Archives for May 2006

Wanted to get to this a few days ago but the painful truth kept getting in the way. Besides the upcoming Nationals tournament in Reno (followed by the San Francisco trip). I have finally been able to sign up for a coaching (re)certification – June 4. Now with all the realignment and consolidation finished – it’s now called Level I Certification. When I went through the class back in 94 it was YABA Coach Instructor. Yeah, I’m a little out of date.

I got involved in Youth Coaching so I could spend my time a little more constructively while daughter #1 was bowling. It was also at the same time Megan had first started bowling. Daughter #1 used to tell the story about how she was “born to bowl” – I got pregnant with daughter #1 at the beginning of a fall league. While I was pregnant with her I bowled 6 times a week (a couple of leagues and practice). She was born the last night of the league. I got a special trophy from the league – the “clown” award for bowling the whole season while pregnant. I stepped away from bowling for quite a few years until Daughter #1 started bowling. Daughter #2 tried it, but she wasn’t really interested in it.

When Daughter #1 was bowling I would drive her all over the place for tournaments. If some of the other kids bowling with her needed a ride I would take them too. Some of them even shared our hotel room. I have always enjoyed watching Daughter #1 bowl but knew it was something that would be better enjoyed from a distance. When we went to the tournaments I would always volunteer as a score keeper (but never for daughter #1’s lanes) it kept me near but not in her face. I remember one tournament – where she had one her match by 1 pin. I had already mentally done the math and started screaming “1 pin, 1 pin” – she told me she realized she had won because I was back there screaming.

I remember flying to Florida to the coast for a tournament – I took Daughter #2 with me. I was always going places with Daughter #1 so I thought it would be nice to take Daughter #2 with me to a tournament I was bowling in. When I rented the car, I requested a convertible for the two of us. How could you not have the top down while driving along the Florida coast?

Megan has long outgrown the PeeWee’s but I still coach them. They can wear you out but for the most part they are loads of fun.

There is some pretty good information out there on First Amendment Rights for Bloggers. Everything I have published is public information. The divorce agreement is a notarized legal document that is public record. The comments I have made are my feelings – my side of the story. I know that there are far worse things being said about me than I have ever published here.

Now just because my blog is on the internet doesn’t mean I have millions of visitors and those few people who do read this know of my situation. My husband reads it to keep up with what I’m thinking, my sister and Megan like to read it to see what’s going on in my life. So it’s not like the whole wide world is reading it. When I review the stats there are 3 locations my readers come from – Nashville, Woodbridge and Birmingham. Another item of note – the only last name I have ever used is my own. Heck, I can find more information about someone by doing a Zaba Search. If I want a little more info I can pay to get it. When referring to my ex – it’s either been “My ex” or “Megan’s father”. Employers can find out more about someone than what I have ever posted – background checks reveal much, much more.

I have been reminded that the truth is sometimes painful. Tell me what is not true here and I will publish a public apology and retract the comments.

Megan’s Blog is in the permanent Links – http://collegegirl71087.blogspot.com/. I think she is learning to use it as a place to vent.

Do your research on personal blogs – then reread my very first post to see what got me started. As you go through my posts you’ll see that my blog is the voice no one listened to, the gallery is a place to share pictures, and maybe some day I’ll finish my recipe section. To those of you who appreciate my blog, I send my love.

The comments are actually turned on in moderated mode – so say what you want to say – I’ll read it – heck I might even publish it. Or is that what you are afraid of?

Got to go – it’s time for my electroshock therapy.

Looks like a plan is coming together for Megan’s graduation weekend. My sister is flying into Nashville Friday morning. I’ll drive up from Birmingham and meet Megan at the hotel we are staying at. She’s going to borrow her uncle’s car to meet me there. Gee – you would think that since her father is in town he could – at the very least – drop her off there. But I guess it’s going to work out for Megan’s best. We’ll pick up Kelley, go eat lunch and then get checked into the hotel. Then Megan and Kelley will go over to her father’s apartment to pick up what she needs for the weekend while I stay at the hotel and wait for them to come back. Remember, I’ve been told I’m not to go anywhere near the apartment – how nice, eh? At least my sister will get to see where Megan lives. Then Megan will bring her stuff back to the hotel. After that I’ll follow her over to where her uncle works so she can return his car. Then the 3 of us may go watch a movie or something. There are no plans to include sister #1 or sister #2 – they already told her they will see her Saturday.

Saturday morning Megan is planning on going and getting her hair done. She has to be at the church (where the graduation exercises will be held) at 12:30 for rehearsal. The plan is for Megan to ride with her uncle so Kelley and I will have my car. The original thinking was I was going alone and might need to escape. With Kelley with me it might be a little easier to deal with the cold shoulder treatment from daughter #1 and daughter #2.

After the graduation – the three of us will stop off at the hotel so Megan can change into the dress she bought for her graduation dinner at the Rainforest Cafe. That’s when it might get dicey – but then it most likely be another Cold Shoulder show. Trying to discuss the summer plans should be a real treat.

Yeah, sure it’s been my daily prayer that daughter #1 and daughter #2 will have a change of heart but as long as they are in daddy’s pockets it won’t change. Daughter #2 turned her nose up at how I had to live after the divorce – we were doing the best we could at the time and a travel trailer was all we could afford – we’ve come a long way since those days 🙂 The wedding I couldn’t attend has long been broken and daughter #1 is remarried.

So instead I pray that we all get laryngitis…