Sunday, December 16, 2007
The Drama of It All
Although I love many things about my small city on the plains, there are a few things that make me want to beat my head against the wall. Winter formal would be one of those latter things.
It is a tradition that began I don't know when, but continues today - a formal winter dance for the junior high students. I have dealt with this tradition from almost all sides: parent; chaperone; and president of school PTSA hosting it. I have not (AND WILL NOT) deal with it as dance chair. It just seems to add more drama to the ever so drama filled junior high years.
I will just share a bit of our story from this year - don't want to overburden you with all the drama.
Let's begin with our oldest son. He is not really big on this type of event, so my approach with him began just with one question, "Are you going to winter formal this year?" He answers affirmatively, which surprises me a bit, but I am glad he is venturing out for the occasion.
The next question is one that must be asked several times over the weeks leading up to the dance, "Are you taking anyone?" The answer to this question changes often. At first it is no. And then a friend asks him to take her. This creates some drama for reasons I will not go in to, but eventually I must ask. . . .
"Does she want us to pick her up or are you just meeting her there?"
"What color of dress is she wearing?" (Corsage/pictures - he can't fathom the need for this - just trust me.)
"Will she want to take pictures?"
He promises to find out the answers. The next time I inquire about these things - she has decided to go with her ex-boyfriend who cheated on her with 2 girls while they were dating. I assure him she has not made the best choice, but am secretely a bit thankful to not have those complications in our evening.
We manage to find some clothes and the issue of a pre-party to attend works itself out thanks to the POLO house.
Now on to the younger son. There really is no question as to whether or not he is attending. Any sort of social gathering calls to him like a moth to a flame. But I do have to ask if he is going with anyone. I am informed that his girlfriend is a Trojan. This is news to me - have not met her. I quickly adopt a "don't ask, don't tell policy". She is out of our school district and technically is not allowed to attend.
We manage to find some clothes and the issue of a pre-party to attend works itself out thanks to Pink's house.
I drop the boys off at their pre-parties and hang around at each for a bit. The one at POLO house is much more interesting as more and more 9th graders arrive - girls with heels and dresses and cleavage. While trying to snap a group shot of the 23 which were in attendance at that time, we ask Blondie try standing up straight and bending her knees as opposed to the hands on the knees bend over on the front row pose. A world of difference between 7th and 9th graders!!!!!
My oldest son was way out of his comfort zone at the pre-party and was hesitant as we dropped him and others off at the dance. My husband and I discussed this over dinner and were anxious to see how the evening went for both boys.
They were eventually dropped off at home by friends, with cell phone boy in tow. We inquire how the dance was. Our younger son's girlfriend did make an arrival there. That is how he spent his evening. We asked our older son if he had fun and THAT smile came across his face. He glanced at us, his brother, and cell phone boy then said that he danced with one girl all night. I knew the name but, didn't really know her.
"She was at POLO house." Oh my, Blondie!
Well, we sat up for a bit listening to all the stories. It was good to hear them all and know that our boys and their friends really are good kids.
The evening was filled with the perfect amount of drama (for our house anyways)!
simple faith
Although I love many things about my small city on the plains, there are a few things that make me want to beat my head against the wall. Winter formal would be one of those latter things.
It is a tradition that began I don't know when, but continues today - a formal winter dance for the junior high students. I have dealt with this tradition from almost all sides: parent; chaperone; and president of school PTSA hosting it. I have not (AND WILL NOT) deal with it as dance chair. It just seems to add more drama to the ever so drama filled junior high years.
I will just share a bit of our story from this year - don't want to overburden you with all the drama.
Let's begin with our oldest son. He is not really big on this type of event, so my approach with him began just with one question, "Are you going to winter formal this year?" He answers affirmatively, which surprises me a bit, but I am glad he is venturing out for the occasion.
The next question is one that must be asked several times over the weeks leading up to the dance, "Are you taking anyone?" The answer to this question changes often. At first it is no. And then a friend asks him to take her. This creates some drama for reasons I will not go in to, but eventually I must ask. . . .
"Does she want us to pick her up or are you just meeting her there?"
"What color of dress is she wearing?" (Corsage/pictures - he can't fathom the need for this - just trust me.)
"Will she want to take pictures?"
He promises to find out the answers. The next time I inquire about these things - she has decided to go with her ex-boyfriend who cheated on her with 2 girls while they were dating. I assure him she has not made the best choice, but am secretely a bit thankful to not have those complications in our evening.
We manage to find some clothes and the issue of a pre-party to attend works itself out thanks to the POLO house.
Now on to the younger son. There really is no question as to whether or not he is attending. Any sort of social gathering calls to him like a moth to a flame. But I do have to ask if he is going with anyone. I am informed that his girlfriend is a Trojan. This is news to me - have not met her. I quickly adopt a "don't ask, don't tell policy". She is out of our school district and technically is not allowed to attend.
We manage to find some clothes and the issue of a pre-party to attend works itself out thanks to Pink's house.
I drop the boys off at their pre-parties and hang around at each for a bit. The one at POLO house is much more interesting as more and more 9th graders arrive - girls with heels and dresses and cleavage. While trying to snap a group shot of the 23 which were in attendance at that time, we ask Blondie try standing up straight and bending her knees as opposed to the hands on the knees bend over on the front row pose. A world of difference between 7th and 9th graders!!!!!
My oldest son was way out of his comfort zone at the pre-party and was hesitant as we dropped him and others off at the dance. My husband and I discussed this over dinner and were anxious to see how the evening went for both boys.
They were eventually dropped off at home by friends, with cell phone boy in tow. We inquire how the dance was. Our younger son's girlfriend did make an arrival there. That is how he spent his evening. We asked our older son if he had fun and THAT smile came across his face. He glanced at us, his brother, and cell phone boy then said that he danced with one girl all night. I knew the name but, didn't really know her.
"She was at POLO house." Oh my, Blondie!
Well, we sat up for a bit listening to all the stories. It was good to hear them all and know that our boys and their friends really are good kids.
The evening was filled with the perfect amount of drama (for our house anyways)!
simple faith
Sunday, November 18, 2007
HAPPY (belated) BIRTHDAY!
My panhandle state celebrated its 100th birthday on Friday, November 16, 2007. The day was filled with planned events all over the state cumulating an entire year of celebrations. I, unfortunately, was unable to attend any of them.
But, I did arise with a song in my heart on Friday morning:
baba baba baba babaOoooooo-klahoma!
Where the winds come sweeping down the plains,
And the waving wheat sure smells sweet
When the winds come right behind the rains.
Visions of Rogers and Hammersteins' musical danced in my head! Then my thoughts became captivated with another vision.
Several years ago, we had a talent show of sorts for our Sunday School department. I will not divulge all the details in interest of protecting the innocent (and not so innocent), but one performance in particular always brings a smile to my face.
One of my friends provided entertainment dressed as quite the hillbilly girl singing "I'm Just a Girl Who Cain't So No" from the musical "Oklahoma!" It was a riot! She and I share the same twisted sense-of-humor that can easily get us in trouble. Her sharing with me the fact that she REALLY wanted to perform that song dressed as a pregnant hillbilly has forever imprinted that image in my thoughts.
And so my song changed from "Oklahoma!" to "I'm Just a Girl Who Cain't Say No" in a matter of heartbeats. And as so often happens with songs, it stayed with me the remainder of the morning. So while others sang "We're Oklahoma Rising" or baba baba baba baba. . . . - I simply found myself "in a turrible fix"!
Thanks my friend, I wouldn't trade that memory for anything!!
simple faith
My panhandle state celebrated its 100th birthday on Friday, November 16, 2007. The day was filled with planned events all over the state cumulating an entire year of celebrations. I, unfortunately, was unable to attend any of them.
But, I did arise with a song in my heart on Friday morning:
baba baba baba babaOoooooo-klahoma!
Where the winds come sweeping down the plains,
And the waving wheat sure smells sweet
When the winds come right behind the rains.
Visions of Rogers and Hammersteins' musical danced in my head! Then my thoughts became captivated with another vision.
Several years ago, we had a talent show of sorts for our Sunday School department. I will not divulge all the details in interest of protecting the innocent (and not so innocent), but one performance in particular always brings a smile to my face.
One of my friends provided entertainment dressed as quite the hillbilly girl singing "I'm Just a Girl Who Cain't So No" from the musical "Oklahoma!" It was a riot! She and I share the same twisted sense-of-humor that can easily get us in trouble. Her sharing with me the fact that she REALLY wanted to perform that song dressed as a pregnant hillbilly has forever imprinted that image in my thoughts.
And so my song changed from "Oklahoma!" to "I'm Just a Girl Who Cain't Say No" in a matter of heartbeats. And as so often happens with songs, it stayed with me the remainder of the morning. So while others sang "We're Oklahoma Rising" or baba baba baba baba. . . . - I simply found myself "in a turrible fix"!
Thanks my friend, I wouldn't trade that memory for anything!!
simple faith
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Set the Table
For the past several years I have had the opportunity to join some of my Methodist friends at an annual luncheon their church hosts as a missions fundraiser. I always look forward to it and have been greatly disappointed the few years I have not been able to attend.
This luncheon is a rarity in today's times. It involves beautiful table settings and generations of women working together to accomplish a common goal.
Each year has a theme - this year's was "100 Years of Oklahoma Hospitality". Each table hostess names their table theme which is then printed in the program and on a table card. This year table names included: Land Run Luncheon - a western themed table; Ties that Bind - a table featuring family heirloom jewelery; and Oh, What a Beautiful Morning - complete with black and white photos from "Oklahoma!".
It is always amazing to see the tables and I always arrive early for the "viewing". I am a closet dishes freak and these ladies pull out no stops with their place settings and table scapes. I leave inspired and appreciative of the art of setting a table - something that is not done often these days.
But what makes my heart sing is the interaction and learning that takes place between the generations. The older generation has taught the younger ones the proper way of setting a table (it is rumored that all tables are inspected and any out of place pieces suddenly find their proper placing overnight) and such things as how to charge a coffee pot (how to fill it with hot water for 30 minutes before using it to serve coffee, thereby warming the pot and keeping it from cooling off too quickly). I honestly have to get out an entertaining book to set a proper table if it has any extra pieces other than my daily norm.
And the older generation has learned from the younger generation about things such as menu changes (congealed salads are really not a necessity) and willingness to pass the torch.
Although these things are good lessons, they do not really touch the heart of the real learning that takes place, the intangible one I see each year.
The lesson of honor and respect among the generations is the lesson that truly makes the difference.
simple faith
For the past several years I have had the opportunity to join some of my Methodist friends at an annual luncheon their church hosts as a missions fundraiser. I always look forward to it and have been greatly disappointed the few years I have not been able to attend.
This luncheon is a rarity in today's times. It involves beautiful table settings and generations of women working together to accomplish a common goal.
Each year has a theme - this year's was "100 Years of Oklahoma Hospitality". Each table hostess names their table theme which is then printed in the program and on a table card. This year table names included: Land Run Luncheon - a western themed table; Ties that Bind - a table featuring family heirloom jewelery; and Oh, What a Beautiful Morning - complete with black and white photos from "Oklahoma!".
It is always amazing to see the tables and I always arrive early for the "viewing". I am a closet dishes freak and these ladies pull out no stops with their place settings and table scapes. I leave inspired and appreciative of the art of setting a table - something that is not done often these days.
But what makes my heart sing is the interaction and learning that takes place between the generations. The older generation has taught the younger ones the proper way of setting a table (it is rumored that all tables are inspected and any out of place pieces suddenly find their proper placing overnight) and such things as how to charge a coffee pot (how to fill it with hot water for 30 minutes before using it to serve coffee, thereby warming the pot and keeping it from cooling off too quickly). I honestly have to get out an entertaining book to set a proper table if it has any extra pieces other than my daily norm.
And the older generation has learned from the younger generation about things such as menu changes (congealed salads are really not a necessity) and willingness to pass the torch.
Although these things are good lessons, they do not really touch the heart of the real learning that takes place, the intangible one I see each year.
The lesson of honor and respect among the generations is the lesson that truly makes the difference.
simple faith
Friday, March 16, 2007
Human Touch
Well, it is obvious that the last couple of weeks have been hectic - not much time for blogging. Too many projects and deadlines to spend much time being creative in this venue. But last Friday night was a welcomed break from the pace.
I had been looking forward to it for a couple of weeks. The radio advertising had worked. A girl listening to classic rock - an advertisement for a Rick Springfield concert - a trip down memory lane. . . . .
In our early years of dating, Rick Springfield always came to Sooner Town during my birthday month. My then 5'9" and oh-so-fine boyfriend (my now 5'9" and oh so fine husband) would take me to the concert and dinner as my birthday gift.
Upon hearing the announcement on the radio, I began pondering ways I could make attending the concert a reality in my life. I needed a partner in crime to completely convince my husband that it was worth the trip to Sooner Town during the middle of a hectic schedule. I had the perfect partner in mind - she was my kinda' girl - a former "Jesse's Girl"!
I phoned my sister-in-law, Wog. Have you heard? Do you think? She was in on the scheme.
A few phone calls later, we have tickets reserved and are both singing Rick's songs and dancing down memory lane (sigh).
The big night comes. We all arrive (sans kids) to the casino and the 1500 seat theater where the concert is happening. The casino is new and pretty - so new it has not yet obtained it's alcohol and liquor license. Bummer because I was looking forward to an Amaretto Sour.
We take our seats. Our row is filled with conversations of how young we all are and stories of trying to share our excitement of attending this concert with people who are way younger than us and have the audacity to say "Who?". Some of these younger people did not even know "Jesse's Girl"!!!
The concert soon begins. The music is good and Rick looks great! While singing "Don't Talk to Strangers" he pulls a little girl (probably 4 or 5) on to the stage. She is holding a "Rick taught me - Don't Talk to Strangers" sign and wearing a "Rick Rocks" t-shirt. Her mom was obviously a "Jesse's Girl" too!
And then it happens. Rick puts on a cordless mic and begins working his way through the crowd while singing "Human Touch". We are seated in the second section. I am convinced he will never come back that far. But he continues to work his way toward us.
I turn to Wog and ask her to warn her husband that he best move out of our way quickly if Rick comes to our section. And he continues to work his way toward us.
I turn to say, "Let's go!" but Wog has already grabbed me and we are up on the chairs, running across them in our high heeled boots. Somehow, amazingly, we make it to him as he perches himself on the wall separating the two sections. He touches Wog's hand, along with just a few others! We are in the midst of the crowd surrounding him and I dare not look at the big screens for fear that we are on them - not usually a pretty site.
Wog trades me spots. Rick smiles at me - well, maybe it was at all of us - and gives us a questioning look. He then turns. . .falls back on us. . . and my hand touches his shoulder!! GASP! I have never been that close to the main attraction of a concert. . .and he looked good.
He works his way back to the stage and finishes the concert. Wog and I are back in our seats, next to the real men in our lives. . .and they look good.
After the concert we are laughing as we leave. I am not sure our guys would have ever thought they would see their 40ish wives dashing across chairs to touch Rick Springfield.
I guess we still are "Jesse's Girls" afterall.
simple faith
Well, it is obvious that the last couple of weeks have been hectic - not much time for blogging. Too many projects and deadlines to spend much time being creative in this venue. But last Friday night was a welcomed break from the pace.
I had been looking forward to it for a couple of weeks. The radio advertising had worked. A girl listening to classic rock - an advertisement for a Rick Springfield concert - a trip down memory lane. . . . .
In our early years of dating, Rick Springfield always came to Sooner Town during my birthday month. My then 5'9" and oh-so-fine boyfriend (my now 5'9" and oh so fine husband) would take me to the concert and dinner as my birthday gift.
Upon hearing the announcement on the radio, I began pondering ways I could make attending the concert a reality in my life. I needed a partner in crime to completely convince my husband that it was worth the trip to Sooner Town during the middle of a hectic schedule. I had the perfect partner in mind - she was my kinda' girl - a former "Jesse's Girl"!
I phoned my sister-in-law, Wog. Have you heard? Do you think? She was in on the scheme.
A few phone calls later, we have tickets reserved and are both singing Rick's songs and dancing down memory lane (sigh).
The big night comes. We all arrive (sans kids) to the casino and the 1500 seat theater where the concert is happening. The casino is new and pretty - so new it has not yet obtained it's alcohol and liquor license. Bummer because I was looking forward to an Amaretto Sour.
We take our seats. Our row is filled with conversations of how young we all are and stories of trying to share our excitement of attending this concert with people who are way younger than us and have the audacity to say "Who?". Some of these younger people did not even know "Jesse's Girl"!!!
The concert soon begins. The music is good and Rick looks great! While singing "Don't Talk to Strangers" he pulls a little girl (probably 4 or 5) on to the stage. She is holding a "Rick taught me - Don't Talk to Strangers" sign and wearing a "Rick Rocks" t-shirt. Her mom was obviously a "Jesse's Girl" too!
And then it happens. Rick puts on a cordless mic and begins working his way through the crowd while singing "Human Touch". We are seated in the second section. I am convinced he will never come back that far. But he continues to work his way toward us.
I turn to Wog and ask her to warn her husband that he best move out of our way quickly if Rick comes to our section. And he continues to work his way toward us.
I turn to say, "Let's go!" but Wog has already grabbed me and we are up on the chairs, running across them in our high heeled boots. Somehow, amazingly, we make it to him as he perches himself on the wall separating the two sections. He touches Wog's hand, along with just a few others! We are in the midst of the crowd surrounding him and I dare not look at the big screens for fear that we are on them - not usually a pretty site.
Wog trades me spots. Rick smiles at me - well, maybe it was at all of us - and gives us a questioning look. He then turns. . .falls back on us. . . and my hand touches his shoulder!! GASP! I have never been that close to the main attraction of a concert. . .and he looked good.
He works his way back to the stage and finishes the concert. Wog and I are back in our seats, next to the real men in our lives. . .and they look good.
After the concert we are laughing as we leave. I am not sure our guys would have ever thought they would see their 40ish wives dashing across chairs to touch Rick Springfield.
I guess we still are "Jesse's Girls" afterall.
simple faith
Labels: fun times
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Simply Great Day
Truth be known, I have been in need of a day filled with simple pleasures for some time now. Today was the closest day to that I have experienced, well, for some time now.
At work I was able to clean, organize, and throw away (hallelujah) things in a couple of cabinets. That made me happy, happy, happy. And at home, I attacked a few stacks and also cleaned, organized, and threw away some things. Yea!!!
Then this afternoon, we traveled to God's Country to watch my oldest son play basketball. The entire team played well (and my son played well - sinking four 3 pointers and scoring 16 points) and they won what was a really close game. And . . my oldest son fouled out for the first time in his life! Not good that he fouled out in a close game, but he showed great aggressiveness on defense - we like that. These boys really needed this boost - basketball has been way too complicated to even write about.
Then, with my youngest son being cheerful because we were going to one of his favorite places to eat, we trekked to Eskimo Joe's. A Christmas tree decorated with orange and black, and topped with an orange cowboy hat, decorated the restaurant. Not my traditional decorating colors, but I really liked it!
Cheese fries with bacon and a Fowl Thing - a little slice of heaven smothered with sin. And to really make my day - I was the only one who received the new Centennial Celebration Joe's cup - AND it was pink. Woo hoo - life is good!!
Such simple pleasures for a simple kinda' girl.
simply faith
Truth be known, I have been in need of a day filled with simple pleasures for some time now. Today was the closest day to that I have experienced, well, for some time now.
At work I was able to clean, organize, and throw away (hallelujah) things in a couple of cabinets. That made me happy, happy, happy. And at home, I attacked a few stacks and also cleaned, organized, and threw away some things. Yea!!!
Then this afternoon, we traveled to God's Country to watch my oldest son play basketball. The entire team played well (and my son played well - sinking four 3 pointers and scoring 16 points) and they won what was a really close game. And . . my oldest son fouled out for the first time in his life! Not good that he fouled out in a close game, but he showed great aggressiveness on defense - we like that. These boys really needed this boost - basketball has been way too complicated to even write about.
Then, with my youngest son being cheerful because we were going to one of his favorite places to eat, we trekked to Eskimo Joe's. A Christmas tree decorated with orange and black, and topped with an orange cowboy hat, decorated the restaurant. Not my traditional decorating colors, but I really liked it!
Cheese fries with bacon and a Fowl Thing - a little slice of heaven smothered with sin. And to really make my day - I was the only one who received the new Centennial Celebration Joe's cup - AND it was pink. Woo hoo - life is good!!
Such simple pleasures for a simple kinda' girl.
simply faith
Labels: fun times
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
A beautiful day in God's Country
Saturday we journeyed to our alma mater - God's Country- for a football day out. It was an incredibly beautiful November day. Crisp, but not cold, and little wind. An early kickoff at 11:30am allowed us to enjoy ourselves there and also allowed time to accomplish a few things around the house that evening.
The "alpha cooker" did no smoking on Saturday. We would have had to leave town at O-dark-thirty to accomplish that! Burgers and brauts were the serving of the day.
Our boys journeyed in to the stadium, but although we had tickets, we sat outside (with drinks) and enjoyed the game on the satellite TV set-up that makes the tailgate party a true treat. A delay of 3 to 5 seconds from action in the stadium to what happened on the TV made sure we did not miss any excitement. The roar of the crowd and the sound of "pistols firing" let us know when my beloved Cowboys did something great or our team scored.
Sorry Bears - my Cowboys put up more points on Saturday than from something like 1973! I must be happy, happy, happy - the limelight does not often shine on my part of the state during football season.
Bowl eligible - woo hoo!!! I haven't convinced my husband that the boys would think that was an ok Christmas gift to travel with the team......even as much as they love to travel.
November days like Saturday make for perfect football.
A great day to "box-up" and save in my memories.
Some days I wish I lived in God's Country.
simple faith
Saturday we journeyed to our alma mater - God's Country- for a football day out. It was an incredibly beautiful November day. Crisp, but not cold, and little wind. An early kickoff at 11:30am allowed us to enjoy ourselves there and also allowed time to accomplish a few things around the house that evening.
The "alpha cooker" did no smoking on Saturday. We would have had to leave town at O-dark-thirty to accomplish that! Burgers and brauts were the serving of the day.
Our boys journeyed in to the stadium, but although we had tickets, we sat outside (with drinks) and enjoyed the game on the satellite TV set-up that makes the tailgate party a true treat. A delay of 3 to 5 seconds from action in the stadium to what happened on the TV made sure we did not miss any excitement. The roar of the crowd and the sound of "pistols firing" let us know when my beloved Cowboys did something great or our team scored.
Sorry Bears - my Cowboys put up more points on Saturday than from something like 1973! I must be happy, happy, happy - the limelight does not often shine on my part of the state during football season.
Bowl eligible - woo hoo!!! I haven't convinced my husband that the boys would think that was an ok Christmas gift to travel with the team......even as much as they love to travel.
November days like Saturday make for perfect football.
A great day to "box-up" and save in my memories.
Some days I wish I lived in God's Country.
simple faith
Labels: fun times
Friday, November 03, 2006
A Camping Sing Along
Just sit right back and I'll tell a tale,
a tale of a camping trip
that started from this small city
in a panhandle state,
a panhandle state.
Four campers packed and packed and packed,
and finally were loaded up
with a fishing boat in tow,
behind a new pick-up,
behind a new pick-up.
Four hours long their trip it was
as eastward they did go
Beaver Lake in the Natural State
We never drive slow,
We never drive slow.
Lunch in T-town was had by all,
back in to the truck.
Forty-four degrees outside,
Is that thermometer stuck?
Is that thermometer stuck?
Set up camp and gather wood,
roast hot dogs for dinner.
It's cold outside - into the tent
Skip-Bo, who's the winner?
Skip-Bo, who's the winner?
Next morning Mom and Dad are stiff
that ground is really hard!
Are we getting too old for this?
Next time let's rent a cabin,
Next time let's rent a cabin.
Clear skies, no wind, a perfect day
Boys fishing on the lake.
Mom loves the beautiful view,
But no pictures did she take,
No pictures did she take.
Next morning clouds come rolling in,
The wind begins to blow.
Mom looks at Dad and flashbacks come
Please no repeat of fall camping '04,
No repeat of fall camping '04!
Phone calls were made to family
No rain on the radar
We will see you for dinner.
We're glad you don't live too far,
Glad you don't live too far.
Into town for some supplies,
Most of it we find.
Dry county - you've got to be kidding me!!
I deserve some wine,
I deserve some wine!
Family comes for camp cookout
They were very brave
Lots of wind and very cold
Like Pooh's blustery day,
Like Pooh's blustery day.
S'mores and hot chocolate for all
before we said "Good night".
They had brought me some wine
Everything's gonna to be alright,
Everything's gonna to be alright.
Up early to head back home
It was a very cold, windy night
Thirty-three degrees as we leave
I am not a pretty sight,
I am not a pretty sight!
At home we unpack and unpack and unpack
Laundry piles galore
I begin thinking to myself
What do we do this for?
What do we do this for?
Because time is spent and memories are good
My boys are growing up
But, I really think we can achieve this all
in a cabin next fall
in a cabin next fall.
simple faith
ps - I could not fit my electric blanket in to the song, but believe me - I would not have survived 3 nights of cold camping with out it!!!! Two hard and fast rules for the camp site: 1. It must have running water (that means in the bathroom too). 2. It must have an electric outlet.
Just sit right back and I'll tell a tale,
a tale of a camping trip
that started from this small city
in a panhandle state,
a panhandle state.
Four campers packed and packed and packed,
and finally were loaded up
with a fishing boat in tow,
behind a new pick-up,
behind a new pick-up.
Four hours long their trip it was
as eastward they did go
Beaver Lake in the Natural State
We never drive slow,
We never drive slow.
Lunch in T-town was had by all,
back in to the truck.
Forty-four degrees outside,
Is that thermometer stuck?
Is that thermometer stuck?
Set up camp and gather wood,
roast hot dogs for dinner.
It's cold outside - into the tent
Skip-Bo, who's the winner?
Skip-Bo, who's the winner?
Next morning Mom and Dad are stiff
that ground is really hard!
Are we getting too old for this?
Next time let's rent a cabin,
Next time let's rent a cabin.
Clear skies, no wind, a perfect day
Boys fishing on the lake.
Mom loves the beautiful view,
But no pictures did she take,
No pictures did she take.
Next morning clouds come rolling in,
The wind begins to blow.
Mom looks at Dad and flashbacks come
Please no repeat of fall camping '04,
No repeat of fall camping '04!
Phone calls were made to family
No rain on the radar
We will see you for dinner.
We're glad you don't live too far,
Glad you don't live too far.
Into town for some supplies,
Most of it we find.
Dry county - you've got to be kidding me!!
I deserve some wine,
I deserve some wine!
Family comes for camp cookout
They were very brave
Lots of wind and very cold
Like Pooh's blustery day,
Like Pooh's blustery day.
S'mores and hot chocolate for all
before we said "Good night".
They had brought me some wine
Everything's gonna to be alright,
Everything's gonna to be alright.
Up early to head back home
It was a very cold, windy night
Thirty-three degrees as we leave
I am not a pretty sight,
I am not a pretty sight!
At home we unpack and unpack and unpack
Laundry piles galore
I begin thinking to myself
What do we do this for?
What do we do this for?
Because time is spent and memories are good
My boys are growing up
But, I really think we can achieve this all
in a cabin next fall
in a cabin next fall.
simple faith
ps - I could not fit my electric blanket in to the song, but believe me - I would not have survived 3 nights of cold camping with out it!!!! Two hard and fast rules for the camp site: 1. It must have running water (that means in the bathroom too). 2. It must have an electric outlet.
Monday, September 18, 2006
Just the Facts, Ma'am
The weekend was a whirlwind of activity - literally as the wind swept down the plains of my panhandle state!
Just a few highlights to share.
Friday Morning Double Feature
Our neighborhood grade school is named after President William Howard Taft. Every year we declare a "William Howard Taft Day" and allow our kids to dress up as our largest President or his wife. For the last time, I tied a pillow to one of my boys and dressed him with his Dad's clothes to parade across the stage. Interesting fact: Taft actually got stuck in the tub at the White House and it took 8 men to get him out. They installed a special tub for him!
I was also treated (unexpectedly) to our 4th grades' tribute to the Cherokee Strip Land Run. Happening in September 1893, it was billed as "the greatest race in history" and helped to settle our part of the panhandle state. I am officially on my last tour of grade school programs - so far it does not make me sad. Check with me in the spring!
Friday Night Movie
As a family we watched the Chronicles of Narnia's The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. It was a great movie. Of course, I always recommend that you read the book before seeing the movie. As a bonus read The Magician's Nephew which is actually the first book in the series. It gives you an even better understanding of the movie!
Saturday in God's Country
I know many of you may think you live in God's Country, but you are mistaken. Really, check out the 23rd Psalm - my alma mater is located in God's Country. We spent a very hot and windy day tailgating. My husband's office does this at all home games. I will only write more about tailgating when I have time to do it justice. My beloved Cowboys won!
I did watch the end of the OU game on our satellite TV set-up. I must tell all my Sooner friends that you did get some crummy calls - I am sorry.
Sunday in the State Capital City
We went our State Capital City to watch The Rock & The Rabbi. A wonderful production of music and storytelling. If you have an opportunity to see this show, take advantage of it. It is in our panhandle state at several venues this month.
Sunday Night Race
One of my favorite shows made its season debut Sunday night - The Amazing Race. We all watch this show and analyze the contestants. It is fascinating to watch the dynamics of the teams and see individuals overcome personal issues and challenges. I would hate to put myself under such a spotlight in such stressful situations. Although I do think it would be an amazing adventure!
Thankfully, not all weekends are this busy! This is not a pace that suites my family. We tend to prefer our journey much slower......
simple faith
The weekend was a whirlwind of activity - literally as the wind swept down the plains of my panhandle state!
Just a few highlights to share.
Friday Morning Double Feature
Our neighborhood grade school is named after President William Howard Taft. Every year we declare a "William Howard Taft Day" and allow our kids to dress up as our largest President or his wife. For the last time, I tied a pillow to one of my boys and dressed him with his Dad's clothes to parade across the stage. Interesting fact: Taft actually got stuck in the tub at the White House and it took 8 men to get him out. They installed a special tub for him!
I was also treated (unexpectedly) to our 4th grades' tribute to the Cherokee Strip Land Run. Happening in September 1893, it was billed as "the greatest race in history" and helped to settle our part of the panhandle state. I am officially on my last tour of grade school programs - so far it does not make me sad. Check with me in the spring!
Friday Night Movie
As a family we watched the Chronicles of Narnia's The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. It was a great movie. Of course, I always recommend that you read the book before seeing the movie. As a bonus read The Magician's Nephew which is actually the first book in the series. It gives you an even better understanding of the movie!
Saturday in God's Country
I know many of you may think you live in God's Country, but you are mistaken. Really, check out the 23rd Psalm - my alma mater is located in God's Country. We spent a very hot and windy day tailgating. My husband's office does this at all home games. I will only write more about tailgating when I have time to do it justice. My beloved Cowboys won!
I did watch the end of the OU game on our satellite TV set-up. I must tell all my Sooner friends that you did get some crummy calls - I am sorry.
Sunday in the State Capital City
We went our State Capital City to watch The Rock & The Rabbi. A wonderful production of music and storytelling. If you have an opportunity to see this show, take advantage of it. It is in our panhandle state at several venues this month.
Sunday Night Race
One of my favorite shows made its season debut Sunday night - The Amazing Race. We all watch this show and analyze the contestants. It is fascinating to watch the dynamics of the teams and see individuals overcome personal issues and challenges. I would hate to put myself under such a spotlight in such stressful situations. Although I do think it would be an amazing adventure!
Thankfully, not all weekends are this busy! This is not a pace that suites my family. We tend to prefer our journey much slower......
simple faith
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