And now she's an actress!

I'll make this short and sweet as I could go on and on about how proud we were and are of Chesney's acting debut....she was ahhmazing! Yeah, I'm biased but shouldn't I be?! So, here we are after her performance as Mitzi Bond in Murder Takes the Stage.

In just a few minutes...

In just a few minutes my baby girl will be a Senior in High School. Her Junior year comes to an end in just 21 minutes. In just a few minutes I will start crying. A few minutes before that I will be thinking about how stinking fast these years have gone by. Like right now, I'm thinking about how she always wanted me to put her hair in half down/half ups her 1st grade year. In just a few minutes, she'll walk out of school and begin her Summer with friends. It's a lunch date with her girls today then camping at the Boxcar later. In just a few minutes she'll be laughing and will feel relieved that school is out and not have a clue that down the highway and around the corner, sitting in my office...I'll be crying cause my little girl is happy.

Choices

"Honey, we need to seriously have a talk" It all started with that sentence. It wasn't about bills or who left the milk in the glass on the counter. It was about changing our lives. Wait a minute...I'm sitting here trying to figure out how I want to say this to make it sound like I'm not freaking out and the truth of the matter is how can I NOT be? Here's the deal, David misses Dallas. Like REALLY misses him. We have lived 3 hours away from him for a few years now and it has taken it's emotional toll. So the CHOICE we made was that David was going to move to Lawrence. We made the CHOICE that I would stay here til Ches graduates in 2011. Details? Too many to acknowledge on my little blog. But we have made this decision, this choice...and now it's time to get on with the gettin' on. I can't tell you how much it aches me. Or how much it warms me to know that my kids have a wonderful father that would do ANYTHING for them. I can't express the jealousy I have of non~blended families cause it's their blessing to be that way. I can't be just a bit excited to have the whole bed so I can sleep diagonally cause that would just be wrong. I shouldn't want him to miss me enough to just drop everything and drive the 3 hours back to me. I can't take out my frustration of how new and scary all this is on Chesney. She's just a kid trusting me to be her rock. I can't be mad at anyone and I want to be damn it. I can't call Kristen and tell her how blessed she is that her son has the best father in every way shape and form and that I'm a fine addition to his life as well because she isnt' "liking" me right now.
But here's what I'm gonna do..I'm going to make the very best out of all this for the next 18 months or so. I'm going to smile, be mad,sad or pissed, love and cry when I feel like it and not when I think I'm supposed to. Life is all about choices and changes and rollin' with the punches. So here's my gut check. Bring it.

Just another quickie

I know I should really be a bit more diligent about posting new blogs about the daily goings on in my life and the lives of the ones I love but geez...if I did that I would NEVER shuddup!! But I'll give you a quick rundown~

1. My house is clean, but not clean enough for the company (Uncle Danny and Aunt Karyn) that will be here from California in 6 days. Note...don't look under the beds cause that's where a lot of crap will be hidden. No, seriously. ;)

2. Found out that the airlines Chesney and I will be flying on charge $15 dollars PER BAG. What?! So, I'd rather spend my money on worthwhile things like new bathing suits and flip flops and cheesy/tacky gifts to bring back home..Ches and I MUST figure out a way to pack all our stuff into one suitcase, albeit GINORMOUS suitcase to make it worth it.

3. Airlines I say? Flight? Oh, did I forget to mention that we will be flying to Florida next month to visit my beautiful Aunts Angie and Sherry and their families? Oh no? Well, we are! Control your jealousy please! :)

4. I am not defined by my hair. It's just hair. My long, thick, brunette hair. Ahhh, the good ol days. That's all I'm saying, you'll have to see for yourself.

5. David is by far the greatest clothes folder. Ever. Now if I can just get him to put away those expertly folded clothes.

6. Come on TBall, Dallas is ready for ya! That kid's gonna be a star I tell ya!

7. Oh, and I'm almost 34. Woot?

Ches vs. Penelope Cruz

So, Chesney and I are in my room last night. I'm in the closet trying to get it back in the order that I like it as I have NO IDEA how I let it all go to hell. I'm talking clothes everywhere, shoes here and there and God only knows how many bras hanging from whatever protruding anything they can. Plus the small dresser in my closet runneth the hell over. Inside and on top of it. Clothes, perfume, makeup, hairties, bobby pins, change, movie stubs, tags from new clothes and the shopping bags from those new clothes. Get the picture here? Chesney is on the bed with the tv on watching Jon and Kate Plus 8 (we love that show but damn, Kate can be such a biatch!) and she's doing Spanish homework. We're just in there, together. Not doing much talking, only bits and pieces here and again. But I stopped in the middle of the mess in the closet and looked up at her. My 16 year old girl. I wondered why she was in there with me instead of her room, music blaring, texting, and doing homework. I immediately shook off the thought and just decided that she WANTED to be in there with me. Just to be close. I wasn't going to ask her or question it any farther. I loved her being in the room with me for no reason.
Then she asks me a question. Spanish homework question. Now, I know a bit of Spanish. I lived in Spain with my dad for a year or so back in the day and had a Spanish stepmother so I had to pick up a lil bit didn't I? Anyways, she asks me the question which is "blah blah blah, Spanish something, blah Spanish, blah Spanish."
I really tried to understand. Tried to help her, but for the life of me, I have absolutely NO CLUE as to what she just said!! So, I just sit on the edge of the bed, handful of clothes in hand, and say just that.
Me..."Ches, I have no clue."
Then Ches says, (deadpans) "Oh,so when Penelope Cruz gave her acceptance speech for her Oscar last night and at the end says a whole bunch of Spanish you can rattle off the translation to me but I ask you a lil 2nd year Spanish question and you can't answer it?"
Me..."Ya, pretty much."
Ches.."OK, just checking."

We go about our business of cleaning the closet, doing Spanish homework and watching Jon and Kate Plus 8. Ah, that's good times right there.