If you stand for nothing, you will fall for anything.

This past weekend, we attended a lovely football gathering held by our football coaches. In an effort to get to know everyone, they took a photo of each family and posted on their website. Here is our family in all of our glory. Yes, Pyper is wearing swim goggles - because just like her mother, she listens to the beat of her OWN drum. It was a nice picnic at Arnold park, and we finally felt like part of team. The coaches are doing a really good job at building moral, involving the family and dealing with the boys. There are 21 boys on the team, and after this day, we all felt a little closer to the cause and a little more involved. To say that it was nice would be an understatement. The picnic was from 3 to 5 - we were there from 2 to 8:30pm. Perhaps we are a football family..............I feel my heart swaying. Time will tell.

Dear world, Today I present to you a smiling, humble, shy and sometimes sassy 8 year old. Each year he becomes more and more confident, and comfortable in his own skin. It is hard for me to imagine that together Lance and I have done this good, so far. As we begin to step foot into the 3rd grade, I take time to reflect on the last year. Rylan has had a few trials over the summer and he has rocked them out like a true rock starr. He continues to grow in leaps in bounds, bounce back from surgery, and take his family dysfunction in stride. His dad becomes his shining light and center for direction more and more each day. *which is a scary thought at times*. As Rylan looks more to his dad, he relies less and less on me. Sure he may need the occasional hug or two, but not alot. He walks around with half my heart as he continues to enter the big world. Him and his dad are bonding over sports, tv, fishing and general boy stuff - like farting. Gone are the days of bottles, baby baths,

Ever wonder why we keep on making the same mistake? Like recently when I took Lance to a work function last week and once again he acted a fool. Deep down I knew better than to ask him, let alone bring him. So grab your best cup of joe , or your fav ' beer and take a moment to thank god you are not me. I get tickets from a work consultant to a luxury suite at a recent cardinal game. *for the record I am not a game girl - I don't drink beer, I get bored, and the seats hurt my butt after too long. As a rule of thumb I just don't go. Lance and Rylan go to at least 3 games a year. Lance is a game freak, he prob goes closer to 5 or 6 times a year w/ friends. * So I get the kids arrangements made, get home from work early and mind you I have to work the next day. The game is a Wed night game, and my butt has to be to work on Thurs for a 7 am staff meeting. I already want to gauge my eyeballs out, I HATE 7 am staff meetings - who does that shit? So we go to the game, there ar

reminding myself to breath and not miss the moments- they are growing up so darn fast!!

Thank you to bun and Farrell for the response............ Farrell for the record I would luv lunch or happy hour. I know we keep talking about it we just never seem to get there - I 'think' I am really close to your work these days. We should plan on it in the near future. Bun - I may need an apt. ; I don't have the link - if you send it that might be good. The weekend was good. I kept my sisters kids Sat into Sunday early afternoon. I took them to the pool for a few hours. I swear I looked like I was running a darn day-care. It was fun non the less. We got milk-shakes afterwards, ordered pizza then settled in to watch Icarly. My soul needed some down time with the 'small fries.' Sunday my sister took all the kids home w/ her for a few hours, and Lance left to go brew beer w/ a friend. Bottom line, I was home alone for part of the day. I spent most of it being rather productive....I cleaned out Rylan's closet, got him ready for school. That my friends

I have been avoiding this blog thing for awhile now - maybe a week or so. I have alot to say, but have learned over the last year or two that it is not always ideal to place ALL of my thoughts on this site. I would like to think that I use this site as my own personal 'bitch session' but the reality of it is - I have avoided the 'bitch session' aspect of it completely. For several reasons - 1) Afraid that once I put my emotions out there (here), I will never be able to take them back. And, well hell, that is not good. I am the type of person that needs to vent, be ugly, think I am right and then sleep on it. The problem with posting my emotions --well, by the time I have worked them and changed direction. I have already done some damage that I didn't really mean to do. *this folks has been a hard lesson to learn.* I have put things out here before that I stand by for the moment they were put out there, but hurt people in the process. And suddenly I am sorry bey