Waiting Over

He made the team!!!

My Kid's Passions....

Waiting.....

Ok, so my biggest flaws are that I am a procrastinator and I hate waiting to find out results on something I'm excited/aprehensive about.  When my son was involved with acting, the hardest part of the whole thing was waiting for the phone to ring after an audition.  In case you haven't had the pleasure, let me just clue you in.  You go to an audition, you do your best, then you sit back and wait and hope.  You may NEVER hear a word as you only get a call if you get the job.  Well, today I am waiting once again and I cannot stand it.  My son tried out for his incoming freshman summer baseball team last week.  They have posted that decisions have been made and that those making the team will be called "in a couple of days."  As far as we know, noone has been called yet, but this waiting is really going to send me over the edge.  You see, we live in an area where sports are EXTREMELY competitive (5A schools).  My son is taking it in stride (thankfully), but probably because his father and I are doing all the worrying for him!  And imagine, this is just summer ball, oh the joys of the actual team tryouts come spring!

On the topic of waiting.  Isn't it funny that we will gripe and groan when faced with a line at the drive in teller or the grocery store, but yet we will stand in 1 to 2 hour lines in Disney World where we have paid a hefty price to do so?????  Everything is realative.

Will I have anything to say.....

For awhile now, I have wanted to find out what "blogging" is.  Upon receiving an invite to view my friend's blog, I decided to go ahead and make my own as well.  This begs the question, will I have anything to say?  Well, does it really matter?  I mean, isn't it the whole idea that a blog acts as a virtual journal, albeit unlocked?  In it's purest form it should be an outlet for our mindless wanderings and/or a safe haven for our ventings of the day.   So, with callus disregard for the relevance of my thoughts, I will plow ahead with what's on my mind.

Baseball.  Yes, Bleacherqueen stands for exactly what it sounds like.  I have crowned myself "Queen of the Bleachers."  What right, you ask, do I have to such a lofty title?  Years of self-inflicted bleacher butt!  Upon falling in love with my husband , I quickly realized that I must also fall in love with a game I barely knew if I wanted to have a happy marriage.  18 years and three kids later, two of which who thankfully play the beloved game, and I have to say that I really do enjoy America's Pastime.  I'm no expert and I have, on occasion, actually been so bold to ask, "is he throwing a no hitter?!", but I have learned enough to reconize that I am blessed to have two boys who play the game at a level that could take them far.  My oldest, a senior, is a pitcher and hit 88 tonight!!!!  My 13 year old is a catcher who plays the game with all his heart and comes home black and blue, but knowing he left it all on the field.  He almost got a triple play on Sunday (1-2, 2-3, 3-2 E3).  With college on the horizon for one and high school for the other, I find myself thanking the "Gods of Baseball" that they have been able to play this long.  Not to be left out, my daughter is equally as talented however her venue of choice is that of an artist's studio.  She is the creative genius of the family and, combined with excellent grades, I cannot wait to see which of the many paths she will decide to go down.  

When our kids are young and just learning to walk or crawl we think that nothing in life can be more exciting, but I have to say that I feel like I am standing at the precipice of their futures and I find it intoxicating!