We got our bid to the National Championship Tournament in Indianapolis! To be asked to coach Cat’s team so unexpectedly and still get a bid fills me with gratitude. I am so blessed to share this moment with my daughter. It hasn’t been easy. We lost a setter last weekend in Dallas. Drama has plagued our team. But our girls rose above and fought till the end. Even playing 6’5 MONSTERS.

Only five bids available. Last chance. Do or die. End the season or go big time! Last match down 21-24. Cat served last 4 points to win 26-24. Out of 168 12u teams. We took 5th! We went 6-1 and grabbed a bid!!

I know this is late but I have record the moment. Easter consisted of only good memories. Egg hunt was exciting but not as much as cascarones battle. RON throwing them as hard as he can. Cat slamming to top of my head with one. Confetti in my drink. Trying to crack one down Ron’s back. My mom worries the dyed paper will ruin her ph balance in her pool. Cleaning up big egg shells bc her garden is ruined and her plants were trampled. Good memories.

if I had my way, I would read in bed alternating between coffee, wine and cuddles. I avoid toxic people as much as possible. Currently drama has found its way into every aspect of my life. Gossip and rumors fuel it’s fire. I just don’t want any part of that.... except I love telling a good story. The characters in my life are so unbelievable that it’s as good as fiction.

Easter is already setting up to be a lot of deep breaths and counting down minutes. My brother Napoleon Ron loves to stir the pot. Our Fam group texts prove as much. He feels it is his duty to rouse everyone. It is more like his stupidity not his duty. He starts with my sister using words like Democrat and snowflake. I asked him to find new words, but he says he likes his words and will continue to use them. Then he sends my mom over the edge, and it will be an Easter to remember!

​Three hours. I can survive. I’m hoping my girls are blissfully happy with their cousins and are oblivious to the flames . I miss my dad, and I’m sure the rest do too. Crazy masking grief is our way.

I don’t know what fool thought it was a good idea to test a kid for four hours and make it a factor whether to advance to the next grade or not. And better yet let’s determine whether a teacher is good based on those scores. Let’s withhold money to schools who perform poorly. Close them down even. I am lucky enough to not care anymore about today’s test. I’m so over it. I don’t mention it, practice it, review the test at all. I teach my kids to love reading and it’s craft to read critically and analytical every day with every text. This is why they pass! At LIFE hopefully!

Our team went to a new clinic with the asst coach at OLLU, Beau. Earlier today, Frank asked me what was so great about this coach, and I said he’s cute. Not sure why I said it. I never think someone is attractive. Then he insisted he take Cat to the clinic. I shld rest lol

Len and I always text when the other can’t make it. Frank gives me little details. Parent courtesy.

I have to cover sixth grade Math for Coach Alaniz. My 8th graders are going to Firsta Tx. Cat is very unsure how to handle the situation. She texted all her friends that have him. The general consensus is excitement. I told her to text them telling them I mean if you talk a lot or disrespect but otherwise nice. We will be in the same hallway and every time she passes I am going to scream her name and say IT’S YOUR MOMMA!! Hi!!! She said she’s going sprint passed then walk real quick his class all day. We all laughed. What she going to do when we are all in the same class every day in 8th grade. I CANT WAIT!!