Monthly Archives: March 2009

New * Yawk * Citeee

I’m going to the Big Apple later this week with my daughter.  She is so excited.  And so am I.  I have been before, but I think I am excited because my daughter is so happy that I am going too.  Her school choir is going to sing at the Cathedral of St. John The Divine – that’s the main reason for the trip.  We are also going to squeeze in two broadway shows, Mary Poppins and the Phantom of the Opera, (window) shop on 5th Ave., tour Radio City Music Hall, and visit the Top of the Rock. 

The first time I visited NYC was about 20 years ago with my parents and sisters.  We saw Cats.  And we got to peruse the fake Rolex’s and see Central Park and the Rockettes.  It will be neat to see how my daughter likes it.  She’s been around the world, so seeing new places is fun to her but nothing new.  I had hardly been out of the South at age 14, so I marvel at all the world has to offer with each new place we go.  It’s amazing how much different the world looks as an adult as compared to when I was younger.  I wonder what my children’s perspectives of the world will be when they are adults. 

Well, I have some packing to do.  Look out NYC – here we come (just a little warning :)).



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Kill Them With Kindness?

Boy, that “Be kind…” quote is starting to haunt me.  I strive to be a better person each day, but it may just kill me.  Can you really kill someone with kindness?  Or be killed by your own kindness?  A couple of days ago someone sent me an unkind e-mail, in my opinion.  I’m not sure if the person knows how much they hurt me because I have not told them yet.  The first time I read the e-mail, I was mad, then sad, and then I cried.  Then I went back and reread the e-mail to see if I was over-reacting.  I started to write a reply back, first with angry, sarcastic words.  Then I changed it to show them that I was just hurt by their words.  But I still haven’t responded yet.  I thought that I should sleep on it over the weekend and think about it.

I constantly strive to be a good example for my kids.  My anger has gotten the best of me a couple of times in the past, but sometimes I think that if something is wrong, then maybe it is worth my anger.  I know I can’t fix every wrong, but shouldn’t we tell people when they’ve over-stepped the boundries of the unwritten rules in life?  I usually tell my kids to turn away from a hurtful person; don’t listen, don’t respond, just go somewhere else.  But does that apply to every situation in life? Should we always turn around and walk away? or should we stay there and tell them that they’ve hurt us? or should we turn the other cheek and just kill them with kindness?

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Weather, Softball, and Plato

I know my family is probably tired of me complaining about the weather.  Well, if it would just be spring like it is supposed to be … I’m just saying.  Last night, my husband and I took our daughter to a softball scrimmage.  We also took a stack of blankets, our snow jackets, hats, and gloves.  I almost went searching for my long underwear before we left; thank goodness I had the blankets.

Speaking of softball coaches, thank goodness (again) that we don’t have the other team’s coach.  So, it was a scrimmage = preason practice game.  The coaches decided to act as umpires when their team was out in the field.  When it was the other team’s coach’s turn, he called out the count (balls and strikes) incorrectly for one of our batters.  It was 4 (balls) and 2 (strikes), so our batter was supposed to go to first base.  But the coach called out 3 and 2, and people started calling out (nicely) that it was actually 4 balls.  He immediately bellowed to the sidelines something like, “Parents, since you are not umpiring and I am the coach, you need to shut up.”  Oooooooooooooooooooh, he did not!  Yes, unfortunately, he did.  I (and every other parent there) was shocked.  A man who just cannot admit he made a mistake and say something like, “Sorry, I lost count,” is coaching friends of my 14 year-old daughter.

I bit my tongue when my daughter got in the car after the game.  I wanted so badly to see what she thought of the other coach and if there was any reaction from the other girls.  I talk with her about just about everything, and sometimes I realize I need to stop and let her be a teenager.  It’s so hard because we really like to hang out and do so much together.  But I didn’t say a word about the rude coach because I am really trying really hard to do what my Plato quote says (see my previous post  My Battle with Kindness if you haven’t already).  And she didn’t mention it, so hopefully most of the girls missed it.

Speaking of Plato quotes, after the rude coach made his rude comment, which my husband totally missed because he was on his cell phone, I relayed the whole incident to him after he hung up.  I then asked him if he had read my blog recently.  He said it had been a little while, so I asked him if he had read my blog about the Plato quote (because I thought it may apply to this situation, and I am really trying really hard to do what the quote says 🙂 ).  So, he said, “Plato?  I didn’t know they had quotes on their cans.” And I said, “What?” And after a few more of his, “Really, Plato has quotes?” and my “What? Yeah, Plato,” I started laughing hysterically.  He thought I had said Play-Doh.  Does anyone (from the South) pronounce it <Play-Toe>?


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Change Will Do You Good

Today, I decided I needed a change on my blog.  I really loved the simpleness of the other lay-out but have always wanted more than just the one column.  I am always envious of other bloggers’ cool looking sites, with all of the links and gadgets.  But I’m still such a newbie and haven’t caught on to all of  the neat extras yet.  Maybe one day, I will figure it all out.  In the meantime, I found this customizable header and will play around some more with it over the next few days. 

I also decided to jump back on the treadmill this morning after a two-week break.  Unfortunately, I added a  few of the pounds back on that I had worked so hard to get off over the past few months.  I just wasn’t in the mood to workout and needed the break.  But now, I need to get back on the horse.

I’ve also committed to drinking more water everyday.  I made that as one of my New Year’s resolutions but am hit or miss with it.  I was inspired yesterday when I visited my account on and saw that they have added a new section called My Challenges.  They have a 14-day Drink More Water Challenge, and if you complete it, you will be entered to win 6 cases of Metromint Water (one of each flavor – Peppermint, Spearmint, Cherrymint, Lemonmint, Orangemint, and Chocolatemint) , a Metromint tote bag, and a Metromint t-shirt.  I’ve never heard of Metromint Water, so I’m going to have to check it out.  Whether I end up winning or not, though, I know that I am doing something good for my body.


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Baby Boy

My youngest is 11 for a few more hours.  He has been counting down the days to his 12th birthday – probably for the past 364 days.  This will be the last year that we have a pre-teen in our house.  Next year they’ll all be teenagers.  Wow!  Oh, the hormones that will fly.

I can picture in my head the events that took place 12 years ago today.  I started to feel contractions around dinner time and we started timing them, of course.  When they were coming regularly 3 to 5 minutes apart, we called a wonderful neighbor who came to watch our older two while my husband and I made our way to the hospital 25 miles away.  As with my other two, even though I was having the regular contractions, I was told to go walk around because it wasn’t time.  Twenty-four hours after they began, we finally had another son.  I remember asking the nurses if I could stay in the hospital as many days as allowed; I think it was almost 3!  As much as I love being in my own bed at home, I was really enjoying the rest I was getting in the hospital.  I know that sounds funny, but I knew that when I got home, I would have 3 children under the age of 5 hedging for my attention nearly 24/7.

My son’s been asking me for the past few days if he can open one gift the day before his birthday, I guess a birthday’s eve present.  I keep saying “no,” that tomorrow is his birthday, and he will enjoy opening all of them on his birthday.  Well, my husband just came in to ask me, while on the phone with his mother, if our son can open the present she sent him tonight.  I can’t believe after I finally convinced him that it wasn’t going to happen, that they come along and can’t wait any longer than he can!  So we are waiting for our oldest to get home from lacrosse practice so we can all sit down together for dinner for him to open it.  I know he’s going to love what she sent; it’s a Florida gator football jersey.  She wants him to be able to enjoy wearing it to school on his birthday, and I think he will love it.

Hopefully, it won’t spoil him for his remaining birthdays and he won’t expect to have birthday’s eve presents every year.  Thanks, Grandma!

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I can’t sleep – again.  It’s been weeks since I have fallen asleep before 1 am.  I lay in bed with my eyes closed for about an hour trying to convince myself that I am tired and need to fall asleep.  About 11:30, I start looking at the clock wondering if the sandman will ever end up arriving.  Usually around 12:30 I can’t take it any longer, and I grab a book or the tv remote.  My eyes finally end up growing heavy around 1:30 or 2. 

Tomorrow (or should I say   Today  ?) I have to get up early…in about 4 hours…because some crazy woman (me) made a 7 am dentist appointment for my kids.  Maybe this forced early morning will end up being a good thing and get me to sleep before 1 am tomorrow night – I just hope it’s not 1 pm when I pass out. 

I used to be a night owl in high school and college.  I got my best studying done at night, but I could always get up and get through the day fairly unphased by my night owl ways.  Now, I am a zombie most of the morning.  I don’t drink coffee, and even if I did, I don’t know how much it would help.  Caffeine doesn’t seem to affect me much.  After this morning’s early appointment, I think I am going to try to get up early each morning this week.  Maybe that will help me get back on track.

I think my pumpkin coach is finally arriving, so I am going to try to zzzzzzzzzzzzz…

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What Would You Do?

Today my husband came home for lunch and discovered that someone had hit one of our cars parked in front of our house, probably some time this morning.  There was no note, no one came to the door (I had been home all morning cleaning), nada.  He checked close by for some possible suspects, but I’m not sure if we’ll ever know who did it.

What would you do if you hit a parked car?  I hit a car once.  Just after we arrived in Guam a few years ago, a friend let us use his car while we waited on ours to arrive from the States.  His was lower to the ground and had a longer front end than I was used to, and when I went to park at a grocery store, I bumped the back right panel of an already banged up rental car.  Lucky for me, there wasn’t a scratch on my friend’s car, but there was a small dent and scratches on the rental.  The person renting the car was sitting in it, so I didn’t have to put a note on the windshield and wait for the inevitable.  I got the name of the rental company and worked it out with them pretty quickly.

Another time while I was waiting at a stop sign behind another car, the driver in front of me started to cross the intersection and decided halfway out that he couldn’t make it.  So he put his car in reverse and backed into the front of my car as I had already started to pull forward to the stop sign.  He then proceeded to put his car back in gear and went through the intersection when it was clear.  I immediately took off after him, honking at him for several blocks until he finally stopped again.  I confronted him and told him to sit still while I checked out my car.  Nothing had been hurt, but I had been quite surprised that he didn’t even feel a thing backing into me.

We were pretty upset about the hit and run today, but there wasn’t much we could do except call the police to get a report for the insurance company.  I don’t wish condemnation on the person who did this, but it sure would have been nice if he’d just ‘fessed up.


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