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
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
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.
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.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
I am such an old hippie
I've been sitting here all night, getting my posts done at all my other blogs and listening to all my favorite tunes I've got saved on my puter. As one song blends into the next, it dawned on me that the music I listen to is almost 30 years old. OMG, I'm so old.
In my opinion, they quit making good music in the mid 80's. My favorite tunes all come from the mid to late 70's and some from the early 80's. And yes, I know that's telling the world just how old I really am, but I've always had a thing for the music of the mid to late 70's. I'm the youngest of 3 girls, and I had a bad habit of stealing their records when I was a kid. LOL
I was listening to some of the things my kids listen to, and heard my father's voice come out of my face in the form of "you can't understand a word they're saying". I remember the first time my mom heard the song "Dirty Laundry" by Don Henley. She freaked. She couldn't believe that they were so hard up for songs that they were talking about playing with someone's dirty laundry. LOLOLOLOL
Oh well, I guess I'll just live in the past and revel in my music. So while you're all reading this post, I'll be shaking my groove thing and partying like it's 1999.
In my opinion, they quit making good music in the mid 80's. My favorite tunes all come from the mid to late 70's and some from the early 80's. And yes, I know that's telling the world just how old I really am, but I've always had a thing for the music of the mid to late 70's. I'm the youngest of 3 girls, and I had a bad habit of stealing their records when I was a kid. LOL
I was listening to some of the things my kids listen to, and heard my father's voice come out of my face in the form of "you can't understand a word they're saying". I remember the first time my mom heard the song "Dirty Laundry" by Don Henley. She freaked. She couldn't believe that they were so hard up for songs that they were talking about playing with someone's dirty laundry. LOLOLOLOL
Oh well, I guess I'll just live in the past and revel in my music. So while you're all reading this post, I'll be shaking my groove thing and partying like it's 1999.
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.
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
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.
Thursday, October 4, 2007
When did the 80's become the oldies
I felt like an old woman today, or should I say yesterday. My daughter came home and said that they were having oldies dress up day at school today and she was going to need my help. Hey, no sweat.
Then she told me that she wanted to dress like they did when I was a kid. When did the 80's become the oldies? I was in high school during the mid 80's, and most of the clothes I wear today are still the same things I wore back then. T-shirts and jeans. What's so oldies about that??
Well, I helped her look as "80's" as I could. She did the whole Madonna look, minus the black lace tutu. I stood there and looked at my daughter and thought to myself, "Holy crap, she looks like me 25 years ago". That's when I knew I was officially old.
I now know how my mother felt when I dressed up for oldies day. I did the whole 60's look, and thought I was the biggest geek ever for wearing those clothes. Yes, I called her tonight and apologized. A lot!!!!
Then she told me that she wanted to dress like they did when I was a kid. When did the 80's become the oldies? I was in high school during the mid 80's, and most of the clothes I wear today are still the same things I wore back then. T-shirts and jeans. What's so oldies about that??
Well, I helped her look as "80's" as I could. She did the whole Madonna look, minus the black lace tutu. I stood there and looked at my daughter and thought to myself, "Holy crap, she looks like me 25 years ago". That's when I knew I was officially old.
I now know how my mother felt when I dressed up for oldies day. I did the whole 60's look, and thought I was the biggest geek ever for wearing those clothes. Yes, I called her tonight and apologized. A lot!!!!
Monday, September 17, 2007
First BAO website officially launched
Yes, boys and girls, I am very happy to announce that the Blog Authors Organization has launched it's first official blog. I'd like to invite everyone to come check out FamilySupportForum and welcome Mark Sierra.
Mark is the owner of the highly rated MeandMyDrum blog, as well as the FamilyWebWatch blog. Mark is a wonderful writer and a true family man. That right there gets my vote. When he joined with BAO, I knew we had a winner.
FamilySupportForum is a blog that offers advise on family issues, tips on saving money, and a whole myriad of other useful information. The blog was originally started by Garry's beautiful wife, Angie. So Mark is going to have to work hard to keep up with all her previous work, but I really don't see that as being a problem for Mark. He's a very talented writer and I'm sure he'll do an outstanding job.
Again, I invite everyone to come check out Mark's new blog. Congratulations Mark, we're proud to have you on board.
Mark is the owner of the highly rated MeandMyDrum blog, as well as the FamilyWebWatch blog. Mark is a wonderful writer and a true family man. That right there gets my vote. When he joined with BAO, I knew we had a winner.
FamilySupportForum is a blog that offers advise on family issues, tips on saving money, and a whole myriad of other useful information. The blog was originally started by Garry's beautiful wife, Angie. So Mark is going to have to work hard to keep up with all her previous work, but I really don't see that as being a problem for Mark. He's a very talented writer and I'm sure he'll do an outstanding job.
Again, I invite everyone to come check out Mark's new blog. Congratulations Mark, we're proud to have you on board.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
A little dose of happy
This is my happy post for the day. I am an avid reader of good jokes and when I ran across this one, I had to post it. If you have children, or remember being a child, you'll absolutely love this one.
Great Lessons in a Child's Life
1.) No matter how hard you try, you cannot baptize a cat.
2.) When your mom is mad at your dad, don't let her brush your hair.
3.) If your sibling hits you, don't hit her back. They always catch the 2nd person.
4.) Never ask your 3-yr old brother to hold a tomato.
5.) You can't trust a dog to watch your food.
6.) Never sneeze when someone is cutting your hair.
7.) Never hold a Dust-Buster and a cat at the same time.
8.) You can't hide your broccolli in your glass of milk.
9.) Don't wear polka-dot underwear under white shorts.
10.) The best place in the world to be when you're sad, is in Grandma's lap.
Have a great day, ya'll.
Great Lessons in a Child's Life
1.) No matter how hard you try, you cannot baptize a cat.
2.) When your mom is mad at your dad, don't let her brush your hair.
3.) If your sibling hits you, don't hit her back. They always catch the 2nd person.
4.) Never ask your 3-yr old brother to hold a tomato.
5.) You can't trust a dog to watch your food.
6.) Never sneeze when someone is cutting your hair.
7.) Never hold a Dust-Buster and a cat at the same time.
8.) You can't hide your broccolli in your glass of milk.
9.) Don't wear polka-dot underwear under white shorts.
10.) The best place in the world to be when you're sad, is in Grandma's lap.
Have a great day, ya'll.
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
My Scout Skit
Ok kids, this is the skit I was telling you all about. There are a few things I have to divulge first as the humor will be lost without these few facts.
The 2 coolest staff members are the camp director, Ernie, and the program director, Jeff. Ernie's a cool guy with a huge tolerance for kids, and a very warped sense of humor, which I like in a person. Jeff is a little person who cruises all over camp in his motorized wheelchair. Though Jeff is small in stature, he's a giant amoung men. When you read the skit, keep these 2 people in mind.
Back in the 70's, when I was a kid, there were a few records put out that sounded like a news report with certain parts being snippets of popular songs. I think the most famous one was a record called "Mr. Jaws". This skit is based on that principal.
The Spirit of Camp Augustine
Ladies and gentlemen, this is your action news reporter, Scoopy Tickledpink, bringing you this late breaking news flash. There have been several reports that a ghost has been sighted here at Camp Augustine.
According to my resources, this camp spirit has been found in almost every nook and cranny of the property. With me now, is Officer Buford Nosenugget.
Officer Nosenugget, can you tell me what witnesses say this spirit looks like?
Like a rhinestone cowboy
And what should our viewers look for when walking through camp?
Knights in white satin
Thank you Officer Nosenugget. I have the pleasure to interview two of the witnesses of this apperition. My first guest is Rollie Noodlepicker. Can you tell me what you were doing at the time you saw the ghost?
Splish splash, I was taking a bath
And when was this?
Tuesday afternoon
Thank you Mr. Noodlepicker. Next with us is one of our local campers, Freddie Farfrompukin. I understand you actually heard the voice of this spirit, can you tell us what it said to you?
Let's do the twist
And what did this voice sound like?
It is the sound of silence
Thank you, Freddie. Locals have brought in experts from different areas to try and find more information on this spector.
This here is world reknown paranormal expert, Dr. Nathaniel Jeffenernie. According to your investigation, when is this ghost most active?
Those summer nights
And what would you suggest people do should they encounter the ghost?
Run, run, run, runaway
Thank you Dr. Jeffenernie. With us now is the great ghost hunter, Hans Hakkenlugie. Sir, can you tell us where this spirit was first sighted?
In the sweet, by and by
And did you see where it was going?
Leaving on a jet plane
Hans Hakkenlugie, ladies and gentlemen. I'd now like to introduce Inspector Bobby Jo Mamma, detective 1st class with the FBIDS, or Federal Beareau of Incredibly Dumb Skits. I hear you've been working this case since the beginning. Has the camp's director made any comments about the ghostly activity here at camp?
He said, "Hey you, get off of my cloud
And what about the other staff members, what have they had to say?
We're not gonna to take it. No, we ain't gonna take it. We're not gonna take it, anymore.
Thank you, Detective. Finally, we have psychic to the stars, Corky FrogRocket, who has spent the afternoon contacting the camp spirit.
Corky, have you learned any facts of the spirit's former life?
She said, "I don't like spiders and snakes
Interesting, is there any other information on our ghost?
She thinks my wheelchair's sexy (we added that one for Jeff)
There you have it, folks. And remember to be on the lookout for the spirit of Camp Augustine.
The 2 coolest staff members are the camp director, Ernie, and the program director, Jeff. Ernie's a cool guy with a huge tolerance for kids, and a very warped sense of humor, which I like in a person. Jeff is a little person who cruises all over camp in his motorized wheelchair. Though Jeff is small in stature, he's a giant amoung men. When you read the skit, keep these 2 people in mind.
Back in the 70's, when I was a kid, there were a few records put out that sounded like a news report with certain parts being snippets of popular songs. I think the most famous one was a record called "Mr. Jaws". This skit is based on that principal.
The Spirit of Camp Augustine
Ladies and gentlemen, this is your action news reporter, Scoopy Tickledpink, bringing you this late breaking news flash. There have been several reports that a ghost has been sighted here at Camp Augustine.
According to my resources, this camp spirit has been found in almost every nook and cranny of the property. With me now, is Officer Buford Nosenugget.
Officer Nosenugget, can you tell me what witnesses say this spirit looks like?
Like a rhinestone cowboy
And what should our viewers look for when walking through camp?
Knights in white satin
Thank you Officer Nosenugget. I have the pleasure to interview two of the witnesses of this apperition. My first guest is Rollie Noodlepicker. Can you tell me what you were doing at the time you saw the ghost?
Splish splash, I was taking a bath
And when was this?
Tuesday afternoon
Thank you Mr. Noodlepicker. Next with us is one of our local campers, Freddie Farfrompukin. I understand you actually heard the voice of this spirit, can you tell us what it said to you?
Let's do the twist
And what did this voice sound like?
It is the sound of silence
Thank you, Freddie. Locals have brought in experts from different areas to try and find more information on this spector.
This here is world reknown paranormal expert, Dr. Nathaniel Jeffenernie. According to your investigation, when is this ghost most active?
Those summer nights
And what would you suggest people do should they encounter the ghost?
Run, run, run, runaway
Thank you Dr. Jeffenernie. With us now is the great ghost hunter, Hans Hakkenlugie. Sir, can you tell us where this spirit was first sighted?
In the sweet, by and by
And did you see where it was going?
Leaving on a jet plane
Hans Hakkenlugie, ladies and gentlemen. I'd now like to introduce Inspector Bobby Jo Mamma, detective 1st class with the FBIDS, or Federal Beareau of Incredibly Dumb Skits. I hear you've been working this case since the beginning. Has the camp's director made any comments about the ghostly activity here at camp?
He said, "Hey you, get off of my cloud
And what about the other staff members, what have they had to say?
We're not gonna to take it. No, we ain't gonna take it. We're not gonna take it, anymore.
Thank you, Detective. Finally, we have psychic to the stars, Corky FrogRocket, who has spent the afternoon contacting the camp spirit.
Corky, have you learned any facts of the spirit's former life?
She said, "I don't like spiders and snakes
Interesting, is there any other information on our ghost?
She thinks my wheelchair's sexy (we added that one for Jeff)
There you have it, folks. And remember to be on the lookout for the spirit of Camp Augustine.
Sunday, July 1, 2007
Skeeters and flies and ticks, Oh my!!
Yes boys and girls, I have made it home from camp. I had a blast this past week, but I'm so glad to be home.
As the title of this post says, I had to fight off all the little creepy crawlies that the great state of Nebraska has to offer. The mosquitos and ticks were just awful. My perfume of choice for the week was "Deep Woods Off". I've come to the conclusion that the bugs love the smell. LOL. However, it was the little biting flies that I had the most trouble with. No matter how much bug spray I applied, they saw me as a walking salad bar.
I will do several posts on my week at camp, including one on the skit I wrote for my boys. Each year at the end of the week, there is a camp wide campfire and each troop puts on a skit for everyone else. Each year, I write our skit so we can say we did something that no one else did. It's a blast.
We spent the week with another troop from Eastern Nebraska. The first night, we stayed on our own ends of the campsite, but by the end of the second night, both of our troops had teamed up to make one great group of kids. I am now known as "Mama Bear", as I took all the boys from the other troop under my wing.
I am glad to be home again, but I wouldn't have missed this past week for the world. Each year I hate the idea of going, but once I get there, I'm so glad I went. I always learn something new about myself, and about the world of scouting. It just goes to show that you're never to old to learn new ticks, er, I mean tricks.
As the title of this post says, I had to fight off all the little creepy crawlies that the great state of Nebraska has to offer. The mosquitos and ticks were just awful. My perfume of choice for the week was "Deep Woods Off". I've come to the conclusion that the bugs love the smell. LOL. However, it was the little biting flies that I had the most trouble with. No matter how much bug spray I applied, they saw me as a walking salad bar.
I will do several posts on my week at camp, including one on the skit I wrote for my boys. Each year at the end of the week, there is a camp wide campfire and each troop puts on a skit for everyone else. Each year, I write our skit so we can say we did something that no one else did. It's a blast.
We spent the week with another troop from Eastern Nebraska. The first night, we stayed on our own ends of the campsite, but by the end of the second night, both of our troops had teamed up to make one great group of kids. I am now known as "Mama Bear", as I took all the boys from the other troop under my wing.
I am glad to be home again, but I wouldn't have missed this past week for the world. Each year I hate the idea of going, but once I get there, I'm so glad I went. I always learn something new about myself, and about the world of scouting. It just goes to show that you're never to old to learn new ticks, er, I mean tricks.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Say a prayer for me
Now, don't get to freaked out. I'm not injured, my mother's not sick, and my children are in their respective rooms. No, I need prayers for a whole different reason. I'm getting ready to go to Boy Scout camp. Seven fun filled days with several hundred teen-aged boys who are allowed to play with fire and sharp instruments. AAAARRRRGGGGG!!!
Keep in mind, I'm not the only female scout leader at camp. There are actually quite a few of us. Many of these women are very good at what they do and I bow down to their abilities.
I usually have as much fun as the boys, and have learned a lot of things about life, and about myself. My favorite part of camp is when I first get there and meet a large, male scout master for the first time. I'm smaller than most of the kids there, and don't look as though I could whip my way out of a wet paper bag. However, by the time camp's over, those same men and shaking my hand and patting me on the back. It's awesome.
I'm not the kind of person who sits by the sidelines and watches what's going on around me. No, I'm the kind of person who gets out there and dives in with both feet, not worrying about what will happen. A couple years back, I brought home some lovely parting gifts. I had bruises on both arms and one of my legs and they were the prettiest shades of eewww.
Just pray that I don't trip over my own two feet and break my arm. Pray that I don't end up at camp and realize that I've forgotten something we really needed. Pray that the weather cooporates with us this year. And finally, pray that counselors survive my little troop of wayward children again this year.
It's going to be a long week.
Keep in mind, I'm not the only female scout leader at camp. There are actually quite a few of us. Many of these women are very good at what they do and I bow down to their abilities.
I usually have as much fun as the boys, and have learned a lot of things about life, and about myself. My favorite part of camp is when I first get there and meet a large, male scout master for the first time. I'm smaller than most of the kids there, and don't look as though I could whip my way out of a wet paper bag. However, by the time camp's over, those same men and shaking my hand and patting me on the back. It's awesome.
I'm not the kind of person who sits by the sidelines and watches what's going on around me. No, I'm the kind of person who gets out there and dives in with both feet, not worrying about what will happen. A couple years back, I brought home some lovely parting gifts. I had bruises on both arms and one of my legs and they were the prettiest shades of eewww.
Just pray that I don't trip over my own two feet and break my arm. Pray that I don't end up at camp and realize that I've forgotten something we really needed. Pray that the weather cooporates with us this year. And finally, pray that counselors survive my little troop of wayward children again this year.
It's going to be a long week.
Monday, June 18, 2007
Fund Raising Idea
All youth organizations need some way to fund their activities. There are a lot of companies that offer things for these organizations to sell, but nearly all of them require money up front before the actually selling begins.
As a Scout leader, I’ve found a way for my troop to earn some money without spending a small fortune in the beginning. Last year, we held a rummage sale. I had the kids ask their families and friends if they had any unwanted items that they would be willing to donate and was astonished at the response. People cleaned out their closets and basements and donated everything.
The only cost to us was the price of placing a small ad in the local newspaper. We made all the flyers by hand and placed them in shop windows and bulletin boards. The kids made sure that they told everyone they knew what we were doing and it was a great turnout. Every penny we made went into the troop’s account and the kids were able to have an enjoyable time at summer camp.
This fund raiser had very little cost and big rewards. It was easy to set up, as all donations were delivered and everything left over at the end was donated to another charity.
As a Scout leader, I’ve found a way for my troop to earn some money without spending a small fortune in the beginning. Last year, we held a rummage sale. I had the kids ask their families and friends if they had any unwanted items that they would be willing to donate and was astonished at the response. People cleaned out their closets and basements and donated everything.
The only cost to us was the price of placing a small ad in the local newspaper. We made all the flyers by hand and placed them in shop windows and bulletin boards. The kids made sure that they told everyone they knew what we were doing and it was a great turnout. Every penny we made went into the troop’s account and the kids were able to have an enjoyable time at summer camp.
This fund raiser had very little cost and big rewards. It was easy to set up, as all donations were delivered and everything left over at the end was donated to another charity.
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