Graduation


My oldest is graduating from the 8th grade tomorrow.  Unbelieveable.  I still think of him like this:

Turns out – he’s not that little guy on the right anymore.  Instead he’s a tall, handsome man-child who will soon be off doing things and not needing his mama.

I find it odd that I 100% remember my 8th grade graduation.  I remember my high school years very well.  I know how he’s feeling excited/scared about moving forward in life and that there are so many things that really start to ‘matter’ now.  Grades, decisions, and friends become huge.  I spend hours praying over this boy.   I know he is a gentleman.  He is kind.  He is smart.  I just want him to use those things in his life.

I really can’t wait to see what he will become, who he will marry, and what a wonderful family he will have.  I realize there is so much to look forward to, but I can’t help looking back too.  I have loved every part of being a mom.  There have been trials, and moments I’ve cried, screamed, and wanted to pull my hair out.  But, even those I look back on as good memories of our life.

Truthfully, I don’t remember getting any older. I don’t know where the time has gone.  I am just thankful that I have more to spend. ❤

Extra helpers


In the course of running different events, fundraisers, programs etc.  I’ve learned something.  Often LESS IS MORE.   My grandmother used to say “One boy is a whole boy.  Two boys is half a boy, and three boys are no boy at all.”  It’s oh so very true.  But, it’s not specific to boys.  It’s true of any group of people.

I’ve discovered that there are a few different types of people who help with events.

  • Those who are driven.  These people will make things happen.  They will make decisions on their own, push themselves and they often lead others with not only their words but their actions.
  • Those who are workers.  These people are happy to help in any capacity. They will make themselves available and try to lesson the load for those who are in charge.  But, they don’t want to make decisions, boss people around, or take the responsibility.
  • Those who distract.  These people show up generally for the social aspect of the task.  They have zero interest in helping and will do the minimum expected (or less if they can get away with it).

I find it difficult (as a mixture of someone who is driven and a worker bee) to understand the third group.  I can’t stop myself and sit on the side lines while others are working.  I also do not allow my children to sit on the sideline while everyone else is working.  I don’t want them distracting others who are trying to work.  It’s really bizarre to me that others don’t notice this (or don’t care).  It is a weird thing to explain to someone who thinks that any volunteer is better than a few volunteers.  Totally not true.  There are certain groups of people who work well together.  There are certain groups who do not.  There are certain distracting people who really should just be left out of the group all together.  Maybe harsh, but totally true.

I hate racism


It is odd to me that there are still people who believe that there is equality difference that is evident in the color of our skin.  I do see color.  We all do.  To say we don’t is a lie. But, to divide ourselves because of that color is ridiculous.

Today I went to Walmart.  I seldom go there, but I had a few things to pick up and so I drug the whole family in.  While there I heard someone making a total racist statement.  I turned around to see that the person was serious about what they had said.  It was so crazy.

We have a sweet boy we’ve ‘adopted’ into our family.  He is black.  But, he is so much like me in every other way that people tell me he really could be mine.  His color does not have anything to do with the fact that he is a sweet, kind, happy, friendly, and talented boy.

My children tease about things that are racist.  My oldest son says that he likes silver because he’s Mexican.  We heard this and it entertained us so much that someone would truly believe that such a thing was true that we have always joked about it.  We do this with many things.  But, my kids do not comprehend such things being considered true.  This is not a pat on the back for my husband and my parenting.  It is just me wondering why and how this silly concept of racism is spread.

I hate the hurtful stupid comments that people make.  I hate the strange outdated sentiments that people tend to feel.  I just want the rest of the world to catch up to what I know – none of us are any better or any worse because of the color of our skin.  What matters is how we behave and how we treat others.  The rest of the world seriously needs to get over all the rest of it.

Memorial Day


It’s Memorial Day weekend again.  I realize that many people think of it as “National BBQ Weekend”.  It actually makes me a sad that most people have no idea why they get the day off or what sacrifices have been made for them.

I am so thankful for the men and women who are around the world fighting to protect our freedom.  They are willing to put their lives on the line so I can  live in American and have the right to complain about my Starbucks coffee and my cable not having my favorite basketball team playing all season.  Memorial Day reminds me what a self centered person I am.  I should say thank you more often.  I know I should.   So, thanks to my brother in law Sean, my brother in law Luke, my husband’s cousins John and Matt, and all the others out there who have served our country and sacrificed so much for our daily freedom.

“To be prepared for war is one of the most effective means of preserving peace.” – George Washington

 

Into the wild blue yonder


My children love to go camping.  It’s interesting that they love it so much because their mother really is not a fan of being outside.  I remember liking camping as a kid.  I’m not sure if it’s the constant junk food we got to eat the whole time, the friends and family we went with or just that it was something different than the usual day in and day out.  I grew up camping in an RV.  My kids don’t have that.  Instead they really truly camp – tents, sleeping on the ground, etc.  It’s a lot for me to get myself out there because there is just so much NATURE involved.  But, I do go because it’s fun to have family outings they love.

Just yesterday the twins were asking how many days until school was out.  I told them six.  They immediately wanted to know when our first camp trip was going to happen.  I told them it was scheduled for the middle of June.  They started talking about their favorite camp sites and what they liked about each one.

Our first camping trip is always to Patrick’s Point.  It’s a company sponsored trip.  A bunch of my co-workers and their families go.  We hang out at the beach, we sit around the campfire, and really it’s just a beautiful and relaxing time.  I really can’t complain too much (aside from the usual dirty feet, bugs, and filthy clothes that general camping brings).   Thankfully, Patrick’s Point has bathrooms. (Praise the LORD!)  My kids adore that their friends are there and it’s just a great weekend for the whole family.

Another place we go every year is Tamarac.  It’s way up in the mountains, difficult to get to, and very secluded.  The camp site is great.  It has a little fresh water creek running through it and overlooks a lake.  The husband and kids go down and swim in the lake (I heard there were water snakes and I will never ever get in the water there).  I generally get to spend a lot of time reading and tanning while they all hike.  It’s lovely.

And, our third favorite camp place is Siskiyou.  It is, of course, my most favorite because it’s the least like camping.  There is a store, showers, a place the kids can watch movies, and yet we still camp and go to the lake, go fishing etc.

I have to admit hearing the kids discuss it makes me a little excited to go.  It’s really just great to get away from everything – out of cell range – and spend some real time with my little family.

Eat your words


I realize that as an American I fall into the instant gratification social belief system.  This has never been more evident than when I’m dieting.

I fully believe that I should get some sort of weight loss points for just thinking about dieting and exercising.  All the mental prep I have to go through is pretty tough on me.  It takes me days just to concede that I should diet.  Then, once I do I have to start thinking about exercise, cutting back on favorite things, and not indulging my coffee love.  Are you feeling the pressure of just thinking about dieting.

Then, I start the actual diet.  So ridiculous.  I stop eating all the stuff I love , I cut back or cut out coffee, and no soda.  After one day – I feel that I should be noticeably thinner just for giving up all the things that make my days better.  Instead, I eat a ‘sensible’ dinner and look in the mirror.  No change.

Personally, I’m sick of hearing things like “well, it didn’t take just one day to get all the weight on so it’s going to take a while for it to come off.”  This is not encouraging.  It’s more of a chastisement for my impatience.  I don’t want to hear it.  If you can’t feel my pain then you should just make a “I get what you’re saying” face and nod.  I also dislike hearing people who enjoy exercise.  Don’t try to make me join your cult.  I don’t want to be fat, but I really don’t want to be an exercise freak who annoys everyone with all their workout reports.  You know the person.  They come in to your office or whatever space and say things like ‘wow, I had the best run last night.  I can still feel it in my butt muscles.” or something equally not fun to hear.  Get away from me with that crazy talk.

Tonight my daughter said “we should buy some soda.” I said, “No, we’re on a diet.”  She said “wait, what!?!  I never agreed to that!”  Yes, I know exactly what she means.

Basically, I just want to complain about diet and exercise and have people agree with me.