Wednesday, September 28, 2011


I apologize in advance for anyone who I might offend...
but sometimes you just gotta say what's on your mind.

Workin' too much!

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Monday, September 19, 2011

Senior Photo Sneak Peek!

Our lovely daughter.
So proud.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Crazy,Senior, Band Mom

Life is FLYING by!
A friend of mine texted me yesterday and asked if I was going to make a girls night out in honor of a dear friend who recently finished treatments for breast cancer. I had to tell her "Very sadly, no." I went on to say that I wasn't going to be able to attend the Ladies Bible Study meeting either. My last text to her was, "I am a crazy, senior, band mom."
That's the truth. That's me, alright.
I had no idea that having a senior was going to take so much time. (and money) and that having a senior in the band was going to take even more time (and money).
But I wouldn't trade it for anything. I only get one more Senior year (as a mom) and I am making the most of it. Likely, I will drive my daughter crazy because I plan on attending every football game - even chaperoning the away games (unless I am out of town - like this weekend for work), plan on wearing obnoxious band mom t-shirts, framing gigantic photos and putting them up in our home, and soaking up every moment before the empty nest hits next year.
Today, we spent a couple of hours on a senior photo shoot! How much fun it was! I can't wait to see the proofs. I can hardly believe that my "baby" is a senior in high school and what a beautiful woman she has become.

I am a crazy, senior, band mom. No doubt.

Our daughter and her boyfriend

Monday, September 12, 2011


I am reminded of this again and it is mostly due to the fact that I continually think that I have power - even if ever so slight.
I returned yesterday from a retreat for women in recovery. It is a weekend that I have gone to every year for the past six years. While there, I am very aware of my powerlessness. Powerless against the effects of alcoholism, powerless against loss, powerless against anything, really. And I know that God is the One who is all powerful.
But the very next day, I think I can control the universe.
I know it is a ploy. The devil wants me to believe that I am stronger.
But, I believe him, and regret it.
But, progress, not perfection.

Came to believe that a power greater than ourselves could restore us to sanity.

Yes, I do believe that.