Showing posts from November, 2012

Children are the BEST CopyCats

My children are the best copycats.  I have always been able to tell if I'm being a good example of how I act based on my four kiddos.  Like it or not, children learn what they live.

This Friday was the last game for our sweet football team.  We lost in the 3rd round of the playoffs.  We lost to our arch rival.  We were motivated, but just came up short, and you know what; it really stinks. 

One thing I will say about our kids, both the ones on the field and off of it is that they are good sports.  When our kids cheer, they cheer for us, and not against the other team.  When our cheerleaders painted the bust-through, it was for our team, and not against the other team.  There are two places that unsportsmanlike behavior is stopped:  at home and with the head coach.

Our head coach does not tolerate unsportsmanlike behavior.  Hopson & I don't tolerate it either.  I would rather lose a game than my children jeopardize their integrity by showing their fannies.  I don't unde…

So Much to Say & So Little Time

There has been a TON of stuff going on these last few weeks I haven't posted anything.  So much for me posting for a year straight.  Right now I can barely put two days together.  I feel like I'm never at home, and when I am, every computer is taken.  It's not fun to wait in line.

Football is still going on for the Rebels!!!  Yea!  Hen's team is done.  We made it to the semi's.  The boys did great, but couldn't pull it out in the end.  Basketball for Henry is kicking up & lacrosse season is just around the corner.  Wednesday we will attend the annual turkey fry; Thursday is Thanksgiving & I'm decorating my house for Christmas. I had some outpatient surgery two weeks ago.  I'm good, it was easy.  I won a Kindle Fire.  It's life...we're just usual.

I've decided since we're so busy that I'll just sleep when I'm dead.

Life is good, well, Harry has a fever today, but besides that life is good.  Hopefully I'll be…

You Don't Mess with Mojo

Um, yeah.  I don't believe in mojo, but I'm sure not going to mess with it.  I have accidentally, totally unintentionally, mess with him, and you know what, we lost.  I don't mess with him if I can help it.

Is this behavior extreme?  Yes.  Is it logical?  No.  But again, you don't mess with mojo.  He is fickle, and he is mean. 

The first time I realized I had messed with mojo was week 5 of the football season.  My lucky Rebel pin fell off my jacket & I looked down at the game & it was missing.  You know what happened?  We lost.  (Harry found the pin the next morning when he stepped on it.  Whew!) Last Friday, big Hopson couldn't find his hat he'd been wearing the entire season & settled on another hat.  You know what happened?  We lost.  We don't mess with mojo.

Last night our quarterback's dad decided to mess with mojo.  I told him not to.  I told him that you can't thumb your nose at mojo, he doesn't think it's funny.  He'…

Something You Earn

I remember my momma & daddy saying that you appreciate things you earn more than things that are just given to you.  A lot of times it's the struggle that gives that thing worth.  It doesn't matter if this happens on the field of play or in the workplace.  The older I get the more this means.  (especially after Tuesday) 

Tonight was the opening round of the playoffs for high school football.  Thankfully, we won our area so we had home field advantage.  There is always a lot of anticipation that comes during the playoffs.  If you lose, you're done.  Just like that the football season is over.  All the hard work, all the sweat, all the up/downs, all the sprints, over.  The finality of it all looms over you when you are a senior or have a senior.  Every parent wants their child to be on a state winning team.  Every parent knows their team, on any given Friday night, can win.  It all depends on which group of teenagers chooses to show up. 

We have a tradition at our high…

The Obituary of a Very Old Friend

This is was sent to me by a friend and I wanted to pass it on because it is so true.

Celebrating Life!

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:

- Knowing when to come in out of the rain;
- Why the early bird gets the worm;
- Life isn't always fair;
- And maybe it was my fault.

Common Sense lived by simple, Sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).

His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place.
Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly studen…

Mail Time!

I guess it's one of those days....  You know how I know that?  My mother, who has been dead for almost 15 years, received 3 pieces of mail today.  Yep, three pieces.  Now they were from:  Medicare, Humana, and United of Omaha Life Insurance company, so it was basically junk mail, but hey she received it.  I guess that makes her popular.  (Hoppy received two mailings from two different colleges today.)  I didn't get any mail.  I think that makes my mom more popular than me.  Can you see the 'L' on my forehead?

To all the companies out mom passed away December 30, 1997 of metastatic melanoma.  She will not be applying for medicare or any kind of insurance.  She can't buy magazines or anything for that matter.  She can't vote. (but if you're reading this you can, so I hope you voted today!)  Oy!  Sometimes I'll open her mail, but normally it just goes into the recycling bin.  :/ 

The children like to go through the mail to see how much momma g…