Well, in a few days, I will be in Mexico for the first time in July. I have not blogged in a long time and when I got on here, I realized there are a few 'drafts' that were never published - those 2 should be dated sometime in 2011 when we were living there - may be a bit confusing.
So, we have some friends who have been wanting to go to Mexico but claim that they must go with the Millers when they go. One family, even cancelled their trip to Wisconsin to join us in Mexico....
Talk about pressure to preform! Holy Moly - I feel like I cannot disappoint with all the things I have talked about in Playa del Carmen.
On Saturday, we, along with 2 other families from Lawrence, Kansas will hop on a Fun Jet and within 5 hours be walking on the beach - or more like @ El Fogon getting a margarita and Tacos Arrachera.
I am looking forward to being there in July to see if 'I can take it'.
I love summer, I never complain about being hot or heat - so I am excited to see if, one of these days, I will really be able to live there year around! :-)
I will try to figure out how to post pictures, it's been so long I may need a refresher but hopefully I will be able to post some fun stuff and new details about one of my favorite places on this earth. Looking forward to sharing it with other friends in the future as well! Adios
the water is so good
Monday, July 15, 2013
Weekends
It's funny - I've had lots of people ask, mention and or wonder: Why are you doing this?
I think the real answer won't be known for a while, maybe as soon as we get home, maybe someday - years from now, or maybe really, never actually something that anyone could put their finger on......
But, this I know for sure:
I am always striving to be a better person.
Each year as my birthday comes and goes, I think to myself, am I doing what I want to be, am I who I want to be for myself, my kids, my husband, my family & friends? Am I in the kind of health I want to be in at 43 years old? What do I want to do different, does my life flow daily in a healthy, happy way, Am I making the most of opportunities that God puts in front of me?
What is my purpose?
How do I want my kids to live their lives?
Do I spend my time wisely?
Do I surround myself with healthy things, people, activities and thoughts?
I am an Aquarius. At least I used to be, I haven't looked at that stuff on FB re: your zodiac sign changing....
Anyway - I love the water, I love warm air, I love being outside, I love the mystery of the ocean, I love not wearing shoes. I am drawn to this climate.
I honestly believe that when Alexander, Benjamin & Carlie graduate from college, they will have to know another language. I know you can learn Spanish at FSHS or LHS. But, I want my children to be versed. I don't just mean that they can hold a conversation with you and look you in the eye. I want them to know what they want. I want them to have experience in different situations that will give them the edge. I want them to be able to roll. I want them to have dealt with different situations that will help them in their lives at some point, in some way or on one day!
At home, I was feeling like I was never in control. And I don't mean, I didn't get to decide where we ate dinner - I mean, I was just bobbing along. Not doing anything great - just doing lots of great things that maybe I wasn't making great because of something else.......
Youth sports absolutely dictate my life. On pretty much any given day in our home - someone outside my house is dictating what my family does.
I'm not saying it's something I didn't sign up for. I knew when I enrolled all 3 of my kids in piano lessons that that came with a price of time. I knew when Alexander decided he wanted to play sports - and not just 1 sport (God forbid) that that would mean a commitment of my time ( I really mean my family time ).
I knew all of these things, but one thing I don't remember from my childhood is that daily, there is SOMETHING that HAS to be done. I'm not talking about taking out the trash, pulling weeds, making dinner, doing laundry (oh how i miss my machine!)....
I'm talking about something that someone else has decided for me, as far as time, place, length of activity, day.....
For example, baseball practice. Sundays......SUNDAYS.....really? In my mind, Sunday is the worst day imaginable for a baseball practice. Sunday is the day you just do. Church, Dinner, then, whatever it is you want to do. Play in a creek, horseback ride, play whiffle ball, football, go for a bike ride, explore, whatever it is that sparks something in you, it seems to me that Sunday is the day that you should do that.
My son even plays in a football league that game days are Sundays..... So there must be a lot of people in the world who think Sunday is a great day for youth activities!
I think the real answer won't be known for a while, maybe as soon as we get home, maybe someday - years from now, or maybe really, never actually something that anyone could put their finger on......
But, this I know for sure:
I am always striving to be a better person.
Each year as my birthday comes and goes, I think to myself, am I doing what I want to be, am I who I want to be for myself, my kids, my husband, my family & friends? Am I in the kind of health I want to be in at 43 years old? What do I want to do different, does my life flow daily in a healthy, happy way, Am I making the most of opportunities that God puts in front of me?
What is my purpose?
How do I want my kids to live their lives?
Do I spend my time wisely?
Do I surround myself with healthy things, people, activities and thoughts?
I am an Aquarius. At least I used to be, I haven't looked at that stuff on FB re: your zodiac sign changing....
Anyway - I love the water, I love warm air, I love being outside, I love the mystery of the ocean, I love not wearing shoes. I am drawn to this climate.
I honestly believe that when Alexander, Benjamin & Carlie graduate from college, they will have to know another language. I know you can learn Spanish at FSHS or LHS. But, I want my children to be versed. I don't just mean that they can hold a conversation with you and look you in the eye. I want them to know what they want. I want them to have experience in different situations that will give them the edge. I want them to be able to roll. I want them to have dealt with different situations that will help them in their lives at some point, in some way or on one day!
At home, I was feeling like I was never in control. And I don't mean, I didn't get to decide where we ate dinner - I mean, I was just bobbing along. Not doing anything great - just doing lots of great things that maybe I wasn't making great because of something else.......
Youth sports absolutely dictate my life. On pretty much any given day in our home - someone outside my house is dictating what my family does.
I'm not saying it's something I didn't sign up for. I knew when I enrolled all 3 of my kids in piano lessons that that came with a price of time. I knew when Alexander decided he wanted to play sports - and not just 1 sport (God forbid) that that would mean a commitment of my time ( I really mean my family time ).
I knew all of these things, but one thing I don't remember from my childhood is that daily, there is SOMETHING that HAS to be done. I'm not talking about taking out the trash, pulling weeds, making dinner, doing laundry (oh how i miss my machine!)....
I'm talking about something that someone else has decided for me, as far as time, place, length of activity, day.....
For example, baseball practice. Sundays......SUNDAYS.....really? In my mind, Sunday is the worst day imaginable for a baseball practice. Sunday is the day you just do. Church, Dinner, then, whatever it is you want to do. Play in a creek, horseback ride, play whiffle ball, football, go for a bike ride, explore, whatever it is that sparks something in you, it seems to me that Sunday is the day that you should do that.
My son even plays in a football league that game days are Sundays..... So there must be a lot of people in the world who think Sunday is a great day for youth activities!
One Thing After Another
Hola!
You know, you say you're going to write in a journal, you think you'll blog. Seems like it will be easy to log everything you do......Then you get there and, where does the time go? What do you spend all your time doing? How come you cannot find the time to do all the things you thought you'd do?
I seriously, no kidding, had this vision of myself, spending time EACH DAY on the beach. Time=More than looking out there over my shoulder as I rush kids to the next thing. I really thought I would tan myself daily - hahahahahahahahahahaha NOT!
So, just because I don't blog about it and I haven't filled my very cool journal I bought @ Barnes & Noble just before Christmas @ Town Center, doesn't mean that every single day, something doesn't happen to me that is completely worth blogging or journaling about. Oh Contrair
Last week, I sent my son to football practice in a vehicle built for 3 with 3 other people.....
As he was running to the truck/golf cart/utility sled looking auto....I hollered - don't forget, you need a ride home too. I don't have a way to get you so just let his mom know you will need a ride home as well......
Practice is suppose to be over @ 5:30 - you know how football coaches are (what am I talking about - ANY coach) I'll give him 20 minutes.... It's a 15 minute (tops) ride back home. So, 6:15pm (way after dark) I start thinking, umm, wonder when Bo will be home..... Just a few minutes after that thought - Ben says, Mama, shouldn't Bo be home by now?
I know he should be home for sure but Ben tends to FREAK about his brother at the slightest thing so I calmly say, I'm sure he'll be home soon.
Up I jump to go to the front of the condo, like that will make a difference, to look for him.
Not in sight. Ben comes running after me and says Bo is home - he came to the condo from the 'back' side????? I'm wondering, what the heck and Ben says - Mama, he said, we're not going to believe this story.
The Mom in me is coming out - Doesn't sound like my kind of story?!!
If you know how stories go from Bo - they could take hours, including painful extremely detailed specifics that really don't matter to anyone or thing.
He says, Mom - I couldn't find my new Underarmour head band - - so I stayed to look for it - - and by the time I found it, Most everyone was gone......
My eyebrow goes up.....
So, I found Blah Blah and asked him if I could have a ride and he says, I guess so.
Along comes an old beat up Volkswagen, Who knows what kind of car it was but Bo claims it was a VW and in gets 3 teen boys, Blah Blah and my precious son. Once again, a little over maximum capacity.
There are lots of speed bumps/humps between here and Calica, where Caballeros football practice is held...
Without going into a ton of detail, The car had to be pushed up a hill and over a speed hump (& Topes) or several before Bo made it home ok. Although he did find his red headband - he didn't make it home with his passport - he wasn't sure where that was.
He was eager to remake the sounds of the car for me and even asked, Mom did you hear us coming?
You know, you say you're going to write in a journal, you think you'll blog. Seems like it will be easy to log everything you do......Then you get there and, where does the time go? What do you spend all your time doing? How come you cannot find the time to do all the things you thought you'd do?
I seriously, no kidding, had this vision of myself, spending time EACH DAY on the beach. Time=More than looking out there over my shoulder as I rush kids to the next thing. I really thought I would tan myself daily - hahahahahahahahahahaha NOT!
So, just because I don't blog about it and I haven't filled my very cool journal I bought @ Barnes & Noble just before Christmas @ Town Center, doesn't mean that every single day, something doesn't happen to me that is completely worth blogging or journaling about. Oh Contrair
Last week, I sent my son to football practice in a vehicle built for 3 with 3 other people.....
As he was running to the truck/golf cart/utility sled looking auto....I hollered - don't forget, you need a ride home too. I don't have a way to get you so just let his mom know you will need a ride home as well......
Practice is suppose to be over @ 5:30 - you know how football coaches are (what am I talking about - ANY coach) I'll give him 20 minutes.... It's a 15 minute (tops) ride back home. So, 6:15pm (way after dark) I start thinking, umm, wonder when Bo will be home..... Just a few minutes after that thought - Ben says, Mama, shouldn't Bo be home by now?
I know he should be home for sure but Ben tends to FREAK about his brother at the slightest thing so I calmly say, I'm sure he'll be home soon.
Up I jump to go to the front of the condo, like that will make a difference, to look for him.
Not in sight. Ben comes running after me and says Bo is home - he came to the condo from the 'back' side????? I'm wondering, what the heck and Ben says - Mama, he said, we're not going to believe this story.
The Mom in me is coming out - Doesn't sound like my kind of story?!!
If you know how stories go from Bo - they could take hours, including painful extremely detailed specifics that really don't matter to anyone or thing.
He says, Mom - I couldn't find my new Underarmour head band - - so I stayed to look for it - - and by the time I found it, Most everyone was gone......
My eyebrow goes up.....
So, I found Blah Blah and asked him if I could have a ride and he says, I guess so.
Along comes an old beat up Volkswagen, Who knows what kind of car it was but Bo claims it was a VW and in gets 3 teen boys, Blah Blah and my precious son. Once again, a little over maximum capacity.
There are lots of speed bumps/humps between here and Calica, where Caballeros football practice is held...
Without going into a ton of detail, The car had to be pushed up a hill and over a speed hump (& Topes) or several before Bo made it home ok. Although he did find his red headband - he didn't make it home with his passport - he wasn't sure where that was.
He was eager to remake the sounds of the car for me and even asked, Mom did you hear us coming?
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