Chip off the old, er YOUNG, block

Chels is a fabulous volleyball player.  Fab-U-lous.  At the risk of being conceited, which we all know I am anyway, I will tell you that I wasn't such a shabby player either.  Matter of fact, I was the only jump server to be found in my league.  And I could...oh, sorry about that.  This post is about CHELSEA, not me.

Chels may not be tall, but she can hit the crap out of the ball.  Her serves are scary.  Downright scary.  They are hard and have so much top spin they go scant millimeters above the net before dropping ferociously and causing red welts on the back row receiver.

I HEART volleyball season and I have so much fun watching Chels play.  I admit I got a little out of control at the game in Alamo, and for a few minutes I sounded like a crazy Little League dad.  I couldn't help it.  I was yelling things like "short!, dink!, or MOVE YOUR FEET! Stop watching the game and play!".  Cam informed me in no uncertain terms that she was going to move if I kept it up.

I kept it up.  Cam never moved.  Also, is it just me or does it possibly look like Chels may be getting ready to pitch the ball in the bottom picture? Surely it's just me. 

SMALL things make me happy

Like puppies. Is there anything in this world more wonderful than puppies? We've been fortunate to have so many puppies in our lives over the years. They're delicious to snuggle and love on. There is no way you can spend time around puppies and not smile like a lunatic. They are sunshine in small, furry bodies. I adore them. This is the most recent litter we have. A mixed bag for sure. Two black and tans, one walker, and one red. Their names are Mosley, Bee, Wokkie, and Red. Yes, the last moniker belongs to the red dog. Genius, isn't it?

Look! Mosley and I have the same haircolor.  We must be soul mates; heaven knows that little boy loves me enough we could be.  Wanna know a secret? I love him right back.  He owns a piece of my heart, that little lovah.

These pictures are horrible, by the way.  Ever tried to catch a fart and paint it green? My mom taught me that saying and I can only imagine how her chest is puffed out with pride right now.  Anyway, this was a lot harder.  I would push the pups away, and they'd coming tearing right back to me.  I didn't even have time to focus, they were so quick. 

I really enjoy hanging out with these guys.  I'll be so sad when they become dogs and not adorable, tripping over their ears, sweet puppies.   I s'pose that happens to us all.  I used to be adorable, too.  :)

SCHOOL is FINALLY here!

School started August 24. Yay! Ry is a senior (no "Yay!" for that one), Chels is a sophomore, and Madge is in MIDDLE SCHOOL. It was really strange, and somewhat sad, not to have to jerk on a bathrobe and take a kid to Pioche Elementary. My babies are growing up so fast! It's gutwrenching...and so wonderful, too. It is a tradition to drag these numbskulls outside to snap a quick pic before they leave. Ry was grouchy and kept insisting I was going to make them miss the bus. No such luck, they made it with plenty of time.

August

August...where have you gone? I have so many posts to make and catch up on, but as long as I'm up to my eyeballs in Special Election it's not going to happen.

The kids started school August 24...I have pictures that'll be posted hopefully this year.

Ry has started physical therapy and is out of his sling...no pictures of him slingless, but I imagine I could probably follow him to therapy one day and snag some.

Chels' volleyball season has started...pictures are forthcoming...Spring 2012 probably.

Cam is in middle school...no pictures; me snapping away as she entered the middle school doors would've been enough to make her want to crawl in a hole. I'm just not cool anymore and it would've pushed her over the edge to have me follow her around like mommarazzi.

Dan and I...well, we're just Dan and I. Nothing different except maybe a few pounds here and there. I found some, he lost some, that kind of stuff.

Anyway, I WILL get back on the posting wagon once this election's over.