okay...first i'd like to admit that i have only completed a small portion of this morning's chores. and it's already 9:30. that means half of the sesame street power hour is over; i still have bathroom counters to wipe down; trout and george bailey to brush; the beds to make; and the swing chore...wiping all cabinets and furniture down. i got the kitchen scrubbed from top to bottom and all of the appliances and cabinets cleaned...but that's about it. that took all morning. i did veer off on some tangents (i'm not supposed to let myself do that while cleaning) and easterize a bit. i'm sorta, "if you give a mouse a cookie-ish." like...if i'm cleaning the kitchen...it's entirely possible that reorganizing the pencils and scissors will seem like a necessity in between loading the dishwasher and wiping the counters. and...i've been known to somehow feel that cleaning out the hall closet logically fits in there somewhere, as well...all because i had to hang up a kid's jacket that had been slung over a kitchen bar stool. or...completely re-vamping the shoe bins...all because aiden left her flip flops at the door. see how that works?? i'm trying to be better at staying focused and on the task at hand so that i can actually, properly complete something.
BUT...look at this little bit of easter heaven:
and since i was cleaning the kitchen...i obbbbbbbbviously needed to go through the kid's school work that was back-logged and in serious need of filing. i love these little gems.
"when i am 100 years old! i will have ganchiledrin. i thecke that i will eckcsrcis. my musls will hage down. -aiden (age 6)
"my mom taks crar (care) of peple.
my dad dus krosfit.
and i am going to be a cooker." - aiden (age 6)
"My New Year's Resolution to Lrn How to Cook with my Mom. So I can get bettr at it. and to Get Bettr ar Puslls (puzzles)." - aiden (age 6)
annslee found a way to entertain herself with her new umbrella. so much for these being in their easter basket.
those sweet bunny eggs came from cracker barrel. that place is a gift to me straight from the Lord, himself. i love it there. in the winter...you can always find a crackling fire in the fireplace and in the spring...the entire gift shop looks like it's breeding bunnies and chicks. i love it.
it's no secret that i adore the changing of the seasons. in texas...people always say that we don't get to experience all of them. but i disagree. i'll admit that i miss things like the first snow fall, and getting to do things like sledding and wearing cute knitted mittens...but i love to celebrate when each season rolls in. no matter how quietly.
fall to winter is a bit challenging...so we use christmas for that less obvious switch. and summer is easy...because school lets out, which is ALWAYS exciting. and my two favorites...fall and spring are the most tangible. the cold and dreary all of a sudden part for the sun to show off it's magical power over the flowers and everything green. my children will know of God's lovely and thoughtful details that He used when creating our world. details like seasons. they will know them because i will always go a little nuts with all the celebratory craziness. like...do we really need more stuffed lambs??? i think so.
on to the rodeo.
as you know...the real treat was that chad and i got to go watch the rodeo and see miranda lambert by ourselves this year.
my absolute favorite part, other than miranda (of course-however running a very close second) was the barrel racers. i found out this year that there was a barrel racer competing that was a grandmother!! this was great news. this means that i still have a realistic shot. i'm prepared to make this happen. chad rolls his eyes. but he just better watch out. i'm not joking about this. my first goal is finding a place to store my horse. my second order of business is getting a barrel racing horse. you may remember that i rode one in colorado, named paint, who is retired...and i've had my eye on him ever since. then...i just have to find a coach. how hard can that be? and i'm not sure...but i may have to purchase some barrels. i tell the kids to dream big. and when are you supposed to stop doing that? i say, NEVER. the other night, my dad asked me if i had set up the barrels in the backyard yet. i'm pretty sure he was making fun of me.
carnivals are phenomenons that i love the idea of...but don't really feel completely comfortable with. like...the lights and squeals of laughter are very enticing...
but those rickety rides that are put up and torn down and put up again by who knows who? no thanks.
and the meat on a stick? um...no again.
i did go out of my comfort zone and shared corn in a cup with chad...and even put some seasoning salt that had been out WHO KNOWS HOW LONG on it. you can see the worry on my face here...
then...we went again for the championship day and brad paisley. i was waaaay more excited about seeing the championships than i was about brad paisley...and so was aiden
it was st. patrick's day...so i had to incorporate green into her western wear.
these two cowgirls are completely inseparable.
we piddled around the livestock show while we were waiting for the rodeo to start.
and to make a long story short...something that is totally uncharacteristic of me...but necessary so as to not re-hash the emotional trauma that the whole thing caused:
we checked our watches and waltzed on over to the stadium in plenty of time to see the entire stadium remove their hats and rise to sing the national anthem. when we walked up to the stadium, i wondered where all the people were. when we walked into the arena...i saw that they were all in their seats, where they had been for the last 3 hours. APPARENTLY...the rodeo starts EARLY on the weekends. a fact that had totally slipped right by us.
DAMN!!!! (sorry, mom. she totally doesn't like it when i say "damn")
we missed the entire rodeo.
on the up side...we did get there about 5 minutes before brad paisley started playing...which made up for things a little.
baby girl went to sleep smack dab in the middle of the 2nd song.
poor darlin. she had missed her barrel racers.
what else was she there for???
she sorta takes after her mama, that way.
tonight...i play in my first competitive soccer game in 24 years. i'm pretty on fire about this turn of events. i'm all pullin' out my old gear.......squeezin into the old cleats and the kid sized shin guards........the old uniform........with
displayed proudly across the back.
just kidding. i'm really pretty scared. UK called and asked me what time it started. i said, "6.50." then he asked me when i'd be through. i said, "7.02........or whenever they roll me off the field on a stretcher."
one can only take a wild guess at how this is gonna go.
dream BIG though. right?