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| "Hey cowgirls, see the grass? Don't eat it." |
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| "Because there's no crying in baseball. THERE'S NO CRYING IN BASEBALL! No crying!" |
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| "Now batting for the Peaches, #5, center fielder, Mae Mordabito." |
Girl Power!
Peace.
10.16.2010
A League of Their Own
10.15.2010
The Tooth Fairy
The tooth fairy arrived at 12:10am. I know this because I heard the tooth fairy stub her toe on the end of the bed frame and roll around in excruciating pain. Then I think she had to use her night vision goggles to locate the loose change rolling around under the bed that has 500 Polly Pockets stored. I love the persistence of the tooth fairy! Good thing she didn't break her wings. She arrived just in time for school picture day! Nike Girl is so excited to show off her jack o' lantern grin!
Peace.
The "New Balance" Gal
Running Report: Completed my half last weekend. It was such a fun race.I will have to post about it. This weekend the fun is over. Running long, longer than I can even think about as I sit here. Will let you know. Have a great day!
An Early Morning
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| Nana and Papa's rooster woke us up early......good thing |
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| We couldn't miss the launching of 15 hot air balloons! |
Peace.
10.01.2010
A Gift Named Johnny
Gifts....everyone likes to give gifts and receive gifts, too. Gifts just make you smile. Especially those random gifts that no one suspects they will be getting. Like just the other day a neighbor brought over a bag of chocolates , dark chocolates (which no one likes except me...bonus gift), it made my afternoon. It just amazes me that something so simple can have such an impact.
In bible study we talked about the gift God gave us and the impact that has had on all of our lives. I mean that is the biggest and best gift of all right? No being a topper to that one. But we were curious as to what each of us liked more to give or receive a gift. Well to be honest I like both. Then we were asked to think about the best gift we have ever received? I thought about things big and things small. I thought of the diamond earrings (that I can't find since we moved last year...shhh...don't tell Converse), my first trip to NYC on our anniversary( when I wore cute shoes my first day there resulting in the mother of all blisters while pregnant with Nike Girl), the Mother's Day drawings Nike Girl and Weebok made (forever staining the kitchen placemats), or how about the spa day (promises of no more wrinkles nor muscle tension) I was surprised with on my 40th. All of these gifts I have a memory of and cherish. But what was the best gift I have every received?
Then it hit me. Converse and I had been in Denver for four years. We had just bought our first rowhouse that had a mountain view from the master bedroom window. We were loving our jobs (as much as one could love a job) and we were feeling settled. I had no desire to change anything. I decided to volunteer at a tumbling class that was designed for special needs kids. I was a teacher and I thought that would be wonderful to go and help out. I would help them and give them a "gift". So I showed up and was introduced to my partner Johnny. He was a little blond headed boy that had a rare genetic disorder. He could not speak clearly so he had few words. He was physically disabled making a simple forward roll seem like a mountain to climb. He wanted to do a somersault so bad. He worked and worked and worked. I was beginning to think it might just be impossible.
Until a few months later. I remember this like yesterday and it was almost 15 years ago. Johnny tucked his own head under his body and did his first forward roll with my hands their only to guide. He laid there for a moment in a daze, ( I thought maybe I had managed to break his arm or something), then he stood up and raised his arms in the air as high as he could and yelled , "Johnny did it!!!! Johnny did it!!!!" Then he hugged me and signed more. I obviously broke into tears. And with tears falling and excitement greater than I have ever felt, Johnny continued to do 5 more rolls. Then he wanted to go to the trampoline.
That day I had set out to give my time, a gift, to Johnny, but instead I walked away with Johnny giving me a gift I will never forget. It actually changed the path of Converse and I's life. At that moment I went home and began charting out my path to become a physical therapist. We moved from Denver, a gift Converse gave me to pursue my dream. Two years later, living in a spider infested apartment with lots of Ramen noodles in the cupboard, I walked across the stage and received my diploma and became a pediatric physical therapist. And thanks to Johnny I have lived a passionate life continuing to receive gifts from thousands of special needs kids. Thank you Johnny!
So I guess you may never know when that one little act of kindness, that one little gift, will make a difference in someone's life. What was the best gift you received? I would love to hear.
Peace.
The "New Balance" Girl
Running Report: I have been hitting the pavement on a regular basis and will be tapering for my half I will run next Sunday. I am excited but nervous because I have not raced officially for a year. Yikes! Hope you are finding cooler temperatures and able to enjoy the great outdoors.I love this time of year.
In bible study we talked about the gift God gave us and the impact that has had on all of our lives. I mean that is the biggest and best gift of all right? No being a topper to that one. But we were curious as to what each of us liked more to give or receive a gift. Well to be honest I like both. Then we were asked to think about the best gift we have ever received? I thought about things big and things small. I thought of the diamond earrings (that I can't find since we moved last year...shhh...don't tell Converse), my first trip to NYC on our anniversary( when I wore cute shoes my first day there resulting in the mother of all blisters while pregnant with Nike Girl), the Mother's Day drawings Nike Girl and Weebok made (forever staining the kitchen placemats), or how about the spa day (promises of no more wrinkles nor muscle tension) I was surprised with on my 40th. All of these gifts I have a memory of and cherish. But what was the best gift I have every received?
Then it hit me. Converse and I had been in Denver for four years. We had just bought our first rowhouse that had a mountain view from the master bedroom window. We were loving our jobs (as much as one could love a job) and we were feeling settled. I had no desire to change anything. I decided to volunteer at a tumbling class that was designed for special needs kids. I was a teacher and I thought that would be wonderful to go and help out. I would help them and give them a "gift". So I showed up and was introduced to my partner Johnny. He was a little blond headed boy that had a rare genetic disorder. He could not speak clearly so he had few words. He was physically disabled making a simple forward roll seem like a mountain to climb. He wanted to do a somersault so bad. He worked and worked and worked. I was beginning to think it might just be impossible.
Until a few months later. I remember this like yesterday and it was almost 15 years ago. Johnny tucked his own head under his body and did his first forward roll with my hands their only to guide. He laid there for a moment in a daze, ( I thought maybe I had managed to break his arm or something), then he stood up and raised his arms in the air as high as he could and yelled , "Johnny did it!!!! Johnny did it!!!!" Then he hugged me and signed more. I obviously broke into tears. And with tears falling and excitement greater than I have ever felt, Johnny continued to do 5 more rolls. Then he wanted to go to the trampoline.
That day I had set out to give my time, a gift, to Johnny, but instead I walked away with Johnny giving me a gift I will never forget. It actually changed the path of Converse and I's life. At that moment I went home and began charting out my path to become a physical therapist. We moved from Denver, a gift Converse gave me to pursue my dream. Two years later, living in a spider infested apartment with lots of Ramen noodles in the cupboard, I walked across the stage and received my diploma and became a pediatric physical therapist. And thanks to Johnny I have lived a passionate life continuing to receive gifts from thousands of special needs kids. Thank you Johnny!
So I guess you may never know when that one little act of kindness, that one little gift, will make a difference in someone's life. What was the best gift you received? I would love to hear.
Peace.
The "New Balance" Girl
Running Report: I have been hitting the pavement on a regular basis and will be tapering for my half I will run next Sunday. I am excited but nervous because I have not raced officially for a year. Yikes! Hope you are finding cooler temperatures and able to enjoy the great outdoors.I love this time of year.
9.14.2010
Ummm...I will try ...Origin of Laundry....Alex for $500.00
Laundry. I really have no idea where it comes from. We all leave the house with one outfit and return home with the same outfit as far as I know. By the end of the week it looks like the Brady Bunch had been visiting. I have tried to do laundry daily. I have tried to do laundry weekly. Maybe I should do laundry monthly.
I find it to be a love hate relationship. I feel such an accomplishment when it is all done and folded and put away. But so anti climatic because by nightfall the hamper is filling up again. .It never stops.
Converse and I were looking for houses a few years back in Dallas. It was our pre-kid era. Back when we took naps every Saturday while the laundry was finishing up. Back when I ironed and used starch from a can. We walked through this one house that on the outside was meticulous. Once inside, the newer home was lets say ...lived in. The dad was sitting on the couch watching football oblivious to our presence really. I think he mumbled,"If you like it make an offer." The walls were colorful from crayon markings running the length of the hallway. At the end of the hallway was the master bedroom and bath. Converse and I walked into the master bath to find a gigantic Texas sized garden tub full of clean clothes! It was an amazing sight. We certainly exchanged looks. I remember being critical and thinking how could anyone let things get out of control like that? Seriously? A little effort people is all it takes. Will we have to write in the contract excluding all your clean clothes?
Oh how I have wised up at 40! Now I know that poor dad was sitting watching football because his laundry was done and ready to wear again. If only we had a Texas sized garden tub to fill up. Our clean clothes land on our bed with hope to fold them by nightfall. If not, they are placed at the foot of the bed on a blanket chest or are thrown on the floor if I am really tired. Usually the clean clothes are on the floor. I wrongly judged that family and now I am paying the price. I eat my words Laundry Fairy. That man was wise!
Since I do not have a garden tub the size of a small Volkswagen bug, I need to take it a step farther and figure out this question....where does laundry originate and why does it increase in volume faster than you can say Ratsafrat five times? If you have the answer, let me know. Until then I will continue to sort, launder, fold and put away the clothes I could have sworn were just washed. As for ironing and starching, that is so the 90's right?
Peace.
The "New Balance" Gal
Running Report: Aw, cooler mornings, new shoes and great tunes. Running has been fun the past few weeks.Difficult but a little more fun. 1/2 marathon coming up in 4 weeks. Trying so hard to increase my speed. Hope you are enjoying the first signs of autumn where you live. Peace.
I find it to be a love hate relationship. I feel such an accomplishment when it is all done and folded and put away. But so anti climatic because by nightfall the hamper is filling up again. .It never stops.
Converse and I were looking for houses a few years back in Dallas. It was our pre-kid era. Back when we took naps every Saturday while the laundry was finishing up. Back when I ironed and used starch from a can. We walked through this one house that on the outside was meticulous. Once inside, the newer home was lets say ...lived in. The dad was sitting on the couch watching football oblivious to our presence really. I think he mumbled,"If you like it make an offer." The walls were colorful from crayon markings running the length of the hallway. At the end of the hallway was the master bedroom and bath. Converse and I walked into the master bath to find a gigantic Texas sized garden tub full of clean clothes! It was an amazing sight. We certainly exchanged looks. I remember being critical and thinking how could anyone let things get out of control like that? Seriously? A little effort people is all it takes. Will we have to write in the contract excluding all your clean clothes?
Oh how I have wised up at 40! Now I know that poor dad was sitting watching football because his laundry was done and ready to wear again. If only we had a Texas sized garden tub to fill up. Our clean clothes land on our bed with hope to fold them by nightfall. If not, they are placed at the foot of the bed on a blanket chest or are thrown on the floor if I am really tired. Usually the clean clothes are on the floor. I wrongly judged that family and now I am paying the price. I eat my words Laundry Fairy. That man was wise!
Since I do not have a garden tub the size of a small Volkswagen bug, I need to take it a step farther and figure out this question....where does laundry originate and why does it increase in volume faster than you can say Ratsafrat five times? If you have the answer, let me know. Until then I will continue to sort, launder, fold and put away the clothes I could have sworn were just washed. As for ironing and starching, that is so the 90's right?
Peace.
The "New Balance" Gal
Running Report: Aw, cooler mornings, new shoes and great tunes. Running has been fun the past few weeks.Difficult but a little more fun. 1/2 marathon coming up in 4 weeks. Trying so hard to increase my speed. Hope you are enjoying the first signs of autumn where you live. Peace.
8.26.2010
This Cracks Me Up......
Nike Girl has come home from school the past two days stating that she has been chosen to be a cheerleader for the boys kick ball team at recess. I asked her why she was not playing kickball because she loves kick ball. She said that all the girls need to cheer on the boys to make them run faster. I asked if she liked cheering and she said I guess. All the other girls do. End of conversation.
This morning she dressed for school with a white button down dress shirt with ruffled sleeves and a pink tailored skirt. She still chose her mountain climbing shoes. She had her hair pulled back in a slick ponytail and parted in the middle. Very flashy earrings.
I said , "Well don't you look ready to take on the world." She looked at me and said, " I have decided to be an attorney for the boy's kickball team in case someone gets hurt and needs legal counsel." Yea. I had the same reaction. I just looked at her and said, "Great plan Erin Brockovich, get your lunch we are going to be late." She just gave me one of those you are crazy mommy looks.
Peace.
The " New Balance" Gal
This morning she dressed for school with a white button down dress shirt with ruffled sleeves and a pink tailored skirt. She still chose her mountain climbing shoes. She had her hair pulled back in a slick ponytail and parted in the middle. Very flashy earrings.
I said , "Well don't you look ready to take on the world." She looked at me and said, " I have decided to be an attorney for the boy's kickball team in case someone gets hurt and needs legal counsel." Yea. I had the same reaction. I just looked at her and said, "Great plan Erin Brockovich, get your lunch we are going to be late." She just gave me one of those you are crazy mommy looks.
Peace.
The " New Balance" Gal
8.25.2010
Date Night
Aww..date night. Over the years, we have found ourselves evolve through two very distinct phases of date night. The first I shall refer to as Pre-Kid Era Date Night. The night would start as soon as we got home from work. I wasn't really even tired. I would actually shower again then fix my hair, apply foundation, eyeshadow with a brush, and even mascara followed with that medieval eyelash curling device that makes you cringe every time you use it. Then I would iron my trendy new outfit and put on jewelry then head out the door. We would usually find a new restaurant, go to friends' houses, take in a ballgame or sit through a late night movie. Ok, maybe not late night as I have never been much of a night owl. The end of the date we would usually take the dog for a long walk when we got home admiring the night sky. We admittedly took this phase for granted.
Now we have entered the Post-Kid Era Date Night coupled with middle age. Sigh.....I know there are many disturbing descriptive words used in that last sentence. This last Friday night looked something like this....I wanted to celebrate Converse's birthday with something special. So I made reservations at a quaint little bistro that looked affordable but charming. I decided to be a little fancy for the evening. So I started to straighten my hair. A simple task in theory. In the process of straightening my hair, Weebok decides to find a marker and within a flash of a second she is tagging her entire face and body. Nice honey, paper next time please. So I run some bath water and clean her up. Half my hair is straightened. She gets out of the tub and smiles again only this time nature called on the bathroom rug. Back in the tub she goes. Take rug to laundry. Nike Girl enters the picture and wants to fix my hair. So I let her try. Rules though of no big bows allowed. She actually was very helpful. Despite sweating with all the heat that had built up in the bathroom, I managed to apply foundation, eyeshadow applied with finger as I can not find the brush, and even a little mascara. All I need is lip gloss. Hannah Montana lip gloss would have to do as I couldn't find mine. Wow I am going all out. Throw on a wrinkled dress. Tell the girls bye and we head out the door only 10 minutes late. Pretty good. The evening was fun. We actually were able to finish sentences. The night ended with a lightning storm from Mother Nature. Thank goodness we parked close to the front doors. Converse enjoyed his birthday and so did I.
I guess Pre-Kid and Post Kid Date Nights really are not that much different when you think about it. Both result in great memories despite the path you have to take to get you ready to head out the door.
Happy Birthday Converse!
Peace.
The "New Balance" Gal
Running Report: 11miles on Sunday early am. Lots of rolling hills.Good solid run. Not the best not the worst. The build up is always so slow and hard. Once the miles get up there running becomes fun again. I am waiting, patiently. I think all the carbs I ate at Date Night helped. Maybe we should have date night again this weekend. Wishful thinking.
Now we have entered the Post-Kid Era Date Night coupled with middle age. Sigh.....I know there are many disturbing descriptive words used in that last sentence. This last Friday night looked something like this....I wanted to celebrate Converse's birthday with something special. So I made reservations at a quaint little bistro that looked affordable but charming. I decided to be a little fancy for the evening. So I started to straighten my hair. A simple task in theory. In the process of straightening my hair, Weebok decides to find a marker and within a flash of a second she is tagging her entire face and body. Nice honey, paper next time please. So I run some bath water and clean her up. Half my hair is straightened. She gets out of the tub and smiles again only this time nature called on the bathroom rug. Back in the tub she goes. Take rug to laundry. Nike Girl enters the picture and wants to fix my hair. So I let her try. Rules though of no big bows allowed. She actually was very helpful. Despite sweating with all the heat that had built up in the bathroom, I managed to apply foundation, eyeshadow applied with finger as I can not find the brush, and even a little mascara. All I need is lip gloss. Hannah Montana lip gloss would have to do as I couldn't find mine. Wow I am going all out. Throw on a wrinkled dress. Tell the girls bye and we head out the door only 10 minutes late. Pretty good. The evening was fun. We actually were able to finish sentences. The night ended with a lightning storm from Mother Nature. Thank goodness we parked close to the front doors. Converse enjoyed his birthday and so did I.
I guess Pre-Kid and Post Kid Date Nights really are not that much different when you think about it. Both result in great memories despite the path you have to take to get you ready to head out the door.
Happy Birthday Converse!
Peace.
The "New Balance" Gal
Running Report: 11miles on Sunday early am. Lots of rolling hills.Good solid run. Not the best not the worst. The build up is always so slow and hard. Once the miles get up there running becomes fun again. I am waiting, patiently. I think all the carbs I ate at Date Night helped. Maybe we should have date night again this weekend. Wishful thinking.
8.18.2010
One Foot In Front of the Other
Entry Three:
The months and eventually years went by after I announced that I was going to run a marathon. I continued to run most days but never could bring myself to sign up for even a 5K. That inner voice always said that I was a jogger not a runner. That inner voice existed until we moved to Dallas and I met a co-worker who forever changed my running path.
One day at work running came up. I mentioned that one day I would love to run a marathon but then mumbled how impossible that sounded. My friend asked why that would be impossible. I mumbled several excuses in a row. She invited me to run with her the next weekend. I am so glad I showed up that morning. She took me under her wing. After several months of running with my friend, she had talked me into doing my first race which happened to be a half-marathon.
I remember the half-marathon, which was 10 years ago, like it happened yesterday. I was so nervous I ended up running it somewhere between 10 and 11 minute miles. I vividly remember getting beat by two yellow labs and their owner. Converse loves to tell that story. But I finished and I was hooked and very very crippling sore.
Within 2 years we had moved again so no more running buddy. I did, however, find, a wooded trail that circled the most beautiful little lake by our new house. That was where I started training for my first marathon. The Walt Disney Marathon, it was suppose to be flat and fast. Sign me up.
During the training runs, which I did by myself, I learned about blisters, chafing, poor fitting shoes, and the importance of water and food. During my training runs, I saw lots of snakes and eagles, raccoons and deer, rain and sunshine. I was one with nature on that trail. It did my soul good. After 18 weeks of training, I was ready to get on the plane and follow by dream to the land of promised record speed and entertainment at every mile. I was goin' to Disney World baby.
To be continued.....
Peace,
The "New Balance" Gal
Running Report: Still training. I run 3 days a week and then one long run followed by a short work out the aches and pain run the next day. I took on a monster hill last weekend. It was relentless. God sent me a distraction though as there were two beautiful fuzzy lost dogs with collars and tags on running along side me. I tried to reach for their collars to get their names but they thought it was a game. Once we all made it to the top of the hill they darted into a neighborhood like they knew where they belonged. It was early in the am so not much traffic, thank goodness. I am running around 9:20-9:40 minute miles over the distance. Slowly getting faster. Fingers crossed. Hope you have a blessed day.
The months and eventually years went by after I announced that I was going to run a marathon. I continued to run most days but never could bring myself to sign up for even a 5K. That inner voice always said that I was a jogger not a runner. That inner voice existed until we moved to Dallas and I met a co-worker who forever changed my running path.
One day at work running came up. I mentioned that one day I would love to run a marathon but then mumbled how impossible that sounded. My friend asked why that would be impossible. I mumbled several excuses in a row. She invited me to run with her the next weekend. I am so glad I showed up that morning. She took me under her wing. After several months of running with my friend, she had talked me into doing my first race which happened to be a half-marathon.
I remember the half-marathon, which was 10 years ago, like it happened yesterday. I was so nervous I ended up running it somewhere between 10 and 11 minute miles. I vividly remember getting beat by two yellow labs and their owner. Converse loves to tell that story. But I finished and I was hooked and very very crippling sore.
Within 2 years we had moved again so no more running buddy. I did, however, find, a wooded trail that circled the most beautiful little lake by our new house. That was where I started training for my first marathon. The Walt Disney Marathon, it was suppose to be flat and fast. Sign me up.
During the training runs, which I did by myself, I learned about blisters, chafing, poor fitting shoes, and the importance of water and food. During my training runs, I saw lots of snakes and eagles, raccoons and deer, rain and sunshine. I was one with nature on that trail. It did my soul good. After 18 weeks of training, I was ready to get on the plane and follow by dream to the land of promised record speed and entertainment at every mile. I was goin' to Disney World baby.
To be continued.....
Peace,
The "New Balance" Gal
Running Report: Still training. I run 3 days a week and then one long run followed by a short work out the aches and pain run the next day. I took on a monster hill last weekend. It was relentless. God sent me a distraction though as there were two beautiful fuzzy lost dogs with collars and tags on running along side me. I tried to reach for their collars to get their names but they thought it was a game. Once we all made it to the top of the hill they darted into a neighborhood like they knew where they belonged. It was early in the am so not much traffic, thank goodness. I am running around 9:20-9:40 minute miles over the distance. Slowly getting faster. Fingers crossed. Hope you have a blessed day.
8.17.2010
Summertime means........
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| Surfin' |
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| Carefree Wild Hair |
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| First Carousel Rides |
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| Backyard Fun |
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| Super Hereos |
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| Brown Backyard Grass |
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| New "Enjoyable" Experiences |
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| Make-Believe Cooking Shows |
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| Fun Redneck Water Slides |
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| pseudo-Cirque du Soleil |
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| Nature Hikes and Waterfalls |
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| Running and Running and Running some more |
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| Flower Child |
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| Butterfly Gardens |
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| Sand Art |
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| Long Naps |
Good Times, Good Memories, Good Summer.
Great God.
Peace.
The "New Balance" Gal
8.01.2010
Sally on the Mend
We started naming our cars after taking Nike Girl to the movie "Cars".She insisted in the parking lot of the movie theater that Converse's truck would be Mater and our family car would be Sally. The names have stuck after all these years.
On Friday, Sally got a boo boo as Weebok simply states.(Yes, she is still speaking her second language, BooBoo). She has no idea, of course, how thankful we are to not have real boo boo's. In a split second, things could have changed for all of us. I was driving along minding my own business with Nike Girl and Weebok in the back. Nana was in town visiting, so she was in the car, too. I remember entering the busy intersection when all the sudden I had to quickly hit my brakes as the traffic slowed in front of me. I glanced in my rearview mirror only to see a car approaching us from behind not even hitting the brakes.
I remember briefly thinking, this is going to hurt. My mind and body prepared for the crunch. I can not even tell you how fear overcame me instantly with the girls in the backseat. It felt like I hesitated a moment to even turn around. Then I heard Nike Girl say, " What just happened Mommy?" I , of course, usually a non-crier, was instantly crying and told her someone hit us with their car. Weebok was just sitting in her car seat looking at me. She is a quiet soul anyways so I made a funny face at her and asked if she was ok. There was the dimple on her cheek when she smiles that big toothy grin. She was fine. After Converse arrived on the scene, we took her to the doctor just for our peace of mind. Nike Girl had no complaints other than the tight seatbelt across her shoulder. We were all shook up but fine even the driver in the other car. So very, very thankful!
Once we got home, I had a chance to talk to Nike Girl. I said that Mommy is very thankful to God that we were kept safe today. She looked at me and said, " You know mommy, I already talked to God upstairs in my room. I told him thank you and he said , "Your welcome". No words can describe the feeling you have when your child takes it upon themselves to talk to God and start building that personal relationship. Warm fuzzies!
So Sally is on the Mend. I am not sure how they will fix her. I do know for sure that thankfulness is the word of the week.
Peace.
The " New Balance" Girl
Running Report: 10 today in the early am before the heat index rises to an unbelievable number. It was a great run with a running buddy I hadn't ran with in awhile. Lots to be thankful for as my mind drifted on the run this morning. Hope you have a good day!
On Friday, Sally got a boo boo as Weebok simply states.(Yes, she is still speaking her second language, BooBoo). She has no idea, of course, how thankful we are to not have real boo boo's. In a split second, things could have changed for all of us. I was driving along minding my own business with Nike Girl and Weebok in the back. Nana was in town visiting, so she was in the car, too. I remember entering the busy intersection when all the sudden I had to quickly hit my brakes as the traffic slowed in front of me. I glanced in my rearview mirror only to see a car approaching us from behind not even hitting the brakes.
I remember briefly thinking, this is going to hurt. My mind and body prepared for the crunch. I can not even tell you how fear overcame me instantly with the girls in the backseat. It felt like I hesitated a moment to even turn around. Then I heard Nike Girl say, " What just happened Mommy?" I , of course, usually a non-crier, was instantly crying and told her someone hit us with their car. Weebok was just sitting in her car seat looking at me. She is a quiet soul anyways so I made a funny face at her and asked if she was ok. There was the dimple on her cheek when she smiles that big toothy grin. She was fine. After Converse arrived on the scene, we took her to the doctor just for our peace of mind. Nike Girl had no complaints other than the tight seatbelt across her shoulder. We were all shook up but fine even the driver in the other car. So very, very thankful!
Once we got home, I had a chance to talk to Nike Girl. I said that Mommy is very thankful to God that we were kept safe today. She looked at me and said, " You know mommy, I already talked to God upstairs in my room. I told him thank you and he said , "Your welcome". No words can describe the feeling you have when your child takes it upon themselves to talk to God and start building that personal relationship. Warm fuzzies!
So Sally is on the Mend. I am not sure how they will fix her. I do know for sure that thankfulness is the word of the week.
Peace.
The " New Balance" Girl
Running Report: 10 today in the early am before the heat index rises to an unbelievable number. It was a great run with a running buddy I hadn't ran with in awhile. Lots to be thankful for as my mind drifted on the run this morning. Hope you have a good day!
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