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Something About This Game

What is it about this…

That can make people wear silly hats like this (and no, it’s not me with the Mr., but it is the Big Seed Pom Pom Hat I made last year and that I’ve been getting people…in this case school district higher-ups who possess a good sense of humor…to model for pictures during the games, much to Soccer Chick’s chagrin)…

Something interesting has happened to Soccer Chick’s high school team this season.  They have evolved from a collection of individual players to a unit  with one mindset…to win.  And they’ve done this without the usual girl fights you observe in the school hallways or the mall, where competition is fierce for attention.

When I see them in their huddle before each game…

My heart is stirred in a profound way.

The game that I have watched Soccer Chick play since she was seven years old has bonded these girls together in a unique way.  For 90 minutes, the girls leave the stress of boy problems, class loads, and SAT exams off the field to focus on putting one small ball into a sometimes seemingly small net across the field.  It’s a job that one girl cannot do alone, and each player knows this.

And oh, the joy, when success is achieved…

This game, that turns ordinarily mild-mannered parents into screetching lunatics (err…I am perhaps speaking of myself here) has had the opposite affect on the girls.  Despite bad calls (depending on the perspective, of course), the girls have the grace to play on.

And so they did.

And here was the result (hint…we were the Home team)…

And how did the girls feel about the score?  Take a look for yourself…

District Champions - First Time Ever!

Even in the moment of celebration, as they were about to gather their belongings and rejoin their families, they stopped, when asked by Your’s Truly, and regrouped for the above photo.

Such lovely ladies.

The game has taught them well.

A Pile of Finished Blankets

As many of you know, I head up the West Coast Oddball Baby Blanket project.  We’ve got a group of gals here on Ravelry and one here Knittinghelp.com (where the project originated) involved.  I’ve mentioned this project before but thought it would be fun to share some pictures of finished blankets.  The gals have been sending them to me after the border has been added.  I’m going to wash them all and get them ready to ship to the members who will be delivering them to hospitals in their cities.

As you will see, we’ve been quite busy!

Autumn Reds

Autumn Reds

Blueberry Bliss

Blueberry Bliss

Candy Cane

Candy Cane

Carousel

Carousel

Desert Sand

Desert Sand

Disney Land

Disney Land

Grand Canyon Sunset

Grand Canyon Sunset

Lemonade Stand

Lemonade Stand

Lime Sherbert

Lime Sherbert

Pacific Blues

Pacific Blues

Puppy Love

Puppy Love

Purple Mountains Majesty

Purple Mountains Majesty

Rain Forest

Rain Forest

Rainbow Sherbert

Rainbow Sherbert

Tropical Plantation

Tropical Plantation

A Scenic Drive

You know me…I always have my camera with me…ready to photograph whatever strikes my fancy.

Such was the case today as I drove to Rooster’s last high school soccer game for the season.

I am very fortunate to live within 15 minutes of the beach.  There are lots of waterways that require travel across bridges.  The view from the bridges is to die for.

I grabbed my camera and started taking pictures…never removing my eyes from the road.  I just started clicking, hoping that some of them would come out okay.

Excuse the dirty windshield

Excuse the dirty windshield

Random Man

Random Man

I love the sand dunes!

I love the sand dunes!

I also wanted to pat myself on the back.  The drive was an hour and a half…during which I passed not one, but two yarn stores!  Did I stop?  No way, Jose.  Of course, had I not just been to that fabulous store in New Orleans, I might have been tempted.

Happy Birthday Soccer Chick!

17 years ago today, I gave birth to my first child.  I was a terrified 21 (nearly 22) year-old who didn’t have a clue what I was getting myself into.  It’s probably a good thing as parenting comes with many challenges.  But the joys far outweigh them.

Holding Soccer Chick for the first time made all of the healthy eating (i.e. “Would you like some peas with that pizza?”) and bedrest worth it.

When you’re pregnant with your first child, you have no idea the impact the birth will have on your life.  Nobody can adequately describe the rush of love that enters your heart at the moment you see that baby for the first time.

All of the months of imagining what they will look like and what it will feel like to hold them for the first time come to a head in one surreal moment.

For me, it was an awe that God would entrust me with so precious a gift.

I’ve been far from the perfect mom over the last 17 years.  She’s my first, and I’ve made the typical mistakes that first-born children later get counseling for (just kidding…sort-of).

Soccer Chick, although I won’t be buying you diamonds like last year, and no, you’re not getting a car, what I will give you, and that you’ll appreciate later, is my love and my admiration.  You are growing up to be a fine young lady.  People frequently comment on how mature and lovely you are…on the inside and out.

I am humbled to be your mom.

Pictures from the Road

Sometimes, when out on the road, you see the prettiest views.

I love driving at dusk and watching the sunset.  That is, perhaps, my favorite view of nature.

Another sight I find fascinating is entering a city, with the high rises sprouting from the ground.  Coming from a small town, you don’t see this every day.  I’m always amazed by the pretzel-like appearance where several highways converge.

Rooster took these pictures for me on Sunday during our drive home from Louisiana.  I apologize for the quality (although it’s not too bad).  He used the camera on my phone since the other one was packed in the suitcase.

Approaching Mobile, from the West

Approaching Mobile, from the West

The View...Right Before Entering the Tunnel

The View...Right Before Entering the Tunnel

Inside the Tunnel

Inside the Tunnel

Light at the End of the Tunnel

Light at the End of the Tunnel

USS Alabama Battleship (look in the background)

USS Alabama Battleship (look in the background)

Just a note about the above picture…

The kids used to play in a small, annual soccer tournament in Mobile.  You can’t see from the picture, but there’s a huge grassy field in front of the battleship.  That’s where the tournament was held.  It was a sight to behold…kids playing against the backdrop of that magnificient ship.  The ship is open for tours.  Most of us went on the tour at least once during the several years we attended the tournament.  Loads of fun for young children.

GPS With Attitude

Alright…I’ll admit it.  I can be directionally-challenged.

I first noticed this discrepancy in my persona during my high school days.

The first time I realized that I could never, ever travel without a map was when I attempted to drive home after an away football game.

I lived in a very small town, so away games were truly AWAY.  I have no idea how I managed to get to one particular game.  Maybe I followed the bus that the team was riding on.  Maybe I followed a parent.  Of course, it was daylight, and driving is always much easier when you can see.

After the game, I asked a parent for directions to get home.  Sounded easy, so my friend and I (I was the driver that night) headed out.

Well, I’m sure I missed a turn.  And then, I’m sure I missed another turn.  I tried to be all big and wing it, sticking my nose in the air as if to smell the direction of the wind.

Yeah, right.  I wasn’t fooling anyone.

By the time I realized I was lost, it was very dark.  It was late, and I just wanted to hit any big road.

By the time I found a main thoroughfare, I was desperate.  I found a gas station and asked where I was.

Montgomery.

A solid hour or more from home.

Oh

My

Goodness.

I just KNEW I was dead meat.  This was the time before cell phones.  And it was way past my curfew.  My friend was late for her’s as well.

I found a payphone and a quarter and called home, crying.  The parents were understanding.  I’m sure they laughed about it when they hung up.

Needless to say, I went through the next two years of high school as the butt of everyone’s driving jokes.  Being the butt of jokes was nothing new, and I took it in stride.

My next big “Aha” moment occurred after I got married.  The Mr. and I lived in Auburn (as in Auburn University) while he finished up.  I worked full-time for Auburn’s library.  One day, I decided to go home for lunch rather than sit around and read.

I got lost.

Going to my apartment.

A place where I could have walked to work from.

I drove around and around until it was almost time for me to be back at work.

If you’ve ever been to Auburn, you know that it is not a very big place.  The University easy to get around (apparently not for me, though).  You can park your car and hoof it anywhere you want to go, which obviously I should have done.

Embarrassing, to say the least.

Fast forward a year or so…after the Mr. graduated and we moved to Tallahassee.  It seems that most of the moves in my life have been to larger cities.  Do you have any idea what a setup for failure this is?  I mean…I am lucky to find my way around my home.  I’ve broken a few toes bumping into chairs that I forgot were there.

Tallahassee is not the easiest place to get around.  It is home to several one-way streets.

The first month or so, the Mr. and I lived with his parents until our apartment was ready to move into.  I worked in the building behind Grand Poo Bah’s, so it was natural for us to ride together each day.  I got to relax and let him drive.  I should have been memorizing the route. As you know by now, I don’t always (ok…I never) take the easy way.

Let’s just say that my first few rides home were “scenic.”

I will say that over the last few years, I’ve gotten better.  Living in Coral Springs was great because the arrangement of the streets goes with directions on a map…i.e. north, south, east, west.  Or could it be that by that time, I’d finally learned how to use those key words.  Probably the latter.

With all of the traveling we’ve done over the years…many, many soccer tournaments…I’ve had to get better at following directions.

And then technology provided the tool such a person as myself needed…GPS!  And a voice to help you!  Have you ever considered that the voice is female?  Men, of course, don’t know where they are going and refuse to ask for help.

Anyhoo, I love the GPS.  It’s enabled me to go yarn shopping in many a locale.  Shhh…don’t tell the Mr.  He might “forget” to pack it if he finds out.

Well, the GPS sure didn’t help me out a lot this weekend.  Oh sure, it got me to that fabulous store I blogged about in my last post.  However, it didn’t prevent me from making U-turns every time I got in the car.

I have a very good explanation for this.  When you’re looking at the GPS, the distance of when it tells you to turn looks very misleading.  You think you have more time, and then…WAPOW!  You’ve missed the turn.  Enter in the U-turn.

The female voice inside the GPS got very annoyed with me this weekend.  At one point (and I kid you not), she told me, “Just find any place and turn around.”  She had a sarcastic tone too!  Talk about a GPS with attitude!

“Look out Sista,” I wanted to say, “I carry pointy sticks and would use them if not for the fear of winding up in Arkansas.”

Well, Rooster and I made it home last night, after yet another miscue and an extra 30 minutes in the car.  We were eager to get home so we could see the movie “Defiance.”  It’s a fabulous movie, by the way!

We paid for our tickets, got our free popcorn, and headed to the viewing room.

And couldn’t find it.

We walked all over that theater, making several U-turns along the way, but could not find theater #2. We finally found it beside the Exit door.

We were giggling as we walked in, whispering about the things the GPS Lady would have said to us…

“Idiots.  You can’t even find your way around a movie theater.  Go home, pull the covers over your head, and don’t…come…out.  Ever.”

A Sensory Experience

We’re spending the weekend in Metairie, Louisiana.  Soccer Chick has an ODP (Olympic Development Program) regional tournament.

I drove her over on Friday after school, stopping to pick up a teammate along the way.  We had a pleasant drive.  I dropped off the girls at the team’s hotel and made my way two exits down to my own hotel, spending the night by myself.  I must admit that although it felt odd at first, I quickly grew to appreciate being totally alone.

Chicky woke me up from a sound sleep by sending me a text message to remind me to take my sneakers to her hotel…long story not worth telling.

Once I was out and about, I figured that I might as well go exploring.  I mean, I had the GPS, so why not!

Metairie is just north of New Orleans…an easy drive…especially when you’re looking for a certain type of store.

Getting my drift???

As I drove, I saw the Super Dome (famous site of Hurricane Katrina victims):

I also saw this lovely church:

The streets in New Orleans are very quaint:

And then I parked the car and made my way down the street to this place:

I consider it my mission to inspect yarn stores across the country and give you a review of them.  Can you tell that I’m trying to justify my latest adventure??

Here’s the view you get when you walk in:

To your right is the “Sale Room.”

Everything in the Sale Room was 50% off.  Here’s another picture of it, so you can see all of the lovelies in the room:

As you continue further in the store, you see, to the right, shelving with lots of books and magazines:

As you pass the shelving, you see the following, along the left side of the store, extending towards the back:

This is just one section of that wall on the left:

And on the right side:

The right side of the store is a sock knitter’s paradise.  This is an entire section dedicated to Koigu sock yarn:

And here’s a section of various other sock yarns.  The right section of this wall is all Tofutsies…the most colors I’ve ever seen in one store:

Here’s a couple of gals I spent time talking to.  The lady in front was learning how to knit in the round.  Her ribbing looked amazing for a first-time knitter!  The gal behind her works at the store and was providing instruction and encouragement to the other gal.  She was quite knowledgeable, friendly, and enabled me in my purchase (you’ll see later in this post).  Her blog is here.

So, with all of that fabulous yarn, whatever was I going to do?  It would have been rude to walk out without getting anything.  Especially after everyone had been helping me pick my jaw off the floor.  I mean, I’m from a small town where such delicious yummies do not exist!

Here’s what I got:

And here are close-ups of the yarn.  I have to say that the Misti Alpaca was a total splurge.  Once I touched it, I knew I had to have it.  I am already feeling it around my neck.  I will cast on for a scarf tomorrow when I get home from LA.

Misty Alpaca - Colorway is Marvelous

Misti Alpaca - Colorway is "Marvelous"

The Koigu was too much to pass up.  All of the Koigu was beautiful!  The colors are vibrant.  I selected a solid color to give me more leeway in pattern selection:

Koigu

And the last purchase is Boomerang.  The colorway is White Zifandel.  I bought it because it’s worsted weight, and I am going to use it when my friend Christina (Rabbitrescuer) and I make socks.  I’m going to walk her through her first sock pattern, and she wants to use worsted weight.  I wanted to make my life easier and not have to adjust the pattern for thinner yarn.  Sure, whatever excuse works, eh?  And besides that, because it’s worsted weight, I’ll be able to get two pairs of socks out of the 320 yard skein.  Ha!  Two for the price of one, eh?

Boomerang - White Zifandel

Boomerang - White Zifandel

Now, I have to tell you that after I left the store, my head felt like it was in a fog…in a good way.  I have never gotten to visit such a fabulous yarn store.  The assortment of goodies was vast.

I called a friend and shared my giddiness.  She totally understood.

Yarn shopping is a sensory experience, as many of you know.  First, you experience visual satisfaction as your eyes lay sight of vibrant colors.  It’s like a mosaic, with all of the colors combining to form a masterpiece.

Yarn shopping is also about touch.  As you roll the yarn between your fingers, you envision yet-to-be-worked projects.  Will this make a good scarf, you wonder to yourself.  What about a pair of socks?  How will this feel on my feet? Your mind starts working overtime as it tries to process the visions placed before it.  Will a hat be warm if I use this yarn?

Yes, shopping for yarn is an uplifting experience.  It’s as if you are transported to a time of innocence and wonder, much like that of a child’s when something is brand new.  If leaves you filled with joy that’s difficult to explain to a non-yarney.

An Update on Soccer Chick

Yes, I’m a bit of a worrier.  I can’t help it.  I like to fix things, whether it is a computer or a child.

I called Soccer Chick’s physical therapist/trainer this morning and asked for her to be fit into his schedule.  He is an amazing guy…generous to a fault.  He always has room on his calendar for Soccer Chick.  I was a bit concerned as I called because his wife is due to deliver twins any day now.  Fortunately it wasn’t today.

After pulling and pushing on Chicky’s leg…basically torturing her…he came to the conclusion that she has a contusion.

Oh fright!

Naw…not really.  While the word sounds fearsome, it’s just a synonym for bruise.  Apparently her run-in with a thick-legged (her words, not mine) player last week primed her for the additional pain she incurred when she got cleated last night.

Before leaving the clinic, she had been iced, electrically shocked/stimulated (her leg, not her brain), wrapped, and drugged with Motrin.  The goal is to get the swelling down.  Ideally, she should rest it, but that’s not going to happen, so we’re going to do the best we can.

Please continue to pray for her.  She’s got some tough soccer ahead of her this weekend, and then her high school team has district playoffs next week.  Nary a break, I tell you.

Thanks.  🙂

A Rare Sight

Picture this:

AuburnChick sits on the couch, watching TV.

Rooster sits on the couch, doing homework and having a bite to eat.

Soccer Chick sits on the couch, doing homework and studying for tests.

All three of us in one room, at the same time.

This really did hapen tonight after Chick’s game (her team won).

I’m not exactly sure why we were all sitting together.  I suspect it has something to do with Soccer Chick getting banged up tonight.  Someone on the other team kicked her shin cleat-side, and Chicky’s leg is very sore and swollen.

Needless to say, I am very concerned.  It’s not often that she gets hurt.

She has a very important tournament in New Orleans this weekend.  We’re set to leave tomorrow after school.  It looks like I’ll be calling her physical therapist tomorrow to get his opinion.  I’m hoping it’s just a deep bruise, as indicated by the physical trainer (not the same guy) at the game.

The good news is that she’s walking okay.  But we’re all nervous.

Rooster treated her very gingerly, eager to retrieve her ice pack from the freezer.  I made her a burger, and Rooster served it to her on the couch.

She’s scared, so she’s being somewhat kind and tolerant of my overprotectiveness.

Please pray for her — for physical healing, for peace, and for wisdom.  I know, from what we went through with her knee a couple of years ago, that going through injuries isn’t the end of the world.  It doesn’t mean that it’s something that you enjoy, though.

A Sad Boy

As moms, we hurt when our children hurt.

Last night, Rooster’s team played a game.  He did a good job, as did everyone else.  The team won, and we got ready to leave.

I knew, immediately, that something was wrong.  Maybe it was the way he carried himself as he walked off the field.  Maybe it was the look on his face…the look that only a mom knows.

As we got in the car, he was quiet.  I asked if everything was okay.  He said it was.

He was lying.

His eyes filled with tears, and he turned away.

I made some specific queries…was it soccer?

No.

Was it school?

No.

And then a sob escaped from his throat.

Poor guy.  He was hurting, and he didn’t want to share.  I had to respect that, but I wanted so badly to know the reason so that maybe, in some small way, I could make it better.

We rode the rest of the way home without speaking.  The radio played softly in the background…soothing Christian songs.  I felt my heart lifted just a teensy bit, as the words reminded me that God is on His throne.  Even if I didn’t know the reason for Rooster’s sadness, God knew.

This knowledge was comforting, if not to Rooster, then to me.