Bryce has worn the boots to school everyday this week.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
Rain, Boots, and Football
So, how much rain can we take? We were in a drought the last couple years and now we can't seem to get it to stop raining! Look at poor Rosco, doesn't he just look pitiful. Don't believe it! He is a lap dog and such a baby he would stay inside all day if he could. Most of the time it is okay but he sheds and it can drive a person crazy! But he is super sweet.
We did have a great time on Saturday watching the football game. The kids and I went and visited my Grandpa in the morning and we had to get Steven fitted for my sister's wedding. This wasn't supposed to take too long and we thought that we would be home in time for the game. Well, as usual, we took forever and thankfully we have a DVR. We started the football game around 4. I made some rotell dip. I don't think that Steven has ever had it. He looked at it like it would kill him at first. He has a fear of tomatoes! We all starting chowing down and Steven decided he would try it and now he is hooked! The Tide did great this weekend and we all enjoyed rolling over those Hogs!
So, I mentioned that Steven was getting fitted for his tux on Saturday. While we were there, which was forever, Bryce talked Grandma into buying him some new boots. He is usually a shoe hating boy but he fixed his eyes upon these Thomas the Tank Engine boots and fell in love! Since the moment he put them on his feet his hasn't worn anything since. He even wore them to church on Sunday. (disapprove if you must but some battles are just not worth it)
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Six Years
My whole life changed six years ago. Wilburn King was murdered in our karate studio, King's Southern Karate. I never thought I would be good at Karate. I didn't even want to join. I signed Steven up when he was 4 and after about a year Mr. King asked me what it would take to get me to join. Be skeptical, I told him I didn't have the time or the money. I had the time; I just didn't have the money or the drive to participate. He was very persuasive and he even offered that as long as Steven was taking that I did not need to worry about the money, just find the time. I eventually caved and thought well I might be able to do this. After all there were plenty of people older than me that were doing it. Mr. King himself could still get into a fully hyper extended Chinese split. He was a very traditional teacher. We learned point fighting, hold breaks, and forms or katas. I never realized how much fun it was going to be. I also never thought that I would be good at this! We went to tournaments almost every weekend. Steven had a very large division and being a woman we had at the most ten. We always came home with trophies and after six months I was the national, regional, and state champion in the 18-29 women’s intermediate division. Then the floor fell out from underneath us. Steven had a little boy in his class whose mother did not like the way Mr. King would discipline the kids. He was a rough teacher but nothing that I wouldn't expect out of a coach. She took her son and went to another school. Well that school closed and she tried a lot of other schools but nothing suited her. She tried to get her boy back into our school and Mr. King would not allow it. She had defamed his name in public and was just a problem all together. This didn't sit well with her and she killed him. KILLED HIM OVER KARATE! Now I am not saying that this chick wasn't nuts but it's karate! Everything changed. The school moved and had to have a new owner but it wasn't the same. I left the school and tried others but it still wasn't as pleasing compared to taking from Mr. King. He was inspirational. He made you want to do better. Today is the six year anniversary and I cannot believe how everything has changed. I am a brown belt but became pregnant about 3 months before I would test for a black belt and now that we are in full swing children mode there just isn't the time for it anymore. I still want my blackbelt but I will most likely never compete again. This man showed me that I was a very strong girl, unfortunately I found out in more than one way. Rest in peace Wilburn, you are truly missed!