A loving reminder

Friday morning as I was preparing to head home from Orlando, I pulled out the Bible in the nightstand drawer to complete a daily devotional. It opened to a page where a piece of paper had been placed and I was emotionally accosted by a racial slur. Just one word and disgust turned my stomach. Sadness filled my heart. 

There I was: “Where dreams come true” and yet, somehow in the year of 2017, Martin Luther King Jr’s dream has yet to be realized. People are still hung up on color of skin rather than the content of character? How is that possible? 

I don’t have an answer, but through life I’ve learned over and over again that the solution to most of life’s problems is LOVE. So, I crumbled hate up and replaced it with love. 

Sundays for me have always been about Jesus and football. As I watch the opinions on social media regarding #takeaknee I just wanted to offer a loving reminder that empathy>opinion and Jesus’ greatest commandment was to “love one another”.  

Open Letter to Fans from Cavaliers Majority Owner Dan Gilbert

Two things: 1. Comic Sans font is hard to take seriously and; 2. He,’ll be back.
Dear Cleveland, All Of Northeast Ohio and Cleveland Cavaliers Supporters Wherever You May Be Tonight;

As you now know, our former hero, who grew up in the very region that he deserted this evening, is no longer a Cleveland Cavalier.

This was announced with a several day, narcissistic, self-promotional build-up culminating with a national TV special of his “decision” unlike anything ever “witnessed” in the history of sports and probably the history of entertainment.

Clearly, this is bitterly disappointing to all of us.

The good news is that the ownership team and the rest of the hard-working, loyal, and driven staff over here at your hometown Cavaliers have not betrayed you nor NEVER will betray you.

There is so much more to tell you about the events of the recent past and our more than exciting future. Over the next several days and weeks, we will be communicating much of that to you.

You simply don’t deserve this kind of cowardly betrayal.

You have given so much and deserve so much more.

In the meantime, I want to make one statement to you tonight:

“I PERSONALLY GUARANTEE THAT THE CLEVELAND CAVALIERS WILL WIN AN NBA CHAMPIONSHIP BEFORE THE SELF-TITLED FORMER ‘KING’ WINS ONE”

You can take it to the bank.

If you thought we were motivated before tonight to bring the hardware to Cleveland, I can tell you that this shameful display of selfishness and betrayal by one of our very own has shifted our “motivation” to previously unknown and previously never experienced levels.

Some people think they should go to heaven but NOT have to die to get there.

Sorry, but that’s simply not how it works.

This shocking act of disloyalty from our home grown “chosen one” sends the exact opposite lesson of what we would want our children to learn. And “who” we would want them to grow-up to become.

But the good news is that this heartless and callous action can only serve as the antidote to the so-called “curse” on Cleveland, Ohio.

The self-declared former “King” will be taking the “curse” with him down south. And until he does “right” by Cleveland and Ohio, James (and the town where he plays) will unfortunately own this dreaded spell and bad karma.

Just watch.

Sleep well, Cleveland.

Tomorrow is a new and much brighter day….

I PROMISE you that our energy, focus, capital, knowledge and experience will be directed at one thing and one thing only:

DELIVERING YOU the championship you have long deserved and is long overdue….

Dan Gilbert
Majority Owner
Cleveland Cavaliers

RISE UP!

I will not be surprised if I spend the rest of today as a deaf/ mute. Jer was selected in the ticket lottery to purchase tickets to Game #2 of the Cavs v. Nets playoff game tonight and of course, we couldn’t miss the chance. So we went. Aside from a couple BULL-SHIT! fouls I could have done without and a couple that were missed (like the crouch shot given to LeBron) – it was great!  Now I must say, I’ve been to a few Cavs games since LeBron went pro and I gotta say the energy in tonight’s game was crazy. I’ve never heard it so loud. My ears are still ringing and my voice is already wavering. It was insanity, but it was all worth it. What an experience.

We now lead the series 2-0 with tonights 102-92 win.

LET’S GO CAVS!!!!

The bike ride from hell

The city we live in has a pride festival (not gay pride – but community) every year around the 4th of July holiday. There are carnivals, ice cream socials, pancake breakfasts, 5k runs, lawn concerts, etc, etc. Well since Jedi just graduated from Safety Town and learned about bicycle safety….I figured it would be cool to join the Bike-a-thon. Basically, they were just trying to get people out to try out the new bike trail that goes all the way around our city. I used to like to use the bike trail in Virginia that ran from Mount Vernon to Washington D. C. I miss biking so I really wanted to check it out and they were giving away free bike licenses to anyone who showed up by 9am. I did the girl thing and went out and bought a fashionable biking outfit for the occasion and a new gnarly bicycle helmet. Not the dorky kind, but the cool kind the pro stunt bike guys wear…except mine is black with a pink skull on the back.

So the boys, their Dad and I showed up and got our bikes registered and all that jazz. We only got about 1.5 miles before Jedi went down a steep hill, freaked out, forgot to use his breaks and wiped out. Thank-God I had put knee pads on him, because judging from how jacked up the knee pad was his knee would have probably been broken. So, I called my father, who is fabulous, who agreed to to come meet us and pick up Jedi at the next trail entrance which was about 1/2 mile uphill with Jedi whimpering. FUN! We were lucky to come upon a MetroPark volunteer who gave us some antibacterial gel and band-aids. Of course my Mom came and brought her camcorder and made me re-tell the camera about Jedi’s wipe-out. Then they followed us about a mile down the road, recording us. (can’t wait to see that tape, I’m sure it’s flattering.) 3 of us continued on. No sooner did we get back in the swing, Husband’s work phone rang and he proceeded to have to bike and talk for almost an hour. Our family excursion, became mostly me & Pickle taking in scenery and encouraging each other the push on. After 10 miles, we were most thankful to find that the trail ran alongside a TGIFridays and we stopped in for lunch. It was really hard to get back on the bikes after that. All of us moaned and groaned when we tried to put our sore backsides back on the bike seats. (what is up with those things?) Another two miles down the road, my gears stopped catching and whenever we would come to a hill I would have to hop off and push my bike up and get back on. We were determined to finish this trail, the whole 22 miles, but found at mile 18 that the rest of the trail was closed for construction. Nice of them to tell us that, huh? So I had to call my Dad again, to come pick me up and drive me back to the high school to pick up our truck so we could load the bikes up.

In hindsight and still having a sore ass, I think I would’ve preferred to have paid the $10 for a bike license.

(sigh)

Pickle better retain this as memorable family time.

Take me out to the ballgame

Today was the first game day for baseball.

My oldest performed well. His throwing has really improved and despite not getting a hit, he went down swinging. That’s my boy!

My youngest son had his very first t-ball game. (YEH!!!!) He did o.k. But, it’s difficult for both of us because it is also my very first season as my son’s t-ball team’s coach. So, when my JJ wants his Momma to stop and coax him along, I can’t. According to the other parents I handled the situation very well, they were very impressed and I got a lot of wide-eyed “I could never do that”s.

It really wouldn’t have been so bad if it weren’t 90 + degrees + HUMID, cause orchestrating nine, 4 & 5 years really doesn’t need any added dilemmas. It involves a lot of running around from position to position and giving pats on the backs and shouting reminders every couple minutes like

“GET READY! LET ME SEE YOU READY! HANDS ON KNEES! STOP KICKING THE DIRT! WATCH THE BALL! HERE IT COMES! THROW IT TO FIRST!” lol.

It’s funny, but tiring. We don’t count strikes or outs or runs, so nobody won. It’s all about skill learning at this age but I’m still very proud of ALL my kiddos. Despite sweat and tears ( and a little blood on a skinned knee) my kiddos toughed it out and finished the game.

In other news, my Baby Girl has an ear infection that kept me and her up all night.

I despreately need a good night’s sleep.