Scary Movies continued-Brooke

Okay, I have two confessions to make so that my sister doesn't feel so inadequate. First, when we first moved to Oklahoma Mike had to go to the field for a few days. I had a terrible nightmare while he was gone and I called mom at 1:00 am her time, three mine. I had myself completely freaked out. The other time was the night Mike and I watched The Ring on video. Mike was going to stay up late to play some video games and I went back to bed. I was so scared I had to call him to come to the room. I wouldn't even get out of bed. His gaming was over for the night. Most times though I don't get scared. I think the Lord must give me a special blessing because I can't count the number of nights, growing up, that I stayed awake listening to noises and being scared out of my witts. I remember checking under my bed every night for years and being devasted when I found out the light coming from the hall was not mom staying up late reading but a night light in the boys room.

Mindi and Jess your paint stories cracked me up. I always remember trying to spray paint over the numbers stenciled onto the white chairs we used for Adam and Mindi's reception at Jack's. Lydia was so very skillful. She could do it without any drips. Speaking of that time. Jess and Leash do you remember what you got me for my birthday that year? Well it was black and sheer with feathers and Sadie came out of my closet with it on her head the other day saying she was a birdie. Very, very funny.

Mindi, the game with the all boy team was cancelled because of rain. My players were so disappointed and begged me to set up a scrimmage. So I did. Coach Besau had sat and watched our entire game when we won 9-3. He played after us and nearly lost to the team they were playing. The next practice he came up and cancelled because he had some sort of briefing he had to be to that he had forgotten about. The funny thing is at the next practice during the time we were supposed to scrimmage he was there practicing with his boys the whole time. I think he was a little afraid after his near loss and our win that there was a possibility of us winning and that was waay too much for him. I know that might sound far fetched but if I told you all of the stories you would understand why I feel this way. Today was our last game. We lost but I kind of thought we would. We played my neighbor's team and he is the one that is way into soccer. We played them for our first game. One of the moms from the other team came across the field to me and said that we were the most improved team by far, that is was amazing how much better our team had become since our first game. That made me happy. We had a great BBQ in our backyard. I will miss this backyard so much. We have huge shady trees, a club house, the trampoline, a huge field for playing with Bailey, and a million kids to play with. I will miss this yard so much. Yes, I know I've said that before and I'm sure I will say it again. The team gave me a really cool placque with all their names on it and a bag full of Bath and Body Works stuff. A couple of the parents asked if I would coach again next season. I know that sounds like I am bragging and that is a possibility but I was really anxious about being able to do this. I felt pretty inadequate. It was funny, one of the kids' grandpa was talking to me and asked where I had played soccer (this had nothing to do with my coaching, believe me, so it is not bragging. He just assumed that if you coach you have experience), as in what college? I had to laugh and say "city league, until I was a freshman in high school." Okay, enough of boring you with my soccer stories. I'm sorry I wrote all that. I should really delete part of it to save you from complete boredom but I'm too tired to edit.

Okay, Mom's generous invitation to come visit my house, is in fact, legit. I live in the South, in the land of Scarlett O'Hara and YaYa's and Fried Green Tomatoes. It is beautiful and it is hot and you are all welcome for the next 70 days. I love this place and I hope we will come back someday. By then we'll get to live in the really big houses. I love you all. Love, Brooke