Monday, September 29, 2008
Friday, September 19, 2008
Well, so much for girls night out to the Royals game. ...
First, I get these killer tickets to the game - club level - six of them. Rob is playing cards with his buddies on the same Friday so instead of family outing - it gets to be girls night......YEAH! (Can you tell I don't get as many of those as I would like.)
Sooooo, I round up the girls. Beer, hotdogs, ball at the park....I can't wait. Really. Next to Hawks basketball, its golden.
We plan all week. We'll hit a restaurant in Liberty on the way then its off to park. It's Fireworks Friday too!
Well, one by one the mighty fell. Work, Family, Family event, illness - the reasons start to roll in Wednesday and
continue to flow until I am left all alone. Dumped. Sigh. Well - I guess I could clone myself and have one hell of a time.
Nah.....too much me. ~Shiver~that was scary.
Anyway, guess I'll just hang my head and either go alone, or call some more friends (to tell them about these last minute tickets I picked up) and hope they don’t throw my out of the car on the side of the highway because they find out I didn’t call them first!
Go Royals! Hope I’m there to see you tonight.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Anyway, I thought what the heck...I’ll try it again. I still don’t have anything of importance to
say but hey, If you’ll listen, I’ll talk.
My life is crazy; I wouldn’t have it any other way. I am a 40-year old mother of four great kids (Okay-you caught me on a good day) and my husband and I have been married for about 22 years. I am a writer - yes, someone actually pays me to babble like this - and this last year I became a grandma ~~shiver~~ If I didn’t love that baby so damn much I’d crack in half at the thought of the word.
Am I that old?
We are a family of 7 and the grass does not grow under anyone’s feet in our house.
I work full time, rule 4 kids, hold positions on 4 different boards, volunteer for six community programs and I'm sure there is more I have forgotten but I'm sure I'll remember about the time I am due for a meeting! You can hear about it then.
My husband, well, if he would ever come down off of that cloud he’s been on since his grandson
was born, has finally slowed down enough to enjoy the family and simple pleasures of fishing,
camping and just hanging out with his family. He spent many years working hard to take care of us all while the kids were little and I went to college. He deserves some well-earned take-it-
I do believe next to the birth of his own children, this was the happiest day of Rob’s life...
Watch closely, you’ll se a reoccurring theme here.
Meg, my oldest, is a cosmetologist and mother of the cutest grandbaby in the world. She's got a chair at a great salon here in town. We’ve told her that if she ever moves out.....Jaden has to stay. I really have to say that she is a great mom. I am pretty proud of her - she does a good job.
My baby and the boy of her dreams.
Becca, she’s my youngest daughter and quite the songbird. Don’t let that innocent smile trick you though.....
she can be a stinker. Despite her incredible God given talent to be a drama queen, she has got a killer voice.
She’d rather be singing than anything else. This last year she traveled to NY to perform at Carnegie Hall with her Jazz Choir. When she’s not making me pull my hair out, she really is quite loveable. Yes, Becca - I said it.
Blessed with the gift of gab and love of attention - she is always the star.
Stephen, now you know the commercial where the parents go on vacation to capture the teenager’s smile? Well, that is what I have to do to get a picture of my oldest son. Computers, FFA and the outdoors make this kid tick.
However, getting the boy and a camera to go together is like forcing the positive sides of two magnets together. But, I manage to get a click or two in here and there.
See, he wasn’t looking!
He is probably smarter than many adults I encounter. I swear he’ll be the next Bill Gates.
Aaron, my youngest, is the musician of the family. That gift came from his daddy. Try as I might, animals everywhere plot my demise when I touch an instrument. Much like his father, Aaron has taken up the trumpet. He is the youngest, and only non-high school student ever asked to play with the HS Pep band. He has been awarded the Director’s award every year he has participated in band.
It isn’t hard to find him....just listen for the music.
When he isn’t playing the role of student, musician or 13 year old kid....you’ll find him working on our friend’s farm. He loves it and is already making plans for the future.
Then there is the greatest baby in the world. He needs no explanation.
And here is with grandpa...
See the theme yet?
Well, there you have it. The basics. I guess you’ll get to know me if you hang around and I decide to talk. Feel free to drop me a line - love to meet new people. That is one of the best things about my job.
So, here’s to the new ‘old’ site. Let’s have fun with it.