Monday, November 30, 2015


Grudges are a difficult, uphill battle.  One that I battle each and every day. It's not only grudges against others that I seem to hang onto but grudges against myself as well. Things that I have said or done to others that at the time may or may not have meant to be hurtful.  Things that no matter much I've apologized for or tried to let myself off the hook that still won't let go.

And I don't mean to hold grudges - really I don't.   Things that linger in the corners of my mind pop up at the most inopportune time.  Like two or three in the morning when I wake up and there's a memory staring me in the face that won't let go.  It's not a vague memory either.  It's a memory that was almost like yesterday.  One that you would change if you could but you can't.  And I can't seem to forgive and forget and let it go.

Lately it has been more and more frequent. I'm fighting a silent, losing battle alone and no matter how hard I try I can't seem to get a leg up.

I try hard to not hold things against others but it seems to come screaming out even though I may not let you know it.  Upset that your child has been bullied at school so you post it up on facebook?  How about the fact that your same child that is being bullied is the one who bullied my child not that long ago.  I still hang on to that fact because it was my child he hurt and even though my kid is no longer at the same school or even the same state for that matter my feelings haven't changed.  But I bite my tongue and say nothing because saying something is not going to change the fact your kid bullied mine and will not stop your child from being bullied. Time has passed and chances are your kid isn't the same kid who picked on mine.  My kid certainly isn't the same kid he was then.

I can't leave myself out.  Like the time I screamed my child's name while he was on the basketball court because his team was losing, the game was almost over and he was about to throw a huge tantrum. I regretted it the moment I did it and apologized to him over and over again. While he seems to have let it go, I haven't.  It's still there popping up from time to time to let me know that I'm a horrible mother.

I've tried and tried to block these images from my mind.  I've tried to stop punishing myself for these things that haunt me.  Nothing seems to ease the pain. So I keep trying.  And keep trying.  Maybe tomorrow.  Maybe...

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Seventeen and Eighteen

Krista and Shane turned 17 and 18 respectively last week.

I'm not sure when these kids got so big but I blinked and this is what I found.  Two wonderful, smart, funny kids who are practically adults. I couldn't ask for more from these two.

This past weekend all three kids went to Indianapolis for the band semi-state competition.  They missed going to state by 1.8 points and were so disappointed.  I hated to see the season end.  This is the only time since they all reached high school that they were all involved in the same thing.  Since Shane attends a different high school than Krista and Ty, I thought it would never happen. This year the band had a wonderful show that had a lot of props involved.  As soon as they started recruiting help, Ty enlisted Shane and Krista so they all got to be on the field together.  
Shane and Krista weren't only prop help, but characters in the show as well.  Here they are in uniform/costume before their performance Saturday.  I am very proud of the hard work these three put into the show this season and am sad to see it end!

Friday, September 18, 2015


This young man turned 15 yesterday.  My baby turned 15.  It's painful for me to admit that.  This is his post band practice, getting ready to eat a late supper obligatory birthday picture.  He hasn't seen it yet.

I am very proud of this young man.  He was a huge heart, is very smart, gets wonderful grades and stands up for others.  He's dying to get a job because his brother and sister have one.  He plays trumpet and violin and was excited to be seated as the first chair of the second violins this week.  He's growing into a wonderful young man and I can wait to see what else he has in store for us.  

Wednesday, September 2, 2015

I Don't Even Know Where to Start

I logged into my blog tonight and realized that I haven't posted in 2 1/2 years.  Not that I haven't tried.  I have started a few different posts that never materialized into anything that I could push publish on.  So I delete them and come back again.

Life is life.  It's up and down.  Hectic.  Unpredictable.  Hard. And all of those things make time scarce.  When we moved to Indiana, we downsized considerably.  We got rid of our couch because it had a broken board in it and felt like you were falling through it instead of sitting on it.  We got rid of our computer desk that was falling apart.  Because of this, our computer was literally set up in our living room with the tower sitting on the floor and the monitor sitting on top of it with the keyboard in your lap and the mouse on the arm of the rocking chair.

A pain in the butt.

We don't have a laptop and it's very hard to "text" a blog post from my phone or tablet.  A couple of weeks ago, I decided that I needed to move the computer to the table we have in the dining room that we NEVER use.  I have always hesitated because it's not a dining table but an air hockey table and I knew the minute I moved the computer the kids would holler they wanted to play air hockey.

They haven't.  Knock on wood.  As a matter of fact, they have used the computer more on the table because it is easier to use.  And I was hoping with it easier to get to, I would take the time to use it more, even though I spend all day long looking at a screen at work.

So here I am.  And a lot changes in two years.

Let's just say I don't miss high school drama.

Shane is almost 18, a senior in high school with his license, his own truck and a job.  He is involved with graphics communications and archery at school and love both.  He qualified for the state and national archery tournament last year.  He attended a graphics communication competition in North Carolina last year and his teacher has already tapped him and the girl who went with them to attend again this year.  He's applying for scholarships and I have a meeting tomorrow night about college information.

Krista is almost 17, a junior with her driver's permit, her own car and a job. She is still involved with orchestra and has a long term boyfriend. She is already thinking about her senior year and is already receiving packets from colleges.

Ty is almost 15, a sophomore and jealous of the license/permit, cars and jobs.  He is very involved in marching band at the moment and still plays his violin.  He is also paying attention to his future and changed his schedule around this year to make his next two years a little easier on himself.

I am amazed at how big these kids have gotten (they are all 3 taller than I am).  I am proud of the young adults they are becoming.

So really all I can do at this point is sum up the last two years.  The kids have grown, achieved milestones, and are looking forward to moving out and up on their own two feet.  Chris and I are loving them, guiding them, trying to catch as much time with them as we can while wondering what's gonna happen when everyone moves on. We will graduate a kid each year for the next three years and send them out into the real world.

Does time really have to move so fast?

Monday, February 4, 2013

A Monster and a Dance

Not too long ago, Chris and I were catching up on Criminal Minds after borrowing seasons 1-3 from a girl I work with. During one of the episodes, the evil guy was a man who had been burned in a fire. Towards the end of the episode, Ty came in to tell us good night on his way to bed. A short time later, I went to his room to make sure there were no electronics in his bed. He says he's scared of the dark again. So I ask "Why?" He points and I turn and look and ask him, "What?" He points again. "I don't see anything," I told him.

Finally he says it. "That show. That burned guy." So I explained it like I always do. It's a show. It's make up. It's nothing to be scared of. He knows all this of course. So the next morning I go to make his bed. I moved his pillows to the floor and find a flashlight, Swiss Army knife and an air soft gun laying where his pillows were. Guess he was just going to be prepared.

Krista and a few of her friends attended the 8th grade winter formal a couple of weeks back. One of her friends came to the house after school, Krista did both their hair, and they decided I be fashionably late to the dance. They had the best time and looked absolutely beautiful. They looked so grown up!

I had Chris take a picture of me and the kids after telling a friend of mine just how tall Shane has gotten. At 15, his is now 6'2" and doesn't seem to be done yet. They definitely aren't my babies anymore.

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Time Marches On

And on.  And on.  And on.

I have neglected my blog.  And I am so sorry.

It seems no matter how hard I try, how many goals I set, how many routines I create, I just can't seem to find the time to do everything I want and need to do.  My book list?  On hold.  My tv shows that I couldn't live without? I haven't seen since the second weeks episode and some I didn't even get to finish from last season.

But life keeps moving and moving fast.  I have spent the entire day trying to remember to write January on my paperwork.  It's 2013.  My kids are growing up and maturing into young adults.  Weren't they just toddlers yesterday?

I am going to attempt to update to the best of my ability, but my memory isn't always the most reliable. We have officially moved to Indiana. The kids came up with Chris the end of May and I followed in August. I have found a job that I enjoy working for a local trucking company in their accounting department. The kids have been enrolled in new schools and seem to be adjusting well. Shane is now a freshman in high school and turned 15 this past October. He is officially killing me at 6'2" and still growing. Krista is an 8th grader and turned 14 in October, too. I believe she has finally almost finished at 5'5". Ty is a 7th grader and turned 12 in September. He is so close to 5' tall he can taste it.

We moved to Indiana when the terminal Chris worked at was shuttered and he was left to find a new job or relocated. So he relocated. Not too long ago, he got the opportunity to apply for one of the local plants here and was offered the job. We felt at the time that it was the best decision for our family. Turns out we couldn't have been more right. The yard that he transferred to in February has merged with another yard not an hour away.

He would've been without a job next week.

Words cannot say how lucky we are in that instance.

I lost my favorite uncle not long after moving up here. Our last banter was on my birthday when he had mom wish me a happy birthday and tell me that I'm getting old. So I had her relay that no matter how old I get, he will always be older than me. I never got his come back. Less than a month later he was gone.

We have been home three times since I came up in August. Leaving to come home has not gotten any easier.  Mom and Dad are still very upset when we leave, even though we are only 2 1/2 hours away. I'm hoping time can ease their pain.

My baby brother got married the week before Christmas. Oh. My. Gosh. I am very happy for him and his new wife. They have been together a while and very good for each other I think.

This post is much shorter than I wish it was considering I haven't been here the past few months. I do have a couple of other topics in mind but those are for another day. For now, I am going to enjoy the quiet and get ready for another work day.