Random thoughts for the holdiay weekend....

College (and high school and mighty mite) football start this weekend. We are skipping Cade's Jamboree game to go to Fayetteville tonight so he can go to the Razorback game with Jay tomorrow. Actually we didn't realize we would be missing one of Cade's games when we made these plans. This is the first year they've done the Jamboree. I am oh so sad to be missing it....2 different age groups of teams, 4 different schools, 90+ degree weather, a sweaty 2 year old.....let me pause and wipe the tears from my eyes.... 

I've been sewing up a special game day outfit for Camryn. I could really get into this SEC dress up for games thing. If only I were 14 years younger and xx pounds slimmer and had unlimited funds....So I will dress up Camryn instead. I'm dedicated enough that I woke up at 5:30 am to finish Camryn's dress. Of course I wasn't able to completely finish it so I may have to use Nana's machine tonight. And Camryn won't care a thing about it. Since it is a pillowcase dress she will have it untied and running naked through Nana's house before they are done with the National Anthem.... 

This week the Miller Fall Festival is going on. I think it is true that you love your hometown festival but another town's just isn't the same. I'd never dream of going anywhere else but Sheldon the 3rd weekend in August, but I was the one to suggest that Jay and Cade go to the Razorback game. Skipping the festival didn't really bother me a lot....again, let me wipe the tears from my eyes about not having a fish sandwich this year. That is definitely a local tradtion that this non-local has yet to understand. Much like Jay's dislike for Chicken Annie's or Mary's....who eats spaghetti with chicken??? You just don't get it if you weren't raised on it.

 I actually have enjoyed the past festivals. When Cade was a little younger he would ride with his friends and then the parents would talk while we waited for them. Now Cade is big enough that we let him have a touch more freedom and don't helicopter around him as much. At least not on Wednesday and Thursday nights when it isn't as crowded. Wednesday night he ran around with his friends, Jay and our youth minister sat at our church booth and I was there as entertainment for Camryn. I had to rescue her from one of the rides because she was screaming and sweating so much. Also her diaper leaked really bad towards the end of the evening. My entire thigh on my jeans was wet plus it was running down my leg. Kolton, our youth minister, was completely disturbed by it. I'm afraid we may cause him to never want children. Camryn and I finished the night in the "ban" watching a movie. So shopping in Fayetteville tomorrow or spending the day doing more of the above mentioned in 90 degree heat...hmm let me think.......I'll try the festival again in 2014.

 The jury is still out on if Camryn and I will make an appearance at Freedom Fest Sunday evening.....It depends on the temperature and how much sweating may be involved. With a young child I measure my want of doing something vs the amount of sweat it will create. I'm not much into sweating unless I'm purposely exercising for my heatlh or some other activity where sweating is normal, like weeding the garden. Walking through Wal-Mart should not make me sweat, but with kids it will cause me to sweat buckets. Sitting at home and watching Little Einstiens for the 7896 time might win out over sweating in a pitch black field. It also doesn't help that the field is pitch black - I mean black and I'm afraid my child will get away from me and it would be almost impossible to find them. I made Cade wear a leash back when he was little....Actually he might still need the leash since he has his Uncle Terry's tendendcy to wander away.... 

I hope everyone has a wonderful Labor Day weekend! Hopefully there won't be any sweating involved. Unless of course you are trying to sweat then by all means sweat away!!!

The Letter Writing Campaign

I think the one word that would describe my life right now overwhelmed. I even seem to be to overwhelmed to make a coherent post for my blog. There are so many things that I need to blog about for our own memories but I can't seem to do it. I'm also struggling with laundry, household tasks, my job, training someone else, getting ready for the big

office move, school starting, etc. So I've pretty much decided I need to move

forward with new posts instead of waiting until I get the old ones done... Because they may never get done...

So today's topic is the letter writing campaign I have going inside my head continuously this time of year. There is something about August that takes my normal temperament and shortens it to next to nothing. Actually this year I figured out what triggered it...the FB post showing all the Mighty Mite dates and times.

 If you've read this blog for any amount of time you know my feelings on Mighty Mites. Jay thinks I have some deep psychological thing left over from my HS days where I was involved in everything. Once I got out of HS I developed a real issue about being told when, where and what time I'm required to be somewhere.  I Really can't stand that.  So seeing my evenings and Saturdays being sucked away by a bunch of over zealous football dads on a FB post the end of July makes me irritable. Them once I get irritable about that other things irritate me- like back to school routines. Then I wind up wanting to write letters to every organization that gets under my skin. I've only actually mailed one of these letter. But I've got them composed in my head. And I could produce them in an instant. 

Here is a sample of what I'd like to say right now...

Dear Upper Mgt:

If I get asked one more time how many inches of files will be going Springfield or Joplin you will hear me scream in your cushy office. If you ask me one more time how many boxes we will need to pack up roughly 75 drawers of files plus the personal contents of 6 people I will cuss you out in my head. Just order some bankers boxes and leave me alone. Please. You are greatly contributing to my need to write these letters. Also... We are building multi-million dollar offices but we can't hire a U-Haul??? That is asinine. 

Dear Mighty Mites

On a whole I just really don't like what you are. You suck my evenings away. I'm stuck in my car, in the rain, while watching you continue to practice. Again, I'm cussing you in my head. I don't dislike you quite as much as I did before I got my DVR but you still irritate me. At least though I'm not also missing CSI while I'm visualizing punching the dad, who I heard tell some kids to get their asses over here. And don't get me started on how you print a schedule with one time on it for Saturday's game and then change it Thursday night. 

Dear Missouri State Fair

You probably think I'm writing this about your Rodeo fiasco. While I'm irritated about how you completely blew that out of proportion I'm more irritated at you on a personal level. While the rest if us were required to have our cattle there Friday morning a select few we're allowed to bring theirs Saturday night. Also, what is the deal with bringing the cattle in from tie-outs? Jay was a few minutes late because Cade woke up with a huge blister so they had to stop for band-aids. You almost didn't let them in. So we paid our money and you were going to make us sit there all day??? Clearly you need to realign your priorities. Are you going to micro manage the rodeo or the cattle barns??  You might want to decide because it doesn't look like you can do both very well. 

Dear School

Why must we have so much homework??  Jay and I already know our math. The only thing that gets accomplished with homework is yelling and crying at each other. It doesn't make for a good evening.  I'm not sure I'm mentally ready for homework at this juncture in my life. I'd like to decline it if possible. Also, I know you will roll your eyes when I say this (because Jay and Cade do) BUT I had 12 people in my HS class. I never had homework in elementary, I also learned to write in cursive and I managed to be successful at Missouri State.  I will probably repeat that same line 5 or 6 more times

This fall while I'm contemplating running from my kitchen screaming. The thought of homework makes me want to pass my house in the evenings and just keep on driving. Right now I can only manage one thing an evening. I can't seem to cook, clean and do laundry all in the same night. Clearly I don't have time for homework every night . If you could just limit it to Tuesday nights I'd be grateful. 

Dear 3rd Grade Teacher

When I think about these letters every fall I'd still like to write one to you. I want to personally thank you for sending home 40 triple digit addition problems, when you hadn't even taught it yet on a Wednesday night. After a year of adoption and fertility struggles all I wanted was to watch the season premier of The Middle. I just needed 30 minutes of entertainment. Instead there was weaping and gnashing of teeth. Im willing to take some of the blame for that awful year- 2 failed embryo cycles and a failed

adoption I  dont think i was very pleasant. I also think Jay intimidated you, which was not our intention. But after a year of frustration Jay finally talked to the principal. Later we found out he was your boyfriend. Whoops!!  Three years later we still laugh about that faux pas.  

I've only actually sent one letter. And that guy deserved it!! Of course Jay was

Horrified that I actually sent one.  Tonight Jay told me I was acting weird. I told him it was my letter writing time. He rolled

His eyes and said that this was the time of year I mailed the letter to so and so. Jay avoided that guy for a couple of years.  So if you get a letter from me in August or September you might open it with caution.