If time travel is possible, it happened, and I was a part of it. It’s been 10 years since we moved from Amarillo to Omaha. I’ve made all of these pics full size for your enjoyment…
Look at this view! Even the guy’s bald shiny spot is elegant! Lucy and I went to see my brilliantly talented cousin, Jeremy perform with the Amarillo Symphony. He’s the Tuba Principal (aka – he’s kind of a big deal, y’all.) Just look for the Tuba on the right. We had the coolest seats in the house, and even though I got the “Spirit Award” in choir, I could still appreciate the beautiful music and what it takes to bring all of these people and their talents together.
Our first stop was at my friend, Will & Shannon’s house. Will offered to let us stay at their ranch house. Will has inherited the “Family Reserve” as they call it. It is now their second home or maybe it’s his first home, I don’t know how that works. But he and his beautiful wife, Shannon, and their baby boy don’t live there full time. So, he offered to let us stay there. He knows me well enough to know this may not be a good idea. But he’s a good enough friend to offer. Besides, what damage could I possibly do? Oh God. Continue reading →
This year, the kids aren’t trick-or-treating. We’ve promised them candy though. So, don’t turn us in just yet. But you might want to consider a few of these guys. I never had the heart to do this. But, apparently enjoy watching other parents make their kids cry. I couldn’t pick between two videos, so I’m posting both.
Today, Lucy and I are hitting the open road to go back to Texas. WTAMU is having a Volleyball Alum gig, and I don’t know what I’m more excited about, to see all of my friends and WT family, for Lucy to meet them, or for them to get to meet my extraordinary daughter.
I know our 10-hour roadtrip will be a fun bonding experience. We’re both conspiring on coffee stops and road trip food. French onion dip and potato chips are high on the list. We’ll have some much needed and cherished time together on the road.
Max and Ricardo are staying home for Max’s basketball practice and a game. I hesitantly pulled out of the driveway when I heard the phrase “Mancation” mentioned.
I’ve been back to cooking again. Like, a lot. I love to re-interpret recipes, and since I’ve switched to the Food Network over HGTV, everyone seems to be fed well lately. And whoever came up with the concept of merging a talk show with a food show, God Bless Your Soul. I am in love with The Chew. Don’t get me started about the joy Rachael Ray brings me. And I was watching Chopped the other day, while making mashed potatoes. Mashed potatoes, y’all. They were frikkin delicous. Let me be clear that I never write my own recipes. What I do is I find one, and I change it based on one or more of the following things: Continue reading →
Oh, believe it, I’m now the owner of a cat. A black cat, no less. Back when I was playing volleyball in college, I was super superstitious. So much that one time I opened my apartment door to head to a game, and I saw a black cat walk right across my path. I did what any other rational superstitious athlete would do. I shut the door and crawled out my back window. Duh.
And here I am hauling a black frikkin cat across my path for 750 miles. What the hell just happened?
People ask how I’m recovering – I’ve completely recovered. My scar doesn’t so much as itch anymore, and I sometimes forget that I even did it. Physically, it’s as if it never happened. I feel that good. Possibly better because I have such a great outlook on life and what we’re each capable of doing. Don’t go telling me I need to be more involved in my community. I mean, I’m literally a part of someone else, and it’s not even one of my kids. How’s that for community involvement? I’d suggest that I’ve gained a false sense of confidence, but then again, I don’t think it’s that false at all. I’m so happy and pleased with the outcome of the entire situation. Continue reading →
This summer, Max earned second IN THE NATION at high jump. And just like his dad, my Ricardo, and just like I said with Randall Carter, I hope that he keeps going, and that it’s not his biggest accomplishment.
For Max, it certainly isn’t. I mean, I’m proud of his ability to compete. High jump, as it turns out is a super-mind game sport. Sure, it takes skill and effort. You’re competing against others, but you’re also competing against yourself. Your goal is to better your jump each meet. Inches are milestones in high jump. So, you may not win a meet, but if you set a new PR (personal record) by just an inch, well, you may as well be on the podium collecting your gold.