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Remembering…

Memorial Day.

A time for remembering and honoring those in our armed forces who have fallen in the name of freedom.

As a naturalized citizen, I am especially grateful that a country would welcome those from foreign lands, allow us to become part of its citizenry, and fight to defend us, adopted sons and and daughters.

Today, I want to share two videos.

The first is a Psalm 23 Memorial Day Tribute.  Kathy Triccoli sings the 23rd Psalm.

The next video is the Dixie Chick’s song, Travelin’ Soldier.

Rooster’s English class read the book Fallen Angels.  They had to do PowerPoints analyzing characters (it was an English class, after all).  The teacher also had a fundraiser for the Wounded Soldier Project.

As a treat, the last day of the project, a tenth grade female student went into the classroom and sang Travelin’ Soldier while strumming her guitar.

I was subbing in the class next door, and I heard a few strains and enough words to figure out what was going on.

I was amazed, and after talking to the English teacher, the student came into fourth period to sing for my class.

It was touching to see my students sit, mouths agape.

It did not surprise me, though.

I live in an area that is home to a couple of military bases, and there are two more within two hour’s drive.  The military presence is strong here.

I hope the song touches your heart as much as it does to mine every time I hear it.

Happy 16th Birthday, Rooster!

It seems like only yesterday that I was wishing Chicky a happy 16th birthday.

Now, it’s my baby’s turn.

I think Father Time has been running on the treadmill lately.  Whatever happened to my little guy who I could set in the middle of the living room floor and return minutes later to find him keeping himself happy with a piece of carpet lint (he was quite the easy-going lad).

Oh wait.

He turned into the young man who just this weekend found himself sitting fairly still for hours…in front of his Xbox with three friends and his oldest cousin.

Yeah, that’s how he spent Friday…five Xbox consoles, five TVs, and one very hot room with all of that electronic equipment running.

The only time the boys emerged was to grab chicken nuggets from the Chick fil A party platter we’d brought home or to get drinks of water.

Typical boys…give them a game console and food, and you never hear from them.

We went to a movie on Saturday (more about that in my next post), but we’re saving our traditional “birthday dinner out” until after graduation…knock out two birds with one stone.

All around, it has been a fairly low-key birthday, but still a huge milestone.

Rooster is more than a Modern Warfare junkie (that’s the newest and most popular Xbox game).

He is a young man who began going to Wednesday night youth group before Chicky.  He encouraged her to go each week, and finally, she did.

He is a young man who woke up extra early during Easter week to attend church services BEFORE school.

Rooster is a young man who jumps at every chance to spend time at church.  Two years ago, he went to Kentucky on a two-week mission trip, and he is planning on going to an Indian reservation out West for another mission trip this summer.

Rooster is a young man who, when asked to help out fellow church-goers, will eagerly lend a hand.  He recently assisted the youth pastor in pulling roofing off of his house.

Rooster is a young man who gave up two social invitations to spend time with me on my birthday because, in his words, “In three years, I won’t be here to celebrate your birthday with you.  I’ll be in college.”

Happy Birthday, Rooster.  It is a privilege watching you grow and mature into the man God intends you to be.  I consider it an honor to be your mama, and I love you very much.

AuburnChick Knits Her First Sweater

I know I have not talked about knitting in a while, but that’s because I was plodding my way through a new project.

I finally completed my first sweater!

Allow me to introduce you to my Featherweight Cardigan (you can purchase the pattern here).

To make it, I used the Misti Alpaca Lace yarn (color #18) I bought myself on my birthday…

When I was first attracted to the yarn, I had no idea what I would make with it, and being the anal person that I am, I had to have some idea before I actually paid for it.  The ladies in the yarn shop told me about this pattern, which surprised me because you don’t typically knit a sweater from lace weight yarn.

However, by using a larger needle (I used a size 4, but I now wish I’d gone up to a 6), you create a lighter sweater.  Although the yarn is thin, the stockinette stitch creates a denser fabric…perfect for a sweater!

The sweater took me almost two months to complete.  As you know, I’ve been busy with AP exams, soccer, and graduation stuff.  Plus, and I’ll admit it, the pattern was b-o-r-i-n-g!  It was tremendously easy but monotonous.  I’m used to lots of cables and lace in my patterns!!  Obviously, this project had none of that.

One nice thing about this pattern…no seaming!  Yep.  It is knit as one piece.  Yay!

Anyhoo, the worst part was the edging and the collar, which I did in a 1×1 ribbing to prevent curling…

This project only required 115 grams of yarn (a little over one skein), so it is not yarn intensive…a good thing to know if you are on a tight budget.

As soon as I bound off and had it on my blocking board, I cast on a new project…one of my favorite things to knit…

Anyone wanna guess what I’m working on now?

Top Ten Chicky School Memories

I think it is more than fair to devote a little extra blog-time to Chicky, given the very important milestone that is at hand.

Last night, after posting my thoughts about her first and last days of school, I started remembering things she had said and done at school over the years.  I want to share my top ten memories with you.

  1. 1st Grade – Chicky has never forgotten the day I made her walk to school in her pajamas.  We had been battling about her getting up on time, and she had been warned.  The crossing guard asked if it was Pajama Day at school.  Nope.  It was a life lesson.  I had packed regular clothes in Chicky’s backpack, and I asked her teacher to allow her to change during recess.  Chicky always got up with her alarm after that day!
  2. 1st Grade – During a parent/teacher conference, Chicky’s teacher wrote, on her permanent record, “I have every confidence that Chicky could run the class if I weren’t here.”  Um, yeah.
  3. 2nd Grade – As I approached her classroom (a portable) to volunteer, I heard the following chant:  “Go Chicky, Go Chicky.”  I wondered what was happening, and when I opened the door, I saw the students playing Musical Chairs.  They were urging her on.  She was competitive even at that young age, and she was quite fast.  She had already won a game or two.  She was a BEAST!
  4. 4th Grade – Chicky joined the Football Club at school.  A neighbor found out and asked, “Oh, is Chicky cheerleading?”  My response?  “Neighbor, you obviously do not know us very well.  Chicky would never put on a cheerleading outfit.  She’s on the football team!”  She would up playing wide receiver and running back.  Those boys could not catch her!
  5. 5th Grade – Chicky and a couple of friends rode bikes to and from school.  One afternoon, they got chased by a few boys.  Chicky pedaled as hard as she could and came in breathless and scared.  She was brave enough, though, to report the boys, playing a huge role in them leaving others alone.  I was so proud of her!
  6. 6th Grade – We had just moved across the state, and Chicky started a new school.  When I picked her up that first day, Chicky got in the car and announced that we HAD to go shopping.  She needed a new outfit, a purse, and “lipstick.”  I said ok to the first two, and we compromised on the third, getting clear lip gloss…just a little something to put in her purse.  This was the first major sign that my baby was growing up.
  7. 6th Grade – At the end of this first year in a new school and a new town, we attended the awards ceremony.  Chicky was awarded the Principal’s Award – the highest honor bestowed on a student.  She was floored given that she had much such an impression in such a short time.
  8. 9th Grade – Chicky made the varsity soccer team as a freshman…a rare thing.  She got hurt halfway through the season and had to endure surgery.  Despite playing only slightly more than half the season, she was awarded the Coach’s Award.  Her good attitude and devotion to her team was evident early on.  I bawled my eyes out that night as I watched her hobble up the stage’s stairs on her crutches, touched by the coach’s kindness and Chicky’s perseverance.
  9. 12th Grade – During Chicky’s high school soccer team’s Regional Final game, Chicky scored the last goal.  Defenders do not get moved up much and hence do not score often.  To see her pump her fist in the air in joy brought a huge smile to my face and made me almost lose my voice as I cheered for her from the stands.
  10. 11th or 12th Grade (I can’t remember which one) – One day I walked into the Media Center during lunch.  I saw Chicky, sitting at a table with other friends.  I started to speak to her but stopped myself when I saw everyone’s heads bowed.  They had been having a Bible study and were praying together…right there…in the middle of the school library…at prime social hour.  THIS is my favorite memory of all.

Chicky’s Last Day of School

Today was Chicky’s last day of school.

As I drove in to sub, I couldn’t help but compare it to her first day of kindergarten.

Parents were allowed to walk the kids in on that first day.

I remember looking at those tiny chairs and looking at Chicky, who was a tiny thing herself.  She would be entering a room of total strangers, and I felt bad.

Would she make friends?  Would she eat the lunch I packed?  Would she be able to find her way to the bathroom?

I waited eagerly in the car loop line that afternoon, and when I saw my baby emerge from the school, I saw a huge smile on her face.

Her day had been wonderful.

Her second day was almost as traumatic (for me) as the first day.  The school administrators cut the parents off cold-turkey, requiring us to drop off our children in the car loop.

Oy!

But, there were older students standing there, acting as monitors, assisting the younger ones as they tried to make their way to classes.

It was a huge lesson in trust, as I let her go…into the still-somewhat-unknown.

Thirteen years later, I stand poised to do the same again.

Contrary to what most people expect, I do not think I will cry.  I did that already at the soccer banquet.

No.

This time, I will let her go a bit easier, knowing that she walked out of that school today as a confident young woman.

She knows that the most valuable friendships aren’t necessarily with the popular girls, who wound up treating her the worst during the last two years.

Most importantly, Chicky has a faith that most young people do not have at her tender age.

Her priorities seem to be in order.

It’s almost time to let my Chicky fly.

Random Dozen – Do You Wanna Party?

I love Random Dozen Day!

You, too, can play along!  Just copy the questions, give your own answers, and then link back to Linda’s blog!  Make sure you visit some other blogs.  I’ve made some new bloggy friends this way!

1. Would you rather host party or simply attend a party?

Honestly?  Neither.  I am not a party person.  However, if I had to choose, I would say attend a party.  I have a huge fear of letting people down…not meeting their expectations…so I tend to be very nervous when hosting things.  Plus, when attending parties, you can leave when you want.  It’s kind of hard to kick out guests when you’re tired of them!

2. Tell us about the most memorable party you’ve been to.

I really had to think about this because, as you now know from Question 1, I do not attend parties on a regular basis.

Probably my favorite party, or I should say parties, were at my good friend’s house.  We met when she and her family moved into the third floor apartment directly above me.  She was a stay-at-home mom and had a daughter close to my children’s ages.  We hit it off immediately.

Her husband had a large, extended family, and they often entertained them.  Felisha included my family in her family gatherings.

I especially remember her New Year’s Eve parties.  We took cheap champagne because that was all we could afford.  The guys played cards, the kids played, and the women talked.  Her mom made fabulous spinach dip in a bread bowl.

There was lots of love and laughter.  I miss my dear friend and will always cherish those times.

3. What is one thing you hope for in the after-life?

I know I am going to heaven when I die.  The thing I wish for the most is to see my loved ones (including my furry babies) there.  I have every confidence that my immediate family will be there, so it would be my greatest surprise to see my dad.  I doubt I will.  He once mocked my Christianity and even called it a cult.  Although he died rather suddenly and completely unexpectedly, I hold out hope that at the very end, he called on God to save him.

4. What do you enjoy most about sunshine?

The warmth that it brings, or the promise of warmth (say, in the middle of winter).

5. When you attend a bridal/baby shower, do you prefer to bring your own gift or chip in with others to buy a larger gift?

Now that I knit, I prefer to take my own gift.  However, just like in question #1, I tend to stress a lot…worrying if a person will like what I picked out or made.

6. Would you rather have a FREE week of having your house cleaned or all of your meals cooked for you and your family?

I have never had anyone else clean my house for me and can only imagine how incredible that must be.  However, cooking is just something that seems to be a last-minute chore, so I’d choose having a cook for a week.

7. What song describes your mood today?

“God is in Control” (Twila Paris) is my mood song for the day.  I am trusting God with everything…my job situation…paying bills…you name it.  I am so thankful that He is in control.

8. What is something you received for your own bridal shower/wedding that you still own or use? (If you are not married, feel free to sub a gift you received a long time ago.)

I use things until they either wear out or tear up.  Thus, I am still using my every day china and a few bath towels.  I find it amazing that the towels have not worn out after 20 years of use!  The china is chipped, and despite my buying replacement pieces on Ebay, I realize that the end is near.  I’d venture to bet that I’ll have a new set in five years.

9. Your favorite flavor of ice cream is?

I can’t really have ice cream because I am lactose-intolerant, but on days when I decide to punish myself with the pain that’s sure to follow, I love to indulge in Ben & Jerry’s Chocolate Fudge Brownie or Half Baked Ice Cream.  Anything with chocolate makes me happy!

10. When was the last time you felt “tested?”

Every day is a test when you are the mother of children (no matter the age of the children).  My patience is tested daily, as is my resolve to keep my mouth shut (I fail at this every time I’m tested, unfortunately).

11. “[Fill in the blank] is a food that once I start eating I find really hard to stop.”

Pringles is a food that once I start eating, I find really hard to stop.

12. “—–” is the best motivation.

Desperation is the best motivation.  I know this because of my money situation.  Having less money has led me to become more creative in ways that I can save.  It is why I spend hours each week couponing and hunting for money-saving deals.

I Love Getting Things for Free

This morning, I spent three hours filing coupons.  It was an overwhelming task, to say the least…

The payoff was worth it, though, when I later came home with several free items…

I found the Tide at Target in the travel-size section of the health and beauty aisle.  I used $1 coupons that said “on any size.”  The cashier tried to tell me I could not use the coupons, but I assured her that because the coupons did not say “excludes trial sizes,” I could, in fact, cash them in.  This is a good lesson to remember when using coupons.  Always check the sizes specified!  You never know when a great deal is at your fingertips.

The body wash was a great find.  Target’s regular price is $3.99, and I had $4 coupons for both, making them free.

I got the pretzels from Publix, thanks to a tip from Coupon Queen.  She reminded me that I had a coupon for free pretzels when purchasing two bags of Ruffles chips, which were B1G1 during the most recent sale.

SCORE!

I got some other great deals today, but I won’t bother to bore you with the details.

But, after not shopping for three weeks, my deal-seeking inner goddess has been re-awakened.

Bring on the sales, Baby.  Here I come!

Some Things You Don’t Skimp On

It’s been three weeks since I touched my coupons.

What can I say?  Life has kept me busy.

We’ve made really small trips for deli sandwiches and such, but no major excursions.

However, today was the first in a while that I did not have to sub. I planned on taking advantage of my day off.

I dragged out the coupons…

Yeah, it’s as messy in real life as in those pictures.  Hence, my reluctance to dive back in.

However, Rooster had started getting ornery, pretty much demanding that I get my act in gear.  He’s almost 16 and eats a lot.  In his words, “I’ve eaten everything that’s edible.”

Not very subtle, eh?

So, I got my list together and headed out.

I spent more than usual, but only because my store will not accept the $5/$20 Rite Aid coupons any more.

Still, I saved 60%.  Sorry, but I did not take any pictures.

I heard ooohhh’s and ahhhh’s as the kids and the Mr. discovered the cookies and chips I had come home with.  You’d have thought they’ve never seen those items before!

A bit later, Chicky emerged from the restroom with a, “Whoa, what kind of toilet paper did you buy?”

Uh oh.

I guess the Scott’s wasn’t going over very well…

I thought I was getting a great deal.  I used a $1 coupon to drop the price I paid to $2.99.  I had compared the yardage and saw I was getting more for my money.

Plus, I thought Chicky liked rough toilet paper.  She used to tell me to buy “gas station toilet paper” because she did not like the soft stuff.

I guess her preferences have changed…matured, if you will.

I would have done well to check the number of plys per sheet.

It is one-ply.

“Suck it up,” I said.  I’ll get some better stuff next time, making no mention of the $10 stuff I buy for the Mr.’s bathroom (which I’ve blogged about before).

Still thinking it was no big deal, I headed over to the kids’ bathroom for a tinkle.

One spin of the roll, and I was hollering, “Whoa!”

Rooster heard me and said, “Told you so.”

That he did.

I learned my lesson.  There are just some things you don’t skimp on.

10 Years Just Flew By

We’ve all heard the saying…”Time flies when you’re having fun.”

Well, for the AuburnChick household, ten years flew by quicker than a bag of M&M’s in the Mr.’s hands.

What leads me down this road of reminiscing?

Chicky’s last bid for a State Cup title.

Chicky’s team came in 3rd.  That final game has eluded her once again, but it is okay…a little bittersweet, but o-kay.

Ten years ago, Chicky started playing travel soccer.  She had already played two years in the recreational league before getting invited to try out for the local select team.

Oh the nerves, as we waited, in the rain, for the coach to post the list of those who had made it.

We went out to dinner after, celebrating her accomplishment.

Thus began the journey.

I remember the first summer as incredibly hot and humid.  Chicky’s coach insisted on mid-day practices.  We were miserable.  I can’t believe Chicky stuck it out.

Come fall, we were glad for the coach’s wisdom, because our girls were in better shape than any other team.  We enjoyed watching our eight year olds run circles around what would become our nemesis teams, practicing some of the new skills they had just learned.

Back in the early years, we did not travel far.  Our games rarely took us more than 45 minutes away from home.

As Chicky’s skills improved, the Mr. and I grew more knowledgeable about youth soccer.  He was voted to become the Club’s President, while I served as Team Mom.  However, we moved to north Florida before his reign began, and we started all over again with a new club.

We had scouted out teams and purposefully selected her new one based on its record.  Chicky was a nervous wreck when she tried out.  The team’s practices were as fast as her former team’s best games.

She made the team but had to earn her starting position.

This is when the heavy traveling began.

Our second tournament was in Washington, D.C.  Not only did we buy a new washer and dryer that month, but we also paid for airfare for the entire family.  It was then that I began my part-time job.

Chicky’s team did not win the tournament, but she showed her stuff and earned the spot she wanted.

Rooster had also been playing soccer, so the kids kept us busy with their team schedules.

When you live in north Florida, you have to travel a lot to play good teams, so traveling is what we did.

Chicky changed teams after about three years when the local team broke up.  You’ve just gotta love soccer politics.

Thank goodness for it, though, because Chicky’s new team was a fabulous assortment of players with an amazing coach.  We drove Chicky two and a half hours each way for practices two or three afternoons a week.  She would leave straight from school, and we wouldn’t return until 10:30 or 11pm at night.

Chicky learned the meaning of true dedication.

After Chicky got hurt in 9th grade, she took half a season off.  In the meantime, things changed again, and she joined a new team on the other side of the state.

Practices were held on weekends with games on opposite weekends.  What a crazy life!  After a year and a half, Chicky changed teams, returning to her former team.  However, that’s when she discovered just how competitive she really is, and she returned to her other team…this time for good.

Over the years, we have experienced quite a few things.

We stayed in dumpy motels and really nice hotels.  We’ve seen every kind of breakfast buffet known to man, free and otherwise.

We can tell you every restaurant across north Florida, and the bathrooms in between.

Chicky played in more tournaments than I can count.

My favorite was the trip to San Diego, although most of what I did between games was write papers and study.  It also happens to be the tournament during which I started writing this blog.

I enjoyed the Las Vegas trip we made after San Diego.  I had just finished college and splurged at two fabulous yarn stores I found in town.

My least-favorite games were held in Georgia in the middle of the winter.  One of the parents took a picture of me all wrapped up.  This was the time before Mr. Heater.

Some of my favorite memories will be those of Chicky and her best friend, with whom we carpooled to practices with.  Chicky tends to be a quiet girl until she gets to know a person.  But then look out.  She becomes Ms. Personality.  Her best friend is a true ham in the sense of the word.  Put the two girls together, and there is non-stop laughter.

I found it fitting that we ate dinner with Best Friend and her dad after the game on Saturday.

As I sit here and reflect, I give thanks to God for the friendships we made over the years.  On Saturday, it was a love-fest at the hotel and the soccer fields as we ran into former teammates and their families.  I know that we will continue to keep up with them during the next four years as most of the girls will play soccer in college.

Still, things will be different.

No more getting lost and calling Mr. B. for help navigating.  No more checking into the hotel where the staff truly knew our names because we were there two or three weekends a month.  The early Saturday morning wake-up calls will, for the most part, be a thing of the past (thank goodness).  And all the dinners out…my credit card might yet recover!

I am excited for Chicky as she embarks on the next phase of her soccer career, and I wish our friends the best in the years to come.

I am sure the next ten years will fly by as quickly as the previous ones did!

The Angst of Yearbook Signing

The students at Chicky and Rooster’s high school received their yearbooks this week.

No matter what decade you’re in, some things never change.

I’ve watched these kids carry their books from class to class, the same sentence repeated over and over:  “Sign my yearbook, and make it good.”

I overheard one girl tell another about the stresses of signing the books.  She said that she had to “be in the yearbook signing mood.”

I’ve watched others explain how they are saving “these two pages” for so-and-so, and “they better make it good.”

Yesterday, one girl recounted how her boyfriend said the sweetest things, “only misspelling three words.”

Sigh…I’m aflutter with emotion.

Gag.

I’m sure we all remember our own yearbook blurbs.

Mine went something like this:

“AuburnChick, you’re the best friend a girl could ask for.  You always tell me when I have boogers in my nose, and you never let me leave the bathroom with toilet paper stuck to my shoe.  I’ve even forgiven you for pulling the chair out from under me during the middle of lunch [yes, I really did do that].  Call me this summer, and we’ll put baby oil on and get burned to a crisp together.  BFF4EVR”

Yeah, right.

I don’t remember getting a phone call, and I am positive that said people and Your’s Truly were never BFF’s, nor did we stay that way.

Still, at that impressionable age, teens get caught up in the moment, thinking this is the pinnacle of their lives.  And it is.  So far.

Both their innocence and cattiness (talking about how much they hate so-and-so and then writing BFF messages the next class period) cause me to chuckle…and remember back to a time when I did the same thing.