So here we are, the days after Christmas....the days just before a new year. Quite a ponderous time.....still surrounded by all things Christmas, trying to dig out from all the stuff......at the same time, ready for a fresh start as we embark on 2009.
Will I make resolutions? I sure could use a few....being healthier, being more patient and trying to be more organized are always a few things I could work on. I am certainly not alone. It's always fun to drive by the spa/gym in the first part of January and notice the full parking lots as EVERYONE has that
New Year/New You mindset.
So here's to saying good-bye to 2008, for me it was a pretty crazy year.
And here's to looking at a prosperous and thinner :) 2009.
Happy New Year to you!!
Karen
Monday, December 29, 2008
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
What did I learn Monday....
Well, the holiday lights are finally up at the Perrin house. All my neighbors were weeks ahead and we looked like a black hole, until this weekend and we joined the throngs of lighted homes. We got crazy this year and added red and green lights to go with the clear. Crazy, I know!! It actually looks alot more festive.
So, Monday night I learned a little something about myself. Let me preface this by saying, I like sports. While I am not really the most athletic person around, I do like to watch them on TV and I love watching my kids do whatever sporting activities they enjoy. That being said, I have enjoyed soccer seasons, cheered my way through t-ball and baseball, even gotten the hang of the rules in inline hockey. However, this season is the first for me as a basketball mom...and let me say, this is a tough one for me. The sport is fine, I even played some in grade school. But as a Mom, it's not for me. I guess there is a reason I am a baseball person...some say it is too slow paced. Not me...I love the often times passive way you can watch a baseball game (and sure it's a bit more stressful to watch when your kid plays infield) but basketball...that's a whole other deal.
How can I describe it.....as a Mom who is a spectator, when your kid is on the court, the fun, fast paced nature of the game becomes much more nerve racking and tense. And my son is only 8!!!!
What must it be like to be related to or invested in someone who plays college or pro ball of any kind. Think about the mom's of all the U of M Tigers basketball players in the NCAA championship game? Or the mom of any field goal kicker in any football league....and again, I know, I know..... my son is only 8. And we all know in our hearts, the point is not if he wins, or makes that basket, or hits his free throw shot. It's all about him having fun. And that's all he will hear from me.
But inside, I'll be all in knots, hoping he can break out of the pack, find a guy to pass to, or just simply just not walk or double dribble. :)
So, Monday night I learned a little something about myself. Let me preface this by saying, I like sports. While I am not really the most athletic person around, I do like to watch them on TV and I love watching my kids do whatever sporting activities they enjoy. That being said, I have enjoyed soccer seasons, cheered my way through t-ball and baseball, even gotten the hang of the rules in inline hockey. However, this season is the first for me as a basketball mom...and let me say, this is a tough one for me. The sport is fine, I even played some in grade school. But as a Mom, it's not for me. I guess there is a reason I am a baseball person...some say it is too slow paced. Not me...I love the often times passive way you can watch a baseball game (and sure it's a bit more stressful to watch when your kid plays infield) but basketball...that's a whole other deal.
How can I describe it.....as a Mom who is a spectator, when your kid is on the court, the fun, fast paced nature of the game becomes much more nerve racking and tense. And my son is only 8!!!!
What must it be like to be related to or invested in someone who plays college or pro ball of any kind. Think about the mom's of all the U of M Tigers basketball players in the NCAA championship game? Or the mom of any field goal kicker in any football league....and again, I know, I know..... my son is only 8. And we all know in our hearts, the point is not if he wins, or makes that basket, or hits his free throw shot. It's all about him having fun. And that's all he will hear from me.
But inside, I'll be all in knots, hoping he can break out of the pack, find a guy to pass to, or just simply just not walk or double dribble. :)
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