Monday, February 27, 2012

I must confess..

...I like to listen to sports talk radio.

I know the girl who swore she would NEVER marry any one who loved sports, just happened to meet and marry the biggest sports fan. Alright maybe not the biggest, I do not have to decorate my house with sports paraphernalia, but pretty close.  Baseball cards and magazines are a part of my life.  I avoid most sports on TV, why watch when the volume of our house can tell me of a win or loss or even a great play.  That, and Cam is always running in with detailed updates. Who needs sports.
Apparently I do..

I used to listen to music..
but have discovered listening to the music on the radio in the morning is filled with Hollywood talk.  Why should I care who is sleeping with who and if a paternity test is needed. So my children really need to hear that?
So I moved on...

I moved on to talk radio...
I soon tired of the politics.
Perhaps it is due to the childhood memories of running around the state capitol building waiting for the session to end so my parents would take me home.  Often I slept in the window sill waiting for that last bill to be signed.
So I moved on again...

I let Marra choose the CD, but I can only listen to "The Itsy Bitsy Spider" for so long before  the actual spiders creep into my brain feasting on what is left of my brain cells.
I had to move on once more...

In my search for entertainment on my hour drive in the morning as I take children to seminary and school, I came across sports talk radio, and I laughed, my boys laughed, and Marra has even giggled a bit.

They are funny.

They say things I wish I could say.

My boys think I am almost cool.

I even amaze Steve with a few stats here and there.

Most of all I like that they say things as they really are.

Players, just do what you are getting paid for.
Play ball, just ball, no politics, just sports.

Now if only I can find a station that tells Hollywood and Washington to do the same.
My mornings would be set.

Then again, if the players aren't listening,
Hollywood and Washington probably aren't either.

Thursday, February 2, 2012


... so my perfect moment has come and gone, and many more moments have been replaced.  Many wonderful, some not so great, and the rest just the usual.

Days seem to fly by and I wonder how things never seems to slow down.
I fear I may be missing some of these moments because...
I forgot to pay attention...
I forgot that my first born is going to be a senior next year...
Wasn't it  yesterday that I was watching him on the sideline playing soccer praying that he would  kick the ball in the right direction.  Now I pray he is headed in the right direction when he is driving himself home.

Didn't I just turn 30?

Wasn't I just praying that my baby boy #3 would sleep just for a moment?...
Alright that one I am still praying for, it been 10 years, pretty sure he's not sleeping anytime soon.

It seems only yesterday when I cried hearing the news that baby boy #4 would most likely never walk, never talk, and the outcome of his life was uncertain...
Yet he proved them all wrong and does all of the above, perhaps not in the way most of us do, but he gets it done.

Yep moments are fleeting...

And because this is so I have chosen a new word to center me this year. 


present: a moment in time, between past and future; now. Being, alert, at hand.  Attentive.  A gift.

Now not sure my kids would call me a gift, but perhaps some day they will. 
For now I will work on the present. 
The me that I can control and do so if need be moment to moment.
Perhaps even see those moments that I thought had passed.

At the present time I am off to bed, work is put away, dishes are done, and all my blessings are quietly tucked into bed in preparation for the world they must face tomorrow.