Like Sands of the Hourglass…

These are the Binders of My Life

I have been challenged by Tracie at Life in the Wylde West to the Five Photos, Five Stories Challenge.  “Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo.  It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph, and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge.”

Now, getting me to do anything for five days in a row is a challenge – but because Tracie said the loveliest things about me in her post, well, I can’t refuse!

Plus, as a friend of mine recently stated “Kate is always doing challenges”

It’s true, I am!

But what is life without a few challenges!

Day 1:

Do you see those four binders?  Those represent my life right now.

The fact that those binders are sandwiched in between my business life, on the right, and my personal life, on the left, is probably the most accurate representation of “balance” that you’ll ever find!

The blue binder is my Drama folder for church.  In here lives all of the scripts we are working on, plus meeting notes and upcoming events.

Next to it is a purple folder. Right now that purple folder is so small – but I know that as the months pass it will start to grow, and soon it will overflow.  That purple binder represents Senior Year.  That binder tells me that Mr. T passed his State mandated tests, that he only needs 4 credits to graduate and is on the recommended graduation plan.  It tells me when to start watching for cap and gown purchases and how much ads in the Yearbooks are estimated to be.  That purple binder is the one that causes a lump to form in my throat!

Next to that is my Cheerleading binder.  Not only did I join the Booster Club to support our team, but I am a member of the Executive Committee – for the 2nd year! I know, it freaks me out, too!  This binder contains all I need to know to fulfill my role on the committee, and it brings me such joy.  I get to be involved, but not intrusive, and it works for me and Mr. T!

But, if that wasn’t enough, the SNAG!16 binder has joined the ranks.  SNAG is Senior Night After Graduation and is our version of Project Graduation, which was started to give graduates a safe place to gather together after graduation. Sadly, graduation night is the night that has the highest incidents of our kids not making it back home and there has been a movement for many years, all over the United States, to give the graduates a place to play and hang out and have a big hooray before closing this chapter in their lives.  Since 2015 is our schools first graduating class, we are all kinda winging it – but guess what I did – I volunteered to be an Executive on this Committee, too.  We will plan and fund raise and do all we can to give our kids the best night after graduation, to give them memories they will carry with them for a lifetime.

I’m happy to report that I’m not the only crazy parent.

Which is good, because the other day I completely lost it on Facebook!

What is the secret handshake I need to learn in order to start getting info on Senior year? Is it too soon to be asking about if yearbook photos have to be a specific company? Or yearbook ads? Or when to take senior pictures? Or announcements? Holy cow, please tell me we get an order form for that! Am I the only one that has started to freak yet? Mrs. S, you’re going thru it now… can you just give me the answer sheet and I’ll copy it all onto my test!

Wordless Wednesday 11-5-14

 

 

For #MCM (Man Crush Monday) Mr. T’s girlfriend posted, “If we could all just take a minute to appreciate how wonderful this man is, that would be amazing.  So proud of him in everything he does, from singing at church, to mascotting at school, to being involved in the school play.”

So, they aren’t my words, but she sums up my Wordless Wednesday perfectly!

 

 

 

Third Time is NOT a Charm

Okay, so Mr. T is in Oklahoma at church camp.  He has really enjoyed these trips over the years and growing up I remember how much fun I had, so I’m glad that we’ve found a church that we both like and continues the great Youth Camp tradition.

I like traditions.  I like that there are some things that are sacrosanct and must be repeated each year.  I have an ornament that always goes on the Christmas tree first.  BA and I have lunch at “our place” each year for his birthday (and when I take other sales reps there, I just don’t tell him.  If he catches me, well, then I play the honey-it-didn’t-mean-anything card.  There are only so many times your best friend will believe that line tho!).  Every year I know we will have a Diva Camping trip – girls only.

So, maybe I love traditions!  I love old ones that have been passed down for generations and that we continue, and I love new ones that I got to start with Mr. T.

One tradition I don’t love, though, seems to always occur when T is at camp.

Two years ago I got a call:

“Mom, my glasses broke.”

“Can you wear them enough to get by the last couple of days of camp?”

“Yeah.”

When he got back into town, we replaced them.

One year ago:

“Mom, I dropped my glasses in the lake and they sunk to the bottom, they are gone.”

“Okay, let me overnight you a pair.”

That cost an arm and a leg – and when he got back into town, we replaced them.

This year, we got smart, he took his athletic glasses to wear while swimming.  Now, the prescription is a couple of years old; however, he wore them this weekend camping and it seemed to work well.

Then I got THE call:

“Mom, my glasses are breaking. The screw is coming out and I have to be very careful wearing them.”

“Then you better very carefully go to the office or nurse and get some duct tape and tape that all up to get you by!”

Okay, I may have not phrased it like that, I may have actually been nice and sympathetic you know “well, baby, can you get some duct tape and wrap that up to hold it together until you get back and I can fix it?”

Or, I might not have.

All I know is that this is the third year of camp and apparently the third time is NOT a charm! I had a girlfriend ask me the other day “So, any word from T? Does he have his glasses?”  Now, I know she was joking, but she died laughing when I told her what happened.

So, yeah, that just happened, third time to camp and the third pair of broken glasses.