Shank-You!

You're looking at her...er, reading her: the Hermiston High School Varsity Assistant Coach. Yup, back to one of my loves. Passion #3: The game of Volleyball.

Love it! Love to play it, watch it, and coach it.

But since I got the job, I must get into shape for real. Tomorrow I'll go buy my favorite nike running shoes and shorts, dig out my old nostalgic tee-shirts, and hit the road.

So fellow bloggers for those of you who follow, and those of you who don't, I'll post our progress on my blog and let you in on my rants and raves as my

alter ego"coach nan" takes over.

Sworn in today, and rearing to go. Watch out, this bulldog is coming through.

Passing Time...

As we were driving in the car to Hermiston, I asked Mitch...

"Mitch, if there was one person you could find out what happened to them and where they are right now, who would you pick?"

"Huh?"

"Mitch, if there....(nan repeating question)

"uh, lemmie think. Who would you pick?"

"I would pick Mark Mintzer"

"who is that?"

Remember those days in elementary school when you had one boy who chased you on the play ground? That's my Mark. He was really a sweet boy, and when he wasn't chasing me, he was teaching me how to blitz in a game of touch football, or holding my spot in line for the swing sets. He wasn't the most popular, and not a nerd. Just Mark. I wonder if he finished school, got a good job, and has a good family. Wouldn't it be nice if all of our friendships and relationships were that easy.

I wonder if anyone wonders about me. What would I tell them? Wait, I know...I'm a happy mom, who loves her family and life.

I know this is kinda weird question, but a good one for the drive to Hermiston, passin' time:

Who do you wonder about?

INDEPENDENCE DAY

Our family had such a fun time at our bbq's and parties, I thought I would post a few pictures for family and friends. Happy summer!

a) Jacks little wet bum

b) Cam in the ward 4th of July parade at the church

c) Cam and Kendle playing in a mud puddle they made from the sprinkler a couple days before

d) Mitch in line for his GRUBBIN' BBQ

e) Cute cousins floatin' in the pool

f) Marilyn and Brandon taking a break from the heat

Thong, th-, thong, thong, thong...

In the interest of summer, my footwear becomes a very important topic. In the area I live in, my main concern is to stay cool, and the only way I can do that is to wear my favorite shoes: Thongs.

Yeah, I said "thongs". When did it become a foux pas to say the word thong? Was it when people's sexuality became so public? Was it when Sisqo sang a song about thongs-and meant the article of clothing that you wear around your bum, or not so much? When I was a kid, we said the word and never had a second thought.

The dictionary states:

thong –noun
1.a strip of material, esp. of leather or hide, used to fasten or secure something.
2.a strip of leather or hide used for whipping; whiplash.
3.a shoe or slipper fastened to the foot chiefly by a strip of leather or other material passing between the first and second toes and often attaching to another strip of material, as a strap across the instep or around the ankle.
4.a brief garment for the lower body that exposes the buttocks, consisting of a strip of fabric passing between the thighs and attached to a band around the waist.

Ha! see my thongs are still one up on the yuk thong, so that should beat it right? No. I hate how I must be careful when I'm talking and say "flip flops" so other people know I'm not just being crude and talking about nasty underwear (which teen-age girls are flaunting all the time) . Of course I'M just referring to my shoes.

So public, I am now protesting the pop-culture language we all take to be truth, and saying: I will no longer be "politically correct". I am going home to my roots, and proudly wearing my THONGS!

Mom-isms

I got this in an email.

Just thought it was funny.

ENJOY!

"Hair" today, gone tomorrow

I got a haircut today.

Isn't it amazing how good you feel after one. Its kinda like when mom comes home from grocery shopping and she bought a box of Lucky Charms. SUGAR HIGH. I wanna run errands all day with all my kids because my hair feels and looks AWESOME. However, the next day, never looks that way again because you suck at fixing it just the perfect way the hairstylist does it. Anywho, Camden informed me "mom I don't like your hair, it looks wierd." Kids say the darnest things. "But hey kid, I still got like 6 more hours of FAB hair- so cool it."

PS- yardsale-ing today & tomorrow. Stop on by.

I passed through the seven levels of the Candy Cane forest, through the sea of swirly twirly gum drops, and then I walked through the Lincoln Tunnel.

I'm a dreamer.

Not in the future sense, but in the sleep sense. I sleep way too lightly and I can usually remember close to all my dream each night that I do. Mitch hates it when I wake up and tell him what happened in my dreams.

"Mitch, wanna hear about my dream last night?"
"Nope."
"K, so we were in 7th grade art class, and you were there, and you were making out with this girl. And she was like laughing at me and pointing."
"Nan, it wasn't real."
"But I was sooo mad at you."
"Nan, it wasn't real."
"And you were laughing too."
"Nan, it wasn't real."
"And I stormed out of the room, but you didn't follow."

My mom used to tell us that our dreams probably are affirmations of our feelings. For example, if you were being drowned and your friend was doing it, that probably means that you have some pent up frustration with them. Or if my dad left me on purpose at a truck stop, it means that I'm not getting enough dad time and need to hear I love you from him. But not all my dreams are jealous rages. I have some plain out CRAZY ones. Like when I gave birth to a red bouncy ball, or when I fall down a well (who has open wells any more anyway).

Sometimes you might be the one who dreams and acts. My sister gets up in the night and lives her dreams physically. She will literally get up and clean her room (push everything in the closet) because her friends are there and she doesn't want them to see her underwear on the floor-but it's the middle of the night and NO one is really there.

"Mitch wanna hear my dream last night?"
"Nope."
"It was so mean of you. We were on the golf course, and you were running away from me and hiding behind all the trees"
"(sigh) Nan, it isn't real"
"...and you were riding my favorite horse and even he was whooping and hollering 'ha ha, mitch is riding me'"
"Nan, you need help."
"(Almost crying) Mitch just say you love me."
in his grizzly barg voice, "Nan, I love you and I'll pay more attention to you."

Thats exactly what I needed to hear.


How do you dream?