Eli decided a few months ago that he wanted to play football for the middle school team.
This seems like a good idea to him, because 1. Girls like football players, and 2. he is a good "kicker" at soccer, and kickers don't get tackled, so football really won't hurt.
Imagine my sweet husband's joy when he was asked to coach middle school football, and HIS SON finally decides to play football!
Well, the season started last week. Or, practice started. It is every morning from 7 am - 9 am.
The first couple of days, I watched and waited for Eli to gripe, complain, or ask to quit. Nope, didn't happen. We are at the end of week two, and it is still a go!
Today is Eli's first game - it is a scrimmage game. He seems excited to play. I am feeling a little nauseated at him playing.
Eli told me a few weeks ago that he thought he would go to college at Harvard. He thought he would be either a doctor or a lawyer.
Kick Hard, Eli :)
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Consignment Sales.
I was fortunate enough today to be able to venture out into unknown territory... Yes, I went to Cookeville!!! Horray for me!
A friend shared a "get in early" ticket to a consignment sale. I got to shop earlier than others, because she put clothes up for sale. So, after work, I came home, showered and changed and ventured off early enough to stop at Wal Mart. I was in H.E.A.V.E.N.
For many, many years, I took my daily excursions to WalMart for granted. I went to WalMart so frequently that the greeters would call out, "Hey Emma and Tripp! Are you having a good day?" Or, I would hear, "Is Emma better from her cold the other day?" or "Did you have a good trip to the park yesterday?"
Yep, I was that frequent.
Anyways, I got to go to Cookeville for about 1 1/2 hours - that includes my drive time back and forth.
Oh, wait. I ventured off subject. I have a consignment sale story.
Here we go.
Consignment Sales are just big, organized yard sales that specialize in kids clothes. Some of the items are junk that the sellers are hoping to unload on to someone else. Some items are name brand, boutique outfits that sellers (namely, moms) are hoping to get the same amount of money returned in which they paid. Occasionally, a shopper will happen upon a great deal. Here are some things I have learned about consignment sales since I started frequenting over the past 6 years.
1. Beware of the pregnant women who are shopping. Especially those who tell EVERYONE they are having their first child. So what, lady? You think you are the only one to ever get pregnant? 99.9 percent of people here have had babies. That is why we are here.
2. Keep your composure. When the Consignment Sale Organiser yells "GO!" and shoots the gun, walk calmly to your predetermined most-needed sizes. Don't show your stress.
3. Arrive with enough time to have time to think about who needs clothes the worst. Here is an example of the thoughts in my head - "Emma has grown more than Tripp, right? Yes, Mel, she needs clothes worse. I get lots of things for him from a pass-down buddy. So, I am just really looking for Emma. What does she need? Well, mostly church dresses."
4. Add up the amount spent before you turn over your purchases to a checker-outer. That way, you can make sure your amounts match. And no one gets cheated.
5. Never, EVER, EVER take your kids with you.
6. If you are shopping for multiple kids, and the need for each child is equal, take a shopping friend. When Emma and Tripp were younger, I had a friend named Robin. She and I went together, and I would shop for Tripp, and she would grab things for Emma while she was shopping for her daughter.
7. When in doubt about an item, pick it up anyways. You can always put it back if you don't need it. Better to be safe than sorry.
8. If you have to take your kids with you leave them outside in the car. With the shopping buddy. Then, you can switch out watching kids while each gets a chance to shop. I did this ALOT when the kids were little. Especially on 1/2 price days.
See, men, there is alot involved in dressing our children. Being a frugal mom is important. But mostly, it is all about the kill (finding a great deal). Compare it to deer hunting.
A friend shared a "get in early" ticket to a consignment sale. I got to shop earlier than others, because she put clothes up for sale. So, after work, I came home, showered and changed and ventured off early enough to stop at Wal Mart. I was in H.E.A.V.E.N.
For many, many years, I took my daily excursions to WalMart for granted. I went to WalMart so frequently that the greeters would call out, "Hey Emma and Tripp! Are you having a good day?" Or, I would hear, "Is Emma better from her cold the other day?" or "Did you have a good trip to the park yesterday?"
Yep, I was that frequent.
Anyways, I got to go to Cookeville for about 1 1/2 hours - that includes my drive time back and forth.
Oh, wait. I ventured off subject. I have a consignment sale story.
Here we go.
Consignment Sales are just big, organized yard sales that specialize in kids clothes. Some of the items are junk that the sellers are hoping to unload on to someone else. Some items are name brand, boutique outfits that sellers (namely, moms) are hoping to get the same amount of money returned in which they paid. Occasionally, a shopper will happen upon a great deal. Here are some things I have learned about consignment sales since I started frequenting over the past 6 years.
1. Beware of the pregnant women who are shopping. Especially those who tell EVERYONE they are having their first child. So what, lady? You think you are the only one to ever get pregnant? 99.9 percent of people here have had babies. That is why we are here.
2. Keep your composure. When the Consignment Sale Organiser yells "GO!" and shoots the gun, walk calmly to your predetermined most-needed sizes. Don't show your stress.
3. Arrive with enough time to have time to think about who needs clothes the worst. Here is an example of the thoughts in my head - "Emma has grown more than Tripp, right? Yes, Mel, she needs clothes worse. I get lots of things for him from a pass-down buddy. So, I am just really looking for Emma. What does she need? Well, mostly church dresses."
4. Add up the amount spent before you turn over your purchases to a checker-outer. That way, you can make sure your amounts match. And no one gets cheated.
5. Never, EVER, EVER take your kids with you.
6. If you are shopping for multiple kids, and the need for each child is equal, take a shopping friend. When Emma and Tripp were younger, I had a friend named Robin. She and I went together, and I would shop for Tripp, and she would grab things for Emma while she was shopping for her daughter.
7. When in doubt about an item, pick it up anyways. You can always put it back if you don't need it. Better to be safe than sorry.
8. If you have to take your kids with you leave them outside in the car. With the shopping buddy. Then, you can switch out watching kids while each gets a chance to shop. I did this ALOT when the kids were little. Especially on 1/2 price days.
See, men, there is alot involved in dressing our children. Being a frugal mom is important. But mostly, it is all about the kill (finding a great deal). Compare it to deer hunting.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
So much to say... where do I start?!?
Another busy week and weekend have finally been completed.. It was time for the fair here in town. This is always a busy week for us, as Dave usually works lots at a food booth, yet this week seemed to fly by quickly.
I have a fair post all in itself. I had many realizations while spending obsene amounts of money with strangers with very little teeth and smaller amounts of clothing than I have saw in years.
Also, this past week, I keep looking at Eli and noticing how tall he is getting. Still skinny, yet so tall. He is eye level with his sweet daddy. Keep in mind, this kid is only 13, he will end up being 7'5 or something. Right now, he is pushin' 6 feet. How does that happen? Is it the expired milk I keep in the fridge?
Tomorrow is another day of work.
I was off this past Friday. We seemed to have a basement full of water. Water, in fact, from the flooding THE PREVIOUS WEEK. The water went unnoticed by me, and most of the family. I think that a combination of work, school, kids and stress, and that wild summer virus that ran thru the house caused me to not consider the fact that we do have a basement and water is quite possibly residing in it. So, imagine my suprise when on Thursday morning, right before work, I noticed a stinky, mildew-y odor floatin' around the kitchen. And when I opened the basement door, I saw where it was coming from. Lots of stinky, yucky water was hanging out. Dave put the fan down there, hoping to dry it up, but all it got us was a basement with a creek running in it. The majority of my stuff is in plastic containers, but there is some stuff, like my christmas stuff, that is in cardboard boxes. Because we keep having rain, we keep having more water. I am hoping to get it cleaned out this week. If not, we can start our own penicillin factory down below.
I have a fair post all in itself. I had many realizations while spending obsene amounts of money with strangers with very little teeth and smaller amounts of clothing than I have saw in years.
Also, this past week, I keep looking at Eli and noticing how tall he is getting. Still skinny, yet so tall. He is eye level with his sweet daddy. Keep in mind, this kid is only 13, he will end up being 7'5 or something. Right now, he is pushin' 6 feet. How does that happen? Is it the expired milk I keep in the fridge?
Tomorrow is another day of work.
I was off this past Friday. We seemed to have a basement full of water. Water, in fact, from the flooding THE PREVIOUS WEEK. The water went unnoticed by me, and most of the family. I think that a combination of work, school, kids and stress, and that wild summer virus that ran thru the house caused me to not consider the fact that we do have a basement and water is quite possibly residing in it. So, imagine my suprise when on Thursday morning, right before work, I noticed a stinky, mildew-y odor floatin' around the kitchen. And when I opened the basement door, I saw where it was coming from. Lots of stinky, yucky water was hanging out. Dave put the fan down there, hoping to dry it up, but all it got us was a basement with a creek running in it. The majority of my stuff is in plastic containers, but there is some stuff, like my christmas stuff, that is in cardboard boxes. Because we keep having rain, we keep having more water. I am hoping to get it cleaned out this week. If not, we can start our own penicillin factory down below.
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