It's official. Carter is now employed in the Data Analysis Department for the school store. He starts training tomorrow to learn the Excel spreadsheet program and other aspects of the job. His life will never be the same!
We were talking at work just yesterday about jobs and life changes because our friend Katy is leaving our company for a new job (good for her!) and the husband of one of my co-workers has decided to quit his longtime job at the foundry to go to truck-driving school. Their lives, too, will never be the same.
My friend Sandy commented that we become "different people" about every 7-10 years. A "person" often defined, or at least influenced, by our current relationships, job situation or geographic location. Think about that.
Professionally, I was at my last job at the newspaper for 7+ years. At the end of that adventure I can clearly state that one, I was a different person, different employee, than when I started 7 years earlier. Two, I know I changed when I moved on to my current job, too.
Personally, I can guarantee you that some people who knew me 10 years ago are astonished at the changes in me over the course of a decade. For the better, of course. I made some important life decisions because I wanted to be a "different person."
And motherhood... Wow. Was I missing out! I wouldn't trade that for the world!
Today, my hubby and I look around and see we have a different circle of friends, too, some through work but a lot through church, through our neighborhood (where we've been 7+ years now) and through parenting (classmate and team parents). I can't imagine life without these people in it.
If we follow this 7- to 10-year pattern of evolution, it seems my 10-year gig is up. Is it time for another change? Personally or professionally? Will being 40 make me a "different person"? Can I control who I want to be or do I just roll with the changes?
Remember, being different doesn't mean it's good or bad. It's just, well, different. You might even like it. I know it's been good for me so far!
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Monday, September 29, 2008
Down to the Wire
As an editor, I guess you could say I'm deadline-driven... either that, or a professional procrastinator in disguise. Or perhaps both, depending on the circumstances.
I think it runs in the family. Carter is just now finishing up that book I mentioned last night. I don't think he'll be waiting until the last minute the next time. But we've all been there -- and still make that mistake sometimes. Don't you find it easier to do things in small segments or chunks rather than one overwhelming task that must be completed in not nearly enough time?
I wish the Minnesota Twins had thought of that. They've had all season to win a game or two more here and there and now it is down to the wire. Down to the "overwhelming task" of accomplishing something in one game. A victory over the White Sox in order to move on to the playoffs. Today's game between the White Sox and the Tigers was out of their control. Had the Tigers won, the Twins would have sneaked onto the next level. But that didn't happen. The White Sox, who also could have accomplished their wins in small segments and chunks, didn't do that either. Tomorrow's game is going to be a good one!
Carter still insists he is a White Sox fan, so I'll have rivalry at work and at home. I think hubby would side with me, but he is leaving in the early morning for a work trip to Baltimore for the week. So it will just be me and my Homer Hankies hoping for a last-minute, end-of-season thrill. Yup, I thrive on deadlines like that. Go Twins!
I think it runs in the family. Carter is just now finishing up that book I mentioned last night. I don't think he'll be waiting until the last minute the next time. But we've all been there -- and still make that mistake sometimes. Don't you find it easier to do things in small segments or chunks rather than one overwhelming task that must be completed in not nearly enough time?
I wish the Minnesota Twins had thought of that. They've had all season to win a game or two more here and there and now it is down to the wire. Down to the "overwhelming task" of accomplishing something in one game. A victory over the White Sox in order to move on to the playoffs. Today's game between the White Sox and the Tigers was out of their control. Had the Tigers won, the Twins would have sneaked onto the next level. But that didn't happen. The White Sox, who also could have accomplished their wins in small segments and chunks, didn't do that either. Tomorrow's game is going to be a good one!
Carter still insists he is a White Sox fan, so I'll have rivalry at work and at home. I think hubby would side with me, but he is leaving in the early morning for a work trip to Baltimore for the week. So it will just be me and my Homer Hankies hoping for a last-minute, end-of-season thrill. Yup, I thrive on deadlines like that. Go Twins!
Sunday, September 28, 2008
A Day of un-Rest
Sunday isn't always a day of rest for our family.
I got up pretty early to go to work and try to catch up on a few things that were neglected Friday while I was off gallivanting in Warrens in search of fun and funnel cakes. I made sure I was home by mid afternoon since I knew we had other plans.
Due to our convenient location in the center of the state, we occasionally get to see friends and family who come to the area for work meetings and conferences. My sister Renell is at a trade show in Wisconsin Dells today through Tuesday. The fun for me was that I got to visit with my sister. The fun for Carter was that she was staying at Kalahari, one of the gigantic indoor water parks down there.
The first sight that greeted us was this little "kitty" that had been at the park for the afternoon. We all got to pet it -- gently on the back -- before it headed home. Big Sweetie!
Carter and Renell were the only ones who went swimming. I know from experience that some of the slides are a bit jarring on my back. Plus my legs were still feeling the impact of all that hiking yesterday. So Renell's friend Bill, Jim and I sat in the poolside TV area and watched sports. (The Twins aren't out of it yet!!)
We went out to eat at the Cracker Barrel and were home by Carter's bedtime. He has to have a book read by Tuesday morning, though, so he is up for a little bit getting some of that read. He thought (and so we thought) he could get it read over the weekend, but I forget he doesn't read as fast as us adults. So I'm thinking Monday will be a reading day. It's not entirely his fault since he couldn't really read while floating around on an inner tube.
Just because Sunday isn't a day of rest for us, doesn't mean it can't be a day of fun. Monday, however, will be a different story...
I got up pretty early to go to work and try to catch up on a few things that were neglected Friday while I was off gallivanting in Warrens in search of fun and funnel cakes. I made sure I was home by mid afternoon since I knew we had other plans.
Due to our convenient location in the center of the state, we occasionally get to see friends and family who come to the area for work meetings and conferences. My sister Renell is at a trade show in Wisconsin Dells today through Tuesday. The fun for me was that I got to visit with my sister. The fun for Carter was that she was staying at Kalahari, one of the gigantic indoor water parks down there.
The first sight that greeted us was this little "kitty" that had been at the park for the afternoon. We all got to pet it -- gently on the back -- before it headed home. Big Sweetie!
Carter and Renell were the only ones who went swimming. I know from experience that some of the slides are a bit jarring on my back. Plus my legs were still feeling the impact of all that hiking yesterday. So Renell's friend Bill, Jim and I sat in the poolside TV area and watched sports. (The Twins aren't out of it yet!!)We went out to eat at the Cracker Barrel and were home by Carter's bedtime. He has to have a book read by Tuesday morning, though, so he is up for a little bit getting some of that read. He thought (and so we thought) he could get it read over the weekend, but I forget he doesn't read as fast as us adults. So I'm thinking Monday will be a reading day. It's not entirely his fault since he couldn't really read while floating around on an inner tube.
Just because Sunday isn't a day of rest for us, doesn't mean it can't be a day of fun. Monday, however, will be a different story...
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Ready, Set... Hike!
I imagine when a football team is down by 3 touchdowns and hasn't scored yet, it feels like they have to climb a mountain to get back into the game. Unfortunately, Carter's team was not a group of mountain-climbers today. They tried, but just could reach the summit.
To take Carter's mind off the game and potentially see some fall colors, we drove up to Rib Mountain State Park in Wausau and did some mountain climbing of our own. It was overcast and the colors haven't reached their peak either, but it was still beautiful.
This Rocks! There were plenty of rocks to climb on this mountain (one of the highest points in Wisconsin). Carter thought it was cool to be as tall as the treetops. You can see some of the fall color in the background here.
Fear Factor: Daddy and Carter had no problem climbing the big lookout tower. Yes, I think it's on my Bucket List somewhere to address my fears, but I was not ready. Halfway up and I swear my heart was beating outside my chest! I wanted to turn around but kept going, clinging to the railing. I snapped this photo of the brave boys up top (one-handed while still holding that railing, of course!).
Scenic Overlook: Look at me being brave and sitting on the edge! Actually, it was just one of the lower (much lower) scenic overlooks.
Say Cheese: Now that Carter can operate the camera, we can occasionally get pictures of the hubby and me. Carter doesn't have to be in every picture, just 95%!
Trail Blazers: We ended up following trails and hiking around for a couple hours. I guess I wouldn't mind exercise like that every day if I knew the scenery was going to be this pretty.
Beautiful Backdrop: As soon as I saw this rock with the orange-red leaves behind it, I knew it was going to be our "picture rock". Too bad we didn't dress up -- it was like a personal portrait studio.
Back to Nature: Who needs professional school pictures? We were just glad to see Carter smiling and not thinking about that football game. On the way home he asked, "Whose idea was it anyway to go to Rib Mountain? Thanks!"
To take Carter's mind off the game and potentially see some fall colors, we drove up to Rib Mountain State Park in Wausau and did some mountain climbing of our own. It was overcast and the colors haven't reached their peak either, but it was still beautiful.
This Rocks! There were plenty of rocks to climb on this mountain (one of the highest points in Wisconsin). Carter thought it was cool to be as tall as the treetops. You can see some of the fall color in the background here.
Fear Factor: Daddy and Carter had no problem climbing the big lookout tower. Yes, I think it's on my Bucket List somewhere to address my fears, but I was not ready. Halfway up and I swear my heart was beating outside my chest! I wanted to turn around but kept going, clinging to the railing. I snapped this photo of the brave boys up top (one-handed while still holding that railing, of course!).
Scenic Overlook: Look at me being brave and sitting on the edge! Actually, it was just one of the lower (much lower) scenic overlooks.
Say Cheese: Now that Carter can operate the camera, we can occasionally get pictures of the hubby and me. Carter doesn't have to be in every picture, just 95%!
Trail Blazers: We ended up following trails and hiking around for a couple hours. I guess I wouldn't mind exercise like that every day if I knew the scenery was going to be this pretty.
Beautiful Backdrop: As soon as I saw this rock with the orange-red leaves behind it, I knew it was going to be our "picture rock". Too bad we didn't dress up -- it was like a personal portrait studio.
Back to Nature: Who needs professional school pictures? We were just glad to see Carter smiling and not thinking about that football game. On the way home he asked, "Whose idea was it anyway to go to Rib Mountain? Thanks!"
Friday, September 26, 2008
Shop 'til you Drop
I sometimes wonder how "retail therapy" can be good for anyone. A day of shopping just leaves me exhausted!
I got home after 11 last night from the Grey's party (good first episode!) and was out the door by 7:45 this morning. We were shopping on the streets of Warrens sometime before 9 a.m. and kept going and going like the Energizer bunny until after 4 p.m.
Most of this little town's streets are closed to make room for vendors of all kinds -- and the 110,000 people they are expected to draw over the course of the weekend. It is an unbelievable crowd. I happened to run into three people I know, which is surprising because it is so easy to be staring straight ahead at hundreds of people without really seeing any of them!
We had perfect weather, almost too warm at 80 degrees, so we had to focus on staying hydrated. It is really easy to get a bit lightheaded or queasy at this thing because you are walking from booth to booth, often on uneven ground, all the while being bombarded with the strong scents of roasting peanuts, plus various soaps and candles. It can be overwhelming!
We suffered through it, though, and I did find a few things to buy -- including fresh Kettle Corn for the guys and a Funnel Cake for my friend Becky and me. At some point during my shopping excursion, I also got a phone call from two of my sisters who were missing out on the exhaustive entertainment of shopping. I did my best to make them jealous, though, so maybe they'll join me next year!
Relaxed the best I could tonight, putting my feet up and sitting around the campfire next door. Right now I am just staying up long enough to see the Twins and White Sox scores. It's been an exciting week in baseball. Perhaps my Twins are just a bit tired tonight, too. We all need a good night's sleep so we can take on the rest of the weekend. Because we know there's never a dull moment around here...
I got home after 11 last night from the Grey's party (good first episode!) and was out the door by 7:45 this morning. We were shopping on the streets of Warrens sometime before 9 a.m. and kept going and going like the Energizer bunny until after 4 p.m.
Most of this little town's streets are closed to make room for vendors of all kinds -- and the 110,000 people they are expected to draw over the course of the weekend. It is an unbelievable crowd. I happened to run into three people I know, which is surprising because it is so easy to be staring straight ahead at hundreds of people without really seeing any of them!
We had perfect weather, almost too warm at 80 degrees, so we had to focus on staying hydrated. It is really easy to get a bit lightheaded or queasy at this thing because you are walking from booth to booth, often on uneven ground, all the while being bombarded with the strong scents of roasting peanuts, plus various soaps and candles. It can be overwhelming!
We suffered through it, though, and I did find a few things to buy -- including fresh Kettle Corn for the guys and a Funnel Cake for my friend Becky and me. At some point during my shopping excursion, I also got a phone call from two of my sisters who were missing out on the exhaustive entertainment of shopping. I did my best to make them jealous, though, so maybe they'll join me next year!
Relaxed the best I could tonight, putting my feet up and sitting around the campfire next door. Right now I am just staying up long enough to see the Twins and White Sox scores. It's been an exciting week in baseball. Perhaps my Twins are just a bit tired tonight, too. We all need a good night's sleep so we can take on the rest of the weekend. Because we know there's never a dull moment around here...
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Countdown to Fun
Will Derek and Meredith finally live happily ever after? Will George pass his intern exam? Is there a new man for Cristina?
So many questions, so few hours until Grey's!
A bunch of us from work are getting together to watch the "season opener" for Grey's Anatomy tonight. So, using questions sanctioned by my official Grey's Anatomy Trivia Board Game, I have been testing their knowledge throughout the day, emailing questions to see who responds first, who has retained the most "Grey Matter." Yes, I have other work to do and yes, I am getting it done. This just keeps us counting down to the fun!
Some will also be watching Survivor before Grey's so we are bringing treats that reflect either show. I'm bringing my famous Dirt Cake complete with gummy worms (Survivor food, right?). Yummy!
As if a girls' night out isn't enough, I will have a girls' day out tomorrow. I'll be going with a friend of mine and her family to the Warrens Cranberry Festival. What is it and where is it? It's located between Wisconsin Rapids and Tomah and it is a festival with more than 1,300 booths of arts and crafts, antiques, farm produce, you name it.
The only time I went there was 6 years ago when I hosted Wild Women's Weekend and my 6 sisters and I ventured over there. That was quite an event. This was pre-cell phone days, if you can believe it, so we were communicating through walkie-talkies and trying to get a signal, etc. That's all I'm going to say about that. What happens in Warrens, stays in Warrens.
And do I need to shop? No. I told my girlfriend I am bringing my camera. This is one of those "I can make that!" idea shopping ventures where I take pictures of things I could make ... if I had free time and talent, of course. That's part of the fun.
The other part, which goes without saying, is just hanging out with friends and not working. What more could a girl ask for?
So many questions, so few hours until Grey's!
A bunch of us from work are getting together to watch the "season opener" for Grey's Anatomy tonight. So, using questions sanctioned by my official Grey's Anatomy Trivia Board Game, I have been testing their knowledge throughout the day, emailing questions to see who responds first, who has retained the most "Grey Matter." Yes, I have other work to do and yes, I am getting it done. This just keeps us counting down to the fun!
Some will also be watching Survivor before Grey's so we are bringing treats that reflect either show. I'm bringing my famous Dirt Cake complete with gummy worms (Survivor food, right?). Yummy!
As if a girls' night out isn't enough, I will have a girls' day out tomorrow. I'll be going with a friend of mine and her family to the Warrens Cranberry Festival. What is it and where is it? It's located between Wisconsin Rapids and Tomah and it is a festival with more than 1,300 booths of arts and crafts, antiques, farm produce, you name it.
The only time I went there was 6 years ago when I hosted Wild Women's Weekend and my 6 sisters and I ventured over there. That was quite an event. This was pre-cell phone days, if you can believe it, so we were communicating through walkie-talkies and trying to get a signal, etc. That's all I'm going to say about that. What happens in Warrens, stays in Warrens.
And do I need to shop? No. I told my girlfriend I am bringing my camera. This is one of those "I can make that!" idea shopping ventures where I take pictures of things I could make ... if I had free time and talent, of course. That's part of the fun.
The other part, which goes without saying, is just hanging out with friends and not working. What more could a girl ask for?
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Earning his Keep
Today's a big day for the Austin family. Mommy's getting her hair done this morning. But that's not the big deal. My Twins kicked butt last night. But that's not it either. Carter is wearing a dress shirt and tie to school. Yep, that's the big deal.
No, he doesn't have a new dress code at school. He has a job interview!
The fifth-graders at Grant Elementary are in charge of the school store, where they sell supplies and items students typically run out of or lose. Every fifth-grader must apply for a job of their choosing but aren't guaranteed that position. Carter was initially interested in the advertising/marketing post but said "everybody" wanted that one. So now he's going for Data Analysis, where he'll learn Excel, study spreadsheets to identify sales trends and present them to the class. He had to fill out an application and get a letter of reference written by an adult, any adult, so he chose me. Do you think I had to struggle with words to oversell my kid? Not in the least.
Carter also has to apply for an in-class job, like taking attendance, monitoring the computer lab, etc. He will get paid for both jobs, too!
Well, not real money, but they will be keeping track of their payday deposits and expenses in a "check book" this year. They also will earn "money" for turning in homework on time, getting parent signatures on their daily planner, etc, but have to "pay" for privileges such as going to the bathroom when it's not a break time, forgetting signatures, etc. Each student will be allowed to "go broke" up to three times during the school year and their account will be reset (don't you wish we had that luxury?)
"There'll be things to buy, too, but for each one I'll have to decide if I really, really need that or if I should save my money for something else," says the young businessman.
I replied, "Now you know why I can't buy you something at Wal-Mart every time you ask. Some times we need money for bread or milk!"
I can't wait for him to figure that one out. This will be an interesting learning experience.
No, he doesn't have a new dress code at school. He has a job interview!
The fifth-graders at Grant Elementary are in charge of the school store, where they sell supplies and items students typically run out of or lose. Every fifth-grader must apply for a job of their choosing but aren't guaranteed that position. Carter was initially interested in the advertising/marketing post but said "everybody" wanted that one. So now he's going for Data Analysis, where he'll learn Excel, study spreadsheets to identify sales trends and present them to the class. He had to fill out an application and get a letter of reference written by an adult, any adult, so he chose me. Do you think I had to struggle with words to oversell my kid? Not in the least.
Carter also has to apply for an in-class job, like taking attendance, monitoring the computer lab, etc. He will get paid for both jobs, too!
Well, not real money, but they will be keeping track of their payday deposits and expenses in a "check book" this year. They also will earn "money" for turning in homework on time, getting parent signatures on their daily planner, etc, but have to "pay" for privileges such as going to the bathroom when it's not a break time, forgetting signatures, etc. Each student will be allowed to "go broke" up to three times during the school year and their account will be reset (don't you wish we had that luxury?)
"There'll be things to buy, too, but for each one I'll have to decide if I really, really need that or if I should save my money for something else," says the young businessman.
I replied, "Now you know why I can't buy you something at Wal-Mart every time you ask. Some times we need money for bread or milk!"
I can't wait for him to figure that one out. This will be an interesting learning experience.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
You Snooze, You Lose
When we got home from work last night, all of our digital clocks were blinking. There must have been some power outage or surge during the day. So we go about the house resetting them all, with Carter handling his own clock in his room.
It wasn't long after supper when we heard his alarm go off. Whoops, Carter. It should be a.m., not p.m.! Hours later, I am in deep, deep slumberland when my alarm goes off. I hit the snooze and realize it's straight up midnight. Whoops, Robyn. You have to reset your alarm! Two minutes later, because my clock is always fast, hubby's alarm goes off. Whoops, Jim. Were none of us paying attention?
I tell ya, I had a hard time falling back asleep, so I am tired today. But I also am fired up. It's close to the end of the regular baseball season -- and it's close for my Twins!
Tonight they open up a series against the dreaded White Sox at home. We have to win these games if we want any chance at post-season play. Our best bet is to take the Central Division. Otherwise, a lot of other circumstances have to take place in some complicated playoff scenario. Let's just beat the Sox (and the Royals this weekend) and make the playoffs.
I'm wearing a Twins shirt today and I know when I walk across the building, my buddy Joe will have his White Sox jersey on. It's a friendly rivalry. And we both said a month ago that it would all come down to this final series at the Dome. How exciting. I feel like playing hooky again -- driving over to the Cities and taking in the game.
But I better be the responsible adult and realize that besides the fact that I'm tired, it requires time and money I can't spare right now. I'll just be sure I've got popcorn and a cold, frosty root beer on hand to watch it from the couch -- and it better be on TV!
Wake up, Twins! We can't hit the snooze or reset the clock. We need some wins!
It wasn't long after supper when we heard his alarm go off. Whoops, Carter. It should be a.m., not p.m.! Hours later, I am in deep, deep slumberland when my alarm goes off. I hit the snooze and realize it's straight up midnight. Whoops, Robyn. You have to reset your alarm! Two minutes later, because my clock is always fast, hubby's alarm goes off. Whoops, Jim. Were none of us paying attention?
I tell ya, I had a hard time falling back asleep, so I am tired today. But I also am fired up. It's close to the end of the regular baseball season -- and it's close for my Twins!
Tonight they open up a series against the dreaded White Sox at home. We have to win these games if we want any chance at post-season play. Our best bet is to take the Central Division. Otherwise, a lot of other circumstances have to take place in some complicated playoff scenario. Let's just beat the Sox (and the Royals this weekend) and make the playoffs.
I'm wearing a Twins shirt today and I know when I walk across the building, my buddy Joe will have his White Sox jersey on. It's a friendly rivalry. And we both said a month ago that it would all come down to this final series at the Dome. How exciting. I feel like playing hooky again -- driving over to the Cities and taking in the game.
But I better be the responsible adult and realize that besides the fact that I'm tired, it requires time and money I can't spare right now. I'll just be sure I've got popcorn and a cold, frosty root beer on hand to watch it from the couch -- and it better be on TV!
Wake up, Twins! We can't hit the snooze or reset the clock. We need some wins!
Monday, September 22, 2008
Good Morning
I was thinking the good news this morning is that I was able to post my football pictures on Saturday's blog, but then the phone rang.
It was Carter with his morning 7:45 call. He called even though he did get up before we left the house this morning. I like that because I got to give him a hug goodbye.
So he says, "Mom, guess what?" And I thought he was going to tell me about some sports score -- I tend to get the highlights from ESPN in our daily chat. But not this morning. Instead, he says, "You weren't even around the corner down the road and I already missed you."
That will carry me through the day!
It was Carter with his morning 7:45 call. He called even though he did get up before we left the house this morning. I like that because I got to give him a hug goodbye.
So he says, "Mom, guess what?" And I thought he was going to tell me about some sports score -- I tend to get the highlights from ESPN in our daily chat. But not this morning. Instead, he says, "You weren't even around the corner down the road and I already missed you."
That will carry me through the day!
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Technical Difficulties
Our computer is acting up -- probably a sign to go outside and not be indoors worrying about Internet connections.
My football pictures didn't post on the blog so I will try again tonight or in the morning to add those to Saturday's entry, which showed up much after the fact. Kooky things happening.
I have stayed away from the keyboard most of the day. Watched the Vikings win on TV (can I call it or what?) and some of the exciting Ryder Cup. Yay! I did get out for 3-mile walk because, again, it was just too gorgeous out not to.
I came into the computer room and realized our Internet was still very slow. Hubby says it's better than dial-up. True. Someone would be dead by now if we still had dial-up. I am so NOT that patient!
Whatever our current technical difficulties are, I have to accept that I can't fix them. I don't know everything. Maybe the problem will just work itself out if I do nothing. And maybe it will take longer than I want.
But that's what happens when God is the driver's seat, right? He goes at His speed and we have the "luxury" of riding shotgun and not being in charge. If God wants to take the scenic route to the solution, he couldn't have picked a better day for it. The sun is shining. The leaves are starting to turn. He knows things.
I'm going back outside...
My football pictures didn't post on the blog so I will try again tonight or in the morning to add those to Saturday's entry, which showed up much after the fact. Kooky things happening.
I have stayed away from the keyboard most of the day. Watched the Vikings win on TV (can I call it or what?) and some of the exciting Ryder Cup. Yay! I did get out for 3-mile walk because, again, it was just too gorgeous out not to.
I came into the computer room and realized our Internet was still very slow. Hubby says it's better than dial-up. True. Someone would be dead by now if we still had dial-up. I am so NOT that patient!
Whatever our current technical difficulties are, I have to accept that I can't fix them. I don't know everything. Maybe the problem will just work itself out if I do nothing. And maybe it will take longer than I want.
But that's what happens when God is the driver's seat, right? He goes at His speed and we have the "luxury" of riding shotgun and not being in charge. If God wants to take the scenic route to the solution, he couldn't have picked a better day for it. The sun is shining. The leaves are starting to turn. He knows things.
I'm going back outside...
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Raptors Win!
Carter's football team hadn't scored since the first quarter of the first game two weeks ago. Until today. Under sunny skies and with a crowd of Carter Austin fans (brothers, grandma, aunt, uncle, cousin), they beat the mighty Stratford Tigers 21-13!
Here are a few photo highlights from the day...
Starter Carter: Due to the injury of one of the players last week, Carter got a lot of playing time this week. He played on the end a lot on both offense and defense so at least I could get some pictures.
Ocho Cinco: On defense, Carter was up against "Ocho Cinco," he said. Number 85, who was a head taller than him. He played tough and was giving the hits as much as he was taking. On one particular play, Stratford was passing to Ocho, who would have a clear shot at the end zone from the 20-yard line. The only thing between him and the ball was little Carter Austin. Carter certainly wasn't going to be able to jump to get the ball so he tackled Ocho. Before he got the ball. Yes, it was pass interference, but he saved the score. So that made it more acceptable. (No false starts this week!)
The Competition: Technically we are considered a "city team" compared to the other small towns we play. Carter heard Daddy refer to those kids as "homegrown farm kids," and he's pretty sure when he sees most of the opponents standing a foot taller than him, that there must be something in the water anyway.
Victory: There comes a time when winning is important. Today was the time. Our boys needed a win to know they could do it. To know they are just as tough as the big guys they've been up against. To remember that this still is fun! It was good timing. It will carry them this week, that's for sure. I told Carter, "This means the Vikings will win, too! They were 0-2 and you were 0-2. You gotta keep winning!"
We'll see what the rest of the season brings. We have just two goals: Keep a smile on his face and keep him out of ER.
Here are a few photo highlights from the day...
Starter Carter: Due to the injury of one of the players last week, Carter got a lot of playing time this week. He played on the end a lot on both offense and defense so at least I could get some pictures.
Ocho Cinco: On defense, Carter was up against "Ocho Cinco," he said. Number 85, who was a head taller than him. He played tough and was giving the hits as much as he was taking. On one particular play, Stratford was passing to Ocho, who would have a clear shot at the end zone from the 20-yard line. The only thing between him and the ball was little Carter Austin. Carter certainly wasn't going to be able to jump to get the ball so he tackled Ocho. Before he got the ball. Yes, it was pass interference, but he saved the score. So that made it more acceptable. (No false starts this week!)
The Competition: Technically we are considered a "city team" compared to the other small towns we play. Carter heard Daddy refer to those kids as "homegrown farm kids," and he's pretty sure when he sees most of the opponents standing a foot taller than him, that there must be something in the water anyway.
Victory: There comes a time when winning is important. Today was the time. Our boys needed a win to know they could do it. To know they are just as tough as the big guys they've been up against. To remember that this still is fun! It was good timing. It will carry them this week, that's for sure. I told Carter, "This means the Vikings will win, too! They were 0-2 and you were 0-2. You gotta keep winning!"We'll see what the rest of the season brings. We have just two goals: Keep a smile on his face and keep him out of ER.
Friday, September 19, 2008
TGIF ... Thank Golf it's Friday
Playing hooky is underrated -- especially when you do it on a day where it's sunny and nearly 80 degrees... and you have a golf club in your hand!
I am so, so glad we decided to take the day off and experience Northern Bay, a golf course just to the south of Wisconsin Rapids next to Lake Petenwell. In the advertisements for this relatively new course, they say this isn't a course you want to play; it's a course you need to play! Amen to that!
What's so great about it? They have created a course inspired by some of the most celebrated holes in golf. And we got to play them. The course has at least 6 "replica" holes -- ones any fan of golf has likely seen on television a time or two. Some were quite challenging (just like on TV) and all were just gorgeous.
The 10th hole was the one we were a bit nervous about. Seriously. You feel like you are standing on the tee of the famous island green at the TPC at Sawgrass. Sure it's only a Par 3 hole -- but there is nothing but water between you and the green. And guess what? Hubby and I both made it to the island! It was so cool to be putting and then glance in the water and see all those balls that didn't make. Ha! We are awesome!
The greens were fast, like putting on your basement floor and some were designed like those crazy ones you find on mini-golf courses -- you know the ones with multi-tiers or steep slopes. On the one hole, I was putting up a steep incline and when I fell short of the hole, the ball would roll back down. And roll back down. And roll back down. I ended up with a 9 on that hole with 5 putts! Hubby had the same thing happen and didn't fare much better. I didn't curse, though. I was just laughing and wondering where the hidden cameras where.
The play of the day belongs to Jim. We were on a Par 4 hole and he was hitting his second shot from 111 yards (we know this because there was a GPS system in the cart. Way cool.) The shot heads straight for the green and rolls towards the hole. I said, "C'mon Eagle!" and it went in! Unbelievable. Later Jim maintained it was not a legal Eagle because he had used a Mulligan after hitting his first drive out of bounds. I had forgotten about that. But at least he's honest and recorded it as a par. "I still want you to have that Eagle!" I said. Unfortunately, that's how the game goes. It was still an awesome shot. Maybe you'll see it ESPN tonight!
My only regret today, besides a few bad shots, is that I forgot the stinkin' camera! If you want to learn more about the course, you can visit their Web site at www.northernbayresort.com. Then we'll play it the next time you're in town!
I am so, so glad we decided to take the day off and experience Northern Bay, a golf course just to the south of Wisconsin Rapids next to Lake Petenwell. In the advertisements for this relatively new course, they say this isn't a course you want to play; it's a course you need to play! Amen to that!
What's so great about it? They have created a course inspired by some of the most celebrated holes in golf. And we got to play them. The course has at least 6 "replica" holes -- ones any fan of golf has likely seen on television a time or two. Some were quite challenging (just like on TV) and all were just gorgeous.
The 10th hole was the one we were a bit nervous about. Seriously. You feel like you are standing on the tee of the famous island green at the TPC at Sawgrass. Sure it's only a Par 3 hole -- but there is nothing but water between you and the green. And guess what? Hubby and I both made it to the island! It was so cool to be putting and then glance in the water and see all those balls that didn't make. Ha! We are awesome!
The greens were fast, like putting on your basement floor and some were designed like those crazy ones you find on mini-golf courses -- you know the ones with multi-tiers or steep slopes. On the one hole, I was putting up a steep incline and when I fell short of the hole, the ball would roll back down. And roll back down. And roll back down. I ended up with a 9 on that hole with 5 putts! Hubby had the same thing happen and didn't fare much better. I didn't curse, though. I was just laughing and wondering where the hidden cameras where.
The play of the day belongs to Jim. We were on a Par 4 hole and he was hitting his second shot from 111 yards (we know this because there was a GPS system in the cart. Way cool.) The shot heads straight for the green and rolls towards the hole. I said, "C'mon Eagle!" and it went in! Unbelievable. Later Jim maintained it was not a legal Eagle because he had used a Mulligan after hitting his first drive out of bounds. I had forgotten about that. But at least he's honest and recorded it as a par. "I still want you to have that Eagle!" I said. Unfortunately, that's how the game goes. It was still an awesome shot. Maybe you'll see it ESPN tonight!
My only regret today, besides a few bad shots, is that I forgot the stinkin' camera! If you want to learn more about the course, you can visit their Web site at www.northernbayresort.com. Then we'll play it the next time you're in town!
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Thoughts on a Thursday...
Writer's Block: I write a weekly column for one of the publications I oversee. The other night I had writer's block so I called my parents to ask them about something along a thread of thought I had. It was funny. I talk to my dad since he answers the phone. Then, 10 minutes later, my mom calls back to add her two cents. I told her now I know who to call for inspiration! If my clever, clever mom knew what a blog was, I know she'd be good at it! They'd have to get a computer of course, then the Internet... Well, let's ditch that rotary phone first!
Speaker of the House: Carter finally got his grade back for his class presentation about himself. The teacher indicated he went slightly over time on the coin discussion and a little off topic but that he had some interesting facts. She also said he had presented with a good voice and display of "confidence and a sense of humor." I don't where he gets that from. His parents are so shy and reserved.
Job Opening: The fifth grade class at Grant Elementary is in charge of the school store. So this week they are filling out job applications for positions there (and classroom ones, too) and will have "interviews" next week. I saw on Carter's that he put organization as one of his skills, citing his schoolwork and his room as examples. I said, "Your room?" He says, "Well Mom, just because my room isn't clean doesn't mean it's not organized!" I bet he gets a job in sales. And again, he is nothing like his parents, right?
TGIF: When I got home from bowling last night, hubby said those magic three words I've longed to hear: "Wanna golf Friday?" I do! I do! We saw the forecast and cannot pass up what may be our last summer day. We've got a tee time set up at a highly recommended course we've wanted all year to get to. Will be blogging with photos (you'll see why) on that tomorrow!
Speaker of the House: Carter finally got his grade back for his class presentation about himself. The teacher indicated he went slightly over time on the coin discussion and a little off topic but that he had some interesting facts. She also said he had presented with a good voice and display of "confidence and a sense of humor." I don't where he gets that from. His parents are so shy and reserved.
Job Opening: The fifth grade class at Grant Elementary is in charge of the school store. So this week they are filling out job applications for positions there (and classroom ones, too) and will have "interviews" next week. I saw on Carter's that he put organization as one of his skills, citing his schoolwork and his room as examples. I said, "Your room?" He says, "Well Mom, just because my room isn't clean doesn't mean it's not organized!" I bet he gets a job in sales. And again, he is nothing like his parents, right?
TGIF: When I got home from bowling last night, hubby said those magic three words I've longed to hear: "Wanna golf Friday?" I do! I do! We saw the forecast and cannot pass up what may be our last summer day. We've got a tee time set up at a highly recommended course we've wanted all year to get to. Will be blogging with photos (you'll see why) on that tomorrow!
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Fun on a 'school' night
I don't often do much in the way of social activity on what we used to call "school nights" but now are "work nights." Tonight, though, I had a double-header of entertainment and fun in little ol' Scandinavia (the town just south of Iola).
Right after work I attended a jewelry party. I told my friend I have been invited to no less than a half dozen of these Lia Sophia parties but never got to one either because of scheduling conflicts or the nagging guilt that I can make my own jewelry (no really, I can) so I shouldn't be buying any. Hubby reminded me I have plenty of sisters who might enjoy the jewelry. Sorry, ladies. I had to be selfish just this once. If I can make something that looks like it, then you might reap some benefit from this.
Despite the fact my friend was serving cheesecake, I had to duck out of the party early an head down the road to the bowling alley. I know, it sounds like a dream night, doesn't it?
Now I haven't been bowling in ages but have said I'd serve as a sub if needed. Well it's only three weeks into the season and they needed a sub. Remind me to keep my pledge to say "no" to things like being a "regular" sub. I will have to fill in a few more times since I took the trouble (it was required actually) to pay a fee to be a "sanctioned" bowler in the Wednesday Night Bowling Bags league. La-tee-da.
Well I may be a sanctioned bowler, but that doesn't mean I'm a good one. I swear this is true -- the bowling alley is honestly about the only place little ol' competitive me accepts defeat. I am lucky -- and quite content -- if I break 100. I was lucky enough to do that in all three games tonight, averaging 110. I'll take it.
Of course, there is downside to a night on the town when the town is 40 miles from home. The drive home in the dark. Had to brake for two deer, and I think I missed the rabbit. But it was better than negotiating icy curves and blinding snow, which is again why I have to remember to say no to "regular" fun but yes to an occasional double-header, even on a school night!
Right after work I attended a jewelry party. I told my friend I have been invited to no less than a half dozen of these Lia Sophia parties but never got to one either because of scheduling conflicts or the nagging guilt that I can make my own jewelry (no really, I can) so I shouldn't be buying any. Hubby reminded me I have plenty of sisters who might enjoy the jewelry. Sorry, ladies. I had to be selfish just this once. If I can make something that looks like it, then you might reap some benefit from this.
Despite the fact my friend was serving cheesecake, I had to duck out of the party early an head down the road to the bowling alley. I know, it sounds like a dream night, doesn't it?
Now I haven't been bowling in ages but have said I'd serve as a sub if needed. Well it's only three weeks into the season and they needed a sub. Remind me to keep my pledge to say "no" to things like being a "regular" sub. I will have to fill in a few more times since I took the trouble (it was required actually) to pay a fee to be a "sanctioned" bowler in the Wednesday Night Bowling Bags league. La-tee-da.
Well I may be a sanctioned bowler, but that doesn't mean I'm a good one. I swear this is true -- the bowling alley is honestly about the only place little ol' competitive me accepts defeat. I am lucky -- and quite content -- if I break 100. I was lucky enough to do that in all three games tonight, averaging 110. I'll take it.
Of course, there is downside to a night on the town when the town is 40 miles from home. The drive home in the dark. Had to brake for two deer, and I think I missed the rabbit. But it was better than negotiating icy curves and blinding snow, which is again why I have to remember to say no to "regular" fun but yes to an occasional double-header, even on a school night!
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Horseshoes and Hand Grenades
DeSean Jackson of the Philadelphia Eagles made a boneheaded play last night. I didn't see it but I heard much ado about it today and saw the video. He had the football, was running to the end zone and, just before crossing the goal line, he let the ball go in a celebratory spike of sorts. Then proceeded to do his "touchdown dance."
The problem -- it wasn't a touchdown. He let go before he crossed the line. He was close, but you know what they say: Close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades.
As we get older (yep, here comes Robyn with her newfound "I'm 40 now" wisdom), we tend not to act so prematurely. We sort of have that "I'll believe it when I see it -- but not a moment before" attitude. Probably because in our lifetimes, we've gotten burned too many times. We celebrated too early -- or perhaps got upset too early -- before something came to a conclusion.
In our house, we certainly know we can't count on a Vikings win just because they're leading by 15 points (grrr). We know on the golf course we can't count a birdie or par (or bogey for me) until we see the ball go in the hole. Carter knows he can't win a football game if his team doesn't score. Oh but it was a close game!
Sometimes close just isn't good enough.
I can't come close to meeting a deadline at work and expect my superiors to be happy about it.
I can't make a cake with close to all the ingredients and expect a tasty delight (trust me, you can't skip the baking soda).
I can't expect to come close to losing weight if I keep eating Hershey's Kisses (have you tried the new Candy Corn ones?) and don't exercise. Close will not help that zipper go up on my "skinny black jeans"!
It's probably a good thing for a lot of us that life isn't always addressed in absolutes. Sometimes we can be close and that's good enough. In fact sometimes, like when I snuggle with Carter at night and I can feel his breath on my cheek as he falls asleep, I'd say close is pretty darn good.
The problem -- it wasn't a touchdown. He let go before he crossed the line. He was close, but you know what they say: Close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades.
As we get older (yep, here comes Robyn with her newfound "I'm 40 now" wisdom), we tend not to act so prematurely. We sort of have that "I'll believe it when I see it -- but not a moment before" attitude. Probably because in our lifetimes, we've gotten burned too many times. We celebrated too early -- or perhaps got upset too early -- before something came to a conclusion.
In our house, we certainly know we can't count on a Vikings win just because they're leading by 15 points (grrr). We know on the golf course we can't count a birdie or par (or bogey for me) until we see the ball go in the hole. Carter knows he can't win a football game if his team doesn't score. Oh but it was a close game!
Sometimes close just isn't good enough.
I can't come close to meeting a deadline at work and expect my superiors to be happy about it.
I can't make a cake with close to all the ingredients and expect a tasty delight (trust me, you can't skip the baking soda).
I can't expect to come close to losing weight if I keep eating Hershey's Kisses (have you tried the new Candy Corn ones?) and don't exercise. Close will not help that zipper go up on my "skinny black jeans"!
It's probably a good thing for a lot of us that life isn't always addressed in absolutes. Sometimes we can be close and that's good enough. In fact sometimes, like when I snuggle with Carter at night and I can feel his breath on my cheek as he falls asleep, I'd say close is pretty darn good.
Monday, September 15, 2008
For Sense of Humor, Press 1
I realize there isn't a "how to" manual for parenting out there. But it must be written in some code of conduct somewhere that daddies handle the wrestling, teasing and practical jokes, and mommies always keep a steady supply of Band-Aids, warm fuzzies and morale boosters on hand. At least that's how it works in our house.
Often heard within the confines of our car or home are the words: "Not funny, Dad!"
And while hubby has resigned himself to the fact that he is not funny, he still gives humor an effort. Quite often, in fact. And sometimes, it works.
Last week was a good one. Why am I writing about last week? Well, I have been fighting the angel on my right shoulder who says "Don't blog about this or Carter will be embarrassed," while the devil on my left shoulder whispers, "Yeah, but it's funny."
Forgive me, Carter. The devil won.
I will try to keep this generic enough, however, to avoid complete humiliation.
So Carter and I have a routine set up where he calls me on football practice days when he rides the bus directly home -- just to let me know he made it home and in the house OK. Nothing major. The other day, before hanging up, he mentions something "personal" to me. Just something a boy isn't embarrassed about telling his mother or father when he knows no one else is listening.
On the way home that night, I mention this thing to Daddy, not knowing the "let's play a joke on Carter" wheels were spinning rapidly inside his head. I didn't give it another thought until after football practice when they came home and Carter was a bit miffed.... About a conversation on the way to practice that I imagine went something like this:
Daddy: Oh Carter, you really embarrassed me at work today!
Carter: How?
Daddy: Well you know how our phones have a paging system? If I can't get ahold of your mom, I just press "page" and say "Robyn Austin, dial 281. Robyn Austin, 281" and she'll hear it anywhere in the building. Well Mommy must have just paged someone when you called because the page was still on and everyone could hear your entire conversation. (This is where Daddy is really good at carrying it one step further.) So after you hung up, I'm getting all these emails from people saying, "You must be so proud!"
Carter (quite, quite, quite embarrassed): Oh I'll never be able to set foot at (our workplace) again!
After hearing this playback, I rolled my eyes and said to Carter, "C'mon. Do you really believe your dad?"
When realization dawned, he pretty much tried to tackle Daddy with a teeth-gritting "That's not funny, Dad!!!"
Jim says: "April Fools" (a bit early). And, gasp, "Miss I'll Always Protect You" Mommy was laughing, too. I guess you had to be there. But it was funny!
Since then, when Carter doesn't believe something Daddy (or evil, laughing Mommy) say to him, he just responds in his "paging" voice: "Robyn Austin, 281. Robyn Austin, 281." That's his code for saying, "You guys are full of poop." (Not that this had anything to do with that.)
Often heard within the confines of our car or home are the words: "Not funny, Dad!"
And while hubby has resigned himself to the fact that he is not funny, he still gives humor an effort. Quite often, in fact. And sometimes, it works.
Last week was a good one. Why am I writing about last week? Well, I have been fighting the angel on my right shoulder who says "Don't blog about this or Carter will be embarrassed," while the devil on my left shoulder whispers, "Yeah, but it's funny."
Forgive me, Carter. The devil won.
I will try to keep this generic enough, however, to avoid complete humiliation.
So Carter and I have a routine set up where he calls me on football practice days when he rides the bus directly home -- just to let me know he made it home and in the house OK. Nothing major. The other day, before hanging up, he mentions something "personal" to me. Just something a boy isn't embarrassed about telling his mother or father when he knows no one else is listening.
On the way home that night, I mention this thing to Daddy, not knowing the "let's play a joke on Carter" wheels were spinning rapidly inside his head. I didn't give it another thought until after football practice when they came home and Carter was a bit miffed.... About a conversation on the way to practice that I imagine went something like this:
Daddy: Oh Carter, you really embarrassed me at work today!
Carter: How?
Daddy: Well you know how our phones have a paging system? If I can't get ahold of your mom, I just press "page" and say "Robyn Austin, dial 281. Robyn Austin, 281" and she'll hear it anywhere in the building. Well Mommy must have just paged someone when you called because the page was still on and everyone could hear your entire conversation. (This is where Daddy is really good at carrying it one step further.) So after you hung up, I'm getting all these emails from people saying, "You must be so proud!"
Carter (quite, quite, quite embarrassed): Oh I'll never be able to set foot at (our workplace) again!
After hearing this playback, I rolled my eyes and said to Carter, "C'mon. Do you really believe your dad?"
When realization dawned, he pretty much tried to tackle Daddy with a teeth-gritting "That's not funny, Dad!!!"
Jim says: "April Fools" (a bit early). And, gasp, "Miss I'll Always Protect You" Mommy was laughing, too. I guess you had to be there. But it was funny!
Since then, when Carter doesn't believe something Daddy (or evil, laughing Mommy) say to him, he just responds in his "paging" voice: "Robyn Austin, 281. Robyn Austin, 281." That's his code for saying, "You guys are full of poop." (Not that this had anything to do with that.)
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Scrapo-Therapy
I was feeling pretty dejected after the Vikings loss today. So much so I realized I needed therapy!
Some people look to psychotherapists for help. Others turn to retail therapy to lift their spirits. I scrapbook.
I must be having a mentally stable year because I realized quickly I haven't scrapbooked in months. Many months. As in -- I haven't done one page on my current project since Camp Crop-A-Lot in February. Shame on me! (And I doubt I can claim a stress-free year as the reason.)
I do have a few excuses. (Don't I always?) For awhile I had to share my "scrapbooking room" with Clay while he was living with us in the spring. I didn't really feel like infringing on a teenager's turf so I stayed out of there.
Then I was working diligently on a 40th birthday book for my twin. That consumed some time. But hey, it was scrapbooking! Just not any work on my 2006 book, which I made so much progress on at camp. I've been thinking about getting back to it, just haven't. Until today.
It was the perfect day for it. Depressing game. Rainy and chilly outside. Lock myself into the scrap room, crank the heat and the relaxing instrumental music and clear my mind. It worked! I made great progress and am down to just 5 pages left to finish it!
Then it's on to 2007, not to mention 2008 by the time that one's done, Casey's graduation/school years book, Carter's school and sports books, and on and on ... Good thing I'm pyscho... I mean, in need of psycho (or scrapo) therapy!
Some people look to psychotherapists for help. Others turn to retail therapy to lift their spirits. I scrapbook.
I must be having a mentally stable year because I realized quickly I haven't scrapbooked in months. Many months. As in -- I haven't done one page on my current project since Camp Crop-A-Lot in February. Shame on me! (And I doubt I can claim a stress-free year as the reason.)
I do have a few excuses. (Don't I always?) For awhile I had to share my "scrapbooking room" with Clay while he was living with us in the spring. I didn't really feel like infringing on a teenager's turf so I stayed out of there.
Then I was working diligently on a 40th birthday book for my twin. That consumed some time. But hey, it was scrapbooking! Just not any work on my 2006 book, which I made so much progress on at camp. I've been thinking about getting back to it, just haven't. Until today.
It was the perfect day for it. Depressing game. Rainy and chilly outside. Lock myself into the scrap room, crank the heat and the relaxing instrumental music and clear my mind. It worked! I made great progress and am down to just 5 pages left to finish it!
Then it's on to 2007, not to mention 2008 by the time that one's done, Casey's graduation/school years book, Carter's school and sports books, and on and on ... Good thing I'm pyscho... I mean, in need of psycho (or scrapo) therapy!
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Soaked to the Soul
Not sure if Hurricane Ike was stronger than they predicted or if it was just coincidence rains hit my sister in Texas and us in Wisconsin Rapids -- all stinkin' day!
Carter had football this afternoon. The Rapids Raptor "gray team" took another loss, this time to the tough team from Medford. A shutout -- 18-0.
Honestly, it reminded me of a Vikings game. Always driving down to the Red Zone and failing to capitalize with a score -- either turning it over on downs or the dreaded interception. Just like us fans cursing from the couch on Sundays, it was very frustrating for the kids today.
Carter ended up having quite a bit of playing time today, mainly because one of the offensive starters got injured (nothing serious as far as we can tell). So #28, known for his blistering blocking, was thrown into some unfamiliar territory. The result: he had two of our false-start penalties. On one, the other team jumped offsides so the penalties were offset. The other, unfortunately came on a 4th down play with 2 yards to go so they were forced to pass on 4th and a bunch. The pass was intercepted. Certainly not his fault directly, but he was a bit down about it.
He did say the coach said there were a lot of things the whole team should have been doing better all along so we wouldn't have had to be in that position. I'm glad he's saying that. Some people only see the one big play, not the big picture. How every little thing adds up to the sought-after W or the unfortunate L.
I'm guilty of that, too. Not so much in sports but in life. Something goes wrong and I think the world's against me and my life is being orchestrated by the Tidy Bowl Man. Then I take a step back, see the big picture and realize I am blessed so many times over, I have no reason or right to complain. Think about that the next time you think "it sucks to be me."
Even today, standing and playing in the rain for two hours. Think of how much fun we were having in our rain compared to those devastated and possibly homeless because of that other rain.
Put away that super-sized golf umbrella and smile.
Carter had football this afternoon. The Rapids Raptor "gray team" took another loss, this time to the tough team from Medford. A shutout -- 18-0.
Honestly, it reminded me of a Vikings game. Always driving down to the Red Zone and failing to capitalize with a score -- either turning it over on downs or the dreaded interception. Just like us fans cursing from the couch on Sundays, it was very frustrating for the kids today.
Carter ended up having quite a bit of playing time today, mainly because one of the offensive starters got injured (nothing serious as far as we can tell). So #28, known for his blistering blocking, was thrown into some unfamiliar territory. The result: he had two of our false-start penalties. On one, the other team jumped offsides so the penalties were offset. The other, unfortunately came on a 4th down play with 2 yards to go so they were forced to pass on 4th and a bunch. The pass was intercepted. Certainly not his fault directly, but he was a bit down about it.
He did say the coach said there were a lot of things the whole team should have been doing better all along so we wouldn't have had to be in that position. I'm glad he's saying that. Some people only see the one big play, not the big picture. How every little thing adds up to the sought-after W or the unfortunate L.
I'm guilty of that, too. Not so much in sports but in life. Something goes wrong and I think the world's against me and my life is being orchestrated by the Tidy Bowl Man. Then I take a step back, see the big picture and realize I am blessed so many times over, I have no reason or right to complain. Think about that the next time you think "it sucks to be me."
Even today, standing and playing in the rain for two hours. Think of how much fun we were having in our rain compared to those devastated and possibly homeless because of that other rain.
Put away that super-sized golf umbrella and smile.
Friday, September 12, 2008
Snail Mail
We got two cards in the mail yesterday, one from Jim's aunt and one from my mother. It's always such a treat to get something in the mailbox that doesn't require one of us to whip out the checkboook in response.
My mother, who I know had secret aspirations of being a teacher, has impeccable handwriting -- the kind you'd probably see in one of those penmanship contests. She sent a get-well card for us to deliver to Jim's dad.
Jim's aunt sent us a thank-you note. We had dropped off a picture for her last Saturday in a our errand-laden scenic tour of central Wisconsin. She scribbled a lengthy note, and at the end noted, "My writing is good for nothing. My writing is bad but I love to write."
Both notes were equally appreciated!
I'm not sure when the last time was that I actually sent someone a handwritten note or letter. I can tell you they probably struggled to read it! My penmanship used to be OK, not wonderful, but has deteriorated to slop after years of taking swift notes and inventing my own "shorthand" as a newspaper reporter.
But you know what? It's the thought that counts. Whether it's the teacher-wannabe mom, the thoughtful scribbler aunt or the "I write like a doctor" magazine editor, people do love getting special greetings in their mailbox. I think they'd even accept something typewritten (Thank you, font gods, for the "script" selections!). At least we know they can read our special thoughts for them.
Think about that the next time you are about to type an email. Could the news wait a few days so you could send it in a card or in the form of a letter? I can just about guarantee your Snail Mail will be Smile Mail!
My mother, who I know had secret aspirations of being a teacher, has impeccable handwriting -- the kind you'd probably see in one of those penmanship contests. She sent a get-well card for us to deliver to Jim's dad.
Jim's aunt sent us a thank-you note. We had dropped off a picture for her last Saturday in a our errand-laden scenic tour of central Wisconsin. She scribbled a lengthy note, and at the end noted, "My writing is good for nothing. My writing is bad but I love to write."
Both notes were equally appreciated!
I'm not sure when the last time was that I actually sent someone a handwritten note or letter. I can tell you they probably struggled to read it! My penmanship used to be OK, not wonderful, but has deteriorated to slop after years of taking swift notes and inventing my own "shorthand" as a newspaper reporter.
But you know what? It's the thought that counts. Whether it's the teacher-wannabe mom, the thoughtful scribbler aunt or the "I write like a doctor" magazine editor, people do love getting special greetings in their mailbox. I think they'd even accept something typewritten (Thank you, font gods, for the "script" selections!). At least we know they can read our special thoughts for them.
Think about that the next time you are about to type an email. Could the news wait a few days so you could send it in a card or in the form of a letter? I can just about guarantee your Snail Mail will be Smile Mail!
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Boys' Night Out
The 10-year-old discovered about a year ago in one of those adventurous moments of "try it, you might like it" that he really likes barbecued ribs.
Every night on the way home from work we drive by this little bar and grill with a "Wednesday Night Ribs" sign outside. Hubby often says, "One of these Wednesdays I am going to take Carter out for ribs there. Just Carter and me." Last night, an open evening without football or massive homework, they finally got their guys night out.
Carter enjoyed the surprise and was even willing to share his leftovers. The last time he had ribs, and my sister RoAnn can attest to this since it was during her recent visit, the waitress doted over Carter, personally placing a "bib" on him so he wouldn't get his shirt dirty, then bringing out some club soda and a cloth when he did. If he got the same treatment last night, he and Daddy are mum about it.
The other part of the "night out" involved one of the other boys and a trip via ambulance to the hospital.
Our almost 16-year-old was apparently getting up from the couch and he fell because of a severe pain in his back. He couldn't get up and his brother and mother couldn't pick him up so they called an ambulance. Hubby went into town to meet them at the emergency room. Long story short -- it turns out he had a muscle spasm in his back. One of those things that are easy enough to treat, I guess, and should not prevent him from going to school (If you recall previous reports on this child, that's an important thing to note).
So what did I do during this Boys' Night Out? What does every woman do when she's got time to herself?! She goes to Wal-Mart! OK, I shouldn't lump all women into my "falling prices" addiction. Plus, I really just needed to get a few things! I was home in plenty of time to savor some solitude, sweating on the treadmill and eating my bowl of high-fiber cereal for supper. Who says I don't know how to have fun, too?
Every night on the way home from work we drive by this little bar and grill with a "Wednesday Night Ribs" sign outside. Hubby often says, "One of these Wednesdays I am going to take Carter out for ribs there. Just Carter and me." Last night, an open evening without football or massive homework, they finally got their guys night out.
Carter enjoyed the surprise and was even willing to share his leftovers. The last time he had ribs, and my sister RoAnn can attest to this since it was during her recent visit, the waitress doted over Carter, personally placing a "bib" on him so he wouldn't get his shirt dirty, then bringing out some club soda and a cloth when he did. If he got the same treatment last night, he and Daddy are mum about it.
The other part of the "night out" involved one of the other boys and a trip via ambulance to the hospital.
Our almost 16-year-old was apparently getting up from the couch and he fell because of a severe pain in his back. He couldn't get up and his brother and mother couldn't pick him up so they called an ambulance. Hubby went into town to meet them at the emergency room. Long story short -- it turns out he had a muscle spasm in his back. One of those things that are easy enough to treat, I guess, and should not prevent him from going to school (If you recall previous reports on this child, that's an important thing to note).
So what did I do during this Boys' Night Out? What does every woman do when she's got time to herself?! She goes to Wal-Mart! OK, I shouldn't lump all women into my "falling prices" addiction. Plus, I really just needed to get a few things! I was home in plenty of time to savor some solitude, sweating on the treadmill and eating my bowl of high-fiber cereal for supper. Who says I don't know how to have fun, too?
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
That's our Boy
The first phone call on Tuesday came at 6:29 a.m. It was Carter's afterschool babysitter. I thought maybe she was calling to say she was sick. But no, she was calling to give Carter grief about the Packer-Viking game.
Normally she wouldn't pick on a 10-year-old, but in this case she thought he deserved a little payback.
Apparently the day before our boy was talking quite a bit of smack, including but not limited to, a monetary bet and a statement like: "Wait 'til you see the paper tomorrow morning. The headline will say Vikings 1-0, Packers 0-1." Sheesh. I don't know where he gets that cocky attitude from!
Yesterday was also the day for Carter to present his items that represent his "history," who he is. Since one of the items was of the purple and yellow nature, I thought the wake-up call might be a sign of how the day was going to go for Carter. Thankfully it wasn't. Carter said his presentation went well.
This is what he stuffed into his Adidas shoebox (he got no help from me on this) -- and a condensed version of what he had to say about it:
#80 Cris Carter Vikings jersey: He told the class this represents the fact he's a Vikings fan and how he got the name Carter. (Well that's not exactly true. I saw the name in one of those "30,000 Baby Names" books and liked it. And being a Vikings fan, I certainly didn't fight the connection.) I asked if anyone teased him about. He said, "No, I wore the jersey the day before so they sort of had a clue about what was coming."
Bible: He said this represents his religion, has all the stories about Jesus, and "symbolizes the Father, Son and Holy Ghost." Hmm, not bad.
Family picture: He said he told about where Daddy and I work, where the big boys goes to school, etc. I'm sure he mentioned his kitty, too.
Coin collection: Carter brought just a sampling of his coin collection, showing them the coins his big brother Casey brought back from Germany, along with some other unique coins in his collection -- including a train-flattened penny and a B.C. coin from Greece. The kids thought that was cool.
Baseball trophy: He told them the trophy not only symbolizes his love for baseball but "represents teamwork and effort." Wow. That's good.
We're just happy to see that his moments of wisdom are not limited to cocky wise cracks. But that's our boy!
Normally she wouldn't pick on a 10-year-old, but in this case she thought he deserved a little payback.
Apparently the day before our boy was talking quite a bit of smack, including but not limited to, a monetary bet and a statement like: "Wait 'til you see the paper tomorrow morning. The headline will say Vikings 1-0, Packers 0-1." Sheesh. I don't know where he gets that cocky attitude from!
Yesterday was also the day for Carter to present his items that represent his "history," who he is. Since one of the items was of the purple and yellow nature, I thought the wake-up call might be a sign of how the day was going to go for Carter. Thankfully it wasn't. Carter said his presentation went well.
This is what he stuffed into his Adidas shoebox (he got no help from me on this) -- and a condensed version of what he had to say about it:
#80 Cris Carter Vikings jersey: He told the class this represents the fact he's a Vikings fan and how he got the name Carter. (Well that's not exactly true. I saw the name in one of those "30,000 Baby Names" books and liked it. And being a Vikings fan, I certainly didn't fight the connection.) I asked if anyone teased him about. He said, "No, I wore the jersey the day before so they sort of had a clue about what was coming."
Bible: He said this represents his religion, has all the stories about Jesus, and "symbolizes the Father, Son and Holy Ghost." Hmm, not bad.
Family picture: He said he told about where Daddy and I work, where the big boys goes to school, etc. I'm sure he mentioned his kitty, too.
Coin collection: Carter brought just a sampling of his coin collection, showing them the coins his big brother Casey brought back from Germany, along with some other unique coins in his collection -- including a train-flattened penny and a B.C. coin from Greece. The kids thought that was cool.
Baseball trophy: He told them the trophy not only symbolizes his love for baseball but "represents teamwork and effort." Wow. That's good.
We're just happy to see that his moments of wisdom are not limited to cocky wise cracks. But that's our boy!
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Right to Vote
Today is a primary election in Wisconsin. Do you plan to vote? This is a neat reminder -- especially for women -- that I received recently in an e-mail. I hope it inspires you to claim your right!
This is the story of our Grandmothers and Great-grandmothers; they lived only 90 years ago.
Remember, it was not until 1920 that women were granted the right to go to the polls and vote.
The women were innocent and defenseless, but they were jailed nonetheless for picketing the White House, carrying signs asking for the vote.
And by the end of the night, they were barely alive. Forty prison guards wielding clubs and their warden's blessing went on a rampage against the 33 women wrongly convicted of "obstructing sidewalk traffic."
They beat Lucy Burns, chained her hands to the cell bars above her head and left her hanging for the night, bleeding and gasping for air.
They hurled Dora Lewis into a dark cell, smashed her head against an iron bed and knocked her out cold. Her cellmate, Alice Cosu, thought Lewis was dead and suffered a heart attack. Additional affidavits describe the guards grabbing, dragging, beating, choking, slamming, pinching, twisting and kicking the women.
Thus unfolded the "Night of Terror" on Nov. 15, 1917, when the warden at the Occoquan Workhouse in Virginia ordered his guards to teach a lesson to the suffragists imprisoned there because they dared to picket Woodrow Wilson's White House for the right to vote.
For weeks, the women's only water came from an open pail. Their food -- all of it colorless slop -- was infested with worms.
When one of the leaders, Alice Paul, embarked on a hunger strike, they tied her to a chair, forced a tube down her throat and poured liquid into her until she vomited. She was tortured like this for weeks until word was smuggled out to the press.
So, refresh my memory. Some women won't vote this year because why, exactly? We have carpool duties? We have to get to work? Our vote doesn't matter? It's raining?
Last week, I went to a sparsely attended screening of HBO's movie Iron Jawed Angels. It is a graphic depiction of the battle these women waged so that I could pull the curtain at the polling booth and have my say. I am ashamed to say I needed the reminder.
All these years later, voter registration is still my passion. But the actual act of voting had become less personal for me, more rote. Frankly, voting often felt more like an obligation than a privilege. Sometimes it was inconvenient.
My friend Wendy, who is my age and studied women's history, saw the HBO movie, too. When she stopped by my desk to talk about it, she looked angry. She was -- with herself. "One thought kept coming back to me as I watched that movie," she said. "What would those women think of the way I use, or don't use, my right to vote? All of us take it for granted now, not just younger women, but those of us who did seek to learn." The right to vote, she said, had become valuable to her "all over again."
HBO released the movie on video and DVD. I wish all history, social studies and government teachers would include the movie in their curriculum.
It is jarring to watch Woodrow Wilson and his cronies try to persuade a psychiatrist to declare Alice Paul insane so that she could be permanently institutionalized. And it is inspiring to watch the doctor refuse. Alice Paul was strong, he said, and brave. That didn't make her crazy.
The doctor admonished the men: "Courage in women is often mistaken for insanity."
Please share this with all the women you know. We need to get out and vote and use this right that was fought so hard for by these very courageous women. Whether you vote democratic, republican or independent party -- remember to vote.
History is being made.
Why Women Should Vote
This is the story of our Grandmothers and Great-grandmothers; they lived only 90 years ago.
Remember, it was not until 1920 that women were granted the right to go to the polls and vote.
The women were innocent and defenseless, but they were jailed nonetheless for picketing the White House, carrying signs asking for the vote.
And by the end of the night, they were barely alive. Forty prison guards wielding clubs and their warden's blessing went on a rampage against the 33 women wrongly convicted of "obstructing sidewalk traffic."
They beat Lucy Burns, chained her hands to the cell bars above her head and left her hanging for the night, bleeding and gasping for air.
They hurled Dora Lewis into a dark cell, smashed her head against an iron bed and knocked her out cold. Her cellmate, Alice Cosu, thought Lewis was dead and suffered a heart attack. Additional affidavits describe the guards grabbing, dragging, beating, choking, slamming, pinching, twisting and kicking the women.
Thus unfolded the "Night of Terror" on Nov. 15, 1917, when the warden at the Occoquan Workhouse in Virginia ordered his guards to teach a lesson to the suffragists imprisoned there because they dared to picket Woodrow Wilson's White House for the right to vote.
For weeks, the women's only water came from an open pail. Their food -- all of it colorless slop -- was infested with worms.
When one of the leaders, Alice Paul, embarked on a hunger strike, they tied her to a chair, forced a tube down her throat and poured liquid into her until she vomited. She was tortured like this for weeks until word was smuggled out to the press.
So, refresh my memory. Some women won't vote this year because why, exactly? We have carpool duties? We have to get to work? Our vote doesn't matter? It's raining?
Last week, I went to a sparsely attended screening of HBO's movie Iron Jawed Angels. It is a graphic depiction of the battle these women waged so that I could pull the curtain at the polling booth and have my say. I am ashamed to say I needed the reminder.
All these years later, voter registration is still my passion. But the actual act of voting had become less personal for me, more rote. Frankly, voting often felt more like an obligation than a privilege. Sometimes it was inconvenient.
My friend Wendy, who is my age and studied women's history, saw the HBO movie, too. When she stopped by my desk to talk about it, she looked angry. She was -- with herself. "One thought kept coming back to me as I watched that movie," she said. "What would those women think of the way I use, or don't use, my right to vote? All of us take it for granted now, not just younger women, but those of us who did seek to learn." The right to vote, she said, had become valuable to her "all over again."
HBO released the movie on video and DVD. I wish all history, social studies and government teachers would include the movie in their curriculum.
It is jarring to watch Woodrow Wilson and his cronies try to persuade a psychiatrist to declare Alice Paul insane so that she could be permanently institutionalized. And it is inspiring to watch the doctor refuse. Alice Paul was strong, he said, and brave. That didn't make her crazy.
The doctor admonished the men: "Courage in women is often mistaken for insanity."
Please share this with all the women you know. We need to get out and vote and use this right that was fought so hard for by these very courageous women. Whether you vote democratic, republican or independent party -- remember to vote.
History is being made.
Monday, September 8, 2008
12 Men on the Field
It's taken a few tough "I told you so" lessons, but I finally know better than to talk too much smack before a Packers-Vikings game. Good thing I kept my mouth shut (for the most part) today.
If you've paid attention to the sports media recently, you may have heard they predict the Vikings to do well this year, mainly due to their defense. After seeing something like this in the Sunday paper yesterday, hubby and I said defense is great but the offense has to score points, too, to win some games -- and we can't rely on one man to do it.
Unfortunately, that's how the game went tonight. We weren't even passing until the second half! Don't you think the Pack defense is going to figure out that Adrian Peterson is going to get the ball every play if we at home (in our purple and yellow lounge pants and jerseys) can figure it out from the comfort of our couch? (Sigh...)
And that's not even what bothered me the most. The Packers had 12 men on the field for the entire game -- that is if you count the 11 players plus the ghost of Brett Favre. But that wasn't their fault. Those darn announcers couldn't stop talking about him. How many times did they say his name? I don't know. I lost track after 23. This is the only time I'll say it, but I actually feel sorry for the Packers. They seem ready to move on but the media won't let them.
OK, enough warm fuzzies about the stinkin' Pack. No one's going to feel sorry for me in my purple haze tonight. In fact, I expect the phone to ring at least once yet. My only saving grace is that the game was on ESPN so my analog television parents in the Northwoods didn't get to watch it. I won't have to hear an "I told you so" from LeRoy at least until tomorrow!
If you've paid attention to the sports media recently, you may have heard they predict the Vikings to do well this year, mainly due to their defense. After seeing something like this in the Sunday paper yesterday, hubby and I said defense is great but the offense has to score points, too, to win some games -- and we can't rely on one man to do it.
Unfortunately, that's how the game went tonight. We weren't even passing until the second half! Don't you think the Pack defense is going to figure out that Adrian Peterson is going to get the ball every play if we at home (in our purple and yellow lounge pants and jerseys) can figure it out from the comfort of our couch? (Sigh...)
And that's not even what bothered me the most. The Packers had 12 men on the field for the entire game -- that is if you count the 11 players plus the ghost of Brett Favre. But that wasn't their fault. Those darn announcers couldn't stop talking about him. How many times did they say his name? I don't know. I lost track after 23. This is the only time I'll say it, but I actually feel sorry for the Packers. They seem ready to move on but the media won't let them.
OK, enough warm fuzzies about the stinkin' Pack. No one's going to feel sorry for me in my purple haze tonight. In fact, I expect the phone to ring at least once yet. My only saving grace is that the game was on ESPN so my analog television parents in the Northwoods didn't get to watch it. I won't have to hear an "I told you so" from LeRoy at least until tomorrow!
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Day of Rest
Typically Sundays are meant to be a day of rest. And that's not hard to do once the football season starts! Today was not typical.
First of all, the Vikings don't play until Monday (look out, Packers!) so I didn't have a really good reason to camp out on the couch.
Secondly, I am no longer a co-general manager for hubby's fantasy football team so, again, I didn't have a really good reason to camp out on the couch.
Finally, we did have a few other things to do.
After church and Sunday school, we went up to Wausau to bring home Jim's dad from the hospital. Jim drove his mom and dad home in their car and Carter and I followed. Our favorite heart patient is pretty weak but it sure was good to see him smile!
Carter had two homework projects to wrap up today. He still has one more day to complete the "history of me" items in a box assignment so I will wait until that's done to tell you what he thinks symbolizes Carter. He practiced his presentation on me today and I must say it was pretty good. He might end up throwing in something extra. We'll know on Tuesday.
To avoid the couch, I had big intentions of going on a long walk or bike ride. I seriously got on my bike and it was raining by the time I got to the end of our driveway (and it's not that long!). I did get on a ride later, after the rain, but it was a short one so I wouldn't get caught in a storm somewhere. At least it was some exercise.
Right now I am waiting for Carter to fall asleep. He lost a tooth today. By coincidence, that's the second one since football started. Maybe he is getting rattled around a bit after all. At least it keeps the tooth fairy in business!
That's it for our day of rest. (Oh, and I did make it to the couch for a little football. So there was some actual resting going on. I'm gonna try to do a much better job of it next week!)
First of all, the Vikings don't play until Monday (look out, Packers!) so I didn't have a really good reason to camp out on the couch.
Secondly, I am no longer a co-general manager for hubby's fantasy football team so, again, I didn't have a really good reason to camp out on the couch.
Finally, we did have a few other things to do.
After church and Sunday school, we went up to Wausau to bring home Jim's dad from the hospital. Jim drove his mom and dad home in their car and Carter and I followed. Our favorite heart patient is pretty weak but it sure was good to see him smile!
Carter had two homework projects to wrap up today. He still has one more day to complete the "history of me" items in a box assignment so I will wait until that's done to tell you what he thinks symbolizes Carter. He practiced his presentation on me today and I must say it was pretty good. He might end up throwing in something extra. We'll know on Tuesday.
To avoid the couch, I had big intentions of going on a long walk or bike ride. I seriously got on my bike and it was raining by the time I got to the end of our driveway (and it's not that long!). I did get on a ride later, after the rain, but it was a short one so I wouldn't get caught in a storm somewhere. At least it was some exercise.
Right now I am waiting for Carter to fall asleep. He lost a tooth today. By coincidence, that's the second one since football started. Maybe he is getting rattled around a bit after all. At least it keeps the tooth fairy in business!
That's it for our day of rest. (Oh, and I did make it to the couch for a little football. So there was some actual resting going on. I'm gonna try to do a much better job of it next week!)
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Day Planner
8 a.m. - Mimicking "Monday Night Football" theme song, Mom says, "Are you ready for some football?" Carter sings, "Yes, some Saturday football!"
9 a.m. - Hit the road to Auburndale, swinging by Jim's sister's house on the way.
10:45 a.m. - Opening kickoff for the Rapids Raptors! Raptors score first! Yay! But then Auburndale answers with a whole lotta points. The final: 29-6. Carter did get on some tackles and did get stepped on a little but he had a great time. And knows they will be working pretty hard in practice next week!
1 p.m. - Visit Jim's Uncle Frank in Marshfield. Uncle Frank turns 77 next week and is spending some time alone while his wife visits her grandkids in Alaska. He's a good guy and always has a positive attitude despite major setbacks in his life (like have a leg amputated after a "routine" knee replacement went awry). It was great to see him.
2 p.m. - Tasty "World Buffet" lunch at the mall there (we're still full) and shopping at Steve & Barry's. The store is closing so everything was on sale for $8.98 or less. Carter got some jeans (I had hoped he'd wear shorts all through September but that ain't happening), Daddy got some shirts and Mommy got some clothes for work. Everybody wins.
3:30 p.m. - Stopped by the cemetery in Halder to visit Grandma Austin's grave and see a new bench erected there in memory of Jim's grandpa and grandma.
4 p.m. - Swung by Aunt Elaine's close to Mosinee to deliver a picture of her with Colin from the racetrack the week before. She wasn't home but Jim visited briefly with his cousin there.
4:30 p.m. - Made it the hospital in Wausau to see Jim's dad. He's doing well and is supposed to come home from the hospital tomorrow, barring any problems. I don't do well in hospitals (squeamish me) so I was glad he was sitting up and not connected to a bunch of machines like earlier in the week. I think the nurses have been spoiling him (that Austin charm, ya know), so he's doing pretty good.
7 p.m. - Arrived home. Carter showered and I got some Sunday School stuff together for the first day tomorrow. Jim walked over to the neighbor's and is probably sipping on something cold. I'm just glad to be sitting down and not going anywhere for awhile. And we wonder how time flies!
8 p.m. - Blog is done. I'm going to go turn on my electric blanket!
9 a.m. - Hit the road to Auburndale, swinging by Jim's sister's house on the way.
10:45 a.m. - Opening kickoff for the Rapids Raptors! Raptors score first! Yay! But then Auburndale answers with a whole lotta points. The final: 29-6. Carter did get on some tackles and did get stepped on a little but he had a great time. And knows they will be working pretty hard in practice next week!
1 p.m. - Visit Jim's Uncle Frank in Marshfield. Uncle Frank turns 77 next week and is spending some time alone while his wife visits her grandkids in Alaska. He's a good guy and always has a positive attitude despite major setbacks in his life (like have a leg amputated after a "routine" knee replacement went awry). It was great to see him.
2 p.m. - Tasty "World Buffet" lunch at the mall there (we're still full) and shopping at Steve & Barry's. The store is closing so everything was on sale for $8.98 or less. Carter got some jeans (I had hoped he'd wear shorts all through September but that ain't happening), Daddy got some shirts and Mommy got some clothes for work. Everybody wins.
3:30 p.m. - Stopped by the cemetery in Halder to visit Grandma Austin's grave and see a new bench erected there in memory of Jim's grandpa and grandma.
4 p.m. - Swung by Aunt Elaine's close to Mosinee to deliver a picture of her with Colin from the racetrack the week before. She wasn't home but Jim visited briefly with his cousin there.
4:30 p.m. - Made it the hospital in Wausau to see Jim's dad. He's doing well and is supposed to come home from the hospital tomorrow, barring any problems. I don't do well in hospitals (squeamish me) so I was glad he was sitting up and not connected to a bunch of machines like earlier in the week. I think the nurses have been spoiling him (that Austin charm, ya know), so he's doing pretty good.
7 p.m. - Arrived home. Carter showered and I got some Sunday School stuff together for the first day tomorrow. Jim walked over to the neighbor's and is probably sipping on something cold. I'm just glad to be sitting down and not going anywhere for awhile. And we wonder how time flies!
8 p.m. - Blog is done. I'm going to go turn on my electric blanket!
Friday, September 5, 2008
Food for Thought
Chalk one up for coach potatoes. I just saw a headline that said: Thinking Makes Us Pig Out.
According to a article on LiveScience.com, intellectual activities make people eat more than when just resting. This finding might also help explain the obesity epidemic of an increasingly sedentary society in which people still have to think now and then (usually while sitting at their desks fighting the temptations of the community candy jar).
What researchers did was split 14 university student volunteers into three groups for a 45-minute session of either relaxing in a sitting position, reading and summarizing a text, or completing a series of memory, attention, and vigilance tests on the computer.
The scientists had determined beforehand that the thinking sessions consumed only three calories more than resting. After the sessions, the participants were invited to eat as much as they pleased. Keep in mind they only used 14 people to test this, BUT... here are the results: the students who had done the computer tests downed 253 more calories, or 29.4 percent more than the couch potatoes. Those who had summarized a text consumed 203 more calories than the resting group.
So the grand scientific conclusion: My next weight-loss program will be called "The Grey's Anatomy Diet." There's usually too much blood and guts for me to have an appetite during the show anyway, so perhaps we could even market this as an "advanced" diet plan. Throw in some McSteamed vegetables and tasty McDreamsicles and we have the perfect anti-stress, anti-thinking McDiet. Seriously.
According to a article on LiveScience.com, intellectual activities make people eat more than when just resting. This finding might also help explain the obesity epidemic of an increasingly sedentary society in which people still have to think now and then (usually while sitting at their desks fighting the temptations of the community candy jar).
What researchers did was split 14 university student volunteers into three groups for a 45-minute session of either relaxing in a sitting position, reading and summarizing a text, or completing a series of memory, attention, and vigilance tests on the computer.
The scientists had determined beforehand that the thinking sessions consumed only three calories more than resting. After the sessions, the participants were invited to eat as much as they pleased. Keep in mind they only used 14 people to test this, BUT... here are the results: the students who had done the computer tests downed 253 more calories, or 29.4 percent more than the couch potatoes. Those who had summarized a text consumed 203 more calories than the resting group.
So the grand scientific conclusion: My next weight-loss program will be called "The Grey's Anatomy Diet." There's usually too much blood and guts for me to have an appetite during the show anyway, so perhaps we could even market this as an "advanced" diet plan. Throw in some McSteamed vegetables and tasty McDreamsicles and we have the perfect anti-stress, anti-thinking McDiet. Seriously.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Just Plugging Along
Cold Front: Since I suffered through the deluge of rain the other night, hubby took Carter to football practice -- the last one before the Rapids Raptors take to the field on Saturday. I am happy for the chance to be home one night, especially a chilly one like this! It's only in the 50s! So while they are away, I have sneaked the furnace on to warm up the house. (Yes, sneaked. I am the wimp around here.) You know me. My electric mattress pad never left the bed this summer (not that I had it on all the time, but enough).
Heart to Heart: Jim's dad is still in the hospital after his quadruple bypass. I guess he's recovering OK. They've had a few things to address but say they are "common" in recovery, so we certainly hope they are! Not sure when he's coming home but we do appreciate the continued good thoughts and prayers.
Can you Hear me Now? One of Carter's requirements in his new independent "home alone for a few hours" stage is that he call to check in. In the morning he is supposed to call at 7:45. Today there were two messages at my desk before I even got there. "Just checking in. Call me." Tonight he called when he got home and said proudly, "I got in the house on the first try!" (Had a few key issues on Tuesday.) I called him when we were en route home and reminded him to get his football gear on. Then he called me right back but I missed the call and was calling him back while he was leaving a voice mail and so on. When I finally heard the voicemail, it said he forgot to tell me some sad news but then it cut out. So I panicked and called home again and finally connected. The sad news? Daunte Culpepper (former Viking quarterback) retired today. Hubby says: "That's why cell phones are stupid!"
Countdown: Three weeks from tonight is the season premiere of Grey's Anatomy! I just remembered I missed the first part of the season finale in May. I wonder if I can get that watched before the boys get home. I won't even need a blanket this time!
Heart to Heart: Jim's dad is still in the hospital after his quadruple bypass. I guess he's recovering OK. They've had a few things to address but say they are "common" in recovery, so we certainly hope they are! Not sure when he's coming home but we do appreciate the continued good thoughts and prayers.
Can you Hear me Now? One of Carter's requirements in his new independent "home alone for a few hours" stage is that he call to check in. In the morning he is supposed to call at 7:45. Today there were two messages at my desk before I even got there. "Just checking in. Call me." Tonight he called when he got home and said proudly, "I got in the house on the first try!" (Had a few key issues on Tuesday.) I called him when we were en route home and reminded him to get his football gear on. Then he called me right back but I missed the call and was calling him back while he was leaving a voice mail and so on. When I finally heard the voicemail, it said he forgot to tell me some sad news but then it cut out. So I panicked and called home again and finally connected. The sad news? Daunte Culpepper (former Viking quarterback) retired today. Hubby says: "That's why cell phones are stupid!"
Countdown: Three weeks from tonight is the season premiere of Grey's Anatomy! I just remembered I missed the first part of the season finale in May. I wonder if I can get that watched before the boys get home. I won't even need a blanket this time!
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Who are we?
Carter has an interesting homework assignment already. They are doing student "histories." Next Monday, he will have to bring a container with at least five items representing his history, his current self, who he is.
I imagine it's a way for the teacher to get acquainted with her new students and for the students to get to know each other better, too. It could make for some deep self-reflection (for us anyway).
If you had to choose 5 items (or more, I guess) to represent you, to tell your story, what would you choose?
I've done an activity similar to this before in a group setting -- putting a few items in a paper bag and having someone look through it and guess whose bag it is. Mine have always been so obvious -- things like a pen because I like to write, a golf ball, etc. All surface things when you think about it.
Is that who I am? How do people really perceive me? How do I perceive myself? Is it too late to change that? Not at all.
Many years ago, I had this notion that we were "measured" (would be remembered) by how successful we are. How far we advance in our careers. How much money we make. How many toys we have. I guess it depends on how you define success.
Yes, my career is still important to me but I'd rather be successful as a wife, mother and friend first. Starting now, I can still make my "history" -- my footprint -- by impacting other's lives in a positive way. Not necessarily wearing one of those labels (wife, mother, friend) but just being a good Christian. Wouldn't it be great if someone pulled a cross out of your paper bag and, without hesitation, looked at you and said, "I know who this belongs to!"
What 5 items represent you? It will be interesting to see what the 10-year-old thinks. Maybe we should all do our homework.
I imagine it's a way for the teacher to get acquainted with her new students and for the students to get to know each other better, too. It could make for some deep self-reflection (for us anyway).
If you had to choose 5 items (or more, I guess) to represent you, to tell your story, what would you choose?
I've done an activity similar to this before in a group setting -- putting a few items in a paper bag and having someone look through it and guess whose bag it is. Mine have always been so obvious -- things like a pen because I like to write, a golf ball, etc. All surface things when you think about it.
Is that who I am? How do people really perceive me? How do I perceive myself? Is it too late to change that? Not at all.
Many years ago, I had this notion that we were "measured" (would be remembered) by how successful we are. How far we advance in our careers. How much money we make. How many toys we have. I guess it depends on how you define success.
Yes, my career is still important to me but I'd rather be successful as a wife, mother and friend first. Starting now, I can still make my "history" -- my footprint -- by impacting other's lives in a positive way. Not necessarily wearing one of those labels (wife, mother, friend) but just being a good Christian. Wouldn't it be great if someone pulled a cross out of your paper bag and, without hesitation, looked at you and said, "I know who this belongs to!"
What 5 items represent you? It will be interesting to see what the 10-year-old thinks. Maybe we should all do our homework.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Riding the Busy Bus
You'd think the neighborhood kids were anxious to get back to school the way they ran to get on the bus. Actually, they were just trying to get away from the camera-toting scrapbooking moms at the bus stop!
Carter said his first day of fifth grade was fun. He learned at least two things today. One: There are more girls than boys in his class (poor guy). Two: The key doesn't always fit in our front door the way it should! Other than that, it was a pretty non-eventful day as far as school was concerned.After school, we went to football practice, which will only be two days a week now that school is in session. Since this was another day with temps hovering around 90, we thought this would be a two-Gatorade practice for sure. But then a funny thing happened (funny if you're a kid), the winds blew in some dark clouds and it poured and poured and poured. And the kids, now cool, of course, kept on practicing.
The wimpy adults were trying to stand out of the rain next to a building, but the rain was blowing sideways at us. All we could do was laugh! It never did lightning so they technically could have kept practicing, but finally decided it might be too dangerous if the boys started slipping and sliding. No sense in getting injured at practice. Good thing Carter's stuff has two days to dry out!
While Carter and I were having all the fun at the "waterpark," hubby was up at the hospital visiting his dad. Turns out he didn't have a triple bypass. He had a quadruple one. I guess while they were in there, they decided to do the fourth one. Yikes. He did OK, though, and they had him sitting up 5 hours later. We'll be curious tomorrow to learn how long they will keep him. I sure hope it's not like the "drive-thru" maternity wards these days!
Right now, Jim is in Stevens Point doing a fantasy football draft. He'll get home late. I'll get up early to get to my back-crackin' doctor by 7 and he'll be heading to Milwaukee for a Brewers game about that time. (Did I mention this week is busy?)
Carter will be getting up on his own and getting himself next door by 8 a.m. He's got a list of morning "tasks" written on a brand new, hot pink wipe board on the fridge. I bet he'll be just fine. It's Mommy who will have a harder time with this independence thing! Looks like we'll all be growing up this school year!
Monday, September 1, 2008
Girls Rule and Boys Drool!
We finished off the summer on a quiet, relaxed note today. Well, except for the sound of smashing egos on the Lasso Golf course. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
We had our friends Mike and Christine over with son Nate, who played baseball with Carter and has had a few play dates this summer (including the fair earlier this weekend). We decided we'd do lunch and then enjoy the sunshine a bit.
Since I am the competitive type (just a teeny bit), I suggested a Lasso Golf tournament. Little Boys against Big Girls and the winner takes on the Big Boys. In the first game, the Girls handily defeated the Little Boys and went onto squeak by the Big Boys, too.
Judging by the photos here and looks of intense concentration on all of their faces, you'd think they would have provided some competition. I guess we just had more finesse and natural talent (and it's such a difficult game!).
In the fight for second place, the Big Boys (who claimed they "threw" our game just so they'd be done and could go inside and watch the Brewers) did defeat the Little Boys. But there were no sore losers. We all got cake and ice cream. (What? You think I'd let summer end without ice cream one more time? At least?)
Our other "treat" today was that we finally got to watch the third Indiana Jones movie -- The Last Crusade. Carter and I were on a mission to watch all three "this summer" after seeing the fourth in theaters. Guess we waited until the last possible day to reach that goal. (Let's not mention those other goals I've ignored.)
My next goal is to get Carter to bed. There is too much excitement in the air the night before school starts! Good thing we can sleep in a little since I'll be staying home long enough to get him on the bus for his first day. Wish us luck!
P.S. Carter said I better mention is was kitty's birthday today, too! Sylvester is 4! She got a new "pet exercise laser light" to chase around and some fresh "kitty pot." Everybody had a good day!
We had our friends Mike and Christine over with son Nate, who played baseball with Carter and has had a few play dates this summer (including the fair earlier this weekend). We decided we'd do lunch and then enjoy the sunshine a bit.
Since I am the competitive type (just a teeny bit), I suggested a Lasso Golf tournament. Little Boys against Big Girls and the winner takes on the Big Boys. In the first game, the Girls handily defeated the Little Boys and went onto squeak by the Big Boys, too. Judging by the photos here and looks of intense concentration on all of their faces, you'd think they would have provided some competition. I guess we just had more finesse and natural talent (and it's such a difficult game!).
In the fight for second place, the Big Boys (who claimed they "threw" our game just so they'd be done and could go inside and watch the Brewers) did defeat the Little Boys. But there were no sore losers. We all got cake and ice cream. (What? You think I'd let summer end without ice cream one more time? At least?)Our other "treat" today was that we finally got to watch the third Indiana Jones movie -- The Last Crusade. Carter and I were on a mission to watch all three "this summer" after seeing the fourth in theaters. Guess we waited until the last possible day to reach that goal. (Let's not mention those other goals I've ignored.)
My next goal is to get Carter to bed. There is too much excitement in the air the night before school starts! Good thing we can sleep in a little since I'll be staying home long enough to get him on the bus for his first day. Wish us luck!
P.S. Carter said I better mention is was kitty's birthday today, too! Sylvester is 4! She got a new "pet exercise laser light" to chase around and some fresh "kitty pot." Everybody had a good day!
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