Wow, it's been two weeks since I updated the blog. That would coincide right around when Adam left to California for training. That said, it means I was left to drive Addison all around Georgia for baseball.
This is kind of confusing...Addison played recreation baseball for the town of Pooler. That season ended a few weeks ago. He was one of 12 boys in his age group chosen to be an All-Star for the town. That entailed practices several times a week. He also plays for a traveling tournament team. I know. Basically, it ends up being a shit ton of baseball.
Three weeks ago we had a tournament for the All-Stars in Lyons, Ga. Two days of traveling back and forth. Two weeks ago we were down in Brunswick, Ga., back and forth for two days. Last week we were in Blackshear, Ga., for three days, back and forth.
For a girl who bought her '04 Saturn brand new five years ago and had less than 15,000 miles on it, this was a lot of traveling. I put more than 1,300 miles on my car in those weeks. And, Adam was gone.
But I'm not going to complain. I'm thrilled Addison is good at baseball. I enjoyed our time together through all those hours. Sometimes his friends came with us, and I know he enjoyed that too.
I really could have done without the 100+ degree weather we endured for hours on end. But hey, it's Georgia, right?
Army wife of 22 years, mom of a 19-year-old who is cooler than me, finder of my dog soulmate, self-proclaimed badass.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
Because it's officially summer...
Addison's officially out of school as of last Friday. It's nice to have someone around during the day with me. I'm sure we'll get on each other's nerves at some point, but for now we're totally chillin'.
Although there aren't any kids in the neighborhood that Addison will deem cool enough to play with, he is still involved in baseball, so we have practice almost every weeknight and tournaments on the weekend so he's able to see his friends. We hang out with the other cool baseball parents so that's nice too.
The difference between this summer vacation and others is vast. Fort Benning/Columbus is a big vacuous nowhere. There's not much to do there. But the Savannah area? There's tons of stuff for us to do, and I look forward to spending the summer with the boy, learning more and more about this area I love so much and never want to leave.
Bring on the summer fun!
Although there aren't any kids in the neighborhood that Addison will deem cool enough to play with, he is still involved in baseball, so we have practice almost every weeknight and tournaments on the weekend so he's able to see his friends. We hang out with the other cool baseball parents so that's nice too.
The difference between this summer vacation and others is vast. Fort Benning/Columbus is a big vacuous nowhere. There's not much to do there. But the Savannah area? There's tons of stuff for us to do, and I look forward to spending the summer with the boy, learning more and more about this area I love so much and never want to leave.
Bring on the summer fun!
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Because in my past life I might have lived south of the equator...
I like hot weather. There's something sultry about it. It warms my bones, it warms my soul.
Yes I'm the same girl that lived in New England for 22 years. I enjoyed watching the snow fall, but didn't last long playing in it. I hated being cold and wet.
It's true the first year I lived in Georgia I actually started crying because it was still hovering near the 90-degree mark in late September. My body wasn't used to it. It was supposed to be cool and crisp and the leaves were supposed to change to beautiful colors, not dry up and fall to the ground.
Now, 13 years later, I enjoy the hot, sticky weather. I suppose my blood has thinned, and my psyche has gotten used to it. Disney World in July? We didn't think twice about planning our vacation there. When we invited my brother-in-law to be our "manny" he said something about the heat there in Florida. He's a northerner.
My ultimate dream is to be a beach bum in Key West, with a boat drink in one hand, my Kindle in the other, singing along to Jimmy Buffett tunes. A girl can dream, can't she?
Yes I'm the same girl that lived in New England for 22 years. I enjoyed watching the snow fall, but didn't last long playing in it. I hated being cold and wet.
It's true the first year I lived in Georgia I actually started crying because it was still hovering near the 90-degree mark in late September. My body wasn't used to it. It was supposed to be cool and crisp and the leaves were supposed to change to beautiful colors, not dry up and fall to the ground.
Now, 13 years later, I enjoy the hot, sticky weather. I suppose my blood has thinned, and my psyche has gotten used to it. Disney World in July? We didn't think twice about planning our vacation there. When we invited my brother-in-law to be our "manny" he said something about the heat there in Florida. He's a northerner.
My ultimate dream is to be a beach bum in Key West, with a boat drink in one hand, my Kindle in the other, singing along to Jimmy Buffett tunes. A girl can dream, can't she?
Monday, June 8, 2009
Because I'm back from the brink...
Last Sunday (May 31) I woke up feeling like crap. Normally it would be a hangover that I would think made me feel like that, but this was different.
I didn't feel right. Kind of dizzy, throat kind of sore.
Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday were much of the same. I was mobile and getting stuff done, but I didn't feel quite right.
Then Thursday came and I was down for the count. I never sleep during the day even though I could since Addison's at school, but I slept. I knew I had a fever. You just know these things, maybe because I felt like I was going to spontaneously combust at any moment.
Friday was the same. I could barely get off the couch to go to the bathroom. I know I'm sick when I don't have a drop of alcohol on a Friday night.
Saturday I didn't feel great, but I was able to shower, which was badly needed. Greasy hair and me are not very compatible.
I finally feel about 90% normal. There's a ton of this sickness going around, so if you should befall the curse of the sickness, seriously, take it easy. And good luck.
I didn't feel right. Kind of dizzy, throat kind of sore.
Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday were much of the same. I was mobile and getting stuff done, but I didn't feel quite right.
Then Thursday came and I was down for the count. I never sleep during the day even though I could since Addison's at school, but I slept. I knew I had a fever. You just know these things, maybe because I felt like I was going to spontaneously combust at any moment.
Friday was the same. I could barely get off the couch to go to the bathroom. I know I'm sick when I don't have a drop of alcohol on a Friday night.
Saturday I didn't feel great, but I was able to shower, which was badly needed. Greasy hair and me are not very compatible.
I finally feel about 90% normal. There's a ton of this sickness going around, so if you should befall the curse of the sickness, seriously, take it easy. And good luck.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Because it's so AWEFUL...
I consider myself to be a pretty good speller. I attribute this to my love of reading anything and everything. I've been devouring books since I learned how to read, and I know this has only been a good thing.
What is really, really bothering me lately is misspelled words. I just saw "awful" spelled "aweful" and "breath" spelled "breathe."
I understand not everyone is a good speller, but seriously, "aweful"? I like to make fun of Adam because in every letter he's ever written me from overseas, he spells "truly" as "truely." I can see where this would happen, and it's usually included in a very nice sentiment, so I let it slide.
With the advent of Facebook and Twitter, my grammar bitch comes out. I don't say anything, but if I see "your" and "you're" wrong one more time, I really will scream.
Did I mention I worked at a newspaper for 10 years as a copy editor? That would explain it. If I can just keep my red pen off the computer screen, I'll be good.
What is really, really bothering me lately is misspelled words. I just saw "awful" spelled "aweful" and "breath" spelled "breathe."
I understand not everyone is a good speller, but seriously, "aweful"? I like to make fun of Adam because in every letter he's ever written me from overseas, he spells "truly" as "truely." I can see where this would happen, and it's usually included in a very nice sentiment, so I let it slide.
With the advent of Facebook and Twitter, my grammar bitch comes out. I don't say anything, but if I see "your" and "you're" wrong one more time, I really will scream.
Did I mention I worked at a newspaper for 10 years as a copy editor? That would explain it. If I can just keep my red pen off the computer screen, I'll be good.
Monday, June 1, 2009
Because I'm 35...
Yep, that's right, on Friday I turned 35 years old. I knew it sounded old, but didn't really think about it until my mom sort of intimated that yeah, it did seem sorta old. She remembered being 35, like the way I remember turning 10, which Addison will do in two weeks.
It sounds so jaded, but age really is a number, at least to me. I celebrate a birthday every year (duh) but have failed to feel older. I feel much wiser and calmer, but not older. I don't honestly know how "old" feels.
I see this as a good thing. If I start wearing mom jeans and getting my hair set every week, then I'll start worrying.
It sounds so jaded, but age really is a number, at least to me. I celebrate a birthday every year (duh) but have failed to feel older. I feel much wiser and calmer, but not older. I don't honestly know how "old" feels.
I see this as a good thing. If I start wearing mom jeans and getting my hair set every week, then I'll start worrying.
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