I wan going to come on today and write about Chipper Jones and his awesome performance over the past few days, back from injury, his birthday on Friday. I mean, 2 homers yesterday, that's awesome. I wish I had watched the game instead of cleaning and working. But, that's life and today is another day. More work....more cleaning.
Anyway, I was going to mention Chipper and his awesomeness and I realized that Chipper's awesomeness can be seen by all but sometimes I'm the only one who truly recognizes the awesomeness of my babies.
Yesterday Allison had a competition in Chatanooga. I truly feel bad that I missed it. Especially knowing now that they received superior ratings. That's proof positive that they performed beautifully, as always. She's getting excellent grades and doing well in school. Something to be proud of. Then there is Graham, he went 3 for 3 at his game, something else I missed. he's now batting .790. Woo Hoo! Julianna, she didn't do anything yesterday per se that was amazing other than just being herself but she's currently got straight A's. Good job Julianna. Maggie Loo, I'm getting excited about homeschooling her. I think it's going to be a successful year for her next year. (Maybe not for me but for her). They are all such good children. I've been completely bessed. They all have their moments but lets face it...compared to others that I've seen, you have to admit they are excellent kids. I just hope I'm nto completely wrong and behind my back they are staging a coup and are planning on blowing up the house.
Today also marks Brook and I's first reunion date. April 26, 1996. 13 years ago today. WOW. We've known each other for 24 years now. Gosh I'm getting old.
School is almost out, Summer is almost here and one awesome, awesome thing...
I got a job for 3 weeks with a company called Pearson. I will be scoring standardized tests but the pay is AMAZING. I'll work as much as I can (if they'll let me) from Mon-Sat and then on Sunday I'll ChaCha a bit (maybe), probably to keep it active. The pay is like 3 times what I normally make so I'm thrilled. Training starts this week, two days, which I get paid for, then the next week the job starts. I can work when I want between the hours of 7am to 11PM. But again, if they'll let me work tons of hours I'm gonna work all I can. It will get up caught up, I can hopefully get Allison's car fixed and also put a little cash back.
So for a change this morning I woke up happy. I can't believe it since I did work til 4am last night. But I'm happy that I was able to work last night, I'm happy I have amazing children and I'm just happy.
Life is good!
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Jason Castro
Ok...so I learned today that Jason Castro got signed with Atlantic Records. I'm so excited because if you check out youtube he's already written some pretty amazing songs, my favorites so far are "A Song ABout Stars" <-------you can find it in the music player) and Sweet Medicine. He's just so cool.
I can not wait to get his first album. Goes to show you don't have to win AI to go on to greatness. With that said......Good luck Miss Megan, I'll be looking for an album from you soon too :-)
Thursday, April 16, 2009
I miss my daddy!!!!
Oh I'll twine with my mingles and raven black hair
With the roses so red and the lilies so fair
And the mirtles so bright with the emerald dew
The pale and the leader and eyes look like blue
I will dance I will sing and my laugh shall be gay
I will charm every heart in each crown I will sway
When I woke from my dreaming my idols were clay
All portion of love had all blown away
Oh he taught me to love him and promised to love
And to cherish me over all others above
How my heart is now wondering no misery can tell
He's left me no warning no words of farewell
Oh he taught me to love him and call me his flower
That was blooming to cheer him through life's dreary hour
How i long to see him and regret the dark hour
He's gone and neglected his pale wildwood flower
With the roses so red and the lilies so fair
And the mirtles so bright with the emerald dew
The pale and the leader and eyes look like blue
I will dance I will sing and my laugh shall be gay
I will charm every heart in each crown I will sway
When I woke from my dreaming my idols were clay
All portion of love had all blown away
Oh he taught me to love him and promised to love
And to cherish me over all others above
How my heart is now wondering no misery can tell
He's left me no warning no words of farewell
Oh he taught me to love him and call me his flower
That was blooming to cheer him through life's dreary hour
How i long to see him and regret the dark hour
He's gone and neglected his pale wildwood flower
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
I didn't post about it because quite frankly the more I dwelled on it the worse I felt. I know it's something that I must meet head on but I didn't feel like meeting it at all. Didn't want to think about it. Didn't want it to cross my mind and this morning, something reminded me. Something forced me to deal with the pain. I sit here in tears now but they aren't sad tears. Today, they are good tears.
Last Saturday was 14 years. 14 years that God took my sweet daddy from me. My comforter, the one man that I felt I could always count on being there. One morning I woke and he had disappeared. He was no longer there for my own protection. He was no longer there to talk to, to give advice. He was no longer there to give me strength and to just BE. The walks through the woods, helping in the garden. Oh how he could grow things. Cancer took him from me. That ugly disease. He took my strong daddy and made him a weak man.
Today I woke and realized I should be happy. Not happy that he is gone but happy that I have all of those fantastic memories of him. He had such a great sense of humor and was such an honorable man. I was truly blessed to know him. Not just as my daddy but as a man. Family oriented and he loved me. Loved me quite possibly more than anyine ever has or ever will. I felt that unconditional, unceasing love.
We shared so much together. I am truly my father's daughter. I take with me pieces of him daily. My staunch Republican ideals and values that he instilled in me long ago. The love for anything that grows (though I'm sure I'll never grow anything like he did). Love for my quiet time. Love for music. Love for the State of Georgia and her red dirt and hilly roads. The smell of rain and the sound of a good storm. The love for the Atlanta Braves and the frustration at their failures. Gosh he loved Chipper. Thought he was amazing.....the next Hank Aaron.....the next Roger Marris. He was right.....as always.
I have to admit, when Brook came home from 10th inning after talking to Al and telling me that Chipper may be considering another team, I was so upset. Almost in tears. NO, NO, NO. He could NOT do that. Chipper will NOT leave Atlanta. He belongs to ME. He belongs to my dad. He's is OUR legacy. He is the last link we have. He can't leave me.
In all fairness here. OK yeah, I've met Chipper but he doesn't know me. I have no claim on him. He wouldn't know me if I walked up to him now. But still....my daddy loved him. That makes me love him. That makes him mine. I prayed, I cried.
Even now it sounds so silly. That's when I realized. Chipper is just Chipper. He won't play forever. 4 more years at most. The Braves are just the Braves (they tore down Atlanta Fulton county stadium). But my daddy......he will always be my daddy. No matter who retires, no matter who wins the pennant. I always have those sweet memories. I will have honey buns in the Summer time and playing cards at night. We never missed an opening day. That will stay with me until I see him again.
He's there, waiting on the other side. Braves hat on his head, fussing about that man in office and debating stats on who's the greatest ball player, with St Peter.
God knew how important it was to me though, he heard my prayers and Chipper is Atlanta's for the rest of his career. While I'm extremely happy. It doesn't change the fact that my daddy is gone. He won't go to the games with me. We won't heckle the umpires and make fun of the other team. I'll do that alone.
Yes, I am my father's daughter in every sense of the word.......and today.......tomatoes are just tomatoes.
Last Saturday was 14 years. 14 years that God took my sweet daddy from me. My comforter, the one man that I felt I could always count on being there. One morning I woke and he had disappeared. He was no longer there for my own protection. He was no longer there to talk to, to give advice. He was no longer there to give me strength and to just BE. The walks through the woods, helping in the garden. Oh how he could grow things. Cancer took him from me. That ugly disease. He took my strong daddy and made him a weak man.
Today I woke and realized I should be happy. Not happy that he is gone but happy that I have all of those fantastic memories of him. He had such a great sense of humor and was such an honorable man. I was truly blessed to know him. Not just as my daddy but as a man. Family oriented and he loved me. Loved me quite possibly more than anyine ever has or ever will. I felt that unconditional, unceasing love.
We shared so much together. I am truly my father's daughter. I take with me pieces of him daily. My staunch Republican ideals and values that he instilled in me long ago. The love for anything that grows (though I'm sure I'll never grow anything like he did). Love for my quiet time. Love for music. Love for the State of Georgia and her red dirt and hilly roads. The smell of rain and the sound of a good storm. The love for the Atlanta Braves and the frustration at their failures. Gosh he loved Chipper. Thought he was amazing.....the next Hank Aaron.....the next Roger Marris. He was right.....as always.
I have to admit, when Brook came home from 10th inning after talking to Al and telling me that Chipper may be considering another team, I was so upset. Almost in tears. NO, NO, NO. He could NOT do that. Chipper will NOT leave Atlanta. He belongs to ME. He belongs to my dad. He's is OUR legacy. He is the last link we have. He can't leave me.
In all fairness here. OK yeah, I've met Chipper but he doesn't know me. I have no claim on him. He wouldn't know me if I walked up to him now. But still....my daddy loved him. That makes me love him. That makes him mine. I prayed, I cried.
Even now it sounds so silly. That's when I realized. Chipper is just Chipper. He won't play forever. 4 more years at most. The Braves are just the Braves (they tore down Atlanta Fulton county stadium). But my daddy......he will always be my daddy. No matter who retires, no matter who wins the pennant. I always have those sweet memories. I will have honey buns in the Summer time and playing cards at night. We never missed an opening day. That will stay with me until I see him again.
He's there, waiting on the other side. Braves hat on his head, fussing about that man in office and debating stats on who's the greatest ball player, with St Peter.
God knew how important it was to me though, he heard my prayers and Chipper is Atlanta's for the rest of his career. While I'm extremely happy. It doesn't change the fact that my daddy is gone. He won't go to the games with me. We won't heckle the umpires and make fun of the other team. I'll do that alone.
Yes, I am my father's daughter in every sense of the word.......and today.......tomatoes are just tomatoes.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Ok so I'm a journalist
I sat here this morning pondering this thought. I'm going to get my Master's in Journalism.
I've never thought myself a writer. I've written many, many papers and articles and just plain thoughts. I never thought I could write. Or should I even go one step furthur and say that I always wanted to write but didn't really know HOW or WHAT to write about.
Life takes us in such weird directions. I started out back in school to be an attorney and along my journey somewhere I knew that wasn't the perfect fit for me. I can't see myself confined to an office, a courtroom, other peoples problems, day in and day out.
I can see myself writing about things that crop up. I can flash foward to my children out of school and me moving to a nice secluded beachy area and spending my days on a lounge chair..........writing.
Everything seems to inspire me. Watching my smallest come into her own and watching my oldest turn into a strong beautiful young woman. Seeing my son become a man and watching my Julianna become more passionate about life everyday.
Dogs lying at my feet while I type this and even the little mouse that found it's way through the hole in our Florida room door. He thought he could set up housekeeping in our home, safe from the rain but he was greeted by a curious cat and 2 welcoming Boxer's. He packed up and decided to leave. He had a brief stay. (Of that I'm thankful). But even the wee mousy is an inspiring thought. Even he had a planned path and changed directions.
Point......I'm getting to it......which I never seem to do. Maybe the rambling is what makes me a writer. So many thoughts fill my head at any given time. It would literally take several people to get it all down.
Again.....point.......after going back to school, getting my Bachelor's, my MBA and now my MA in Journalism, I'm happier now about my path than I ever have. I'm certain I'm on the right trail.
I've written and had published two Sports articles thus far and I'm on my way. One day, maybe one day I'll actually make money from my analogies. Maybe one day I'll ge tto write for someone other than myself. For now, I'll be content in that. For now I'll be happy that God did lead me this way for a reason. He has brought me here and he will show me what to do next. I'm ready.
I need that next door opened. I'm waiting...............
I've never thought myself a writer. I've written many, many papers and articles and just plain thoughts. I never thought I could write. Or should I even go one step furthur and say that I always wanted to write but didn't really know HOW or WHAT to write about.
Life takes us in such weird directions. I started out back in school to be an attorney and along my journey somewhere I knew that wasn't the perfect fit for me. I can't see myself confined to an office, a courtroom, other peoples problems, day in and day out.
I can see myself writing about things that crop up. I can flash foward to my children out of school and me moving to a nice secluded beachy area and spending my days on a lounge chair..........writing.
Everything seems to inspire me. Watching my smallest come into her own and watching my oldest turn into a strong beautiful young woman. Seeing my son become a man and watching my Julianna become more passionate about life everyday.
Dogs lying at my feet while I type this and even the little mouse that found it's way through the hole in our Florida room door. He thought he could set up housekeeping in our home, safe from the rain but he was greeted by a curious cat and 2 welcoming Boxer's. He packed up and decided to leave. He had a brief stay. (Of that I'm thankful). But even the wee mousy is an inspiring thought. Even he had a planned path and changed directions.
Point......I'm getting to it......which I never seem to do. Maybe the rambling is what makes me a writer. So many thoughts fill my head at any given time. It would literally take several people to get it all down.
Again.....point.......after going back to school, getting my Bachelor's, my MBA and now my MA in Journalism, I'm happier now about my path than I ever have. I'm certain I'm on the right trail.
I've written and had published two Sports articles thus far and I'm on my way. One day, maybe one day I'll actually make money from my analogies. Maybe one day I'll ge tto write for someone other than myself. For now, I'll be content in that. For now I'll be happy that God did lead me this way for a reason. He has brought me here and he will show me what to do next. I'm ready.
I need that next door opened. I'm waiting...............
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