Now this is scary!!!

Isn't he sooo scary??? I know not really.  I've had so many things that I wanted to blog about but I just can't decide anyhoo....  I asked Shaw what I should blog about and he said - blog about blogging... boring.... I have to say that I have several super funny stories in my head but I question whether or not I should tell them.  (You know my boss reads my blog... I'm just saying...)  

Did you know that I used to want to be a Dallas Cowboy cheerleader?  I did.  Those white zip up boots were the bomb!! In elementary school a lot of the girls wanted to be cheerleaders and marry Dallas Cowboy football players but here was my problem.  I was so embarrassed to admit to the other cheerleader wanna-be's that nobody watched football in my house.  I had no idea about anything remotely attached to a football game but I did know about the cheerleaders!  So I read the sports section of the Amarillo Sunday paper looking for a famous Dallas Cowboy to marry.  Well there wasn't a whole lot of pictures of famous footballers so the article that I read was all about Tony Dorsett.  Do you know who Tony Dorsett is? Well, he was this awesome running back from back in the day.   Well I promptly went back to school and told all the girls that I was going to grow up and marry Tony Dorsett.  (keep in mind this was 78, 79...)  They did kind of look at me crazy but I just thought it was because they didn't believe that I would actually marry him.  So I faithfully started reading the sports page to keep track of my man.  Then one day it happened - there was a picture of him.  He's black.  Did you know that?  Not me.  Not that's there's anything wrong with that but not a whole lot of interracial dating going on at St. Joseph's Catholic school.  So what's the moral of my story?  It's this.  If you want to be a trashy, big haired, white boot wearing hussy prancing on the sideline of a professional sporting event - Do It!! but don't do it to fit in because sometimes one lie leads to another and then another.  And everyone knows - I'm a bad, bad, bad liar!!! Have a great weekend!!!

What a weekend....

We had a great weekend.  This weekend we watched Scout run a cross country race in Seymour Texas.  He shaved a minute off his time so I can totally tell that his hard work is really paying off.  Sometimes you can say hard work will pay off but sometimes you can't.  I know that there are kids who have a ton of talent  but are too lazy to go to practice and they still are rewarded with accolades and praise.  Boy does that hack me off.  I know that Scout has worked hard and that should be my main concern but when there are kids who get more recognition than athletes like Scout who go to every extra practice and stay late and get there early then it just makes me want to fire off a hate filled e-mail to the Athletic Director to make it right.  Make it fair.  But alas, Scout and Brandon have me on hate-filled email restriction so I'll just gripe a little and then get over it like I always do.  I know that there are so many more important things than who's the coaches favorite and who's riding the bench.  How do I know this?  Well because I sat with Sager and listened to him talk about trying to get someone to help him fight off a bully (to no avail) and I watched him root for Scout, screaming at him to hurry, run fast, COME ON BUBBA!!! 

I know this because I watched Scout run three miles in the heat,  by himself because he has no other teammates to encourage him and then when we got home, he got up the next morning and went to work.  No lounging in his pj's playing video games! 

I know because I watched Shaw ask his Daddy this morning if he could mow the lawn.  He told him - I know I can do it.  I also watched Shaw play with Sager at the parking lot across the street and when they came back, Shaw made sure Sager looked both ways before crossing the street.  How sweet is that?

 I also have thought of Leah Helm and her family in the fight for her husband's life and the enormity of how things can change in an instant.  In the blink of an eye.  Snap your fingers and it's gone.  How can that be?  It just is.  Boy.... that's what's important not that other stuff.  I'm going to lie in the bed in the fetal position... maybe Sager will bring me a snack.... honey... bring momma a cookie.....

Boy oh boy....

Boy oh boy... what a week - what am I saying, what a couple of weeks!!!  School has started and we have just finished the first two weeks.  I love the schedule of school but we have started a new curriculum, CSCOPE, and it's killing me!!! This is my third year and I absolutely love, love, love my job (although I did have a small melt down Monday and a small amount of wailing and gnashing of teeth was involved but I stayed in my room so nobody saw the hideousness!!!!) but this year we've started the year out with some craziness.  At our Jr. high, literally to me, I feel like we're one big family.  Of course I would be the black sheep with my humor and love of interpretive dance! but I digress.... One of the sweetest teachers who teaches math, who taught my Ninja, her husband contracted the flesh eating bacteria and was air-flighted to Amarillo. He is a strong man with a ruddy west texas complexion, who farms and loves every minute of it.   It was a shock.  A total shock.  She is the personification of quiet strength.  At the end of the year last year when I was going on and on about how Scout let me down by making a B, she sent me the sweetest e-mail - from one momma to another and in it she said basically that there are more important things than making a B.  Those words have echoed in my ears.  Her family is in my constant prayers and in my thoughts.  She is carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders and yet there she is with quiet strength.  She has two daughters and a son and to me she is the best role model for love, strength, devotion, and courage.  If you're reading this.... take a few moments to contemplate what you would do if your life changed in an instance.  Would you be a role model or would you fold?  Take a moment to count your blessings.  I know I have.  Right now as I type, I'm watching TV with Shawlee Tamalee.  Last night I sat with Scout, who by the way, placed 5th in his first cross country race (out of 117 runners) (not too shabby!)we both had our laptops out, watching TV and just catching up.  How lucky I am to be blessed with such wonderful boys...