Truth Is...

I suck at blogging, especially when my life consists of running from one game to another. It's just how I like it. Steve's coaching Brooks' AND Ej's teams. Don't be dismayed, it's just how he likes it too.

Two bad things for my kids:
1. They play better when I don't have a camera in my hands.
2. Their mom is superstitious.

But the camera doesn't have dust on it yet. I walked outside to look at my tulips the other day and I saw Emma pitching to Gav. Her goal was to throw 100 pitches a day. It did my heart good to walk out and hear Gav yell, "67".
In the first years of our marriage, Steven and T used to spend hours throwing to each other. Probably why this nearly made me cry...

Then Gav takes a shot at pitching and the lump returns to my throat...


I swear this was just a couple years ago...



Last week...



Gav, Coop, & Emma in what seems like not that long ago...
(Brooksie doesn't arrive for another two years)

Back to the present is BT catching with Dad...


And another one that feels like yesterday...

Cousins and the ballpark make awesome memories. We're lucky because we can still appreciate the best things in life, even while it feels half-empty. Now just play ball!!!

Double Axel Roses

Sometimes I forget how much I miss hanging with my sister, Val. Last night, we went to our cousin's 40th b-day party at the ice rink. It ended up being one of those nights when you laugh so hard that later, you keep cracking up at the images you continue replaying in your mind.

We went to the party thinking we'd talk to Jimmy and catch up on lost time. Unfortunately, we don't get to see Jimmy alot. Anyway, the plan was to eat first, shoot the bull a little, and then go hit pucks at Jimmy while he tended goal. Val and I talked before the party started. Our conversation went something like this, "We won't skate. We'll chat and hang for awhile but we won't skate. We'll just watch Jimmy get plummetted for a few and then we'll go."

Next thing you know...

I'm fairly sure I looked like this...

Right before I looked like this...

If Val's trigger were a little faster on the shutter button, I could show you that I did the exact move as the pro skater in that white, sparkily number. I'm sure Val and I were wowing the spectators at the party with our one inch jumps and lightening speed spin rotations. Jimmy's son, Wyatt, skated down to us for a bit. Little Jr. highers just don't appreciate good talent these days. We tried to talk him into skating with us so we could start working on a couple's routine but he immediately went the other direction. I thought he'd change his mind when we yelled across the rink that we could win him a medal, but he picked up his skate-away pace??? I can only conclude that he didn't feel worthy to stand on the same podium as Val and I.

We did take a stab at the hockey thing. I couldn't make contact with the stick and Val's wasn't too great either so we instantly decided that hockey must be more for the agressive, outspoken type and figure skating is for the shy, sophiscated, and timid folk like us.

If you ever need a real good laugh, call my sister and have her take you for a night out...anywhere. Val can turn anything and everything into a comedyfest.

It was a good exchange for the damage and pain. This is, indeed, my knee one day after our olympic debut. One elbow and the other knee look similar but posting a photo of both knees together......well...let's just say they didn't look like knees and I didn't want my blog to get shutdown.

Same Ol', Same Ol'

I have no idea why I continue to let people in on my weakness. I should be ashamed, embarrassed, and humiliated, but instead I'm going to look at it in the following positives:

I'm glad I don't have OCD. I'm even happier that Steven doesn't have OCD. I'm glad I can take a swig of that Coke Zero after I snap the photo. I'm still an okay person because I recycle and shop with reusable bags. I'm happy that I still have all the Broncos cups I hunted down after our previous game at Mile High. I'm glad my purse holds the record for most crap carried around on a single shoulder every day. I'm glad I can smile at the thought of Jeni showing Jason this picture and imagining his disgust . I'm glad the sun is shining because I know it's hitting my tulip bulbs that are showing leaves (HOORAY!) I'm grateful to the inventor of the ball point pen because heaven knows I wouldn't have the patience to dip the fountain pen in ink every five seconds to write on all those papers. Btw, the feather on the fountain pen would also drive me crazy. I'm glad the pantry is behind me so I can get sidetracked by food when I begin to dejunk the counter of interest. I'm happy to have all that scratch paper handy in case I get a phone call that requires me to quickly jot down important information, like where mini vanilla wafers are on sale. I'm glad I just wasted one minute of your time to provide you with nothing other than trite and useless information.

Team Lightening

To one seven-year-old, there is no better birthday party than that spent with a team of cousins. The creation and organization of the renowned Team Lightening came about in Grandpa's backyard a while back, as older cousins battled younger cousins in what Brooks describes as two-hand-tackle football. A meaningful definition of this football style can only be understood to the adolescent minds of Poll lineage. It has something to do with two hands when there's "alot of mud" and tackle when there's "a little or not any mud, Mom." Of course, Brooksie explains it to me like it shouldn't be that difficult to comprehend. All I know is that his perception of "a little mud" is a far cry from mine when it's time to do laundry, but back to the birthday subject I go...

Brooks could hardly wait for his Team Lightening sleepover last weekend (wakeover would be more appropriate since little sleep took place.) I decided that posting an excessive amount of pictures is better than any drawn out narrative I could provide:

Shirt making in progress:

Team Lightening shirts make you better at trampoline basketball:

LOTS of pool & MJ music...LOTS and LOTS
With lots of root beer in a bottle. Never would've guessed this would be so cool...More trampoline dunking:

B.T.

Bartender, aka Isaac:

And that, my friends, is the stuff life is made of...

We love you Brooks T.!!! Thanks for making every day worth living, seriously!

To All the Kind People Out There

I'm not going to lie, I spent most of last week in a foul, ornery place. I slept alot and didn't do much around the house. I didn't get the door when somebody knocked, and I had the ringer turned off my phones for much of the week. Did I even shower? Possibly once or twice, but sadly, I honestly can't remember because I was too busy being an ogre. Sorry if you were around for that, by the way.

Perhaps word of my cantankerism began to spread because a friend left a sweet note with cookies on my doorstep last Saturday morning. Then today, I opened my mailbox to find an unsigned, yet very thoughtful note and giftcard. The note was typed so I racked my brain trying to think of who the kind person could be. I'm grateful to say that I couldn't even narrow the possibilities down to 30. I have so many good friends, neighbors, in-laws, cousins, and family members that it could be any of you.

What I'm getting at here is THANK YOU!!! That thanks also goes to those who've sent us cards or messages filled with heartwarming words. I am certainly not deserving of the praise some messages provided, but believe me, they kept me from capsizing into that big wave of depression. The encouraging letters make it really hard to drown myself in self-pity and loss, dang it. That was a sarchastic dang, but please know my gratitude is genuine.

I am a lucky girl. I cannot begin to describe what an amazing husband I have and I mean that with every inch of my soul. He does ALOT for me, for our children, and for others in his family. I am constantly in awe of how he finds the strength and courage to not only forge through the storm, but to carry so many while he marches. Steve is truly a great man. I love him dearly.

Again, I'm sincerely thankful for your understanding, your compassion, your charity, and mostly, I'm thankful for your love and friendship.

Nothing Doing

I actually don't know why I still have a blog. I rarely update because my life is even less exciting than watching popcorn pop. Even worse is that I'm not complaining that I have nothing interesting to write about. Sure, I could use a good MB20 concert or an 8th trip to Wicked, but speaking from experience, boring isn't the worst thing to go through. Granted, Sundays without football will likely put me in a sinkhole and I'll be cursing this post like a bum without a bottle, but Spring is just around the bend. Before long, my lazy arse will reunite with metal bleachers and my ears will hear the harmony of bat pings and cleats walking on cement....aaaahh!!!

There are comforts in sounds you don't realize until customs of your past become treasured mementos, reminders of when life was good...when there was no diabetes, no cancer, and T was just a phone call away. Our biggest worry back then was how many more games Steve could throw without walking in the tying run or needing a shoulder transplant. Those were the good ol' days.

I guess the lesson is that without these days, it would've taken me longer to appreciate those days. Steve appreciates those days too, but he doesn't share my same regard for the slower schedule. Stagnancy allows him more time to dwell. Either way, we want to be done with this freezing weather. We're definitely anxious for the warmth and solace of fastpitch at the ballpark

That's My Brother

We had a great night watching videos and remembering T last night. Mandy and Gav brought their best when they found the video we thought was lost. Now I owe Gav 20 bucks which is much, much less than this masterpiece is worth.

It's actually a video of the VHS playing on our TV (I'll gladly spend the rest of my day trying to put it on a dvd.) Because both of Steve and T served missions, they didn't see each other for almost four years. Them reuniting was one of the most precious moments I've witnessed in my lifetime. I think it's only fair to share on my blog, on facebook, everywhere!