Random Ramblings of a Phantom Blogger.

That’s right. I’ve decided that I’m going to pretend that I can blog again. I do this about once a year, for those of you who haven’t followed my wanderings for long. I tend to go like gangbusters for about 8 months, and then I fall off the face of the earth. Hey. It’s how I roll.

So, now that I’m back, I have to  vent just a bit. As many of you know, it’s September. Which means it’s soccer season. Which also means that I lose all control of my free time and schedule. It’s all about practices, games, snack schedules, banners and mud filled cleats.

 

Having had the 3 boys for a while now, I’m getting used to having my life overtaken by sports. So this is not my rant. My rant is the crazy parents that I’ve had to deal with now for 4 years running. And I have to say, that the longer we’re in the sport, the crazier they get. Let me introduce you to my favorite nutsoid parent this season: SWAT Team Dad.

SWAT Team Dad’s son and my middle boy are on the same team, which means that I’ve had a chance to observe him up close and personal. And it’s not pretty. He’s so intense with this recreational soccer game, that it freaks me out to think about how he must react to really important things like tax season and the toilet overflowing. My favorite quotes from him to his son so far:

“Pick up those feet! We’re not girls!”

“Lap, em’, son! Pass 3 boys and you get an Icee.”

“Put your head in the game!”

“Sprint! You’re faster than that kid!”

“You wanna make money? $1 for every goal you make!”

Did I mention these are 7 year olds? Seriously, Dude. It’s all I can do to sit there, say nothing and not stare. What I really want to do is tell him to take his motivational insults and his Under Armor hat and jump off a cliff. But, in the spirit of sportsmanship and team support, I keep my mouth shut. Thankfully, we have an awesome coach who sends out weekly emails reminding us to do our one job. Cheer.

Game on, SWAT Team Dad.

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September 16, 2011. Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , . All About Me, Family. 2 comments.

Curling up

There is an insane storm going on outside. Crazy rain, wind strong enough to blow our spa cover off, and *cold* temperatures that are making this California girl terribly unhappy. I know, I know. Those of you that don’t live in California are laughing at my weakness, but hey, 40 degrees is down right frigid to us. So go easy on me.

Weather like this makes me want to curl up in a ball on the couch with a good book. And I like to stay in that ball for the remainder of the day. So that’s what I plan on doing today. I’ve taken stock of the books I’m reading and thought I’d share them with you. It’s always cool to see what other people are reading and get some good ideas for the next rainy day read-in. I am a multi-book reader, by the way. I have to have at least 3 books going at once. It drives my husband crazy. So here they are:

 

 

1.  Emma by Jane Austen – I’ve read this so many times, and yet I’m reading it again. And I’ll read it again next year, and the year after that, and the year after that, and the year after that…

2.Henry and the Paper Route by Beverly Clearly – Okay, okay. This isn’t really my book, but I’m reading it with Max and we both are enjoying it *immensely.* If you have boys, or have been a boy, you will end up loving Henry.

3. O Pioneers! by Willa Cather – I bought this about a year ago, right after I read My Antonia. I do love the way she describes the characters in her books and how she’s not afraid to let them have flaws.

4. Abraham Lincoln by Carl Sanburg – Not for the faint of heart. This book is my attempt at continuing education, and while I’m learning *tons* I can only take it in small doses. So, with that being the case, I should finish it in the year 2025.

 

So, what are you reading? I’m always looking for new books to add to my ever growing ‘to read’ list. That’s the list that for every one book I read, I add six new ones. So, share your faves, peeps! And happy reading.

 

 

February 25, 2011. Tags: , , , , , , , , , , . All About Me, Family, House and Home. 4 comments.

Home, Sweet Mess

I have become obsessed with home decorating blogs. There. I said it. I love perusing them, ohing and awing over the creativity and resourcefullness I see. But along with the inspiration comes conflict. I’m always envious of the pictures of nice, clean, organized rooms, with everything put in it’s place. I’m envious because that’s how I wish my house was. Not that my house is dirty or anything. I *am* after all, a self confessed neat freak. So while dirt isn’t an issue, clutter is. And for one reason only.

I am a mother.

 

Sarah Dawson Photography

 

Who would have thought that these three angelic creatures would wreak havoc on the home? Don’t believe me? I have proof. I walked through my home this morning, shooting pictures of all the chaos that lay in the wake of these three and as painful as this is, I’ve decided to swallow my pride and share them with you. Here goes:

Kitchen Playmobil explosion

 

Close up of the carnage

 

Monster Truck Madness

 

Sling shot. Notice the fingerprints on the table? *Sigh*.

 

More kitchen mayhem

 

The mess even found it's way into my private sanctuary.

 

I share these pics with you in hopes that I will give some of you peace through your clutter. I have spent years trying to follow the hurricane around cleaning up the destruction left in it’s wake. But to no avail. I’ve made my peace with the clutter and now have employed a way that keeps everyone happy. Baskets. The best invention. Ever.

 

 

February 4, 2011. Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , . All About Me, Family, Hands Full Creations, House and Home. 3 comments.

Resolutions?

I think not. I’ve never been one to list goals that I know for a fact I won’t achieve. Why set myself up for failure? But I do like the idea of reflection. Reflection on the year that’s past, and a look ahead to the year that’s beginning. I like to imagine where I will be 365 days from now. So I guess I’m naming this my list of New Year’s Reflections for 2010.

1. I’m not a fan of change. Our move from Los Angeles made this reflection apparent. I’m adjusting better now, but I like things the way I like them and when that’s interrupted, I panic.

2. Parenting gets harder as you go. Whoever says otherwise isn’t doing their job. I’m just saying.

3. 30 is the new 20. And it’s *awesome*. I’m loving my 30’s waaaaay more than I enjoyed my 20’s.

4. Chocolate really does make everything better. I learned this by eating half a pan of brownies one night.

5. It’s the little things that count. Like when my husband brings me my favorite bottle of wine home from work. He doesn’t even have to ask to know that I’ve had a hard day.

6. Life’s too short not to enjoy my food. I’m tired of worrying about calories. Not that I’m giving myself license to go crazy, but I’m going to have a plate of chicken fettuccine alfredo and eat it heartily. Guilt free.

7. The dishes can wait. This one may seem lame to some of you, but for a neat freak like me, it was a revelation.

8.  The older I get, the more I realize I don’t know anything. Funny how even just 10 years ago, I considered myself pretty wise. Soooooo not so.

9. I *adore* all things pretty. Another one that may seem lame, but I have to say, it gave me freedom to realize this. I always felt like my desire to paint my house pretty colors and decorate with awesome fabrics was a frilly,uneccessary thing. Not true. It’s very necessary and I make no excuses. So there.

10. I find inspiration in the oddest places. Paint chips, a cheesy greeting card, the thread organizer on my wall. I’ve learned not to question where the inspiration comes from, but to take advantage of it.  It all makes me happy and produces a desire to make something pretty.

 

 

Here’s to many more lessons learned in 2011. Happy New Year’s, everyone!

January 13, 2011. Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . All About Me, Hands Full Creations. 7 comments.

Thanks, Jason Mraz…

Do you worry ? I do from time to time, and it annoys the daylights out of me. I’d like to think that I *never* worry or over-analyze, giving every thought the exact attention that it needs and then no more. But, if I’m brutally honest with myself, that’s not what happens. Instead, I think and think and think, jumping to every conclusion I can think of, and panicking over the fictitious situation for the rest of the day. Yeah. It sucks.

Worried Denim Guy by Anklebiter

This was what I was dealing with this last week as I drove my boys to their weekly karate lesson. I had grabbed my ipod to help with the drive, figuring the music would help occupy the guys, as well as myself. And just as my worries invaded my head yet again, The Remedy by Jason Mraz started playing through the car speakers.

The peppy music appealed to all of us, so I turned it up and started mindlessly singing along. That’s when Max asked, “Hey Mom? What does this song mean?”

Ouch. Now, I have to explain the meaning of the song to my 7 year old, while kicking myself in the pants and telling myself to listen to my own words. What did the song mean? As I was singing out, “I won’t worry my life away…”  here I was obsessing and thinking about things totally out of my control. It got me to thinking, though, and it was then that I remembered some harder hitting words.

“Be anxious for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God. And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.” Phil. 4:6-7

Don't Worry necklace by PinkBubble

My lesson for today? Chill. Relax. Enjoy today, because tomorrow has plenty of it’s own troubles. And hopefully, if somebody did turn off the sun, I’d still be able to shine. So, thank you, Jason Mraz for your catchy little song, and thank you Max, for causing me to stop and think. And thank you most of all, Lord, for carrying my burdens and helping me to be anxious for nothing.

February 7, 2010. Tags: , , , , , , , , . Uncategorized. Leave a comment.

A first time for everything

There is a first time for everything, and parents know this truth especially well. We just experienced another first in our home last week. Our first broken bone. Max, being our oldest, decided it was his responsibility to introduce his mother to the kind of stress and worry associated with broken limbs.  Here’s the story according to Max:

‘I fell right on my arm, on the ground. And the ground was very hard so, I plopped onto the ground and it hurt so bad. I was playing soccer with my teammates and I stepped on the ball. I was trying to kick it back up to the people that owned the ball. I was crying and I couldn’t get up, but some kind of mom and dad, they came and helped me up, and that’s why I’m standing right now.’

Max and his cool green cast

Max and his cool green cast

So there you have it. Straight from the source. After spending 2 days with different doctors trying to find out for sure if it was broken, Max got the right arm casted and it will remain so for 3 weeks. He’s pretty proud of it, especially now that it is covered with signatures (he calls them autographs) from his family and friends.  Oh, and there’s no soccer for 3 whole weeks. Bummer…

October 21, 2008. Tags: , , , , , , , , , . Family. 2 comments.