Sunday, June 28, 2009

Hey Batter, Batter!

I can't decide which is more thrilling, watching my two boys play baseball or football. What a great way to spend a weekend, out in the sun cheering on a talented group of ball players who wear their hearts on their gloves because they are only 9 & 10. There's just something magical about watching the team rally to life by hitting the ball or turning a double play. Not to mention, hearing the cheers from the parents as they too get emotionally involved in the game. Well, at least our parents do! This year the parents ordered Sting shirts and tanks to support our players. We have posters with all the boys names, a "cheat sheet" with the kids names and shirt #, and we also recycled water bottles by labeling them with our Sting logo and filled them with black aquarium rocks that we use for Spirit Shakers.

If you've never been to a travel baseball game, you should. The level of talent is higher and play is more competitive and fast paced then rec. ball. I mean all of this in a good way. Kind of like watching a minor league game compared to a major league. It's fun to watch, but not as intense. The team is coming on strong this season. Their first tournament they finished 3rd and this weekend they finished 1st in their division and second all around out of 8 teams. The boys are doing great! Keep up the good work Sting & congrats on taking 2nd!!!!

Riding With Angels

This picture is of our van that went into a 6ft. ditch last night on our way home from our two boys's travel baseball game. P.S. NO, I HAD NOT TOUCHED A DROP OF ALCOHOL!

The scenario? A long day, too much sun and chatting with an ecstatic baseball player. I was following my husband and son home from the baseball game and talking to our oldest about the team securing 1st place in their 10U division. My daughters were in their booster seats sleeping. Alec and I were talking and the next thing I know, life happened & I heard the sound of tires on gravel.
I've never been in an accident and I FROZE! All I remember I was feeling like we were flying through the ditch. It felt like a dream until my son asked "Are we going to flip over?!" I said "No" but then thought, "Oh dear Lord, please keep us safe and don't let us flip." We were tipping & I really thought going over. Then wondered "Why won't this van stop?" I couldn't do anything. I was frozen in time with the outside whizzing past me like I was on a roller coaster. After what seemed like an eternity and approx. 50 yards later, the van stopped. The ride came to an end. All that was missing was the "Please stay in your seats until the ride comes to a complete stop. Thank you for riding...."

The kids were safe, I was safe. Non of us were injured! After all that had been settled, I thought about how scared Brad and Mason must have been watching the accident and what was going through their heads. Then I wondered how ticked off Brad would be & what kind of damage did I do to the car? Good news, the car was drivable and Brad was thankful to see non of us were hurt. Mason, he didn't have a clue as he's too short to see into the side view mirrors! :)

According to the police officer I took my eye off the road, the tires hit the gravel & because they were worn, I didn't have traction to grab and take me back up the hill. He also thinks I "blacked out" in a panic and like I said, "just froze". That I may have hit the gas thinking it was the break and that is why it seemed like we kept going faster instead of stopping. But he thinks more likely, I took my foot off the gas, but didn't place it on the break, I just steered. He said I reacted like a typical first timer. Believe it or not, that was a bit comforting since I felt like a total messup!

After the tow truck pulled us out and Brad changed the flat, I carefully (!) drove Brad's truck home while he drove the van home. All in all, we made it home safe. I do believe we were kept safe because we were riding with Angels!

Friday, June 26, 2009

Stumbling Upon Life

Today is a new day. A new chance to stumble upon life as it happens. Do you ever feel that you have life all figured out until, WHAM! You're smelling the gravel beneath your feet? Just how many times has this happened to you? For me, it seems weekly.

Life is unpredictable. Look at the recent news headlines. Just this week we lost a man that made millionaires, said goodbye to an angel and are "moonwalking" in honor of the King of Pop. I for one didn't wake up this week thinking this is how it would turn out. We as a nation have stumbled upon sadness. But what happens when we stumble, we stand up, brush ourselves off and go along our merry way watching out for potholes.

I once heard that life is not about how far you fall, it's about how long it takes you to get back up. That is so true. But to be honest, there are days I'd like to just lay there & stare at the sky. Yesterday around The Smith home was a perfect example. I filled the pool, mopped the floor and worked on putting the grass clippings around the garden. After I went to check the pool, I found it leaking, the dog had snuck into the house and tracked muddy footprints across the kitchen floor while the other dog was digging in the grass clippings in the garden. So the Sugarland "It Happens" song goes, "ain't no rhyme or reason, no complicated meaning, ain't no need to overthink it, let go laughing...it happens!"

So here's to the journey of Stumbling Upon Life as it occurs.