Drama, drama, drama...

OK, so barring all of the other things I have to blog about, I am deciding to write about something seemed to cause some confusion for those on my facebook page. I had set my status to say something about the past needs to remain in the past, it's over, move on, blah, blah, blah. Melodie and Amy were curious and suggested that I should blog about it. At first I wasn't so sure, because it is stuff that no one really cares about, but then I thought about it in terms of blogging. Isn't that what blogging is supposed to be for? Yes, it's great for the stories and photos and fun times, but isn't it also a way to burn off some frustration and get thoughts out? So here we go.

I started playing travel soccer at age 9 on a team called the Sterling Blast. This would be the team I stayed on until graduating high school. It was a GIANT part of my life and I am still in contact with many of the girls that I played with back then. The coach of the team and I were very close from the time I made the team. He taught me all sorts of skills and encouraged me to get better and try new things on the field. He became a sort of father figure through the years, and I was close to his family as well. As those years went on, he left our team and moved on. I was upset at first, but I maintained close contact and even helped him coach his little girls team once in a while. Then it all changed. I went to college and on one trip home, my mom sat me down and told me that my coach was leaving his wife and he was not only leaving, but was "seeing" someone. Someone that was only 3 years older than me and I had played high school soccer with. Someone who had dated his son and referred to the coach as "Pa." I was shocked and disgusted immediately. I was also hurt, and my vision of this person shattered. I mourned the loss of the person I had known and decided that I just didn't want anything to do with him anymore. I remained a part of his wife's life, as well as his son and daughter, avoiding any sort of conversation about him. There was a time in my freshmen year of college that I spoke to him on the phone and told him how I felt about it. It didn't go over well, and his attitude was pretty much, "I don't care what you think or feel." That was the end of it.

Until yesterday.

Facebook is wonderful and terrible for many reasons. You can find people that you want to find. Old friends, relatives, and acquaintances that you have previously lost touch with come out of the woodwork. I have rekindled some very special friendships because of facebook (right, Robin?). Then there is the downside, with people being able to find you, too. People you thought were no longer a part of your life and you didn't want back in. You don't even have to be "friends" with someone for them to be able to contact you. I have run in to this now twice.

Yesterday I received an email message from my old coach through facebook. It made me angry. Not because he emailed me, but because of the attitude he gave me in the email. "Still mad at me after it has lasted 13 years?" That is how he started it. As though I had done something wrong when I was 18 years old by being hurt by someone I had previously admired. So I wrote him back and pretty much told him that no I wasn't angry, because I didn't care about him or his relationship, and that I never thought of him at all, but the fact that he felt he needed to justify it to me was interesting. This is a 60+ year old man and he apparently still worries about what I think of him. Sad. He seems more worried about my opinion of him than he did of his own family 13 years ago. It still grosses me out.

So for those of you who were wondering what the drama was about yesterday, this is it. It's really not a big deal, but it was to me when it was going on a while back.

Lazy blogger

Ok, I have tons to blog about...but no desire to do it right now. I have to upload some pictures from Indy, as well as others of the kids. I just don't want to. So forgive me, but I will catch up soon. Maybe tonight. Maybe not. It will happen though. Someday.

June has come and gone...

What a crazy month June was! My boys both had birthdays, my sister tied the knot, family visited, and we slipped into July. I know I promised pictures of Alicia's big day, and I am still working on it, I promise. For some reason when I try to post them, they come out as tiny little thumbnails. I want you to actually be able to SEE them, so I have not put them up yet.

I do, however, have some recent snapshots of the boys and some of the visitors we have had in recent weeks. Roger's brother and his family came for a long weekend and it was a GREAT time. We always have fun together and Colin got to spend some real quality playtime with his cousin, Danielle (who is getting more grown up by the hour). They got to go to a Father's Day baseball game and both ended up with foul balls! Unfortunately I was home with a very sick Christopher who had a high fever due to his 4 molars coming in (although if you ask a pediatrician, they will tell you that teething doesn't cause fevers...they are lying). I hated to miss it, especially after seeing the pictures of the very fun day!

Here are the pictures we have taken this summer. I have a beautiful family. Every last one of us is striking. :)

Angela and Alicia before the wedding.

Roger and Colin on the bridge in downtown Greenville.

Colin and Emily at their birthday party at the park. It was hot and they had been playing hard!

Danielle and Colin playing in our pool.

Christopher playing in the jump-o-lene.

Danielle and Christopher playing.

Danielle and Colin at the baseball game with their foul balls.

Roger, Colin, Danielle, and Bobby at the game.

What Christopher did while they were at the game. Poor thing.