. I'm surprised we got 3 consecutive plays out of the girls during Alaina's team. You would've thought they were playing in the World Cup for all the rule following that little ref wanted the girls to do! Confused those girls right out of their minds. Not sure which was worse, that ref, or the other prepubescent ref we had a week earlier. . . who didn't seem to think he had the authority to do anything!
(3) Regardless . .. it probably isn't a good thing to pull on a soccer jersey . . .either the opponent's or your own teammate's. . . just so you can get the ball! tehehe
(4) Don't just assume that when you email a teacher with the title "A question about (my student's) grade" and sign it with your own last name that the teacher will be able to figure out exactly what child you're referring to. I'm assuming this is the cause of some wierd email responses I've been getting! tehehe . . talk about giving a mom a heart attack!
and (5) Sleep's overrated!
Going to leave you now with a picture of what Alaina does every time they score a goal:
Hoping to share something soon that has NOTHING to do with soccer! Wish me luck!
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
soccer
So, soccer season has started . .. and in the first 8 days, we have NINE games! The girls each play their second game tonight . . .Ian's second game was Monday night. Well, half of it was. It started lightning about 20 minutes into the game, and by halftime, the storm sensors had gone off. Ended up with a downpour, so it was called. Hate that they didn't just record the score as it stood at that point. . .there was no way we were going to win that one! The other team was a year older, and at halftime, the score was 3-0, and we'd gotten no where near a goal!
Ian's team's uniforms aren't in yet, so they're wearing plain green t-shirts with numbers until the uniforms arrive. The coach says they'll just be the "bad news dragons" until then.
Allison's team . . .they had ONE pre-season practice . . .and unfortunately, it looked like it. Allison tried hard. . .ran the whole time, kicked the ball a few. . . not bad for her first try.
Alaina . . .well, we've always said Alaina was going to be our athlete! She scored 4 goals during her first game. Andy's the coach . . .and after each goal, she'd run by him and give him first. I wish I'd gotten a shot of her first score .. . nothing like the reaction the first time they score. Love the tongue shot here, even though the photo is a bit over exposed (haven't messed with any of these in PSE yet).
Ian's team's uniforms aren't in yet, so they're wearing plain green t-shirts with numbers until the uniforms arrive. The coach says they'll just be the "bad news dragons" until then.
Allison's team . . .they had ONE pre-season practice . . .and unfortunately, it looked like it. Allison tried hard. . .ran the whole time, kicked the ball a few. . . not bad for her first try.
Alaina . . .well, we've always said Alaina was going to be our athlete! She scored 4 goals during her first game. Andy's the coach . . .and after each goal, she'd run by him and give him first. I wish I'd gotten a shot of her first score .. . nothing like the reaction the first time they score. Love the tongue shot here, even though the photo is a bit over exposed (haven't messed with any of these in PSE yet).
Monday, September 11, 2006
9/11
Before I start this post, I want to take a moment to ask you to read this article Woman Killed and keep this family and situation in your prayers. This is a church that isn't too far from us. It's in an area that i know we're bound to know people at, as the church we previously went to closed and it's members spread to churches all in that area.
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September 11, 2001 is the fourth date in history that I can say "I remember where I was when . . . "
I was 8 months pregnant with Alaina. It was a Tuesday morning and I was headed to the preschool I ran in nearby Garland. I was listening to the radio and they were interviewing some pop star (heck if I know who . .. some chick). They didn't stop the interview to announce the first plane, as everyone thought it was a horrible accident. By the time the second plane hit, they knew it wasn't. We kept the TVs off that day, as I didn't want any children to possibly see any of the footage. I can't tell you how much footage I saw after getting home that day . . .far into the night, the next day, and for several days after that. I watched the tributes, the people searching hospitals, etc for loved ones, etc. I have watched very little TV news in the last 5 years. I was very numb. . . actually did very little crying, which was unusual for me. Now, 5 years later, I see some show, some article, some news story, and I cry. . . a delayed mourning, I guess.
I remember that for several days, there were no planes. The skies were so quiet, so peaceful. I couldn't name a time that I hadn't seen planes in the air for that long of a period. Certainly not in the recent past.
People were concerned . . . concerned about gas and money. I went out to make a bank deposit during lunch and the lines at the pump were LONG. And everyone was worried about how much money they should pull out to get through this. I thought "I can so see how the depression started . . . "
Alaina was born 1 month and 1 day later. I remember worrying about what her world would be like, what kind of safety she (and her sibs) would have in their life.
The other "I remember where I was when . . . ." moments:
March 30, 1981 -- I was 10 years old. I was on the playground during recess. . . obviously not feeling social that day as I was sitting in one of several huge concrete pipes that we had on the playground (Not sure why they put those there as playground equipment!) reading The Westing Game. The herded us back inside and that's where we learned of Ronald Reagan's shooting. At that point, I already knew that JFK had been shot in Dallas, and that there had been a stigma attached to Dallas because of it. I also remembered seeing George Bush Sr. at a rally the previous summer in Dallas with my Girl Scout Troup. And I remember that we still had a girl scout meeting on March 30th after school. It involved some kind of craft (can't remember what) and planning an upcoming camping trip.
January 28, 1986 -- I was newly 15, and a freshman in high school. While sitting in Geometry class, the principal announced over the loud speaker that Challenger had exploded shortly after take off. My teacher (still remember her name Mrs. Harrison) said "Oh, that's said" and went back to teaching us proofs. This was the 2nd time she'd shown she didn't know how to deal with bad news in as many months. The month before, another freshman at our school died in a car accident. As honors students, we all knew each other well . . . and Mrs. Harrison knew that. She didn't say a word about the tragedy.
The rest of the day was spent going from one class to the next, then crowding around TVs and watching the unfolding coverage.
February 1, 2003 -- On this Saturday morning, Andy and I were still in bed when we felt the house slightly shake. The playroom was under our bedroom, and we assumed it was one of the kids who'd been sitting in a rocking chair we had down there and had hit the wall (tehehe . . .this was a common occurance). I went downstairs to see who was up and was surprised to find that all the kids were still asleep. Of course, we later discovered this occurred the same time as the Columbia explosion, and that little "quakes" (for lack of a better word) were felt in our area. Columbia actually broke up over our area, then ended up landing near where my sister lived 4 hours away.
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September 11, 2001 is the fourth date in history that I can say "I remember where I was when . . . "
I was 8 months pregnant with Alaina. It was a Tuesday morning and I was headed to the preschool I ran in nearby Garland. I was listening to the radio and they were interviewing some pop star (heck if I know who . .. some chick). They didn't stop the interview to announce the first plane, as everyone thought it was a horrible accident. By the time the second plane hit, they knew it wasn't. We kept the TVs off that day, as I didn't want any children to possibly see any of the footage. I can't tell you how much footage I saw after getting home that day . . .far into the night, the next day, and for several days after that. I watched the tributes, the people searching hospitals, etc for loved ones, etc. I have watched very little TV news in the last 5 years. I was very numb. . . actually did very little crying, which was unusual for me. Now, 5 years later, I see some show, some article, some news story, and I cry. . . a delayed mourning, I guess.
I remember that for several days, there were no planes. The skies were so quiet, so peaceful. I couldn't name a time that I hadn't seen planes in the air for that long of a period. Certainly not in the recent past.
People were concerned . . . concerned about gas and money. I went out to make a bank deposit during lunch and the lines at the pump were LONG. And everyone was worried about how much money they should pull out to get through this. I thought "I can so see how the depression started . . . "
Alaina was born 1 month and 1 day later. I remember worrying about what her world would be like, what kind of safety she (and her sibs) would have in their life.
The other "I remember where I was when . . . ." moments:
March 30, 1981 -- I was 10 years old. I was on the playground during recess. . . obviously not feeling social that day as I was sitting in one of several huge concrete pipes that we had on the playground (Not sure why they put those there as playground equipment!) reading The Westing Game. The herded us back inside and that's where we learned of Ronald Reagan's shooting. At that point, I already knew that JFK had been shot in Dallas, and that there had been a stigma attached to Dallas because of it. I also remembered seeing George Bush Sr. at a rally the previous summer in Dallas with my Girl Scout Troup. And I remember that we still had a girl scout meeting on March 30th after school. It involved some kind of craft (can't remember what) and planning an upcoming camping trip.
January 28, 1986 -- I was newly 15, and a freshman in high school. While sitting in Geometry class, the principal announced over the loud speaker that Challenger had exploded shortly after take off. My teacher (still remember her name Mrs. Harrison) said "Oh, that's said" and went back to teaching us proofs. This was the 2nd time she'd shown she didn't know how to deal with bad news in as many months. The month before, another freshman at our school died in a car accident. As honors students, we all knew each other well . . . and Mrs. Harrison knew that. She didn't say a word about the tragedy.
The rest of the day was spent going from one class to the next, then crowding around TVs and watching the unfolding coverage.
February 1, 2003 -- On this Saturday morning, Andy and I were still in bed when we felt the house slightly shake. The playroom was under our bedroom, and we assumed it was one of the kids who'd been sitting in a rocking chair we had down there and had hit the wall (tehehe . . .this was a common occurance). I went downstairs to see who was up and was surprised to find that all the kids were still asleep. Of course, we later discovered this occurred the same time as the Columbia explosion, and that little "quakes" (for lack of a better word) were felt in our area. Columbia actually broke up over our area, then ended up landing near where my sister lived 4 hours away.
Friday, September 01, 2006
It gets worse before it gets better . . . .
(first an update on previous post) . . .
I signed up to be Ian's room mom, but the lady in charge of the whole shebang tried to get me to do Allison's class. I stood my ground and said I needed to at least be available to go to Ian's parties before the one that's the last day of school (as everyone "has" -- how do they enforce that? -- to work that one.). So now, I'm not a room mom for the year . . .YIPPEE! Of course, I do feel bad as Allie's teacher is a 1st year teacher and I hate that she's gotta feel no one wants to do it. See, I could so guilt myself into this!
And . .. .got the soccer schedules, and there are only 2 weekends I have to ask for help from my family. One's the weekend Andy will be out of town . . .all 3 kids' games start between 9:15 and 10! and then I need a "just in case" adult for picture day as the kids' games are not super spread apart.
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Okay, now for the real post.
My downstairs is a MESS! More than the usual "there's a load of laundry on the couch, the kids can't put away a dish to save their lives, I spent the night scrapbooking" kind of mess. The kids have too much stuff . . . the girls are paring down their toys, etc in order to have new comforters/paint/etc according to their specifications. Well, that got me started on a cleaning spree. I have an under the stair closet that was full of junk. I pulled all that out. The closet looks GREAT! Everything in it's place, etc. . .but the rest of the downstairs? I'm still wading though all that stuff.
I get hooked on those cleaning shows . . .not sure why. #1, none of them come to Texas, and #2, if they did, I so wouldn't have my house (and it's innards) on display so that there would be photographic proof of how much stuff I haven't parted with! But lately, I've found the Style network . . .and Niecy Nash. Ohhhhhh, they help those people get the clutter out, "guide" (or bribe) them to make tough choices on what stays and goes, throw a yard sale, then these lovely rooms appear! I'd love the beautiful rooms, that would be nice . . .but what I'd love even more would be to have those people that deal with the mess . . . throw the stuff out, tag it for the yard sale, call the charity truck. I could SOOOOOO live with that!
Speaking of Niecy, oh my goodness . . .too much late night watching of Clean House can cause you to pick up Niecy's mannerisms and sayings. ROFL . . . I bribed Ian into going to see a movie he didn't want to see (Invincible), told him that was "a whole other show" about something that had nothing to do with TV (ROFL . . .he said "Mom, were we talking about a show?"), and I had to keep from saying "uh-hmmm" in the way she does!
So, here's me . . . off to go and clean up all this mess I've made . . .then I gotta figure out how to get the garage to the dump, because I ALWAYS do this the day after trash pickup when it's going to be delayed the next week because of a holiday!
I signed up to be Ian's room mom, but the lady in charge of the whole shebang tried to get me to do Allison's class. I stood my ground and said I needed to at least be available to go to Ian's parties before the one that's the last day of school (as everyone "has" -- how do they enforce that? -- to work that one.). So now, I'm not a room mom for the year . . .YIPPEE! Of course, I do feel bad as Allie's teacher is a 1st year teacher and I hate that she's gotta feel no one wants to do it. See, I could so guilt myself into this!
And . .. .got the soccer schedules, and there are only 2 weekends I have to ask for help from my family. One's the weekend Andy will be out of town . . .all 3 kids' games start between 9:15 and 10! and then I need a "just in case" adult for picture day as the kids' games are not super spread apart.
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Okay, now for the real post.
My downstairs is a MESS! More than the usual "there's a load of laundry on the couch, the kids can't put away a dish to save their lives, I spent the night scrapbooking" kind of mess. The kids have too much stuff . . . the girls are paring down their toys, etc in order to have new comforters/paint/etc according to their specifications. Well, that got me started on a cleaning spree. I have an under the stair closet that was full of junk. I pulled all that out. The closet looks GREAT! Everything in it's place, etc. . .but the rest of the downstairs? I'm still wading though all that stuff.
I get hooked on those cleaning shows . . .not sure why. #1, none of them come to Texas, and #2, if they did, I so wouldn't have my house (and it's innards) on display so that there would be photographic proof of how much stuff I haven't parted with! But lately, I've found the Style network . . .and Niecy Nash. Ohhhhhh, they help those people get the clutter out, "guide" (or bribe) them to make tough choices on what stays and goes, throw a yard sale, then these lovely rooms appear! I'd love the beautiful rooms, that would be nice . . .but what I'd love even more would be to have those people that deal with the mess . . . throw the stuff out, tag it for the yard sale, call the charity truck. I could SOOOOOO live with that!
Speaking of Niecy, oh my goodness . . .too much late night watching of Clean House can cause you to pick up Niecy's mannerisms and sayings. ROFL . . . I bribed Ian into going to see a movie he didn't want to see (Invincible), told him that was "a whole other show" about something that had nothing to do with TV (ROFL . . .he said "Mom, were we talking about a show?"), and I had to keep from saying "uh-hmmm" in the way she does!
So, here's me . . . off to go and clean up all this mess I've made . . .then I gotta figure out how to get the garage to the dump, because I ALWAYS do this the day after trash pickup when it's going to be delayed the next week because of a holiday!
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