Saturday, September 20, 2014
Monday, September 08, 2014
Sunday, September 07, 2014
Written Sat. Sep. 6
The Devil and I had a little chat today. The fiery furnace blazed all around us and the waves of heat singed my brows as rivers of sweat cascaded down my neck. I squinted my eyes before snapping to as the strains of the fight song began. Where am I? My thoughts swirled like the crimson and white shakers all around me. I realized I was not in Hell but attending a college football game in the deep south at 11am on a 97-degree day. Guess it's hard to tell the difference.
The first home game of the year was a scorcher for sure both in temperature as well as yards of offense for the Crimson Tide. With 621 yards, Bama nearly broke its all-time record set in 1973. But Mother Nature took pity on us and decided to open up the skies causing the game to be called due to weather with just over 7 minutes remaining.
Now it's back to Lake Lurleen, an ice cold shower, more football and a golden retriever to snuggle with. Roll Tide.
Sunday, August 31, 2014
I am so angry at myself for tucking my phone in there while loading up towels into the car before heading to the pool. Forgetting it was in there, I dove into the water and swam a good 5 minutes before realizing what I had done.
I'll be without phone for at least three days while it takes a nap in a bowl of rice. I don't hold out high hopes of its recovery.
No phone for three days? Insert sound of hyperventilation here.
Sunday, August 24, 2014
I did video my favorite of the evening..."Hard to Say I'm Sorry" and loved that they did an extended-extended version with those horns. I will try to post that tomorrow but right now it's 12:30am and I'm ready to hit the sack.
Thursday, August 21, 2014
Had such a good time with my sis last night. We needed that time to just be sisters and talk. So wish she lived closer.
PTO craziness continues. We hosted the First Lady of Georgia today as she read to the pre-K and Kindergarten classes at our school. Today I had a meeting with the school council and tomorrow is the Back to School Dance for 3rd - 5th graders (and it's from 3 - 5pm. Coincidence? :)
It's been a blessing to share kid-duty with my friend Cindy since school started back. We have car tags to pick up each other's kids so it's comforting to know we've got each other's backs... especially since our schedules intertwine so much. Her son Caleb actually asked if I was like a second grandma to him. GRANDMA??? Aunt would be a little better, dontcha think?!
At some point before the boys graduate from high school, I will hold my yard sale. Things keep coming up causing a delay but I have a basement full of things that need to go bye-bye so hopefully the first weekend in September will work? Maybe.
I was in and out of the car all day. Music keeps me going. With that in mind....
Nothing Else Matters-- Metallica
The Drumming Song--Florence & the Machine
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
Monday, August 18, 2014
And, let me tell you, my first "event day" as PTO President was nothing short of exhausting. Serious conversations, walking the halls of the school delivering labels to every single classroom for the kids to wear home as a reminder about tonight and then 4 out of the 6 hours spent in the broiling sun meeting and greeting with the families that came. (I must admit that even though it felt like I was perched on the 3rd realm of the sun's surface, meeting all the new folks was my favorite part.)
When 8 pm rolled around, the sky darkened, lightning bolts raced across the sky and the bottom fell out. Since this was an outdoor event, I raced around the grassy area gathering all the hula hoops, bubble containers and trash I knew had been left by some of the kids that attended. Always fearful of being struck cold-hard dead by lightning, I exceeded an all-time land speed record for myself in the way I hustled to the car. I jumped in the front seat drenched like a wet dog and proceeded to the house. That's when it began......
The demands on the 5 minutes of pre-bedtime time we had left were swirling about and all I wanted to do was fall into my bed and crash. As I was doing sight word flashcards with my first grader, my seventh grader was calling out geographical locations at the top of his lungs so I could help him identify them on a map. Israel! The Gaza Strip! Egypt! The Suez Canal! My efforts to encourage him to look them up proved futile and then he threw me a curveball... the Strait of Hormuz???
Now you take me to Trivia Night and the subject is Geography...I'm your girl. Trivial Pursuit? I'll pick geography every time. But the Strait of Hormuz? I'm clearly slipping in The Advanced Stages of My Fading Youth. We found it right there attached to the Persian Gulf and then I promptly sent the children folk to bed so Momma could breathe, pack a lunch or two, and get ready for another busy day tomorrow including our Middle School Open House.
I recently turned down a fantastic job offer so that I could stay home and have days exactly like this. It's my first week and I'm questioning my sanity already.
And, if you knew where the Strait of Hormuz was without looking, I don't wanna know. :)
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
Friday, August 08, 2014
Yes, I did post last night the directive to Let It Rain. Mother Nature must have been paying special attention to me because the storm I'm in right now is pretty rough to say the least.
Driving up into Atlanta on a Friday afternoon is challenging on the most perfect weather days. But torrential rain, lightning and flash flooding has bumped up the difficulty level 300 notches or so.
I left an hour and a half ago and an just now at my destination. Fire trucks, hydroplaning and tidal wave splashes from oncoming traffic have made for a less-than-relaxing trek.
I guess next time I'll be a little more modest in my challenges to Mother Nature. If you need me I'm in the green CX-9 curled up in the fetal position.
Thursday, August 07, 2014
Driving on country roads.
Rain beating on the windshield.
Lightning streaking across the sky.
Let it rain.
Wednesday, August 06, 2014
Lately I've been living like a pioneer woman with no internet or email at the house. Between being sick as a dog last week and trying to get the boys ready for school, I haven't been able to camp out in a parking lot and write on my blog. Until now. So here goes....
I have never seen a child as excited about going to school as Jacob was today. He bounded out of bed and by the time I had roused Daniel, J was running down the stairs fully dressed. Daniel on the other hand was not quite as, um, jubilant. When asked what my oldest was looking forward to the most about this school year...he answered "summer."
I took on the role as president of the PTO at Jacob's school so I think it's helped that he's been up at the school getting to run around and learn the lay of the land (or at least the playground!)
Here are a few obligatory pics from this morning :)
Tuesday, July 29, 2014
Saturday, July 26, 2014
Friday, July 25, 2014
Tuesday, July 22, 2014
You won't believe the rap portion starting around 1:44. LOVE this kid.
Friday, July 18, 2014
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
After an arduous local move, the boys and I are trying to resume some semblance of summer normality. This includes a daily trip to the pool and today's beautiful weather made for one happy poolside mama.
After playing a game of tennis ball keep away with the boys in the water, I found solace laying in the sun with a cool breeze making me (dare I say it in mid - July) almost chilly! Crazy talk, I know.
Although I will relish the quiet time when school starts back, I love the cadence of summertime. Can't believe it's flying by so quickly.
Now that we see the countdown to school on the horizon, we're trying to make the most of each day. And even in the face of moving boxes and furniture assembly, unpacking and reorganizing, I still have to soak in each moment... each fleeting, memory-making moment with my Boys of Summer.
Monday, July 14, 2014
Saturday, July 12, 2014
Tuesday, July 01, 2014
Monday, June 30, 2014
- Camping is better in the spring and the fall
- There is no substitute for homemade vanilla ice cream
- You can never have too many black Sharpies
- People with OCD tendencies should never attempt to adhere painters tape
to walls or ceilings or really even attempt the whole painting thing at all
Let's chat about that last one, shall we?
In my take-charge, knock-this-out goal of painting the dining room in the new house tonight, I took delight in preparing my workspace, arranging my brushes, roller, paint can and trim tools JUST SO. And then I attempted to apply the lovely blue tape to the walls. I'm pretty sure I invented new cuss words as I tore off little pieces to "patch" up the corners and to even out my bumpy spots. Finally, I was ready to paint.
Everything was coming along OK until it came to the trim work. Even with my handy dandy trimmer/edger paint thingy I still managed to make it look like a 2nd grade art project. How do painters do this for a LIVING? I kid you not. I can imagine no greater punishment than being sentenced to painting walls for a living. I'd lose my everlovin' mind.
Isn't rationalization is a beautiful thing?
After 6 days battling a severe sinus infection, my headache is GONE. Over the past week (and feeling like I had an ax handle poking out of the right side of my head) I managed to close on a house, take my son to a concert and move boxes/unpack, but it finally got the best of me yesterday. A shot and some antibiotics and I am a new woman today. Bring on the boxes!
Sunday, June 29, 2014
As D and I were passing the airport on our way to the concert last night I had a sinking feeling. I had forgotten to put my replacement debit card in my wallet and I had no cash. Only credit cards. No big deal except that parking at the ampitheatre is sparse at best and cost $20. And, because it is smack-dab in the middle of a residential area, there is no where to park and "hoof it" either.
My mind raced.
So, as we got off the interstate and approached the Lenox Mall area, I devised a plan. We scoured the area for hotels where we could catch a taxi (and pay with credit card!) and, after spotting a Marriott near the mall, put our plan into action. A few blocks away I found an open parking area for a CVS and an assorted sundry of other stores so we parked the car there. Then, with a cooler on my shoulder and a sleeping bag in Daniel's arms, we began to walk. This is when I will tell you I had NO IDEA where we were going but could not let Daniel in on that little factoid or he would have panicked a little. So across the street we go, through the underground parking garage for Target, out and around some office buildings until I saw the oasis of an illuminated Marriott logo in the distance.
I don't know if you have seen "Pursuit of Happyness" with Will Smith and his son but it's one of my favorites. And, I gotta tell you, walking aimlessly with a kid carrying a sleeping bag put me in the middle of that scene where they were searching the train station for somewhere to sleep for the night. I know the tragedy of having no debit card does not rank in the same universe as homelessness but, for a moment, I felt the weight of that responsibility and tried to make it a fun "adventure" for the D-man. We counted sports cars, looked for airplanes and he seemed oblivious to my efforts of distraction.
Finally, we arrived at the hotel with 10 minutes to spare before the concert began. A valet called a cab which turned out to be a Cadillac Escalade with a suit-wearing driver and a bowl full of soft peppermints and bottled water. I got tickled at Daniel kicking back, stretching out like the CEO of some company being driven to an important meeting. He dropped us off at the front gate and in we waltzed for an evening of great music under the stars.
Rick kicked off the show and I swear my son knew EVERY word to EVERY song. My heart swelled with pride to see that he and I share a love for music and lyrics. It was fun to sing and dance with him. Rick did perform an acoustic song I had never heard called "You and Me" and I loved it:
Next up was Pat Benetar and her husband of 32 years Nick Giraldo. Oh my granny they were awesome. Their chemistry was amazing and his guitar playing was a thrill to watch. My Singing Into a Hairbrush Hits were there in all their glory: "We Belong", "Shadows of the Night", "Love is a Battlefield" and "Hit Me with your Best Shot"... she was fantastic.
On the way home as it was nearing midnight and I let Daniel play DJ for our 45-minute drive. He played his favorite (Bruno Mars) and we drove and sang as the lights of downtown slowly faded behind us.
It was a good night to be a child of the 80's, blessed with the resources to enjoy a concert on a whim; but, most of all, it was just good to be a Mom enjoying the company of her kid.
|D-man chilling at the concert|
Saturday, June 28, 2014
Friday, June 27, 2014
Thursday, June 26, 2014
Wednesday, June 25, 2014
So I grabbed the phone and in a half-asleep voice uttered "Hello?"
"Katie Bodiford, this is your son Daniel," a familiar voice playfully exclaimed on the other end.
So relieved to hear him sounding chipper (even if it was in the middle of the night) I peppered him with questions. Was he having a good time? Had he made any new friends? Before I could go through the list I'd been mentally compiling for his return, he excitedly began giving me the rundown about his week...
"Mom! You wouldn't believe it! It's all you can eat and we get SECONDS on anything we want! Pizza! Ice cream! You name it! It's just like college! It's so cool!"
"I've been playing basketball and guess what, Mom? They asked if we would share if we had grown closer to God and I raised my hand. I do feel I've grown closer to God!"
and then... the one that really got me: "Oh and it's so cool! It's so much fun. It's just like something you would have planned, Mom!"
Ok, I know that I shouldn't put that one above growing closer to God. I don't honestly. BUT. What really touched me was not only did he equate me with something that was fun to him but he acknowledged what I have done for a living for so many years. He gets it. Sure I love that he sees me as the person who does his laundry and cooks and cleans the house. But to hear him put together his experience with that other part of me... well, it brought me to tears. The whole conversation did. Hearing a kid that was so afraid of succumbing to separation anxiety actually reveling in his new found freedom was heartwarming to say the least.
After a few I love you's and I miss you's, I hung up the phone and laid there in the dark with happy tears streaming down my cheeks. My son was maturing before my eyes--no longer that scared little boy but a young man finding joy in spreading his wings a bit.
And at that moment, I ached deep inside to hug him. And, surprisingly found myself thinking that Friday cannot get here soon enough.
Boy do I love that kid.
Tuesday, June 24, 2014
Here's a few pics:
|Getting ready to watch the laser light show at Stone Mountain|
|My niece who I am fully convinced is my biological offspring|
|Jacob and Alden enjoying the sights from the top of Stone Mountain|
|What is a vacation to the ATL without a trip to the Varsity (Alden's first time!)|
|Love this chicky|
|Showing the kids the letterbox hidden at the Varsity|
|Absolutely love this picture of them|