Small Town Sunday Night

So after a wonderful Saturday night what do you do for an encore? You go to the Pastors and Staff versus High School Seniors softball game. Of course!

It had rained off and on throughout the day so it was a beautifully cool night. It appeared that God had parted the clouds so that He could watch!

Team Clergy was looking great in their matching t-shirts. Everyone was number 07 and the back of the shirts said 'Say Your Prayers'.After the prayer

everyone was ready to go. Pastor Stefanie, the only girl on the pastoral staff, was already giggling!

The first pitch was thrown out by a former student who is entering his third year at West Point. He said he flew in just for that. Don't really know if I believe him.

Remember this guy? He's an ump for all!For fan involvement they had hula hoop contests, race the pastor runs, and the forehead to the bat/spin/run thingy.

That's McKinley's softball couch doing it. He had to sit in the dugout for about 10 minutes to get his bearings back!

Our head pastor (in the blue hat) had some amazing hits. He's not just good at preaching! I wondered how he'd do since he was the star quarterback for our local high school team. Small world, isn't it?

So that was my Small Town Sunday Night. Can't wait for the next one!

Small Town Saturday Night

Isn't that a song? Hmmm...I'll have to look that up.

Anyway.

I live in the same town that I grew up in. On the same street. In a house where I spent probably half my life because they had a pool and children that I could play with. I have gone to church 6 blocks away my whole life. My elementary, middle school, and high school are also 6 blocks away. The college I attended and where I met Shawn is just 4 blocks away. Can you say 'sheltered upbringing'? I wouldn't have it any other way though. Now my girls are experiencing the same thing. It's wonderful.

So, you may ask, what do you do on a small town Saturday night? You go to the Mid-High Co-Ed softball tournament of course.

McKinley played for our church and since it's not really competitive it's just a blast to watch. The tournament is the end of the season party that includes the games and a hamburger and hot dog picnic. Even though it was close to 100 degrees, it's a must see! The fans were on the edge of their seats:C)The ump is my neighbor. He stood out there in the heat for seven and a half hours.

The Mid-High pastor was there going from bleacher to bleacher to evenly spread her love around.

The girls elementary principal was there as a coach of another team. He's also our neighbor.

This boy, oh this boy. I love my three girls and never wanted a boy after McKinley was born but if I could have a boy, I would take Cale. He's precious! I call him all summer long and beg him to come swim with me.

Water bottles were everywhere! Occasionally a parent would drop some off in the dugouts.

Some children were doing anything to keep cool.

Wonder if her mother knew what she was doing? Hee-hee.

Even though the blue team scored well and even made it aways through the losers bracket they lost. But had so much fun doing it!

And since it's a church league, everyone is friends no matter what color your shirt is.

McKinley had fun even though they lost. She didn't, however, like having her picture taken.So ends a small town Saturday night.

Want to know what happens on a Sunday? Stay tuned!

Summer Softball

I don't know how it happened that all three of our children ended up being sporty. I never played a sport outside of 'enforced sports' in PE in school. Shawn is incredibly sports minded (he plays for two soccer teams a week) but you'd have to think that with genetics we'd have a 50 percent shot of the girls being unsporty. I'm glad it didn't work that way. I always wish that I could play something. It would be fun to play on an indoor league like Shawn does. But I was apparently made to be the sport mom and wife.


McKinley decided last year that she wanted to play softball for our girls league at church. I could have fallen over. This from the child that played soccer one season but never actually touched the ball. When the coach placed her in her position she never moved. The look of sheer terror on her face was painful. But not only did she play softball for the girls league, she went on to the Mid-High co-ed league, and then to the school team when school started. She has definitely found something that she loves.


I love to watch her but since we live in Oklahoma...I wish it was a fall or winter sport. Summer is a miserable time to play anything outdoors. Yesterday the high was 94 and we had 30 mph wind gusts. Not exactly fun. We sat on a blanket on the ground by the outfield because of the dirt and rock that were blowing.

That slight haze is the filth blowing.


But......she looks so cute playing that it's okay:C)

And some of you may remember that Reagan gets a dollar a goal....yes, we do that for McKinley, too. In three games she's made $12.

This has to stop.