Next time.....move.

I don't consider myself the smartest person in the world........but I'm certainly not the dumbest, either. There have been times I've made some very intelligent decisions. There have been times, of course, that I've made some not so intelligent decisions.

Today, I made a not so intelligent decision.

It's Saturday. I love my weekends, because I get to rest, play, work and worship....all in a span of 24-36 hours. Things get done around the house. The kids get to play, the alarm isn't set and on Sunday, it's church and rest. What a blessing.

Today all three boys had a game. Trey and Josh both had baseball games and Daniel had his first soccer game. Yes, we've added soccer to our list of 'things to do,' as if that list wasn't long enough as it is :-)

Josh is still not able to play baseball...it looks like it could be another two weeks before he's cleared completely to play baseball and do karate. And who knows how long after that to regain the strength he once had in his arm. So, today he sat on the bench and cheered his team on. To their first loss. The score was something in the neighborhood of 9-2. Not a lot fun, but Josh, despite his "I-hate-to-lose" mentality, took it in stride.

Trey's team played as well.....and lost, as well. His score was 12-4. Not good. Trey did get a hit and scored the first run....and he walked, so he contributed. It was during Trey's game that my boneheaded decision occurred.

I'm not real sure who was batting...us or them. But there was a pitch, a swing and a foul. I saw the ball come off the bat. And I saw the ball come toward me, but I thought for sure it was going to hit the fence. When I realized it was coming over the fence straight toward me, I stuck out my foot....to try and block the ball.

Problem is......I didn't pick my leg up high enough and the ball smacked me flush on the right shin. A literal SMACK!!! The wife of the coach was sitting two rows in front of me and was all up in arms about my getting hit. She's a Brit and one of the most pleasant women I've ever been around. And she was fussing over me. It was sweet, but I was alright. Yeah, my leg hurt, but it wasn't that bad. I felt more like a doofus than anything else.

As I was explaining my clearly idiotic decision to try and block the baseball with my foot to everyone around me, one of the moms sitting near me said, "Next time....move."

And we all chuckled. My leg still hurts a bit, but that's not what I'm concerned about. Tomorrow is Easter Sunday....or as I like to call it, Resurrection Sunday and I have a gorgeous pale green and brown suit that I'm planning on wearing to church. The skirt is short.....so my legs, below my knees, will show. And right through my panty hose, will be a nice bruise.

I guess it's a great thing there's no Praise team tomorrow. I'll be in a robe, so the only folks who will see the evidence that I'm a dork...(as if there was any doubt anyway)....are my Sunday School mates.

So there you have it. I got hit in the leg with a baseball.

As for Daniel and his first soccer game....he had a ball. He has wanted to play soccer for years, but never got around to it, because of all the other things we do. But he finally has his chance. He played goalie at the beginning of the game and blocked the one attempt at a score. Way to go, Dan.

Then when he got to play offense.......he scored two goals.

My little David Beckham.

Wonder who his Posh Spice will be?

Off the radar...

Yes, I'm still alive.

I apologize for having neglected this blog for the last three weeks, but I have a good reason....

I'm tired and I'm busy. :-)

Oh, and I've been asked to be a long-term substitute teacher at a middle school in one of the Special Education classrooms. I've wanted a long-term gig for a while now...and the Lord has answered that prayer. I get to hang out with some precious middle-schoolers as they finish out their school year. We're covering Math, Language Arts and Reading and getting ready for Standardized testing in three weeks.

I'm excited. I'm scared. I'm overwhelmed. I'm humbled. God is so good. He is allowing me to do what I've wanted to do for so long.....Hang out with the same kids. In the same school. On the same schedule. And I get to teach kids in a small group setting, to boot!

Unbelievable!

Praise God from Whom all Blessings Flow!