Victory for a Moment


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These are the trophies I got my soccer boys for this season

Winning is something that all of us had instilled in us as we grew up:

“It doesn’t matter if you come in second place, you still lost just like third place.”

“Winning isn’t everything, it’s the only thing.”

“There is no substitute to victory.”

Tonight, I tasted sweet victory with ten boys that played their hearts out during our soccer game.  I am, for the first time, a soccer coach for nine and ten-year-olds.  My youngest never played soccer and I knew nothing about soccer before volunteering to be a coach.  I volunteered because there wasn’t enough coaches and the recreational league was to the point they were going to have to turn some boys away from playing this year.  I didn’t want that to happen, so I volunteered and studied as much as I could about soccer for two weeks straight before the practices started for the season.  I know more about soccer than I ever fathomed I would know in my lifetime.

Have I had fun?  Oh, how could I not with these ten boys who love to run into their coach during practice and throw balls at me (never again will I let them take over the “Simon Says” game).  We have had our ups and downs and our wins and losses during this season.  But there is one phrase I have taught them throughout this season and I started it early…no its not any of the phrases above.  This is a whole new generation.  A generation that needs encouragement because our world is tough enough and will be for them as they get older.  I have taught them, “If you give 110% throughout the game, then you have won regardless of the score because you can hold your head high!”

Do my boys on my team know this?  Yes, they do.  They know that their coach is proud of them even if they tried to make that goal that didn’t quiet make it in.  We just “shake” it off and keep going forward.  As long as they tried their best, that is all that matters.  We have lost games and my boys have walked away proud.  We have also lost games and the boys have hung their heads because they knew that 110% wasn’t given.  I don’t have to tell them, I ask them and they tell me.

Tonight was our first tournament game out of potentially three.  If we didn’t win tonight, then we did not move forward.  I gave the speech to my boys prior to the game that they were the decision makers as to whether or not this was their last game.  How they played determined how they walked out of the game and ended the season.  If we won, then we played tomorrow night and we celebrate tonight.  If we lost and played our best, we still “won” and ended the season right because we gave it our all. Or they could have played horrible and ended the season on that note.  It was their call tonight.  My boys played the best game tonight they have played all season.  They pushed through being elbowed and needing water.  They did not grow tired and weary….they were strong and ran with all their might.  My boys gave 110% and they know it.  So even though we advance to the next level of the tournament playing an undefeated team, my boys are holding their heads high, not because we won by points, but because we gave it our all.

I hope this is a lesson they will remember as they get older and venture out on their own.  I know that I will always keep the memory of standing in a huddle with my boys, hands stacked and me yelling, “What are we going to do tonight boys?” and them hollering back, “Give 110%”.  I know that I will smile.



Girls will be….well, friends for life!


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Jeanne and Me

As a teenager, most of my friends were of the male gender.  Girls didn’t really like me.  It could have been that I wasn’t really into dresses, purses, how to properly kiss a boy, menstrual cycles, and wedding dresses for the future.  I wanted to grow up, go to college, start a career as an attorney and after I became a partner in a firm or a judge, then I would get married and have kids.  Can’t really say that it happened that way.  Only half of that is true at this point…the growing up and going to college. I just related to guys better than girls and only had a couple of girlfriends.  Even then, I don’t think I could properly comprehend what to “do” with a friend that was a girl.

As I’ve gotten older, I’ve realized that I’m more girly than I was as a teenager.  I do like dressing in a dress and not the grunge look.  I do like wearing heels and making the hips swing a little when I walk.  Not stomping around and climbing trees with the boys.  I enjoy acting elegant and being ladylike.  Not burping the alphabet with the guys and trying to shove a whole Twinkie in my mouth.  I love being a female!  Since I’ve come to this realization, I love having girlfriends for so many reasons. Continue reading

The Day My Life Changed


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I have had many moments in my life that has changed the way I live dramatically.  Off the top of my head, I can just mention having my oldest child and then my youngest child.  That’s an obvious change in your lifestyle.  The change I’m referring to is painful and something that only 5 to 10 percent of the general population has as well.

I remember the first time my pinkie-finger went white and numb.  I was in my car driving home.  I recall looking at my husband at the time, asking if he had ever seen anything like it before.  It reminded us of frostbite.  Why not?  It was winter time and the steering wheel was cold.  This didn’t happen again for a while, but when it did, I kept saying I was going to go to the doctor and figure out what was going on medically with me.

Fast forward a couple more years and a few more instances and it was the winter after my divorce.  I complained as the Fall turned to Winter how as I’m getting older, the Winters seem to be harder on me.  I started noticing all of my fingers and thumbs going white and my toes hurting.  But, it was the day I decided to play in the snow (yes, we actually got snow in Tennessee) with my boys that I was in agonizing pain for two to two-and-a-half hours with my toes.  I could not get them warm and I cried because the pain was so horrendous.  I took pictures of my fingers and went to the doctor.  My general practitioner referred me to a rheumatologist and he diagnosed me with Raynaud’s Phenomenon.  Continue reading



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What a weekend this has been!  What a past month this has been!  If I have noticed anything within the past month, it is that true friends are what help you through when you are up and down.  My fiance, Todd, just started a new job the past two weeks.  He had the option of working first or third shift at a warehouse about an hour away.  Well, with today’s economy any job, at any location is more than welcomed around here in Tennessee.  We discussed it and figured with our one-vehicle household that working the 11:00 p.m. to 7:00 a.m. shift would be ideal.  It would be tiring on him, but he would get home just in time to let me drive into work.  We also assessed the issue of any overtime available in the morning hours, then I would just ride into work with my friend, Cheryl.

This went well for a couple of days and then Todd found out that his shift is actually 11:00 p.m. to 9:00 a.m., four days a week.  God loves Cheryl and so do I!  That woman has picked me up and stayed over at work everyday since Todd started his job just so I don’t have to worry about a ride to work.  Cheryl’s been in my situation before as a single mom and understands the stress level. But, the hammer hit hard on Friday. Continue reading

Hello world!

So, I’m starting a blog.  I guess the title they gave me will work for the first blog.  What exactly am I going to write about?  I could talk about my cat, Jackie.  Nah.  All she does is sleep, eat and try to kill me while I walk down the steps.  I could talk about my upcoming wedding next September and how crazy we drive each other sometimes.  Nah.  That would only allow me 10 months to blog and I would like to do this longer.  10 MONTHS!  I could talk about my kids and how they are ever-changing and growing up so fast on me.  Nah.  Their future girlfriends might actually find this and cause huge embarrassment. 

Hmmm….  I got it!  I think I’ll talk about all this plus how my skewed perspective of life is at this age.  Maybe that will be interesting.

So, who exactly am I and why am I writing a blog?  I’m me and I’m writing a blog for me.  Truthfully I could really care less if you know my cat loves kettle corn more than I do and meows back to the popcorn popping in the microwave.  I’m writing this because I have to do it.  No, no one is telling me to do this.  Nope, this runs deep in my blood.  I come for a family of writers; my mother, father, brother and all the way back as far as we know it in our family.  I have poets, songwriters, and story tellers throughout the gene pool.  Its inherent.  Its my desire and yearning.  So I must do it, one way or another.

My life is pretty plain.  If there is a hobby, I’ve probably done it.  I like to dabble in crafts and love creativity!  I am a mother of two great sons.  One is in the later part of elementary school and the other is in middle school.  I’m a young mom so I get a lot of stares from the older parents when there are school functions.  I guess it doesn’t help that I look younger than my age (32 by the way if you were wondering).  I don’t think I could live without my moisturizer and eye cream.  I came from a normal home.  My parents are both great people and happen to be ordained ministers.  (Forgot to mention that I have a long line of that in the family too!)  I have a younger brother that is my best friend and is married with a ton of children.  I’m a soccer coach for my youngest this Fall season.  I’m having a blast with it and hope to do it again last year.  I have a fiance and I’m getting married next September.  Time to save some money up!  Lastly, I work as a legal assistant in criminal law.  Full time job that stays with you sometimes more than you would like.  That’s about it.  Now you know my life story; well at least up to this point.

I do hope you will revisit my blog page and read my future writings.  I have a snarky, sarcastic type of writing style at times and other times I feel like I have a philosophical look on things.  I’m a Sagittarius (if you believe in the Zodiac) so that might tell you something about me.  I just love life in general.  I truly believe that you only have one life so grab it and hold on.  Enjoy all!  Do what your heart desires and try new adventures.  That is the real reason I’m writing this blog, to grab one more experience and adventure life has to offer me!