Well, apparently I am as good at blogging as I am at journaling. I must do better!! Last post we were headed to Oxford and we came in third. It was a very emotional time for everyone and most of us (those that will let me disclose) cried on the way home. Those players and families had become our families over the past two months and when we all realized it was over it was very sad indeed. As usual, we drowned our sorrows in french fries and cokes! Who needs therapy when you have hot salty fries delivered to your car window?
After the baseball breakdown I was dealt another harsh blow. My baby girl is talking to BOYS!! Upon hearing this distressing news I ran straight to my scrapbook buddies for solace. I wanted to hear that she was way too young and that I should lock her in her room. All I heard was "Isn't she fourteen?" and "I got my first kiss at fourteen...blah, blah..." Are these people my friends? Didn't they know that I was not at all prepared to deal with reality? Don't they see how emotional frail I am? I guess not!! I am SO not ready to let go of my little girl to the harsh and cold world of relationships. I am 42 and I still haven't figured them out. So much like algebra and text messaging I feel unprepared to help her. UGH!!
Ashley and I are preparing to head to TENNESSEE this weekend to see the family. This will be our week to sing along with the soundtrack of Hairspray and be free of the boys. Michael and Steve will be staying behind and and Michael will be playing in the Gus Macker three on three tournament. They will meet us in Seymour after their victory!! As soon as I master it I will add pictures!