Another long gap between posts here for me. The summer months seem too just get away from me. I suppose having two very active children will do that to you. I kind of disappoint myself when I say that I am ready for the whole baseball thing to be over. I love baseball-I played ball from the age of 7 until 25. The mad-sci and I played a couple seasons of co-ed ball when I was in my 30s but I don't really count it since all we really won were the beer trophy's. A sign of the times-my times. Before children times. Whatever, this year T-Dog's season seems to be dragging on forever. Next year will be more of a challenge when both boys are playing. I am in the home stretch now though, 2 more games and one more week end tournament. So that has my thoughts turning to school starting and all the preparation I need to do for that.
It has been a strange time in the world. Losing Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson has had me thinking just how fast time gets away. Gosh, those two were both icons in my time. It was sad to lose them-although I have to say I did not spend 4-6 hours yesterday in front of my television. Since they really weren't a part of my life I did not spend a great amount of time mourning them. I probably spent more time mourning for myself and just how fast time has sped by. Seems like yesterday when all the guys were trying to do the moon walk at our junior high school dances. That and the fact that one of my best buddies from junior high left a message on my facebook asking; "where have you been? I have been looking for you for 27 years?"
Twenty seven years???? Really? How do 27 years speed by like that?
Imagine my Mom and Dad, who on the 4th of July celebrated their 56th wedding anniversary. Then this coming Saturday my Mother celebrates her 75th birthday. If I am freakin about how much time has passed I can only imagine how my folks are feeling. I can remember sitting at the lunch table in the 4th grade and discussing with my friends how old our Moms are. My Mom was 40 at the time-and she was old. LOL Life plays those tricks I guess...at 45 years old I am thinking geesh 75 isn't THAT old!
What makes me feel old is this:
Sitting on a curb watching my hometown 4th of July parade with my kids, my Mother and one of my sisters and a float passes by. "Look at all the pretty girls" I say to my boys who both look away and pretend they don't hear me. Imagine my surprise (and T-Dogs) as one of those pretty girls on the float stands up and yells: "THOMAS!"
Yep, some junior princess on a float knows my baby. My sister would have taken a picture but she couldn't decide who (T-Dog or his Mom) had the better look of surprise. I am pretty sure if there would have been a hole big enough my baby would have crawled right in and buried himself. He gave me 'the look" and I am smart enough to not say one word. I recovered pretty well, kept my mouth shut and just raised an eyebrow. "Awww Mom, I knew her in 2nd grade" Thomas says (with a pink tinted face). Oh well second grade.... that was like.......... eons ago.
I wish I could make my boys understand how fast time really does go by. But I know they will learn it as I have. I just wish they knew so they could hold each moment a little more and not rush to grow up. I'd like that for my boys.
Why do so many years have to pass us by before we learn the really important stuff?
A picture taken 5 years ago when I took the
boys to Idaho for a wedding. Twenty-five
hours (one way) in a car and TanMan wasn't
even 1 year old. We are sitting outside the
church and it was 103 degrees when this
picture was taken. I look a whole lot better
than how I was really feeling at that point.
