So on Saturday, my daughter and I went into the Museum of Fine Arts so that she could accept her Gold Key award for photography. We arrived a little early so that we would wander around the museum a bit (admission to the museum was included as part of the award). It was wonderful to have the opportunity to visit the museum, I haven't been in years and sadly my daughter has never been. I know, bad mother, although in my defense, we have been to the Museum of Science a bunch of times. Hmm, maybe that is why she wants to be a doctor instead of an artist, ha! Anyway, we visited a couple of exhibits, including one on Hollywood glamour that was pretty cool.
Then it was on to the award ceremony. It was very nicely done, they had some students of the Museum's school, past and present, serve as master of ceremonies. Then they called the students up to present their awards. Of course, they pronounced my daughter's name wrong, for such a simple name, it sure does get mispronounced a lot. Maybe if we had actually named her Holly like we joked that we would, then people would realize that it is pronounced just like the adjective! During the ceremony, I realized that my daughter was kind of out of place, most of these kids were artists through and through and she is really not, she is more of an academic sort. But as someone pointed out yesterday, how awesome is she if she can succeed at something that is outside her comfort zone?
Then we took a shuttle over to the 808 Gallery at Boston University where they were displaying the work of all the Gold Key reciepients. You know what is so cool? Seeing your child's work displayed in a gallery. Even Kate thought it was pretty amazing to see her work hanging in a gallery. She told me that she never thought that her work would be hanging in a gallery, she thought it was more likely that my work would be!! It was such a thrill to see someone you love so much succeed, especially because she works so hard all the time. She had a full plate this fall with college applications, essays, classes but she still managed to give her photography projects the care and attention that they deserved, a gold star effort that earned her a very special Gold Key!
But even then, our day wasn't over yet. We were only about a mile away from the Prudential Center and it was actually, gasp, pretty nice out so we decided to walk over there and get some lunch and do a little shopping, including a stop at Barnes and Noble. She is her mother's daughter when it comes to books so the pile of books that she purchased there just may have been the highlight of her day!! All in all, it was just a wonderful day with a wonderful kid and one that I am sure that we will always remember!! We even got a selfie!
I apologize for the dearth of posts lately, I seem to have come down with a serious case of writer’s block, although with the weather the way that it is, it may be more accurate to call it writer’s frostbite. My thoughts are frozen inside my head (along with every other part of me) and don’t want to seem to come out. But that’s why this post is appropriate because it is about the winter. Specifically my Lenten promise for this year. But before I get to that, I want to mention the sermon at our church for Ash Wednesday and how moving I thought that it was. Our pastor tied the recent atrocity of 21 Christians being executed for their faith to this season of Lent and exhorted us to proudly wear our Cross of Ashes and to do our best to always bear witness, not just during the Holy season of Lent but also beyond. Our pastor was obviously distressed by the tragedy and while hard to watch, it was extremely moving. It was also very important, it's imperative that people speak up for what they believe and make those feelings known, especially in such a public way, during these terribly uncertain times.
Anyway, I have decided as part of my Lenten promise to stop complaining about the winter. I am also giving up soda, I seriously considered wine but doing that during this horrible (oops, no complaining, record setting) winter would not be good for anyone! Just so you know giving up complaining about winter is no small feat for me, I am a champion winter complainer during a regular year, never mind this year. So instead of complaining about the fact that it took me 4 tries to get up my driveway earlier today and that we had to shovel yet again today, I am instead going to be happy about the fact that I had 4 healthy children to help out (they weren’t very happy but I was). I am also not going to complain about taking my life into my hands every time I try to pull out of my street, or any street for that matter, but instead I'll give thanks for all the wonderful people that notice the struggle and stop to let me out. I’ll refrain from lamenting about the fact that we had to snow blow a path to our backyard and rake off the roof because we have ice dams and leaks in the house but instead be grateful that we had the foresight to purchase a snow blower last year and that my 14 year old son worked all day, without complaining at all, to help his father with this task. I am going to try not to think about the dry skin on the thumb that has caused a cut (like Elf after he got the finger stick, this thing has a heartbeat!) and instead focus on the miracle cream that I found, keeping my fingers crossed that it works. I am also not going to mention the icicle that broke off and crashed into the window at 3 in the morning the other night waking us out of a sound sleep but instead relish the fact that the window emerged unscathed. I am going to ignore the snow banks that are now towering over my head and instead concentrate on the beauty of this season. Beauty that I was not only lucky enough to capture on one of our milder days last week but I am also lucky enough to be able to share with you all.
So there you have it, this Lent I am going to try my best to appreciate Mother Nature’s handiwork but, just between us, I'll also be praying that she doesn’t feel the need to repeat it any time soon.
So I mentioned the other day that of the 9 championship celebrations (8 rolling rallies, 1 traditional rally at City Hall Plaza) that have been held in Boston over the last 13 years, I have attended 5 of the them. I thought it might be kind of fun to share some pictures from those rallies on this snowy day. I know that the rest of the country is pretty sick of hearing about Boston's championship run but look at this way, our weather is more than making up for it. We have had 4 snow days the last 2 weeks, lately it feels like we have been living inside a snow globe and to top it off, the air hurts our faces. I say that reveling in our sports teams makes us feel a little better, then we deserve it. Anyway, I don't have pictures from the first championship. I wasn't sure what to expect so I did not bring my camera. I am so glad that I didn't that one was crazy crowded, fun but crazy. We were so traumatized by that first Patriots one that we did not attempt the next Patriots celebration. By 2004, the city decided to start using the duck boats and have them roll through the streets of Boston and onto the Charles River (love that Dirty Water!) but I wasn't sure what to expect as far as crowd size so I didn't bring my camera. I should have brought it though and that was the last time that I made that mistake. We didn't go to the Patriots one in 2005, with one kid in 2nd grade, one in kindergarten and two in preschool, the logistics were just a little too much. Same with the Red Sox rally in 2007. The Celtics one in 2008 is the one that I really wish that I had gone to because then I could say that I went to one for all 4 teams. But my son didn't want to go with me because he had gum day at school that day (hey things like that are very important to a second grader). When I told him that the other day, he said, "Wow, was I stupid, I could have chewed gum at the rally". I was not going to make the same mistake in 2011 when the Bruins won it so we made sure that we went. Here's some of my favorites from that one:
Then there was the Red Sox in 2013. I really wanted to go to that one because that team and championship were very special to the city. The rally did not disappoint either especially since we got to meet the crazy Red Sox fan (I know he is one of many, this particular one was in the movie "Fever Pitch") :
Then, of course, some pictures from the other day. I am beginning to get the feeling that I will never get sick of sharing these ones (hopefully you all won't get sick of me sharing them either). By the way, I showed some of the pictures to some of my classes, Gronk in his minion hat was their favorite!
Happy Saturday, everyone, have a great day!!
The natural addendum to the why I went to the parade question is the "why I care so much about a bunch of millionaire athletes that I don't even know" question. And it's a good question. Well to start off, you all know that I love the game of football. I love it for a multitude of reasons. I love it because I grew up watching it and playing it with my dad and brothers and sister. I love it because my son loves it, to play and to watch. As a matter of fact, It holds a special place in my heart because it was the only thing that got him up and out of the house in the mornings last summer, ha. I love the camaraderie and teamwork of the game, there will always be stars on any team but a team that does not work together is destined to fail.
But why do I love to root for professional sports, in particular, the Patriots? Well there is the chill that I get when I see the Boston Bruins skate the day before the Super Bowl with Patriots Do Your Job hats on (it is really nice to get a chill that is not a literal chill at this time of year!). There is the sense of community and togetherness that I feel when I watch the first round of the playoff with my friends and a bar full of strangers and everyone is ecstatic and hugging each other. And I get to be a part of this picture:
I love it that my son will call us to ask us to go to watch the AFC Championship Game at his Grampa's house and when we ask how is he planning to get there, he says that he'll ask his 17-year old sister to give him a ride. And she will, no questions asked. I love that when we pick him up, we get to watch the end of the game with my family and I get to be a part of this picture:
I love it because we go to watch the Super Bowl with most of my family. And there is such a rush of emotion all game long but especially at the very end when you realize that yes, Jermaine Kearse did make the most improbable catch since, oh, I don't know, David Tyree. Then the rush of emotion the other way when you realize that a player that nobody has ever heard of has just made an unbelievable play to win the Super Bowl (trust me, we've all heard of him now). I love it because most everyone thinks that it was a bad play call and an unbelievable play that sealed the game but I know that it was because of our rally caps and the fact that we made my niece sit in the hallway for the 4th quarter. I actually do know that these things don't really help but the fact that we do them cracks me up.
I love it because I get to steal a weekday of fun with my 14-year old son and make a solid memory in the process.
So that, my friends, is why I care. Because of the community, the camaraderie and the memories. As a matter of fact, I care so much that I may just go and visit the Lombardi trophy when it is displayed this weekend at the Patriots Hall of Fame. Not because I care that much about seeing the trophy but just to extend the fun, well for that and for the free hot chocolate. Happy Friday, everyone, have a great day and a great weekend!!
I figured that since I got so much support for my decision to go to the parade yesterday that I should let you all know if it was worth the effort. By the way, thank you all so much for your supportive words! Anyway the answer is that yes, It was 100% worth the effort. We had such a great time and we weren't even that cold (that may be have been because of the 4 layers that I wore). This is our 4th time attending a rolling rally for the 9 most recent championships in Boston, we have gone to 2 of the Red Sox, the Bruins one in 2011 and this one (we did attend the first rally for the Patriots but they hadn't come up with the rolling rally version yet so that was the traditional City Hall version) so we have our rally routine pretty well set. Consequently we had a pretty seamless day. We took the commuter rail from Stoughton to Back Bay (the train was running late but we still arrived in plenty of time) and then we walked up to stand by the corner of Boston Public Library, getting to stand near one of my favorite places was definitely a bonus. We weren't there early so we weren't right up front but we also didn't have to stand out in the cold for too long, I will take that trade-off any day. Plus we were definitely close enough to get some pictures of the trophy, Mr. Kraft, the coach and some of our favorite players, including everyone's new favorite, Malcolm Butler (well favorite here in New England, probably not so much in Seattle!)
One of the things that I love about going to these parades is seeing the players, and Pats radio color guy, Scott Zolak, filming us, the crowd.! It is so cool to think that we are a part of something that is memorable to them, part of something that they want to record, it's especially great after they have given us so such a season to remember.
It was so fun to see the signs, the shirts and the 4 fingers held up. I am sure that there would have been plenty of 4 fingers held up anyway but it was pretty sweet after all the Richard Sherman tweets!!
But the reason that it was worth it was because it will be a day that my son and I will always remember. He even took a selfie with me which is, hands down, my favorite picture of the day! As a bonus, since it is throwback Thursday, I've also included one of him on a duck boat, taken during a visit to the Patriots Hall of Fame!
Please click here if you would like to more of pictures from our Patriots parade experience.
Guess what? Shockingly, I am going to talk about the weather today. You know why? Because I am from New England and that is what we do! First off, as a New Englander, I never, ever thought that I would say in January, well it could be worse, we could be Atlanta!! And second, it is an absolutely beautiful day out there today, sunny, not a cloud in the sky, lighting that's just gorgeous and snow that still looks relatively pristine but yikes is it cold out there!!! I have had a running disagreement with my mom about days like this for years. She thinks that they are wonderful and maintains that all she needs in the winter are sunny days like this. I couldn't disagree more, I think that they are so deceptive that it borders on cruelty, it looks beautiful and warm but it precisely the opposite. To me, days like this are a figurative slap in the face (and sometimes a literal one if the wind is blowing strongly enough).
Speaking of the cold, yes I know I speak of it often (ok, incessantly), have you ever noticed that the words hot and cold also have negative and positive connotations? Hot is positive. For example, if someone is attractive, you might say "Wow, he's hot!" (not me though, I would only say that about my hot husband, ha). But cold? Not so positive. Someone that is unfeeling is cold as ice or an ice princess. I don't know about you but in words, as well as in life, I would much rather be hot than cold. Plus, they never had a Cheers episode debating the shivery-est movie ever while they did have one debating the sweatiest, just saying.
In the small world category, the mother of one of my closest friend (and my best blog reader) posted this the other day on my recent sneak peek, "I couldn't believe it when I saw this picture! I worked with Marilyn (Girl whose Anniversary it is) for 30 years at Blue Hills Regional!! What a small world!!" I love things like that, it is always so cool when we realize just how connected we are to one another without even realizing it.
In the Jolley kid anecdote category, my kids and I were talking in the car today and my daughter says, "I told my friends that I was going to start a business and hire out my boy cousins for anyone that needs a prom date." Since she does have a multitude of cousins that are both male and extremely good looking, I told her that she should go for it. Then I suggested that she could talk to the cousins and offer to split the fee. Then my other daughter says that she should charge by the hour. Horrified, I said, "No you can't do that, they aren't prostitutes." Quick as can be, she says, "No, they'd be prom-stitutes." And then she tells her sister that is what she should name her business, you know like this is something that will actually happen and we weren't just kidding around. That was one car ride that I actually enjoyed!
Last Friday night, we went to a concert at our church. It was a wonderful, entertaining and special event that made me laugh, made me dance, made me reflect and spanned several generations of attendees. But sadly, it also served to emphasize just how special our church is. I say sadly because as I wrote a couple of weeks ago, our church is facing some unwelcome changes and these next couple of months are going to be really tough. But although I could easily fill a blog post with this topic (and am sure that I will at some point in the future), that is not my focus today. Before the concert, I delivered some pictures to the mom of the incomparable Jenna. By the way, these are the pictures that Jenna and her family chose to have printed.
When I chatted after the concert with Jenna about the picture, one of the girls that was standing there said to me, "I told my mom that you are the one to go to next year." This makes me incredibly happy for two reasons: one, I really love it when it is the kids themselves that request for me to take their pictures and two, this will be my daughter's graduating class so I will probably know (and will have known for a long time) a lot of these kids. I have absolute blast with seniors that I just meet, imagine how much fun it will be when it is kids that I have known for years! Who knows, it may even be as much fun as I had with Jenna!!
I officially hit the winter wall yesterday. You know, that wall where you say, I am so all done with the winter, well at least that's what I say. Yeah that is the wall that I hit yesterday. And since it has been no higher than the in the teens for temperature lately, that wall hurt!! You know how they say that only a few things are certain in this life, like death and taxes? Well there is one other one for me, hitting that winter wall. It may not always be the same date but it's always there, every winter!! And since as my daughter said yesterday (with such concern in her voice), "Oh Mom, there is still all of February and most if not all, of March to deal with", I know that I am in for it. By the way, my daughter was right to have concern in her voice because my family is in for it too!! I never really take any pictures in the winter because I am too cold to force myself to go outside. So I become really bored and restless and I am also cold ALL the time, all of which translates into me just not being any fun to be around (contrary to what my kids may claim, I am fun to be around on occasion at different parts of the year). This is always the time of year that I question why in the world do I live here. I was asking myself this question and I happened to come upon a post that I wrote a couple of years ago. Hey if I copy myself, is that plagiarism? Or just laziness?? I'll put in quotation marks just to be safe. Anyway, I wrote the following in February 2011, "Around this time each year, I ask myself, "Why do I live here?" I HATE this time of year and I seriously wonder why I put up with it. This year, I tried to think of some reasons that I live here, beyond the obvious that all of my family and most of my friends do. Here are some of my reasons and, just like me, some are logical and some not so much:
So there you have it, there is a partial list of why I subject my family to my winter self. I gotta tell you, as I sit here freezing and bored and restless, not one of these reasons seems very compelling to me at this moment. Stay warm!!
We have another snow day today, that makes 2 off so far, yikes it is still only January. Last year, we had only one entering February (and that was a hurricane day) and ended up with 4. I don't really mind, I mean I hate getting out later at the end of the year but there is something to be said for the excitement of a snow day. Although I was off anyway today so the fact of the snow day just means more people in my house today. Oh well, it's nice to have everyone here, safe and warm. Although warm is somewhat debatable, my house is never really that warm. As a matter of fact, the dishwasher just finished and I emptied it mainly to warm me up!! It is kind of funny that we have a snow day today since one of my most memorable snow days involves a work friend and I was just talking about how special work friends are the other day. One afternoon, our bosses sent us home early because of the snow and instead of going straight home, we went out for a drink or two. It wasn't quite as irresponsible as it sounds since we used to commute together and we live in the same town so we went out close to home. But probably not quite what the bosses had in mind when they let us early, either.
One of my own favorite snow days ever was the Blizzard of '78. And it was snow days, not snow day, because it was about 3 weeks long. Is it any wonder that it's my favorite? I was 10 years old, the storm happened on a Monday, February 6th, we did not return to school until after February vacation and the Governor declared a State of Emergency so we didn't even have to make it up!! Now that is my kind of snow day(s)!! What 10 year old wouldn't love almost a month off with about 2 feet of snow? And cars weren't allowed on the roads for about a week so we had the run of the streets. I remember too that we had to walk to the grocery store with a sled to get food. It was heaven for snow loving kids! Interestingly enough though, that storm taught me more about community, working together and making the best of things than any month in school ever would have so it wasn't even a total loss educationally either.
My own kids love a snow day too. Although now that they are teenagers, it is more about the fact that they get to sleep in rather than the fact that they get to go out and play in the snow. Although they are a pretty good workforce for getting rid of the snow (once we can get them out there), I do miss the days when they would go out and play!!
Hey this is shaping up to be a random thoughts - snow edition!! One more, these snowmen pictures make me think of a book that we listened to in the library this week called Martin MacGregor's Snowman, it's a cute little story. It is about a little boy whose only desire is to build a snowman but all winter long, no snow (he comes up with some pretty inventive snowman ideas to satisfy his snowman craving) and then on the first of April, a blizzard. This is so funny to me because this actually happened one year. It was the year we moved into our house (and had our oldest child). We moved into our house in February and did not have a single snow storm until a freak April Fool's Day Blizzard. We weren't quite as excited as the boy in the story since we didn't even have a snow shovel, my husband tried to shovel us out with a garden spade (I delivered my first baby 10 days later so I was in no position to help). Luckily we have the best neighbors ever and the husband came over with his trusty snow blower and dug us out. It was funny to read the story and add my own memories in. I have to go join the snow removal task force, I hope that you all have a great day, stay safe and warm!!
This weekend was pretty cool. Without even really meaning to, I hung out with several of the friends and family groups in my life. Friday night, I spent with my work friends. Wow, I have work friends! As you can see, I am pretty excited to have work friends. I know that seems like a silly thing to be excited about but I haven't had work friends in about 15 years. I stayed home with my kids for 10 years and then I was a substitute teacher for another 5 so no real work friends for a long time. Imagine how disappointed I was last year when I finally had a job again and we never really went out. I was joking with some of them the other night and told them it's a good thing that we started going out on occasion because I almost quit at the end of last year since the only reason that I even got a job was to go out after work. Well semi-joking anyway.
Then on Saturday, we met with this group of friends for a fun-filled night down the Cape. We brought the kids and had a blast hanging by the pool, playing games and chatting. It was so nice to have an opportunity to spend some time with them because it seems like we are all so busy these days that we don't have as much time together as we would like and I miss that and them. We had a lot of laughs, as always, and it served as a nice mid-winter recharge. We also took the time to wish these 2 guys a happy birthday. They are both such special guys, it is just perfect that they share a birthday and I am so glad that I got to share part of it with them!
Then yesterday, I watched the Patriots game with some of my family. Funny story, my son and my dad have a rather checkered past as far as watching the games together (put it this way, they watched the last 2 Patriots Super Bowls together). Well anyway when I asked my son if he wanted to come to Grampa's house to watch the game with me, he immediately said yes but then thought about it for a moment and said, "If the Pats are getting blown out, will you drive me home? You know, because of the luck." Of course, I said yes immediately because we all know how important the luck is. But then he was having such a good time hanging with his cousin and uncle and of course, Grampa, that he didn't want to go and I didn't make him. Because having fun and enjoying family outweighs the luck, right?? Maybe?? Although we did try bringing in our own Ramsey for the second half (my brother-in-law, Eric is just like this guy) but it didn't really help :(
The only thing that was missing from the weekend was hanging with my college friends, had I done that, I would have had pretty much all my groups covered. I think I need to work on that!!
Today was the last day of vacation for me. Well last Thursday was supposed to be my last day of vacation but then we had a snow day on Friday so no work for me. And even better for me, the kids had school on Thursday (one of the few communities around) so it was a bonus kid free day for me. So anyway today was it, the last day. And what a perfect last day it was!! I started the day by going to church with my youngest, then she and I went sledding with a bunch of our friends, then it was home to watch some football, take a nap, watch more football and finally breakfast for dinner. And not only did we have breakfast for dinner but it was prepared entirely by my youngest daughter as a thank you for taking her sledding. Not only delicious but so sweet!! And it was a perfect day for sledding, not too cold at all. So much so that we ended up sledding for 2 hours. Considering that Friday and Saturday were positively frigid (I don't think that either day even made it to double digits), 30 degrees today could be considered almost tropical, ok, that's an exaggeration but they were at least tolerable anyway. Here are some of my favorites from our sledding outing. Enjoy what's left of the weekend, wish me luck for a smooth return to reality tomorrow!
I am sure that you will hear me complain about the football season at some point. Actually scratch that, you have already heard me complain about the football season. So that said, what I am going to say may sound a little strange or even hypocritical but man, do I love football. It is far and away my favorite sport. It is my favorite to watch my son play, to play myself (I can throw a pretty decent spiral). I love it at all levels - high school, college, professional. I know that it is violent and that there is a lot wrong with it but there is a lot right too. A well played football game plays out much like a chess match and a well put together team can teach a player much about the importance of teamwork. I know that the violence of the sport is a hot button topic du jour but actually I think that is great because that means that there are a lot of people working to make the sport safer. Often times when something seems the most dangerous is often when it is the safest. What I mean by that is that football today is probably safer than it was back when my husband played as a kid because there is better equipment and more awareness about what could go wrong. Even though this awareness is sometimes what makes us feel less safe. A perfect example of this is a couple of years ago when there was a news story about how lemons for use in drinks were horribly germ ridden. My dad immediately stopped getting a lemon in his drink. My take on it was a little different, I decided that now lemons in drinks were probably one of the safest choices that I could make.
Anyway, my son had a scrimmage tonight and it was great to have an almost game to watch (and to take pictures of). Like I said, I am sure that I will probably be complaining about something football related in the not too distant future so please feel free to remind me of all this when I do.
This video wasn't around when Friday Night Videos was on but really it is the only video for this post. Happy Friday, everyone!!
Just like the home run in this picture, the baseball season is now gone. As in over, and I have to admit that none of the Jolleys are too sad that it's over. My son isn't because it was a tough season for him, his team didn't win a game the entire month of May. As a matter of fact, this picture kind of sums up my son's season perfectly, right down to the mismatched socks. Me, I'm happy because we'll get at least a couple of nights a week back to have dinner together as a family. Now we just need softball to end and we'll be back to some semblance of normal around here.
Anyway during the game, I was absolutely thrilled to see the coach of the other team discipline one of his players purely for sportsmanship reasons. He had a player that slammed his bat on the plate after a strikeout. He quietly told him not to do that again so when it happened again, he promptly benched the kid for the next inning while making it perfectly clear that it had nothing to do with the player striking out. We have had this coach before (he's actually one of our neighbors) and I have always been really happy with his emphasis on teamwork and sportsmanship. In fact, he always seems to strike the perfect balance of competitive fire and sportsmanship, his teams want to win but only if they can do it the right way. Actually his own kids are some of the best sports that I have encountered in my years of watching sports (their mom deserves a lot of credit for this too). They are always quick with a smile, a hand up or a "good game".
It also made me realize (again!) that I'm so lucky that my husband and I are the same page about these types of things. On the ride home, we didn't spend any time lamenting the blowout loss or the fact that the season was over. Instead we spent the time talking about how impressed we were with that particular sequence of events.
As much complaining as we do as a society about teenagers (and believe me with 2 in the house and a 3rd on the cusp, I know it's justified), I also think that it is very important to recognize it when we see great things from them. I have seen teenagers keep their composure and dignity in situations where adults were hard pressed to do so. I have watched a lot of teenage umpires this season at the baseball field and never, not even once, did I see any of one them act as any thing other than a respectful dignitary for the league and the sport.
I also want to give kudos to my daughter, she is having quite the altruistic weekend for herself. Yesterday, she cut off 10 inches of hair for Locks of Love. This is the second time in her life that she has done so, the first was with her cousin when they were in 2nd grade. You know, I always thought it was Locks for Love (apparently this newspaper did too) but it is actually Locks of Love, who knew? Anyway she looks just as cute now with her haircut as she did then although I think that she has all her teeth these days.
Then this morning, she had to leave the sleepover of her best friend in order to help out with a Cradles to Crayon drive that is part of our church's upcoming mission drive. I never heard one word of complaint about leaving the sleepover or getting up early. In all fairness, I wasn't there this morning, there may have been lots of complaints this morning but I think probably not since she was pretty excited to help. I also have to give props to all the other teenagers around town that are part of the upcoming mission and that also willingly gave up a Saturday morning to help out. And a whole week in June for that matter.
I finally had some free time yesterday to do some sorting of my pictures from my baseball and softball season. You know, in between tackling the never ending mountain of laundry that exists in my house (why do we use such pleasant comparisons for laundry? Are we trying to make it seem fun by calling it a mountain or a sea? Well, I gotta say, it ain't working) and taking a 1 hour nap in my favorite spot, my hammock. One benefit of being a partial insomniac is that I really don't feel a lot of guilt about taking a nap on the weekend. Anyway, I finally got to put my pictures from this season on my website. I'm going to give links below but to get to them, click photography and then sports photography, then softball and baseball. A couple of observations, my older daughter's team has far too many of my friend's children on it and I need to stop chatting with them and start taking some pictures. As a matter of fact when my daughter learned which girls were on her team, she told me, "You'll be happy, Mom, all your little friends are on the team." So next game, I am not even going to stand on the same side as them. So girls, just so you know, I am not trying to be rude. It's like that old saying from our parents, "This will hurt me a lot more than it will hurt you." Another thing, last year I organized all my pictures on my website by game but unfortunately this year, I am not that organized (or nice or stupid?) so I have just put them on there altogether. Click here for baseball and here for softball. Enjoy!