Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Yesterday and Today

How to commit the perfect yoga faux pas...were silky undergarments with slippery leggings and those bottoms slide right down...Fortunately, I had a sweat jacket I could tie around my waist to prevent me from looking like a hoodlum with my pants below my bottom and my underwear hanging out for all the world to see. From now on, only cotton items should be worn while taking yoga. Lesson learned.

Today, big fluffy flakes are falling from the sky giving the world a peaceful ambiance. Unfortunately, there isn't supposed to be a lot of accumulation so off to school the kids go. Phew. (Yesterday, M was picking a fight with H and my crazy mom emerged. I decided to list M on eBay and return to my serene self...not really...but I did think about it.)


Monday, February 8, 2016

My Fast

Our church has 21 Days of Prayer and Fasting each new year. Last year, I gave up Social Media...basically, the chicken's way out of doing a real fast.

This year, I had this uncontrollable urge to do something I shouldn't do so I thought I better go all in. I did. I committed myself to 21 Days of Praying and Fasting. I chose the Daniel fast. (Daniel 10:3, I think...I would have to look it up) No meat, no bread, no sweets, no wine. If you know me, you know I don't drink a lot of wine (read previous post for what a cheap date I am). I decided to give up my Mighty Leaf Organic Breakfast tea for the wine. This is huge people. If you know me at all, you know I like my breakfast tea. (However, I only discovered I like Jasmine tea almost as much as breakfast tea and hot water with lemon is an okay substitute...Fast fail.)

What I discovered is this...a fast isn't so bad...as long as you are home but go on the road, it is impossible...well, not impossible but I will confess to becoming a wee bit grouchy. (It is entirely possible that a child of mine told me to drink my tea and forgo the fast.)

I also discovered I did not have the huge breakthrough in conquering my urge. It is just as strong as ever, if not stronger..and the fast is over. I keep thinking of Paul's verse about wanting to do the right thing but not doing the right thing.

Next step in conquering the urge was snapping a rubber band on my wrist. All this accomplished was giving me a very bruised wrist.

I surrender. I cannot conquer this urge because I don't really want to...and that is what I learned about myself while fasting.

Sunday, February 7, 2016

Sunday Funday

Sunday Funday lived up to its name... Sort of...M won his game, H cheered for the Special Olympics (Okay, she stinks as a cheerleader, she was on her phone when I went to get her picture) M excelled in his helping at the Special Olympics. Lauren rocked her baptism and brought her own Fan Club. I had a sick stomach all day but I hung in there, immediately switching to pajamas and a horizontal position with a book when I walked into my hermitage.

Posting pictures/video...my bed is calling my name and my stomach, eh...not so great...

I will share that I have now scratched 3 things off my "Bucket List." I learned how to do the scoresheet, work the penalty box, and last night I took on the clock. I don't like the clock...electronic devices and me go together like oil and water. My tutor was a bit late (she was across the street drinking beer...and didn't invite me...I guess the word is out I don't drink beer and two sips of wine is equivalent to three bottles of wine for someone else. I am a very cheap date. The other parent who is a clock master was not there...sigh. I could have used his help.

When my fearless leader was AWOL, one of the other parents tried to help me. To my relief, he was as clueless on how to enter the team names and such as I was. And in  my defense, I did go to YouTube on Friday to figure out clock details and score keeping...all I have to say is there is a lot of different types of clocks out there and Vermont has a screwy system for score keeping that involves math. No thanks, I'll just write the time of the penalty from the clock and skip the graph and subtraction.

The one video that fairly resembled our clock had no sound and was really dark. (Here I have to confess I thought I wasn't using YouTube correctly...then I read the nasty comments and realized it was not a blonde operator user error, it was a really bad video that should be removed.) Back to Laurel and Hardy and the clock set-up, He read the complex instructions, I pushed buttons. I have no idea how we did it but I did get the scoreboard set up correctly. After that, my tutorial was fairly uneventful until the last few minutes when the opposing team scored a goal with an empty net and I made the mistake of looking over to see how to enter it on the scoresheet...the puck was dropped and I didn't start the clock fast enough for the Atlanta parent working their penalty box. As if we were going to score 4 goals in those 2 1/2 seconds (he insisted it was 20 seconds but considering the puck only moved about 2 feet, I took umbrage with his accusation). And due to the...gosh, I can't think of a sufficient word to describe the Atlanta parent...let's just call him the, oh never mind, he isn't worth naming. And the Clock Guru Parent...I miss him...a lot.

Suffice it to say, my order of preference for helping is 1. Sin Bin 2. Scoresheet and 3. the clock and the clock only if every other parent is missing from the Rink due to a Zombie Apocalypse.

I think I need to dream bigger for my "Bucket List" in the future.

Sweet Dreams, my bed is calling my name...loudly.




You call this cheerleading??? Hang up the phones!










Warming up...the videos all loaded out of order...and I'm going to bed so I refuse to fix this...




 Yes, I steal peoples' posts with a screenshot...they write much nicer things than I do






I will admit the baptism was the highlight of my weekend. Two years ago, I tried bribing Roo with a free lunch to get her to come to church with us...her brother and sister were relentless. Roo even said "The Mormons have nothing on those two" after one of their pesterings...look at her now! My heart is full. I believe I mentioned the bucket list...my real life dream is a row at church filled with my children, their spouses, and their children and Sunday dinner together...a simple dream, I know. It is my idea of a Sunday Funday though...

Saturday, February 6, 2016

This weekend in Pictures...So far...

Dream Team Party....Love my Church
They feed us and they make us laugh...
a lot.



Watch the video...it's hysterical


I love this picture except 3 of 4 have horrible red eyes...I tried editing, no luck. Black and white is my best shot at making this a decent picture. I need better photo editing software.









So we aren't winning any games...but we are having fun.


Friday, February 5, 2016

Up This Weekend

It's Friday and here is what we have on the schedule for the weekend...

Tonight:

- Stick & Puck for H&M (with a lesson for M with Coach Martin)
- Dream Team Party at the Westin (a thank you party thrown by our church for all who serve and since all 5 of us serve, we are a Partying Family ready for some Jambalaya


Tomorrow:

- Saturday Morning Prayer
- Hannah will TA
- Haircut for Hannah
- Two hockey games for Matthew


Sunday

- Sunday Morning Hockey Game for Matthew
- Hannah is a cheerleader for the Special Olympics
- Matthew is helping a skater in the Special Olympics by skating with him
- Our church is celebrating 15 years
- Roo is getting baptized.
- I think we are done

I'll try and post some pictures as the weekend progresses. In the meantime, y'all have fun!

My Heart is Full

Y'all are invited to a very special event on February 7, 2016

Who: Lauren
Where: Church of the Highlands
             Columbia High School
What:  Baptism
When:  2:00 p.m.
             February 7, 2016

My heart is full.

People will fail you, but God will never fail you. Lauren has found a relationship with God. We are celebrating!

Chocolate Pudding


I found this in my blog drafts...not sure if I ever posted this or not...but this is Hannah.


I do believe this is one of those pictures that surpasses a thousand words.

Followers