Peek-a-Boo. Haha, thought I'd done run off for good, didn't you? Well, I tried, but they found me and dragged me back kicking and screaming. LOL. No, not really. However, I have been running all over creation for the past few weeks.
First of all, my son earned the rest of his required badges for Boy Scouts, and has just had his Eagle Scout Project approved by the big wigs, so now all we have to do is complete the project, tie up some loose ends, and wait for the man in charge to hold his Eagle Scout Board of Review on my son. And you want to know what the worst part about that is??? I won't be allowed in the room, or anywhere around the place, until the BOR is over. I'm totally wigging out here.
But, I have faith in my kid. He's basically a good kid, but he's a typical teenaged boy, and can be a major pain in the......anyway.
Then, my hubby and I took the kids to their aunt's house and took off for a few days. Just the two of us. We had a blast. We went up to the mountains of Colorado and played in a few of the casinos up there. I didn't do so well, but the hubby made up for it. Basically, I put $30 in the slot machines and won a dollar. He put in a dollar and won $30. I told him to give me back my money, but he just laughed and took me out for lunch. What a guy!!!
We played around in Denver for most of the trip. I'm not much for the big city, but we did have fun. In fact, the first night we were there, we got lost. We decided that we wanted something from Dairy Queen and figured we'd find one pretty close to where we were staying. But, noooooo. We drive all over creation for a couple hours and can't find so much as a Sonic. We found a Baskin/Robins, but they were already closed. We were pissed.
Then, the next morning, we went to have breakfast and found out that we had passed a Dairy Queen and 2 Sonics during our night out. Why??? Because they were behind bigger shops and in the corners of shopping centers. Just my luck.
But, it's time to get everything back to normal. School starts next week and we'll start in on our annual routine. This is the last year I'll be working with 2 teenagers. My son, (if all goes as planned) will be graduating in May. He's planning on taking the summer off to work at a Boy Scout Camp, then he's off to the Navy.
After he's gone, I'll be down to one kid. A teenaged daughter, or as I like to call her, Hell on Wheels. Don't get me wrong, I love my baby girl. But she's so much like me that I am scared to death. I was the wild child in my family, and I can see the same thoughts going through her head. She's a handful, to say the least.
Well, that's why I haven't posted for so long. I promise to try and keep up a little better around here. I just have to figure out how to add about 4 more hours to each day, and then I might have enough time for all the crap I have to do. LOL
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Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Monday, May 19, 2008
18 Years and Counting
I am so excited, because today is my 18th wedding anniversary. Why am I excited? Because nobody thought I'd be married this long, including me. LOL. But we did it, and we're still going strong.
When my hubby and I first started dating, we were both dead set against marriage. We'd both come from divorced parents, and we were determined not to end up in the same situation. The only way to make sure it didn't happen was to never get married. Then, after a huge fight, my hubby pinned me to the floor and asked me to marry him. He pinned me to the floor because he was afraid I'd come up swinging. However, I was so totally shocked that I couldn't move anyway.
So, on Saturday, May 19th of 1990, we got married. We had the traditional church wedding and all the hoopla that comes with it. And after some trials and tribulations, we've made it to number 18. He asked me this morning if I really thought we'd ever make it this far, and I just laughed. I told him that I had 2 more years to go before I left him for a younger man. He said "Damn, I gotta wait that long?".
I can't say it's been a perfect marriage for the past 18 years, but I can say that it's been fun, interesting, and a hell of a lot of work. I couldn't imagine my life now without him, and I don't think I'd want to try. He's not only my husband, he's my best friend, my soul mate, and my favorite fishing buddy. Some days he makes me so mad that I want to beat him with a stick, but most days he makes me laugh so hard that my sides hurt.
I really am the luckiest woman alive.
When my hubby and I first started dating, we were both dead set against marriage. We'd both come from divorced parents, and we were determined not to end up in the same situation. The only way to make sure it didn't happen was to never get married. Then, after a huge fight, my hubby pinned me to the floor and asked me to marry him. He pinned me to the floor because he was afraid I'd come up swinging. However, I was so totally shocked that I couldn't move anyway.
So, on Saturday, May 19th of 1990, we got married. We had the traditional church wedding and all the hoopla that comes with it. And after some trials and tribulations, we've made it to number 18. He asked me this morning if I really thought we'd ever make it this far, and I just laughed. I told him that I had 2 more years to go before I left him for a younger man. He said "Damn, I gotta wait that long?".
I can't say it's been a perfect marriage for the past 18 years, but I can say that it's been fun, interesting, and a hell of a lot of work. I couldn't imagine my life now without him, and I don't think I'd want to try. He's not only my husband, he's my best friend, my soul mate, and my favorite fishing buddy. Some days he makes me so mad that I want to beat him with a stick, but most days he makes me laugh so hard that my sides hurt.
I really am the luckiest woman alive.
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Longest week ever
This last week has been the longest one ever for me. I've spent the past week helping my mother move from a big house she's lived in for the past 15 years, into a little 2 bedroom trailer. I told her she needed to downsize before we started moving her, but she didn't get rid of near enough stuff.
I took it upon myself to move most of the big stuff for her, and now I'm paying for it. Guess what! I'm not as young as I used to be. I found out that I've got muscles that I haven't used for a long time, and I hurt bad. I lifted a desk, a big overstuffed rocking chair, several kitchen chairs, and even several dressers. I feel like I got hit by a mack truck.
My sister has been living with my mom for the past few months, trying to help her out with bills and that kind of thing. So, not only did I have to move my mom's stuff, but my sister's as well. I had no idea one person could stash so much crap into one little bedroom. Nor did I know that my little pick up could carry so much stuff. I think the box of my truck is slightly wider than it used to be.
But, we finally got them both moved into their new house. It makes me feel a little better as she's a little closer to me now, and with my sister there, I don't have to worry about her being all alone. But I swear that if she decides to move again, I'm renting a U-Haul.
I took it upon myself to move most of the big stuff for her, and now I'm paying for it. Guess what! I'm not as young as I used to be. I found out that I've got muscles that I haven't used for a long time, and I hurt bad. I lifted a desk, a big overstuffed rocking chair, several kitchen chairs, and even several dressers. I feel like I got hit by a mack truck.
My sister has been living with my mom for the past few months, trying to help her out with bills and that kind of thing. So, not only did I have to move my mom's stuff, but my sister's as well. I had no idea one person could stash so much crap into one little bedroom. Nor did I know that my little pick up could carry so much stuff. I think the box of my truck is slightly wider than it used to be.
But, we finally got them both moved into their new house. It makes me feel a little better as she's a little closer to me now, and with my sister there, I don't have to worry about her being all alone. But I swear that if she decides to move again, I'm renting a U-Haul.
Friday, April 11, 2008
Only A Mother
Only a mother would drive all night,
So her children might have some fun.
Only a mother would stave off fright,
And allow her children to run.
Only a mother will hide her tears,
As her children continue to grow.
Only a mother will face her fears,
As her children press to let go.
Only a mother would wave good-bye,
As her children fly from the nest.
Only a mother can happily cry,
As her children were given the best.
By: Christine R. Senter
(c) 2008
So her children might have some fun.
Only a mother would stave off fright,
And allow her children to run.
Only a mother will hide her tears,
As her children continue to grow.
Only a mother will face her fears,
As her children press to let go.
Only a mother would wave good-bye,
As her children fly from the nest.
Only a mother can happily cry,
As her children were given the best.
By: Christine R. Senter
(c) 2008
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Springtime in Nebraska
Well, you can tell that spring is officially here. No, not because of the buds on the trees, or because my tulips have already broken through the soil. No, it's because it's snowing, AGAIN!!!
We have a saying around here. If you don't like the weather, stick around a minute, it will change. But, for those of us who have lived around here our whole lives, we also watch out for the annual Spring Blizzard. In recent years, we haven't seen as many, but it looks like we could be in for one this year.
Yesterday, it was 60* outside, and just beautiful. Today, it's only about 30* and there's snow everywhere. The good part is that we need the moisture. Our part of the country has been in a drought for the past 5 years or so. So, I have to look at the good side of this.
Oh, well. At least I know it won't last long. It will probably be all melted away be tomorrow afternoon. And then we can all go muddin'. Whoo Hoo.
We have a saying around here. If you don't like the weather, stick around a minute, it will change. But, for those of us who have lived around here our whole lives, we also watch out for the annual Spring Blizzard. In recent years, we haven't seen as many, but it looks like we could be in for one this year.
Yesterday, it was 60* outside, and just beautiful. Today, it's only about 30* and there's snow everywhere. The good part is that we need the moisture. Our part of the country has been in a drought for the past 5 years or so. So, I have to look at the good side of this.
Oh, well. At least I know it won't last long. It will probably be all melted away be tomorrow afternoon. And then we can all go muddin'. Whoo Hoo.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Just Babbling
I guess I hadn't realized just how long it's been since I last posted on this blog. I really can't believe that the days are going by so fast these days. Wow, I really am getting old. LOL
I think the main reason I never have much to say here, is that not much exciting ever happens to me. I'm a pretty basic person. I'm just an old married woman raising two teenagers. Other than normal everyday stuff, nothing much happens to me.
Plus, trying to keep up with all my other blogs, I usually run out of day before I run out of things to do. It's not easy trying to fold laundry with one hand and type with the other. LOL It can be done, but it's not easy.
I'm almost done with Boy Scouts. My son is so close now that it's not even funny. He'll be 18 in October, and that's it. I've been following him around for 10 years now. Who would have thought that a little mom would end up being a Boy Scout that many years. I didn't even make it to the second year of Girl Scouts when I was a kid.
Well, I'm done babbling for now. I will be babbling in the very near future, I'm sure. But that's what this blog is for, a place for me to babble. It saves my husband from having to endure the pain. LOL
I think the main reason I never have much to say here, is that not much exciting ever happens to me. I'm a pretty basic person. I'm just an old married woman raising two teenagers. Other than normal everyday stuff, nothing much happens to me.
Plus, trying to keep up with all my other blogs, I usually run out of day before I run out of things to do. It's not easy trying to fold laundry with one hand and type with the other. LOL It can be done, but it's not easy.
I'm almost done with Boy Scouts. My son is so close now that it's not even funny. He'll be 18 in October, and that's it. I've been following him around for 10 years now. Who would have thought that a little mom would end up being a Boy Scout that many years. I didn't even make it to the second year of Girl Scouts when I was a kid.
Well, I'm done babbling for now. I will be babbling in the very near future, I'm sure. But that's what this blog is for, a place for me to babble. It saves my husband from having to endure the pain. LOL
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Grandpa Rode The Orphan Train
In the past few days, I've been helping my son work on a big assignment at school. He has to do a huge term paper on something that happened in American History, so we thought that it would be a good idea to do his paper on the Orphan Trains, that crossed the country in the late 19th and early 20th centuries.
The reason we decided that this was going to be his topic, was because my great-grandfather was one of the children that came out west from New York on the Orphan Trains. Unlike many of the kids, who were actual orphans, my great-great-grandfather signed his 11 yr. old son over to the Children's Aid Society in New York. That boy was my great-grandfather.
He was placed with a family in Kansas in 1884, and spent the rest of his life around this area. I have a copy of the actual ledger file they had on my great-grandfather, with updates on his welfare and whereabouts until May of 1896, when he was 23 yrs. old.
Had it not been for the Orphan Trains, I may have grown up on the East Coast, instead of the Midwest. It's always fun to learn where you came from, but when your family played a role in an historic event, it makes it that much better.
My name is Christine Senter, and I am the great-grandchild of an Orphan Train Rider.
The reason we decided that this was going to be his topic, was because my great-grandfather was one of the children that came out west from New York on the Orphan Trains. Unlike many of the kids, who were actual orphans, my great-great-grandfather signed his 11 yr. old son over to the Children's Aid Society in New York. That boy was my great-grandfather.
He was placed with a family in Kansas in 1884, and spent the rest of his life around this area. I have a copy of the actual ledger file they had on my great-grandfather, with updates on his welfare and whereabouts until May of 1896, when he was 23 yrs. old.
Had it not been for the Orphan Trains, I may have grown up on the East Coast, instead of the Midwest. It's always fun to learn where you came from, but when your family played a role in an historic event, it makes it that much better.
My name is Christine Senter, and I am the great-grandchild of an Orphan Train Rider.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
My kid is so cool
Yeah, I know. You're probably getting sick of me talking about my kids, but this is something way cool. My son is a member of the high school choir. Now, our high school has specialized choirs for certain age groups. For instance, my daughter is in swing choir, which is for the Jr. High kids. Next year, she'll be in the group known as "Magic Rhythm", which is for the Freshmen and Sophmores.
Well, my son is in a group called "The 21st Century Singers", which is designed for the Juniors and Seniors. Also, each member must try out for the choir at the end of their Sophmore year and there is no guarantee that each student will be chosen to be in this group. This group has won several competitions over the years, and our choir director was chosen as Nebraska Music Teacher of the Year, last year.
Anyway, this group got to go to Denver today. They sang the National Anthem at a Denver Nuggets basketball game tonight. This is a huge honor for these kids, and this is the 4th or 5th year they've done this. After they got done singing, they got to hang out and watch the game. It's pretty cool for them. I watched the beginning of the game from home, as I wasn't able to go. I was hoping to get to see the kids sing, but of course, it was more important to show clips from previous games than to show a group of hard working kids sing our country's Anthem. (Drippy sarcasm intended).
I can't hardly wait until my daughter is old enough to be part of this group. She has an amazing singing voice and already excels in choir. The choir director gave her an award last year for having the best voice in the 7th grade. She's already said that if my daughter keeps up like she has been, she'll be one of the stars of The 21st Century Singers in a couple years. Which will be cool, as I can live vicariously though her. Why? Cause I can't carry a tune in a paper bag.
Well, my son is in a group called "The 21st Century Singers", which is designed for the Juniors and Seniors. Also, each member must try out for the choir at the end of their Sophmore year and there is no guarantee that each student will be chosen to be in this group. This group has won several competitions over the years, and our choir director was chosen as Nebraska Music Teacher of the Year, last year.
Anyway, this group got to go to Denver today. They sang the National Anthem at a Denver Nuggets basketball game tonight. This is a huge honor for these kids, and this is the 4th or 5th year they've done this. After they got done singing, they got to hang out and watch the game. It's pretty cool for them. I watched the beginning of the game from home, as I wasn't able to go. I was hoping to get to see the kids sing, but of course, it was more important to show clips from previous games than to show a group of hard working kids sing our country's Anthem. (Drippy sarcasm intended).
I can't hardly wait until my daughter is old enough to be part of this group. She has an amazing singing voice and already excels in choir. The choir director gave her an award last year for having the best voice in the 7th grade. She's already said that if my daughter keeps up like she has been, she'll be one of the stars of The 21st Century Singers in a couple years. Which will be cool, as I can live vicariously though her. Why? Cause I can't carry a tune in a paper bag.
Monday, March 3, 2008
The greatest computer deal ever
This is so cool. My husband brought home 2 used Gateway computers today, that he found. Apparently, my uncle's neighbors had a garage sale over the weekend. All the stuff they didn't sell ended up in the dumpster and in the mix was a Gateway 2000 computer tower, and a Gateway 400c computer tower.
Now, mind you, my husband isn't one to go out dumpster diving. But, when there are 2 computer towers are sitting on top of the rest of the junk that got tossed, he's not going to just let them sit there. He brought them both home and hooked them up to one of our extra monitors. Sure enough, both computers worked. I think they're going to end up being used for parts. He's already taken one of the RAM chips out of the smaller computer and added it to our son's computer.
My husband has always been one of those people who could find gold in a pile of crap. He can smell a deal a mile away, and if something needs fixed, he's the man to call. There have been a lot of times when he'll fix something and not be really sure how he did it. It's pretty amazing, actually. LOL
Now, mind you, my husband isn't one to go out dumpster diving. But, when there are 2 computer towers are sitting on top of the rest of the junk that got tossed, he's not going to just let them sit there. He brought them both home and hooked them up to one of our extra monitors. Sure enough, both computers worked. I think they're going to end up being used for parts. He's already taken one of the RAM chips out of the smaller computer and added it to our son's computer.
My husband has always been one of those people who could find gold in a pile of crap. He can smell a deal a mile away, and if something needs fixed, he's the man to call. There have been a lot of times when he'll fix something and not be really sure how he did it. It's pretty amazing, actually. LOL
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Bragging about my other kid
It's time I bragged about my other kid for a change. As anyone who's ever read anything over here, you often read about my son the stud-muffin wrestler. This time, I have to brag about my wanna-be-a-supermodel teenaged daughter.
Our school put on a regional choir competition today and both of my kids were in it, in different choirs. Stud-Muffin is in the top choir, made for juniors and seniors. However, my daughter is in the jr. high choir, which is like competition basic training. Well, jr. high choir was first ones on the stage this morning and they looked so cool.
As they began singing, you could tell that as a group they're still working on getting the dance steps in time, trying to concentrate on the words and moves instead of playing to the audience, and let's face it, they're all still a little clumsy. However, as the song progressed, one beautiful voice stepped out from the muddled mass of barely audible whispers. My daughter sang the song perfectly, did her best to put all she had into the dance steps (but no, she wasn't completely perfect in that), and smiled like she'd been doing this her whole life. I was so proud of my little girl that I clapped louder than anyone else in the room.
I've always been proud of both of my kids, but it seems that I've spent way more time bragging about my son's achievements than my daughter's. She's not athletic in any sense of the word. She got bored with Girl Scouts pretty early on. And her idea of getting exercise entails several laps around the mall. So, to know that she's going to excel in this singing thing gives me great joy. Who knows, maybe she'll be the next American Idol. Naw, knowing her personality, she'll be the next WWE Women's Champion.
Our school put on a regional choir competition today and both of my kids were in it, in different choirs. Stud-Muffin is in the top choir, made for juniors and seniors. However, my daughter is in the jr. high choir, which is like competition basic training. Well, jr. high choir was first ones on the stage this morning and they looked so cool.
As they began singing, you could tell that as a group they're still working on getting the dance steps in time, trying to concentrate on the words and moves instead of playing to the audience, and let's face it, they're all still a little clumsy. However, as the song progressed, one beautiful voice stepped out from the muddled mass of barely audible whispers. My daughter sang the song perfectly, did her best to put all she had into the dance steps (but no, she wasn't completely perfect in that), and smiled like she'd been doing this her whole life. I was so proud of my little girl that I clapped louder than anyone else in the room.
I've always been proud of both of my kids, but it seems that I've spent way more time bragging about my son's achievements than my daughter's. She's not athletic in any sense of the word. She got bored with Girl Scouts pretty early on. And her idea of getting exercise entails several laps around the mall. So, to know that she's going to excel in this singing thing gives me great joy. Who knows, maybe she'll be the next American Idol. Naw, knowing her personality, she'll be the next WWE Women's Champion.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Nearly back to normal
Well, another month has come and gone since my last post. This year is already going by way too fast. However, things are starting to settle down around here. Wrestling season is officially over and I can get back to my blogging world.
As much as I love to watch my son wrestle, I was really glad to see it end. We've been doing this since the end of November, and I was really getting tired of running all over the countryside just to watch my kid go to war with other kids. I'm one of those moms that screams her head off during every match my kid is in, and it's all I can do to keep from slapping the snot out of a few of the other parents.
I almost had to beat up a dad this last match. Not because of what he was yelling at his kid, or mine for that matter, but because of the fact that he sat down next to my daughter and nearly punched her in the face. He was one of those dads that really gets into the match and was flailing his arms and legs all over the place. On more than one occasion, he almost elbowed my daughter and once, he actually kicked her. That's when I'd had enough. I physically moved my child out of the way and sat down next to the guy. In a very loud voice I announced "I can fight back". The next thing I knew, he up and moved.
The moms that were sitting behind me just laughed and patted me on the back. This dude was huge. I'll bet he weighed at least 300 lbs. I didn't care, I was gonna take him on in defense of my little girl. Hell hath no fury like a pissed of mommy.
Anyway, now that things are starting to get back to normal, I'll be posting here a lot more often. It will be a lot easier with my head in this game, instead of the one at the school. LOL
As much as I love to watch my son wrestle, I was really glad to see it end. We've been doing this since the end of November, and I was really getting tired of running all over the countryside just to watch my kid go to war with other kids. I'm one of those moms that screams her head off during every match my kid is in, and it's all I can do to keep from slapping the snot out of a few of the other parents.
I almost had to beat up a dad this last match. Not because of what he was yelling at his kid, or mine for that matter, but because of the fact that he sat down next to my daughter and nearly punched her in the face. He was one of those dads that really gets into the match and was flailing his arms and legs all over the place. On more than one occasion, he almost elbowed my daughter and once, he actually kicked her. That's when I'd had enough. I physically moved my child out of the way and sat down next to the guy. In a very loud voice I announced "I can fight back". The next thing I knew, he up and moved.
The moms that were sitting behind me just laughed and patted me on the back. This dude was huge. I'll bet he weighed at least 300 lbs. I didn't care, I was gonna take him on in defense of my little girl. Hell hath no fury like a pissed of mommy.
Anyway, now that things are starting to get back to normal, I'll be posting here a lot more often. It will be a lot easier with my head in this game, instead of the one at the school. LOL
Friday, December 21, 2007
Do you believe in God?
I do. This was one of those days where I should have just stayed in bed. I had to have my son at the school at 6:30 this morning as we were going to a wrestling tournament in a little town in the middle of nowhere.
After dropping him off, I got back home to find out that my neighbor's dogs had gotten loose, so I was helping to chase dogs around in the snow even before the sun had come up. Got the dogs all pinned back up, and started getting myself and my daughter ready to go to the meet. On the way, my truck started making a strange sound. Instantly I knew that we needed to get a quart of oil or we were going to be in trouble. Got that taken care of and headed down the road. The sky was clear and the sun was shining.
Once we got to the meet, I noticed that it was starting to get cloudy and the wind was picking up pretty bad. But, that's Nebraska. LOL Anyway, I watched my son wrestle and was a proud mom. Even though he lost his first match, he pinned his second opponent. I was screaming and jumping up and down like a crazy woman. I checked the weather once again, and it was now snowing and the wind was blowing at around 20 mph.
We decided to watch my son's last match, which he won in points (20-9). By this time, it was starting to get dark and it looked like a blizzard outside. We decided to head out and try to make it home. Keep in mind, I'm 50 miles from home. Conditions were severe, visibliity was zero, and my tires suck. We did pretty good for the most part. That is until my daughter noticed a light in the darkness and said that it looked like someone had run off the road. I looked over for just a moment, then looked back at the road to see that we were going sideways down the road.
I didn't panic. I wasn't driving very fast anyway, because of the blinding snow. So, I very carefully tried to correct the problem only to find that I was riding on a sheet of solid ice. I just let things flow, and we ended up in the ditch without injury or damage to the truck. I sat there for a few minutes, trying to get my daughter to calm down and not to show how scared I really was. Finally, I put my truck in reverse and got right back on the road. That's when I really got scared. I put the truck in 1st gear, and the whole thing shut down. The motor died, I had no lights, no flashers, no nothing.
I went back into neutral and instantly, the lights came back on. I hit the ignition and the truck started right back up. There were other cars around us by then. The bad part is that there was no car off the road, other than mine. We ended up following the other cars and finally got back home. I've never been so happy to see my house.
I truly believe that God was watching out for my daughter and I tonight. He kept me from panicing at the wrong time, He got my truck running again, and He brought my family all together again. I thank God that I can write this post tonight.
After dropping him off, I got back home to find out that my neighbor's dogs had gotten loose, so I was helping to chase dogs around in the snow even before the sun had come up. Got the dogs all pinned back up, and started getting myself and my daughter ready to go to the meet. On the way, my truck started making a strange sound. Instantly I knew that we needed to get a quart of oil or we were going to be in trouble. Got that taken care of and headed down the road. The sky was clear and the sun was shining.
Once we got to the meet, I noticed that it was starting to get cloudy and the wind was picking up pretty bad. But, that's Nebraska. LOL Anyway, I watched my son wrestle and was a proud mom. Even though he lost his first match, he pinned his second opponent. I was screaming and jumping up and down like a crazy woman. I checked the weather once again, and it was now snowing and the wind was blowing at around 20 mph.
We decided to watch my son's last match, which he won in points (20-9). By this time, it was starting to get dark and it looked like a blizzard outside. We decided to head out and try to make it home. Keep in mind, I'm 50 miles from home. Conditions were severe, visibliity was zero, and my tires suck. We did pretty good for the most part. That is until my daughter noticed a light in the darkness and said that it looked like someone had run off the road. I looked over for just a moment, then looked back at the road to see that we were going sideways down the road.
I didn't panic. I wasn't driving very fast anyway, because of the blinding snow. So, I very carefully tried to correct the problem only to find that I was riding on a sheet of solid ice. I just let things flow, and we ended up in the ditch without injury or damage to the truck. I sat there for a few minutes, trying to get my daughter to calm down and not to show how scared I really was. Finally, I put my truck in reverse and got right back on the road. That's when I really got scared. I put the truck in 1st gear, and the whole thing shut down. The motor died, I had no lights, no flashers, no nothing.
I went back into neutral and instantly, the lights came back on. I hit the ignition and the truck started right back up. There were other cars around us by then. The bad part is that there was no car off the road, other than mine. We ended up following the other cars and finally got back home. I've never been so happy to see my house.
I truly believe that God was watching out for my daughter and I tonight. He kept me from panicing at the wrong time, He got my truck running again, and He brought my family all together again. I thank God that I can write this post tonight.
Sunday, December 9, 2007
It's wrestling season
Whoo Hoo!! It's high school wrestling season, and I'm already without a voice.
My son had his first meet the other night, and though he only had one match, I screamed myself right out of a voice. He pinned his opponent in 59 seconds, and I found out later that I need to have my daughter video tape the matches while I scream. It's hard to watch a video of somebody's feet and listen to me screaming "hold him down, hold him down".
I love this time of year, because I can release a lot of pent up frustrations at a wrestling meet. By the time the season ends, I'm the most calm woman on the planet. I've just spent 3 months screaming at the top of my lungs, watching my kids tie other kids into knots, and now I can just sit back and relax. Oh, what a life.
Once wrestling is over, my voice comes back, I feel like a new woman, and it's time to start getting the flower beds and gardens in shape for the planting season. Yes, in my house we only have 3 seasons; football season, wrestling season, and gardening season. LOL
Well, that's all for now. I just had to get over here and make a post so you didn't think I'd run away or managed to leave the planet. I'm usually in outer space, but that's another story. LOL
My son had his first meet the other night, and though he only had one match, I screamed myself right out of a voice. He pinned his opponent in 59 seconds, and I found out later that I need to have my daughter video tape the matches while I scream. It's hard to watch a video of somebody's feet and listen to me screaming "hold him down, hold him down".
I love this time of year, because I can release a lot of pent up frustrations at a wrestling meet. By the time the season ends, I'm the most calm woman on the planet. I've just spent 3 months screaming at the top of my lungs, watching my kids tie other kids into knots, and now I can just sit back and relax. Oh, what a life.
Once wrestling is over, my voice comes back, I feel like a new woman, and it's time to start getting the flower beds and gardens in shape for the planting season. Yes, in my house we only have 3 seasons; football season, wrestling season, and gardening season. LOL
Well, that's all for now. I just had to get over here and make a post so you didn't think I'd run away or managed to leave the planet. I'm usually in outer space, but that's another story. LOL
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
Ready for Christmas?
I was just curious as to whether any of you are ready for Christmas yet or not. Me, not at all. The hubby got the outside lights hung and few other little things, but for the most part, we're not at all ready.
I tried to get some Christmas cards written out today, but I couldn't even get into that. I'd like to get the tree up before the week is over, but I'm not even sure where I want to put it. Or should I say where I can put it without having to totally rearrange the house. LOL
However, I do have almost all my shopping done. I only have a couple more things to get and then that part is out of the way. Of course, I still have to wrap everything, but that's ok. My kids can help, and if I work it right, I'll get them to do it all. LOL
Hopefully, I'll be getting more into the spirit before to much longer. I know I will once I get the tree up, it never fails.
I tried to get some Christmas cards written out today, but I couldn't even get into that. I'd like to get the tree up before the week is over, but I'm not even sure where I want to put it. Or should I say where I can put it without having to totally rearrange the house. LOL
However, I do have almost all my shopping done. I only have a couple more things to get and then that part is out of the way. Of course, I still have to wrap everything, but that's ok. My kids can help, and if I work it right, I'll get them to do it all. LOL
Hopefully, I'll be getting more into the spirit before to much longer. I know I will once I get the tree up, it never fails.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Almost Thanksgiving
Well, tomorrow is the big day. Turkey, stuffing, and the whole nine yards. And who's cooking it all? Me. Just me. Why do I do this to myself?????
It's not even Thanksgiving yet, and already I've made a batch of homemade bread dough that became dinner rolls and cinnamon rolls. Then I made 2 pecan pies and a cherry pie. Ironically, I'm not real partial to pie. LOL
Tomorrow morning, I'll get up early so I can properly wrestle with a dead bird that's bigger than I am, hold him down in the sink so he can get a final bath, then slather him up in cooking oil. Whoo hoo, don't that sound fun? Then I'm going to shove him into a plastic bag and lock him in the oven for the rest of the day. LOL
From there, I'll get out a big knife and cut up a bunch of helpless vegetables. I'll arrange their poor bodies onto a plate in an intricate pattern of squishy to crunchy. Then it's on to the industrial strength can opener so the beans and the corn can be freed from their tin tombs, only to be drowned in mushroom soup and boiled over an open flame.
I'll skin a couple pounds of potatoes, chop them up, and dump them in a pot of water that will eventually boil so hard that the burner will hiss with steam. The aromas from the kitchen will bring in stragglers who can be sent fleeing with the words, "I could use some help".
Once the bird is sufficiently toasted, I'll try to pour some of the drippings into a pan in order to make gravy. I'll end up pouring more on me than in the pan, and I'll use some colorful language to proclaim the situation.
I'll whisk the gravy like a mad woman, cursing every lump that finds its way to the top. I'll slap someone's hands for getting into the food before everything's ready, and I'll notice I missed several lumps in my gravy.
Finally, I'll get out the good china, set everything out on the table, and call my family in for dinner. I'll watch their faces light up with the sight of such an incredible meal, and beam as they mention how good it all smells.
We'll take hands and thank God for allowing us to have such a bountiful meal and for all that's He's given us. Then, I'll sit back and watch my loving family turn into a bunch of vultures and pray that I don't get hit with a spoon full of food before I can eat.
It's not even Thanksgiving yet, and already I've made a batch of homemade bread dough that became dinner rolls and cinnamon rolls. Then I made 2 pecan pies and a cherry pie. Ironically, I'm not real partial to pie. LOL
Tomorrow morning, I'll get up early so I can properly wrestle with a dead bird that's bigger than I am, hold him down in the sink so he can get a final bath, then slather him up in cooking oil. Whoo hoo, don't that sound fun? Then I'm going to shove him into a plastic bag and lock him in the oven for the rest of the day. LOL
From there, I'll get out a big knife and cut up a bunch of helpless vegetables. I'll arrange their poor bodies onto a plate in an intricate pattern of squishy to crunchy. Then it's on to the industrial strength can opener so the beans and the corn can be freed from their tin tombs, only to be drowned in mushroom soup and boiled over an open flame.
I'll skin a couple pounds of potatoes, chop them up, and dump them in a pot of water that will eventually boil so hard that the burner will hiss with steam. The aromas from the kitchen will bring in stragglers who can be sent fleeing with the words, "I could use some help".
Once the bird is sufficiently toasted, I'll try to pour some of the drippings into a pan in order to make gravy. I'll end up pouring more on me than in the pan, and I'll use some colorful language to proclaim the situation.
I'll whisk the gravy like a mad woman, cursing every lump that finds its way to the top. I'll slap someone's hands for getting into the food before everything's ready, and I'll notice I missed several lumps in my gravy.
Finally, I'll get out the good china, set everything out on the table, and call my family in for dinner. I'll watch their faces light up with the sight of such an incredible meal, and beam as they mention how good it all smells.
We'll take hands and thank God for allowing us to have such a bountiful meal and for all that's He's given us. Then, I'll sit back and watch my loving family turn into a bunch of vultures and pray that I don't get hit with a spoon full of food before I can eat.
Saturday, November 17, 2007
World's Easiest Yummy Treat
I make a special treat for my family every year around this time. No, not for the holidays, but just because the air is beginning to get colder and they all need something warm in their tummies before they head off to bed. It's homemade hot chocolate mix, and it's way easy.
4 cups powdered milk
1 cup instant creamer (non-flavored)
1 cup powdered sugar
2 1/2-3 cups powdered chocolate milk mix
Combine ingredients and place in a sealable container.
Add 1/4-1/3 cup of mix in a cup and add hot water. It's rich, creamy, and cheaper in the long run as you usually have enough ingredients to make a double batch.
This is my favorite recipe that was handed down to me from my grandmother and my aunts.
4 cups powdered milk
1 cup instant creamer (non-flavored)
1 cup powdered sugar
2 1/2-3 cups powdered chocolate milk mix
Combine ingredients and place in a sealable container.
Add 1/4-1/3 cup of mix in a cup and add hot water. It's rich, creamy, and cheaper in the long run as you usually have enough ingredients to make a double batch.
This is my favorite recipe that was handed down to me from my grandmother and my aunts.
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Help stop Alzheimer's Disease
Alzeimer’s disease is a dreadful condition that attacks the brain and causes short term memory loss. No, I’m not a doctor. Unfortunately, I watched this disease ravage my grandfather in only a short amount of time. When we first realized that he had Alzheimer’s, he was simply forgetting little things like what time he was supposed to be somewhere or who he was supposed to call.
Then, he began forgetting things like where he’d parked his car, or where he was going while he was driving. The crushing part for me came after we placed him a nursing home that catered to victims of Alzheimer’s disease. He knew who my mother was, but thought I was my aunt, and thought my daughter was me. He couldn’t grasp the idea that I was old enough to have children of my own. All he remembered was that little girl.
Though there is no cure for Alzheimer’s disease, there are many ways in which you can help in the fight. First of all, you can donate to the cause. Donations can be made over the phone, through the mail, or via the Internet. However, there is a way you can doing a little Christmas shopping and still know that you’re helping millions of Americans, and people from around the world, in their efforts to find a cure.
The Alzheimer’s Foundation now has an online store where you can purchase a holiday gift that will tell someone how much you love them and know that your money will be going into the ever-challenging efforts to stop this disease. Products for sale include a beautiful jewelry set, DVD’s on how to care for someone with Alzheimer’s, and several items with the Quilt to Remember logo on them.
Alzheimer’s disease doesn’t discriminate against those it strikes. Help end this mind-killing condition.
Sunday, November 4, 2007
A proud day in motherhood
UPDATE:
This link will take you to the page with the article about the kids and the pic of them dancing. My son is the one in the back row with the blue lei around his neck. I am just so proud.
I am such a proud mommy. Ok, don't tell my kids I used the word "mommy", as both of them are teenagers and they'd just die from embarrassment. LOL
Yesterday, both of my kids were in a choir competition. My daughter is in the Jr. Swing Choir, while my son is in a show choir called the "21st Century Singers". This choir has won several awards over the years, had sang the National Anthem at several Denver Nuggests basketball games, and has been to Washington D.C. and on several cruises over the years. It's a huge honor in our little town to be a part of this choir.
Each year, the kids in this choir sing at least one song from some famous musical and this year they did the song "Honey Bun" from the musical South Pacific. The girls in the choir came out dressed in little sailor suits and sang the main part of the song, then went off stage. When they came back on stage, they had the boys in tow, who were all wearing coconut bras, grass skirts, and mop-top wigs. I laughed till my sides hurt.
It was such a proud moment for me to see my 17 year old son dressed like that. Those boys not only went out on stage like that, they sang their little hearts out and hammed it up with everything they had in them. They did an awesome job. They didn't win, but I won't go into that, sore subject. LOL
The kids made the front page of the newspaper and I'm going to blow that picture up as big as I can and give it to him on his wedding day. LOLOLOL
This link will take you to the page with the article about the kids and the pic of them dancing. My son is the one in the back row with the blue lei around his neck. I am just so proud.
I am such a proud mommy. Ok, don't tell my kids I used the word "mommy", as both of them are teenagers and they'd just die from embarrassment. LOL
Yesterday, both of my kids were in a choir competition. My daughter is in the Jr. Swing Choir, while my son is in a show choir called the "21st Century Singers". This choir has won several awards over the years, had sang the National Anthem at several Denver Nuggests basketball games, and has been to Washington D.C. and on several cruises over the years. It's a huge honor in our little town to be a part of this choir.
Each year, the kids in this choir sing at least one song from some famous musical and this year they did the song "Honey Bun" from the musical South Pacific. The girls in the choir came out dressed in little sailor suits and sang the main part of the song, then went off stage. When they came back on stage, they had the boys in tow, who were all wearing coconut bras, grass skirts, and mop-top wigs. I laughed till my sides hurt.
It was such a proud moment for me to see my 17 year old son dressed like that. Those boys not only went out on stage like that, they sang their little hearts out and hammed it up with everything they had in them. They did an awesome job. They didn't win, but I won't go into that, sore subject. LOL
The kids made the front page of the newspaper and I'm going to blow that picture up as big as I can and give it to him on his wedding day. LOLOLOL
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Happy Halloween
Just think, boys and girls, in just a few short hours, your doorsteps will be the resting stop for all the little ghouls and goblins in the neighborhood. I have my bowl full of candy ready for the little monsters who will be peeking out from behind their little masks tonight. I'm kind of excited.
Halloween isn't my favorite holiday, but the rest of my family loves it, so I do this for them. We'll have the orange lights in the windows, the scary witch hanging from the front door, and the 4 ft. tall, blow-up pumpkin in the front yard. We'll pass out candy to all the kids in town and then I'll sit up and watch old monster movies all night.
Then, as of midnight tonight, I'll begin writing my novel. Yes, it's almost here. Time for me to finally get started on NaNoWriMo. I have lists and lists of ideas ready to be put down on paper/computer screen, and the main character and I have already had a disagreement on how she's going to die in the first chapter. I wanted her to die saving someone's life, but she's determined to die from a brain hemorage. I guess it's her death, she can have it how she wants it. (Yes, my characters talk to me. LOL)
So, as you go about feeding the spooky little critters in your neck of the woods, remember me as I set out on my own scary journey and start my Great American Novel. LOLOLOL
Halloween isn't my favorite holiday, but the rest of my family loves it, so I do this for them. We'll have the orange lights in the windows, the scary witch hanging from the front door, and the 4 ft. tall, blow-up pumpkin in the front yard. We'll pass out candy to all the kids in town and then I'll sit up and watch old monster movies all night.
Then, as of midnight tonight, I'll begin writing my novel. Yes, it's almost here. Time for me to finally get started on NaNoWriMo. I have lists and lists of ideas ready to be put down on paper/computer screen, and the main character and I have already had a disagreement on how she's going to die in the first chapter. I wanted her to die saving someone's life, but she's determined to die from a brain hemorage. I guess it's her death, she can have it how she wants it. (Yes, my characters talk to me. LOL)
So, as you go about feeding the spooky little critters in your neck of the woods, remember me as I set out on my own scary journey and start my Great American Novel. LOLOLOL
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Medical problems end football hopes
Well, it seems that my son's football team may be done with the game for the season. The team they were supposed to go up against tomorrow has forfeited the game, and the season.
It seems that there is a nasty case of staff infection going around these parts, and several members of the opposing team are either infected or doing everything in their power not to end up that way.
Tomorrow was to be the last game of the regular season, however, that will not be the case. The only way our boys will be going on to districts is if 3 other teams lose. If even so much as one of them wins, we're done. Needless to say, we didn't have a great season. However, we didn't have a bad season, as we did win our homecoming game. That always make things seem better.
I am praying for the other team and hoping that they all make a speedy recovery. I feel bad for those kids for not getting to finish their season, but I'd hate to see them end up sicker. I'm also praying for their families in hopes that this infection doesn't end up becoming an epidemic.
Maybe I should stop being a football fan. Seems all the teams I root for are going down in one form or another. Naw, I'll be a football fan forever.
It seems that there is a nasty case of staff infection going around these parts, and several members of the opposing team are either infected or doing everything in their power not to end up that way.
Tomorrow was to be the last game of the regular season, however, that will not be the case. The only way our boys will be going on to districts is if 3 other teams lose. If even so much as one of them wins, we're done. Needless to say, we didn't have a great season. However, we didn't have a bad season, as we did win our homecoming game. That always make things seem better.
I am praying for the other team and hoping that they all make a speedy recovery. I feel bad for those kids for not getting to finish their season, but I'd hate to see them end up sicker. I'm also praying for their families in hopes that this infection doesn't end up becoming an epidemic.
Maybe I should stop being a football fan. Seems all the teams I root for are going down in one form or another. Naw, I'll be a football fan forever.
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