Spring is in the air

Or should I say spring is in the rain. Yesterday, was awful. It rained cats and dogs or as my aunt said "small farm animals" The boys had their first soccer game yesterday. We all came home muddy and wet. Spring soccer is 1 month long with games on Saturday and Sundays.
Curtis is also coaching a girls 14U softball team. Becca is playing high school ball, and Britt is getting ready for Air Force and graduation. I am thinking we are going to have a very busy spring and summer.
Top photo is of Dalton, he is in the middle of the other 2 team mates. Remind, you they are the same age. My guy is just little. My boys are the smallest on the team and the oldest. What's up with that?
I call the 2nd photo "soccer brothers for life"

Spring

Spring is in the air. Softball has started. Our first game was cancelled do to rain. Spring is a crazy season in Oregon. It can rain one day, sunny the next, maybe even some snow. Today the weather man said "dry". I am holding him to that. I want to go watch some softball.
Go big Red

Not me Monday

Ok, so sue me. I am a day late.

Over the weekend, I did not turn 40. Wow. I did not find out about a surprise birthday party only to not be unpset about it. I did want a surprise party.

*I did have a great birthday. We went to Applebee's. I had a great time visiting family and friends. My brothers, sister in law and Curtis went to the Wild Hare a local bar, to hang and listen to a live band. It was nice to sit, drink, watch poeple, and see old friends from high school. On Sunday, (my birthday) we went to the casino and did a little gambling. I lost. I couldn't even win if I tried.

I did get a new camera. Still trying to understand it and play with it.

Lucky Me

One of my favorite holidays is St Patty's Day. No, I am not Irish. There is Irish on both sides of my family. My great-grandma was 1/2 Irish but as we go down the line, I didn't get any of her traits but her eyes. The shape and color. My eyes are hazel, more on the green side. More importantly, one of my eyes has a brown/gold speck in the same spot as my g-grandma's which she got from her g-grandma.

Right after, the boys were born, Becca got sick and we found a lump on the side of her neck. It was the size of a walnut. When, you are 6 yrs old that can be pretty big. She was tested for cancer, which came back negative. After, 4 weeks of trying to treat it, with it never getting bigger or smaller, they removed it. They removed a lympnoid that had been attacked by a cluster of red blood cells. Again, tested for cancer, negative. A sigh of relief.

At that time in my life, my faith was shaky. I wasn't sure if God was going to take Becca away from me because, he had just given me 2 boys. No, he was yet again testing how strong, I was. How strong my faith in him was. I think God only gives you has much as he thinks you can handle. When, I left the hospital, I looked at life a little different. I left with all of my 4 kids. We were going to be ok.

6 months later, I got something to remind me of my 4 kids, lucky to have 4 kids, lucky to be the one to get my g-grandma's gene, lucky to be alive and full of life.

I have my lucky charm with me for the rest of my life.

Not me Monday

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to http://www.mycharmingkids.net">her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.


This past week has not been a nightmare. My in-laws didn't move in with us last Monday. They have not been here a week. Lil G isn't a crab that didn't take over our new tv. She didn't sit on the couch and watch tv for 17 hours straight one day. My brother in-law didn't time her. Nope, not at the Ford house.
*I am trying to be nice here. I know she is old and lived a very long life but she is very unhappy and crabby at everyone. My poor house and family is displaced. I do not want to seem ungratefull or mean to her.*
Red had softball tryouts last week. Drum roll, please................she made 3rd base VARISTY! She even beat out last years 3rd base varisty player. You go girl. She rocks!
Back to our scheduled program
I am not reeling in the fact that I will not be 40 next Sunday. Ouch. I didn't tell my old high school friend the following "what does it matter, everything has already gone south, I already dye the gray hair(s), and I already have stock in wrinkle cream" It doesn't matter. 40 is going to be great. Right?
I don't have alot to post about my brother and his pyscho ex but, I am saving that for another day. All I can say is.........Thursday, is the day. She has broken the law. Friday, I can tell all.

Being strong

I sometimes think life just really sucks sometimes but I realized the other day that life isn't that bad.
I truly believe God gives us only what he thinks we can handle. 12 years ago he made me a stronger person by giving no more than he felt I could have handled. I may have lost my way with God. I was very angry at him. In fact, I thought I was being punished. As I look back on those days that seem so black God was right there with me. He was guiding me to be stronger.
I am thankful for my family, good health, friends, and support. I read some truly sad stories about families that have lost or losing their child or children, unborn baby or babies. Some are born sick and others get sick. These stories leave me speechless. These parents strength and beliefs amaze me. I just want others to know how much I admire them for their strength.