Invisible Woman

I think this might be the plight of most mothers, but I discovered yesterday that I have become the invisible woman. I decided to join the modern world and start a facebook page. So, I spent nearly an hour looking for a recent picture of myself and couldn't find one. Not one. I seriously only found two pictures of myself. One is the one I used on facebook, and the other was from a year and a half ago. I have made the effort to take pictures of my kids as they have grown and have pictures of our family at every holiday event, but I am missing from every single one of them. I am going to have to start assigning photography duties to a different family member for each holiday, so that I can appear in some of the pictures. Otherwise, my kids will grow up and look back on these pictures and wonder if they even had a mother. They have a dad and dogs, but there is no evidence of a mother. She's the invisible woman.

Ok, I wanted to start this blog over a month ago, and as I should have known, I got too busy to post anything. So, for a quick catch up. Myles and Savannah are now officially on summer vacation. We survived their track and field day. Barely. Myles had to run the last race of the day and Mother Nature chose the 30 seconds prior to his race to open up the skies and pour rain down on us. Myles was thoroughly soaked by the end of the race and the temperature that day was about 55 degrees, so he was freezing as well. He was none too happy about it either. But, the realization that there was no school to go to the next day made things seem better. That and the Taco Bell lunch that was promised after everyone took hot showers.

Myles has been engrossed in his baseball season and has his tournament this weekend. Stay tuned to hear how that goes. Last year I sat at his games without any sunscreen and received the worst sunburn of my life. This year, it's supposed to be cool and cloudy and I will still be covered in SPF 1000.

Savannah and I went to see Wicked a couple of weeks ago. It was fabulous. Actually, I went to see it with B on a Tuesday night (the tickets were a birthday gift). He was not counting down the days and minutes to the show as I was, but I have sat through many a boring guitar show with him, so it was payback time. Anyway, we were sitting right in the center in the second row. It was fabulous. I could gush about it for hours. And, it was the very first broadway show I have ever seen. I got dressed up, we went out to dinner, and I forgot my camera. (My camera and I have a love - hate relationship). We got to the show and there were several time during it that I had to give B an elbow to the ribs because I could see his head bobbing. Now, to be fair, B works nights and his sleeping schedule is completely screwed up, but this theater was filled with people who would be willing to stab him for his seat, so nodding off was not allowed. He made it through the show and when asked by my mother what he thought, he responded, "It was pretty good if you like all that singing and dancing crap." High praise indeed. I was completely in love with the show and found out that there is a lottery for tickets each day. So, B thought it would be fun to try for tickets through the lottery and I could take our daughter, Savannah. And, guess what? We won tickets. So Savannah and I sat in the 4th row and our tickets only cost us $25 apiece. She loved it as much as I did and I learned how fun it is to go to a show with someone who can get as excited about it as I was. We were given buttons that said "I won the Wicked Lottery" and Savannah wore hers proudly all week. She is now my official theater buddy. I plan to take her to many more shows.

Alright, I'm going to end this post before my hands cramp up. Check back for more!