Sometimes I wonder if I should give up blogging... facebook seems to have taken over everyone's lives, so everyone stays there and no one reads anymore.... so I gotta ask - yall do know about feedreaders, right? It keeps all the blogs you read in one place and you only have to click on the blogs that have updated....
Anyway...
Monday brought some bad weather with it.... here in the south, we have two tornado seasons and this is one of them.... thankfully, the schools were smart and let everyone out early so no one was on the road when it hit... I made it home like normal, and we checked the weather radar and it was supposed to reach us around 6:00, so we cooked dinner early at 5:30 and were just finishing up when the power went off at 5:50... it was already raining at this point, but it started getting bad.... so we all headed to the hallway and sat for about 30 minutes as it had settled down a little bit. So we all sat and ate dinner... and just as we were getting done, it picked back up again, so we headed back into the hallway
We stayed there for about 15 minutes and came back into the living room where Daniel read us all some of Little House on the Prairie... then everyone headed to bed at 8:00
The power came back on sometime during the night, but our cable/internet/phone is still out, which Im not happy about.... but not much I can do either.
Thankfully, we didn't get any damage... but a tornado did touch down not too far from our house and a lot of wind damage around town.... but I haven't heard anyone who got really hurt... thankfully everyone took the weather seriously and everyone was ok
Scary for a bit, but its supposed to be smooth sailing here on out... :)
Wednesday, April 30, 2014
Monday, April 21, 2014
Thursday, April 10, 2014
thursday
So this past weekend, we loaded up our crew (+my mom and sister) and headed out to Floriday for a cheer competition...
Have you ever been to one?
They are fierce and crowded and crazy... pretty much just chaos with a bumping bass beat... :)
My poor mom's car broke down so that was a bummer, but it did mean that if she wanted to go anywhere she had to borrow the van or ride with us, so we got to spend more time with her than normal, so that was fun.
So yes... Emma is 7 and going to professional grade cheer competitions... her team was amazing. They were one of 11 teams in their division... and for reference, the other teams from our gym only had 3-4 teams in their divisions, so big deal... and these girls are only 7-9 years old.
And you know what? They were in first place on the first day... yall, they totally rocked it out... I mean, ROCKED IT OUT.... so proud.... then they competed the second day and had two small little bobbles.... and they came in in second
By .05 of a point.... yall see that.... 1/20th of a point.
Every single girl was absolutely heartbroken... this is their last competition and their last time to compete as this team, so yeah, it was hard to lose by that tiny of a fraction.... but no matter, we were proud of them... for real!
I wish I could show you their routine... Im betting you wouldnt believe they were only 7-9 years old.
So yes, we were at the beach... but nope, not a vacation... mostly b/c it rained most of the trip, and b/c a family of 6 to do anything costs major money.... but! I did have the good sense enough to book the hotel right next door to the convention center - which meant Emma and I could just walk over, easy-peasy and go back and forth and not have to stay inside the chaos....
We did get to walk to the beach for about 45 minutes and their was a park behind our hotel.... ok, we did splurge and took the kids to see the Lego movie at the matinee when it just rained and rained all one day... and maybe we snuck some ice cream in some where too... :)
It was really nice to get away for the weekend though and still so proud of my girl.... and shhhhhh - Im trying to talk Gabe into joining next year too... I think it would do amazing things for his confidence
My poor mom though... she was stuck down there until Tuesday waiting for her car... when it rains, it pours... but she made it back safe and sound thankfully....
try outs for next year is only a month away.... eeek.... exciting!
Have you ever been to one?
They are fierce and crowded and crazy... pretty much just chaos with a bumping bass beat... :)
My poor mom's car broke down so that was a bummer, but it did mean that if she wanted to go anywhere she had to borrow the van or ride with us, so we got to spend more time with her than normal, so that was fun.
So yes... Emma is 7 and going to professional grade cheer competitions... her team was amazing. They were one of 11 teams in their division... and for reference, the other teams from our gym only had 3-4 teams in their divisions, so big deal... and these girls are only 7-9 years old.
And you know what? They were in first place on the first day... yall, they totally rocked it out... I mean, ROCKED IT OUT.... so proud.... then they competed the second day and had two small little bobbles.... and they came in in second
By .05 of a point.... yall see that.... 1/20th of a point.
Every single girl was absolutely heartbroken... this is their last competition and their last time to compete as this team, so yeah, it was hard to lose by that tiny of a fraction.... but no matter, we were proud of them... for real!
I wish I could show you their routine... Im betting you wouldnt believe they were only 7-9 years old.
So yes, we were at the beach... but nope, not a vacation... mostly b/c it rained most of the trip, and b/c a family of 6 to do anything costs major money.... but! I did have the good sense enough to book the hotel right next door to the convention center - which meant Emma and I could just walk over, easy-peasy and go back and forth and not have to stay inside the chaos....
We did get to walk to the beach for about 45 minutes and their was a park behind our hotel.... ok, we did splurge and took the kids to see the Lego movie at the matinee when it just rained and rained all one day... and maybe we snuck some ice cream in some where too... :)
It was really nice to get away for the weekend though and still so proud of my girl.... and shhhhhh - Im trying to talk Gabe into joining next year too... I think it would do amazing things for his confidence
My poor mom though... she was stuck down there until Tuesday waiting for her car... when it rains, it pours... but she made it back safe and sound thankfully....
try outs for next year is only a month away.... eeek.... exciting!
Friday, April 4, 2014
Friday
Last Sunday night, Emma and I went out to dinner together - just the two of us... turns out Emma's love language is quality time and she really needed some with her mama... she chose Wendys so we headed over and split a chicken sandwich and fries.... when we got there, we were the only ones in there so we had the whole place to ourselves....
So we laughed and talked and I was reminded of how much of my heart belongs to that little girl... we held hands through most of dinner... after our sandwich and fries, we both admitted we were just a little hungry still...
So I offered to get us a small frosty to split... her eyes got wide and she asked "really?" b/c well, dessert is a bit of a luxury in our house of 6... so when I said, yes, she was utterly elated... she didnt even know that was part of the deal... so both of us felt pretty special
As we were having the preceding conversation about frostys... a pile of people came in, obviously church people as they came in bunches and were nicer dressed.... after they all got in line, I picked the back spot to order our frosty and I realized that I knew several of the people who were in front of me... and also sitting at some nearby tables.
And I saw their eyes slide over to me.... and they purposefully turned around...
And ignored me.
From then on, they purposefully looked every direction but mine... making sure I couldnt make eye contact.
It hurt... but I understood.
If you see me on weekdays, Im dressed pretty normal - usually jeans and a sweater or tshirt b/c I work in an office and have to look somewhat presentable... but on the weekends, I wear "my" clothes, the ones Im comfortable in - usually black with some skulls or spikes somewhere, and my knee high lace up biker boots... combined with my bright red "punk" hair which is usually pulled up in a way to make it more punk/goth/whatever you want to label it.... well, Im not exactly the southern baptist definition of "cute" or "presentable...
So I waited my turn and got our frosty and went and sat back down... right across from the brightest eyes and biggest smile... and well, I couldnt really be sad anymore...
And right in the middle of sharing our frosty, my daughter walked around the table, hugged me and said "thank you mom"
Forget sad... I have something amazing that those other "church people" (and yes, they were coming from church, and no, I cannot in good conscience call anyone "christian" anymore) missed out on.... you see, they missed out on the opportunity for me to introduce them to one of the most incredible people I know... I feel sad for them, and hope that one day, they will get a second chance...
But I aint sweating it.... because I dont mind keeping this little one to myself as long as I can... :)
So we laughed and talked and I was reminded of how much of my heart belongs to that little girl... we held hands through most of dinner... after our sandwich and fries, we both admitted we were just a little hungry still...
So I offered to get us a small frosty to split... her eyes got wide and she asked "really?" b/c well, dessert is a bit of a luxury in our house of 6... so when I said, yes, she was utterly elated... she didnt even know that was part of the deal... so both of us felt pretty special
As we were having the preceding conversation about frostys... a pile of people came in, obviously church people as they came in bunches and were nicer dressed.... after they all got in line, I picked the back spot to order our frosty and I realized that I knew several of the people who were in front of me... and also sitting at some nearby tables.
And I saw their eyes slide over to me.... and they purposefully turned around...
And ignored me.
From then on, they purposefully looked every direction but mine... making sure I couldnt make eye contact.
It hurt... but I understood.
If you see me on weekdays, Im dressed pretty normal - usually jeans and a sweater or tshirt b/c I work in an office and have to look somewhat presentable... but on the weekends, I wear "my" clothes, the ones Im comfortable in - usually black with some skulls or spikes somewhere, and my knee high lace up biker boots... combined with my bright red "punk" hair which is usually pulled up in a way to make it more punk/goth/whatever you want to label it.... well, Im not exactly the southern baptist definition of "cute" or "presentable...
So I waited my turn and got our frosty and went and sat back down... right across from the brightest eyes and biggest smile... and well, I couldnt really be sad anymore...
And right in the middle of sharing our frosty, my daughter walked around the table, hugged me and said "thank you mom"
Forget sad... I have something amazing that those other "church people" (and yes, they were coming from church, and no, I cannot in good conscience call anyone "christian" anymore) missed out on.... you see, they missed out on the opportunity for me to introduce them to one of the most incredible people I know... I feel sad for them, and hope that one day, they will get a second chance...
But I aint sweating it.... because I dont mind keeping this little one to myself as long as I can... :)
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