I have three vices. Only one can be done in the company of others.
All three bring on an alter ego a different side of me. I’m not sure who the real me is but I suspect all the three.

This beauty didn’t miss her Momma one bit! She spent the weekend with her BFF cousin, Katie. She hit her first season homerun. lead off. She brought herself in! Xtreme was were just starting our last game of the tourny. When my friend Alex texted with the news, I almost ugly cried bc I missed it. I felt so bad. Frank was busy working no one was there. I’m grateful for my SIL and BIL coaches. One of the sweet moms, Donna took this cool pic and video of her triple! She’s really liking softball! I’m glad and scared of the heat all at the same time.

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.