"Doin' the best that I can"

He shoots! He scores! (if by scores you mean "to make tiny indelible lines in my baseboard").
Buck received a hocky stick and puck set for his birthday. Daddy relegated them to the basement.
This is Kent (across the street). The kids were playing a pick-up game of hockey and they had a broken stick just Buck's size, so they taped it up and let him shoot on the goal for awhile. Kent would lie down and let the ball go in (they use a ball in street hockey). Buck now plans to play for the Calgary Flames in 2027.

This has been one insane week. I am helping (well - others are helping me) to plan a girls' leadership training weekend which starts in about 4 hours. It's a 2 hour drive from here (1 1/2 in my car) and I am still running around trying to get things done for it. Buck and I just returned from picking up the t-shirts that we'll give to the girls. And I have to find someone to drop off the leader manuals with another crowd of girls who are coming up later.

Crazyness...craziness? [I looked it up - it's craziness] Look at the depths to which I have sunk. I can't even spell anymore.

I have been meditating (ha! yeah, right! who has the time?) on the amount of work it takes to "volunteer." I have been running around and Buck has been neglected all week in order for me to buy food, plan decorations and all of the extras for this small event. There should be about 19 girls and 8 adults - but purchasing all of the food alone has been an excersize in madness. Add to it the fact that many teens simply don't RSVP anymore, and I am in a quandary. I'm at that place where even if I'm missing something, I don't care and I figure that we'll all just have to live without it. Hopefully, I won't have forgotten something as essential as toilet paper (a lot of toilet talk on the blog these days). Anyway, the meditating included the understanding that I am doing more work than I ever did for any of my jobs (sorry, friends who taught with me). Different motivation, I guess. I do envy those women whose "volunteering" involves taste-testing lobster and crab to decide what to serve as a main dish at their gala. A lot different than needing to find an orange t-shirt and some glitter pens. O, the glamour never ends.