Full Circle

Today, my oldest daughter played in her first JV Girls' Soccer game.  I was so excited for her.  Her game was postponed the other day due to a torrential downpour, but today it was sunny and cool-a perfect day for a soccer game.

She plays goalie and I couldn't be more proud.  She directs well, saves well, and encourages the team on.  I want to be just like her when I grow up.  I wish that I had her drive and determination-I remembering wanting to try out for soccer in high school, I just didn't have the encouragement to do so.  I still regret it.

She was not sure at the beginning of the school year if she would try out-she worried she wouldn't make the team.  I very quickly told her she would regret more later that she didn't try out than if she had tried out and not made it.  Just go for it, I told her, you have nothing to loose but future regrets.

Well, the talk seemed to work, and she conditioned hard and made the team.  The team she played today was my high school team. 

As we walked into the stadium, I told my husband I had not been back since my high school senior cookout.  Quite a while ago.  It was fun to be there-my daughter's team won 6-0.  Life, if you give it, time, always comes full circle.

From Downton to Ducks

I have two favorite television shows.  Downton Abbey and Duck Dynasty.  Hey, what can I say-I have broad tastes.  I love Downton for it's drama and lovely British-ness.  I love Duck Dynasty for it's humor and it's redneck-ness.

They are both shows about families-Downton's is a bit more soap opera drama filled than Duck's but there is always a little drama where the Robertson's are concerned-usually, will they get to hunt anything that day?  Will Si get the R-S-P-E-C-T(if you saw the episode, you would get this)he deserves?  Will Jase ever stop teasing Willie?  What will Miss Kay cook today?

I was late to watching Downton Abbey.  I had wanted to watch it, but would always forget that it was on.  So, one Sunday afternoon in December, I turned on Netflix and proceeded to watch the entire first season in one sitting.  I neglected everything and everybody.  My husband and kids made dinner and made lunches for school the next day.  They fed the dogs and cleaned the kitchen.  I think I was well within my boundaries to allow that all to happen.  I couldn't get my hands on season 2 fast enough.  I did have to wait for Christmas, though, and received both seasons.  It was fantastic!  I love that my girls love to watch it as much as I do.(So does my husband, but don't tell anyone.)

Needless to say, everyone in my house loves Duck Dynasty.  My son is not a Downton fan, but he is fourteen, so I get it.  We watch marathons of that show.  I don't think I have laughed so much at a show every time I watch it.  Don't be fooled.  They may be rednecks, but you can't equate rednecks with stupidity.  They are not even the same.  Stupid is as stupid does, as the saying goes, not stupid=rednecks.  You can not be stupid and be as successful as the Robertsons are. 

I love Ducks because it is about family-a family that can argue and still get past it, work through it and love each other.  The brothers argue and get over it like adults.  I wish all siblings could be that way-namely my own, but I digress.

They are the two shows I wait for each week-a time that I look forward to.  To be entertained, to laugh, to cry, to say "What just happened?!", and to wonder how Uncle Si thinks.  Still wondering on that one.

Blek..!

Yes, I said blek-and on a gorgeous Sunday afternoon I might add!  It really is bleky when you have had the stomach flu on such a beautiful weekend.  Soccer games were being played, my youngest was birthday party-hopping, a friend was at a wine tasting, and where was I?  In bed.  Blek.

I know there will be more weekends like this.  The weather is getting warmer, thankfully, so this will be the first of many lovely weekends to come.  I can still complain though.  Wink wink.

The good thing about being sick on a weekend is that it doesn't take any more of my sick days from work.  That, I have figured, is the only good thing.

So, it is Sunday, and I am feeling better than Saturday, and most definitely better than Friday night's horror show.  My sweet husband took care of the kiddos, getting everyone where they needed to be, got them fed, etc.  They are old enough to pretty much fend for themselves, except for the driving part.  I am thankful to them for actually not arguing and staying quiet.  The only one who didn't stay quiet was my neighbor's dog who decided Saturday was the day she was going to bark-all day long.  Grrr. 

So, having complained and given thanks, I am looking forward to next weekend.  But wait-I just looked at the weather forecast and they are calling for-God forbid-snow.  I have one word for that-Blek!