Watch the nachos

The boys are off at a father son camp out with church and S had to play at homecoming, so G and I had plans to make.  There was a painting party for moms and daughters at church, but she decided she wanted to be outside and watch ball and the band with her friends.  So we dropped sister off and parker our rear ends in the stadium way earlier than we needed to be there.  But we got our pick of seats.  G sat with me for a good while until a friend asked her to come over to the student section with her.  I couldn't deny her the opportunity,   Before she left with her friends, she kindly went to concessions and got me a treat.  I am not a cheese eater as most of my people know, but she got me some nachos.  It doesn't really taste like cheese to me, so I accepted said nachos.  I was also quite hungry, so a shoe would have tasted alright.  The last chip I ate, there was a different kind of crunch.  Not a chip crunch, but more like a sweet tart or gravel crunch.  Once I discreetly cleared what I thought was the sharp chip out of my tooth, I realized that the sharpness was my tooth, now broken.  Molar, missing about 1/4 of its mass.  I have never had such a thing happen before.  It is not a happy feeling.  My oldest and her friend both inspected it and said it was putting me in the stereotypical hillbilly category.  Ugh.  I plan to raid the orthodontic wax supply in this house and try to cover this mess so I won't cut my tongue open.

There's a visual to leave you with as you go to bed.

Night all.

Snapchat crazy

Social media and I have a love hate relationship. News can spread quickly which is good and bad. Lots of positives, but a whole lot of negatives. So since my oldest has Instagram and Snapchat, I have gotten accounts as well to follow her activities. Snapchat has become very entertaining recently. I have been shown, by my children, the filters you can put on your face. Depending on the day, there are different ones. My son found one today that made his face into a bunny face and changed his voice. He sounded like a hippie bunny who loved carrots. We have laughed all afternoon about that filter and his little bunny voice. We send faces to my daughter and other friends with the app. Just what I need...another thing to suck my time away. But I'll use it all the time to see my son belly laugh at himself. That is priceless.

Night all.
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Time slow down

My girl is 15 years old today. 15. Years. Old. That means she can get behind the wheel of a car and learn how to drive it. And oh is she ready to do it. She went to school with her new bare teeth before and had boys, yes BOYS, tell her she looked pretty and nice. Arrrgghhh. She had friends celebrate with her all day and feast on cupcakes with her at church tonight. She is one lucky girl. And we are lucky parents to have such a nice young woman for a daughter. But she can slow down a little...please?

Night all.



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No more metal

Well, my oldest had a big day today. He metal that she has been carrying around in her mouth for two years was ripped out today. She was polished up and sent home with a bag full of candy items that were taboo during the brace face years. I can't get over how she looks. We were driving to her early birthday dinner and I caught a glance of her out of the corner of my eye. It took my breath away. She looked so grown up. I'm not sure how I feel about that, but it is going to happen whether I want it to or not.

My little brace faced girl is no more...tomorrow she will be a 15 year old young lady. Sigh.

Night all.


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Soccer and debates

The A team at the middle school had their Monday game tonight and it was a rough one. The girls fought hard and are going to be sore tomorrow, but the pulled out a W. G was a beast in the goal and is now feeling awfully crippled with a hip injury. Poor thing. I hate it, but she intimidated the heck out of those girls coming at her. Her teammates were beasts as well and I sure wouldn't have messed with them one bit. Proud of those girls...they played hard and clean.

I am currently typing this as I watch the debate. I don't know what to say, friends. It has already turned into a circus, both of them. God help our country. My head hurts already and, as much as I enjoy Lester Holt, he needs to gain control. He is a referee who has let the game get out of control already. Cheap shots and the world is sitting back with a bowl of popcorn laughing. Both of them need to, oh I don't know anymore....

Night all.


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Soccer and Sweetness

Busy work morning today as always. Working down a staff member, but I'm grateful for willing volunteers who jump in at the last minute. We had an afternoon futbol match for G and it was lively as always. The game ended up in a tie, but I was glad for that. You always hope that everyone shares your feelings about sportsmanship and general decency. We are finding that more and more to not be the case. Today's match was no exception. When last we played this team(who we play all the time), they did not have the correct amount of girls, 11, to make up a team. They had 9, so we took two of ours away and made it even. After half time, 4 of their left to go play another game somewhere else. We dropped four as well to keep it even once again. Today, this team had their 11 and had supplied their own ref. We had 10. They did not drop a player and they screamed at their own ref and our parents and our girls because we came back from a 2-0 deficit to tie. When the players are looking at their parents to stop and shut up, you know it is bad. Our girls are rough, but they play clean. Just disappointed in grown ups.

After the game, we went to a restaurant for a special event. Some of our dear friends are adopting three children from South America to add to the three they already have at home. Some members of their church own a restaurant and offered to have a fundraiser for them and provide a meal. It was sweet to see so many people there to support the family and get excited about welcoming these three sweethearts to their forever home in a few short months. We are so excited for them and can't wait to meet them and shower them with love.

Time to finish Mythbusters with the kids.

Night all.


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Come, Fall weather, come

Two soccer games and a band competition later, I am sporting my usual Phantom of the Opera sunburn mask as I sit here and type. First team was a no show, but the kids had the best time playing a pick up game with their coach. That is the place where his gifts really shine and his coaching genius comes through. The second game was not so positive. We played a team who always beats us and the kids had to listen to the other team's parents mock them and make derogatory comments. Really? To a bunch of 8 and 9 year olds? Such a sad statement on the perspective lost when it comes to parents watching their CHILDREN play sports. Um, I don't see one scout out there ready to whisk them away to Spain or Italy to become the next Lionel Messi. Get a life, people.

After we cleaned up from the game, we went to the booming metropolis of Clinton, TN to watch our oldest's school marching band in a competition. I thought they did a great job...especially the cute blonde on the vibraphone. We left before the awards were handed out. I can't take that part and the hub's back couldn't take anymore metal bleachers. So we split. We'll get the rundown here soon enough.

I'm now showered and watching The Big Lebowski. Work is tomorrow. 'Nuf said.

Night all.


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