Y’all, I need a Break.

No, silly goose, not a Bloggy Break. Sorta been on one of those for awhile now.
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Nope, I’m talking break from all the hustle and bustle.

Since the first week of August our life has been one big circle of get up, got to work or school, go to practice, go to game, come home, go to bed. Get up, do it all over again.

My house is a pit. A PIT.

There is crap piled up everywhere. I don’t even know where to begin!?!

Oh, I’m not complaining about doing all of the things we are choosing to do. I’m really not complaining at all. I’m just sayin’, that’s all.

Cuz really…it has been fun!

Let me catch you up with a few pictures since I haven’t been, uh hem, blogging much lately (see above sentences for a bit of an explanation).

Seriously…no twelve year old should have guns like that. And when they do, this is what happens:

She is a ninth grader. Brett is a 7th grader. Oy.

Volleyball Senior Night. That’s the bf, Trey.
Class of 2009 Spartan Volleyball players. Have you ever seen so many cuties?
Here’s the entire team. They are really a lot of fun. I have so enjoyed Sarah’s high school sports experience. The parents, for the most part, have been just awesome. Some of the parents of the juniors coming up…oh. my. I feel badly for coach next year.
Here we are waiting to get called out to escort Sarah.
This was the look on her face while she waited for us after our names were called…isn’t it just precious?

Can my little girl get some vertical, or what?

First one called up to get her All-District Tournament Team award.
Homecoming…bff, Amy with Sarah.
Um, yeah…her father is not liking the way they look at each other. At all.
They are just giddy with being each other. Oy.
Apple Picking, Grave’s Mountain, Syria, Virginia. College boy, aka The Golden Child.

He is on the Nightwalking Team and this is his uniform. And it was also 35 degrees. (Notice the Nerf gun strategically located over the door…apparently, random Nerf wars start up at all hours of the day. And night.

Sir, please get out of the water fountain.

This picture is exactly why I wanted him to live at home and go to the local community college. Where I could keep an eye on him. When the male population is only 35% at your college…you tend to draw a bit of attention. He’s not as dumb as he looks ;0


You Guys Totally Rock!

Thanks so much for the prayers! I totally felt them. I was able to sleep fairly well last night and woke up a bit refreshed. And, after a great quiet time this morning, am feeling a bit more calm. We have a ton of crap coming down on us right now and it is always stressful wondering when the next shoe will drop and from where.

Thankfully, we are all healthy, have jobs, each other and know The One True God.

My heart aches for those less fortunate than us and I feel horribly guilty when we have a string of “stuff” happen that gets me fearful, anxious, down…when we are just so incredibly blessed!

So, I’m trying to focus on the blessings we have and decided I needed to publicly list some of them here and I ask YOU to list some blessings in YOUR life, too.

Here we go:

1. Health. Yes, I have two frozen shoulders and the daily therapy and exercises is brutal, but as I was reminded by bff, Lori, it is temporary and otherwise, I and my family are in good health.

2. Home. We have a warm, safe home. Yes, it needs a ton of work and has the entire 14 years we’ve lived her. But we’re busy raising our three children and focusing on them and there is, I pray, time to do the cosmetic things. Thank You, Jesus, that we are able to focus on our children and each other right now.

3. Jobs. I have to admit that the current economic situation has me anxious and prone to panic attacks. But, we have two well-paying and secure jobs and, even though we are always so stupid with our spending, God continues to bless us. It is time to do better with our $$. Thank you, Dave Ramsey.

4. Family. We have the most incredible children. I take NO CREDIT whatsoever for them. It is all God, all the time. All three of our children know Him and love Him and I am so stinkin’ thankful for that…I can’t begin to tell you! They may not grow up to be rocket scientists or brain surgeons, but they are grounded, loving, compassionate and know their Lord and Savior intimately.

5. Friends. Who is a (wo)man who has no friends? I have the most amazing friends. And I totally do not deserve them. And that includes you. My core group of girls…physically near or far (Sweet Jill)…those I’ve physically hugged and those I haven’t…I am so very thankful for each and every one of you. The women I have met here in the bloggysphere…you totally blow me away with your wisdom, spiritual connectivity, love and friendship.

So…you see…I do recognize how blessed I am and I need to continually lift my praise to the One Who has blessed me beyond measure.

Hugs and love to all of you.


Feeling the stress today.

Hey all. Just a quick note with a prayer request. I am feeling so very anxious today. I hardly slept last night. The raging hormones of a 47-year-old woman and a lot going on in my life equals a whole lot of anxiety. Top that off with the 24/7 shoulder pain and well, my stomach is in wicked shape (no…I swear it is NOT the pop tarts), my heart is pounding, my chest hurts and well, I just have the jitters. So, if you think of it, could you toss up a prayer for me? I so covet them.

Love you.


What we have going on…

Brett’s football team beat the UNDEFEATED Vienna team, on Vienna’s home turf. We are in the playoffs. Go Blitz! Hit Squad…YOU KNOW!!!

Poor kid has yet to make it to Velocity conditioning or a practice with his new basketball team. Travel. A Team, baby. If football ever gets done…we might get to see who is on this team.

The Girl has game 1 of District Playoffs tomorrow night at 7:00. We’re going in second seed…home team advantage for us. We should win. Which will take us to semi-finals Wednesday night and then the finals on Thursday night. We’re going for back-to-back Patriot District wins. Go Spartans…Hoo-Rah ACE!

And, The Girl is also back to playing her first love…soccer. She got burnt out on it after a few years on travel. Never went out for the high school team. Now she’s playing on a house team and loving it. Already been picked up for the All-Star team. Playing Defense. The only time she ever played D was as a goalie. She hurt her knee yesterday. Don’t tell her varsity volleyball coach.

The Man started a new job two weeks ago. Back in the government. Working for TSA…loving it. He has a compressed work week which means he works a bit longer every day and gets every other Friday off. Woo-Hoo. RDO (Regular Day Off), Baby! We had lunch together last Friday…his first RDO. It was sweet. He used to do this when he worked for Uncle Sam before. Sorry, Lori…it’s not our fault that Jeff keeps taking on more and more responsibility thus losing his RDO!

Shawn is doing well at school, as far as we can tell. He’ll be home the second week in December or around there for Christmas Break. I keep forgetting he’ll be home for Thanksgiving, too. We’ll make our annual trek to the Glengary Tree Farm in Amissville the day after Thanksgiving. I can’t believe the Holiday season is almost here! My favorite time of year. And then it’s over and that’s when I get SAD. Except for a brief flash of joy the end of January when Brett and I have our birthdays.

Trunk or Treat at our church tonight. I’m overseeing the registration tables to make sure EVERYONE signs in and gives us their info so we can follow up.

That’s about it…chat soon!

Ways to make your 17 year old daughter’s mouth drop open in stunned silence…

:: Use “that’s what she said” appropriately (or inappropriately, as the case may be).

:: Announce, casually, that you have been using her hair straightener. Every day. For the past month. (For some reason, this just positively astounded her…I don’t get it.)

:: Talk openly about sex with her, whenever possible. Ask detailed questions and (here’s the tricky part) calmly and quietly accept her detailed answers (my mouth has gone dry and my heart is palpitating just thinking about that conversation…but trust me when I tell you it was good…do it, I beg of you, moms!)

:: Confirm that you know exactly what MILF means. (And if you don’t know…you need to brush up on the lingo.)

:: Tell her, “sure…you can go to Beach Week” (wait for it) “but dad and I are coming too and you have to stay with us.”

:: Go right along with it when she starts talking about marrying her boyfriend. After all, her father and I met when I was a freshman in high school and he was a junior. It SO could happen!

A note to my mother: If I had known it was going to be this hard…I totally get what you went through now and I am SO SORRY.

Howdy Bloggy Friends.

I totally have NOT forgotten you. In fact, I’m pretty certain I meet all of you regularly on Facebook.

But, I do need to update my blog. With lots of pictures. Maybe this weekend…in between games.

Okay. Miss you Miss Bloggy Puss (yes, my pet name for my blog).

Wicked, huh?

Dear Blog.

I miss you! I really haven’t forgotten you. Seriously…it’s just that, well, I have another true love right now. I’m sorry. I know it hurts. I didn’t expect it to happen. I wasn’t looking for another.

We’re made for each other, really. Please try to understand. I’ll try to pop in now and then and give you an update but…you know how new infatuations are! We had it, didn’t we?

Okay, well, I just wanted to give you the news in person. But I promise I’ll be back. Soon. I’ll call you. No, really. I will!

Well, I have to go now.

I’ll be right there, Facebook!

It was fun. While it lasted.

I had a quick trip to Longwood. One pit stop. Not counting the first stop at Starbuck’s for a latte and scone. And not counting the stop in Farmville (Longwood is in Farmville) at Your Just Desserts to pick up baklava, turnovers and other yummies to bring home. Oh, and one other stop at the book store. Just to kill time cuz I was early.

I wish I had remembered to take my camera and chronicle the day with pics. Daggum it.

Meghan and Matt, Shawn’s roomie (who are dating), brought down the first load of Shawn’s stuff and Shawn showed up a few minutes later. Since everyone had their arms full of bedding, clothing, fans, books, and junk…I had to wait until they unloaded to give hugs all around. Except I forgot to hug my own child. I have yet to hear the end of that. We couldn’t get in the car until I hugged him.

I loved that.

I had told him he would drive home, but I started thinking…this kid is going to talk non-stop the entire way home because that’s just the way he is (thank You, Jesus!) and do I really want a distracted, chatty kid driving me home on 95 North on a Friday afternoon? Nope. So I drove. He chatted. I laughed. A lot.

It was heavenly.

Oh, how I have missed this boy! The surliness that he had over the summer is gone and there is a new…something…maturity, maybe…about him.

We stopped for gas (not that we needed it in hubby’s Corolla but did anyway cuz it was so cheap). And stopped at Cracker Barrel for lunch. We were ravenous and it took forever because we still kept up the talking. After purchasing the obligatory preserves, we headed home.

It was so funny to hear him talk about the landmarks he recognized, and clearly missed. As we pulled off 95, he whispered, “good to be home”, while his face was pressed against his window. We were still 15 minutes from home, but we never count that last 15 minutes in our driving time. Just don’t. I don’t know why.

Yep. It was a fun day.

Five minutes after we got home, Ronnie was here and the boys were off.

It was sweet while it lasted.


I am picking up the boy today from Longwood!

**UPDATED. I was RIGHT. It WAS them. Know how I know? Because they are all sucking up to me. No, it’s not because they are scared. No it isn’t. Stop that!

IT’S NOT ME!!! (okay, maybe just a little)

I am very excited.


And in the typical way my universe works…I’m ticked off at the rest of them so I will just put all my focus and joy on seeing my first born.

Until he ticks me off.

No, it’s not me.

No, it isn’t.

It’s them.