Category Archives: sports

Tennis

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We have embarked on an entirely new adventure at our house. Our girl discovered an age-old sport.

Tennis.

And she loves it! She finally found her sport niche and this girl is going after it like a dog with a bone. Even better…. she’s pretty darned good at it too.

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She started hitting the ball around with her dad this past spring, him giving her pointers. (This is one of his big sports. He played great tennis in his day.) While at the school tennis courts one Sunday a woman gave us the number of a local tennis coach holding lessons in the near future. That started the ball rolling and it hasn’t stopped yet.

To give her some practice she started just hitting the ball against the back board and hitting balls off the porch into the pasture. That gives picking up balls a whole new meaning… hunting for tennis balls in the grass ain’t a piece of cake. You have to be devoted to go through that.

Dad bought her a ball machine shortly after that. You should have seen the improvement with that little gem! She went to the local lessons, tried out for the high school tennis team and made it (not an insurmountable feat in football country).

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This summer she took lessons and went to workshops and this fall she played tournaments. Her path to improvement is remarkable and exhilarating because….

SHE IS GOING TO THE STATE PLAYOFFS NEXT WEEK!

We are so proud of her.

Instrument in her improvement is this gentleman. He has been teaching and coaching her the past few weeks. His gentle encouragement has made her grow and flourish as a tennis player. Thank you Bill.

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We just want to say… go baby girl!!

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This is the latest installment of my little piece of heaven. Thanks for letting me share it with you.

Love,
Jeannene

The Time of My Life

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This weekend we took a short trip to Branson,MO. We consider it a mini-vacation. A writer’s meeting drew me originally. The meeting was a blast, but the main attraction was an experience I will likely never forget. It was truly a blast.

During the meeting, while discussing books and assundry writerly things, my daughter calls to tell me she has a reservation to go on a Zip-line. For those of us unfamiliar with the term, it is a wire strung high above the trees where a person hangs suspended by 20 lbs of climbing gear and rolls along the line at moderate speeds from one tower to another tower. She asks me if I want to do it with her. I say yes, not clear about the whole thing, but expecting an adventure.

It isn’t until after the meeting concludes that I learn the details of our adventure. Not only do we zip between two towers for 1/4 of a mile, but we must jump 100 ft off the final tower. It is the only way down. Gulp.

We are talking about a big ass chicken here. 100 ft is very, very high. I don’t ride roller coasters because I hate that horrible drop off. Well…. when we drive into the parking lot of the place, I see first hand how high 100ft truly is. OH. My. Gosh. From the parking lot it is really high.

Our tour guides for this exciting trip are Jessie and Miles. Two strapping young college men who find this job as the job of a life time. Where else could they have this much fun and make money at the same time? These young men are awesome with their people skills as well. The skill they use to keep us nervous nellies calm is outstanding.

We spend about 20 mins gearing up. Helmet, harness and ropes that keep us suspended safely in mid-air. All of them tightened close to your middle. I felt trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey. Make sure you go potty before this stage. My daughter made a pit-stop, but her nerves managed to make that a moot break.

They brought us up the mountain in an old military all terrain vehicle. That is some hill too. At the tower from which we zip, we are giving a few basic rules. Don’t unhook yourself from any line at any time. And do not unhook the guides line. Actually no one touch his line. The guides are the only people allowed to touch the lines. Once we stand under that cable and are attached to it you look down that line. It is long and dips in the middle, but I will still be several tens of feet above the ground.

Here comes my little girl.


She’s so calm and collected.

The palms of my hands were soaking wet, but I was surprised that I didn’t freak to badly as I sailed through the air about 30 feet above the ground. I held my breath until I decided to scream for a little relief.

The look on my face in this picture relays the tension and “excitement” of the moment. Can you tell how thrilled I am with all the height? Just enthralled.

This was the easy part. We stood on the 100ft tower until all the others of our party jumped off the platform. All this time my hands and feet are exuding rivers of sweat as well as under arms and other body parts. My insides started vibrating, increasing with each members descent to the ground. It means my turn creeps ever closer. The view from that tower is high. Everything below us is soooo far away.

My little girl takes it all in stride. She doesn’t have a qualm about the jump at all!

Finally, or rather, regretfully my turn arrives. By this time I’m shaking like a leaf. My stomach is fluttery and sweat is pouring from every pore. To make this more urgent, an eminent storm is fast approaching. And I mean we see it raining just a mile away.

Jessie gets me ready to go and I approach the drop off. This rig is used to train paratroopers. A line is attached to the back of your harness and you step off the platform and free fall for 70 feet. It’s the stepping off into nothing that scares the bejeezes out of me. I have this aversion to falling long distances. It doesn’t matter if I know the tether will slow my fall at 30 fit above the ground. It’s that initial falling that just freezes me in my tracks.

I am standing on the edge and Jessie gently tells me to ease forward. I inch my toes to the edge, then I ease them over the edge. I am shaking like a leaf and just want to cry for the frustration of it all. There is only one way off that tower and it is DOWN.

I grab a hold of my harness and every muscle in my body is wound tight. About half way down, out of sheer relief, I let out a scream. I wasn’t falling to my death after all.

I am a stiff going through the air.

Finally the sweet firm earth meets my feet and Miles unhooks me and I can walk on my own. I hug the man, so grateful I am still in one piece and blissfully proud that I really did do what I considered the almost impossible.

Can’t you tell by the look on my face the sheer joy of the experience? It was truly a blast and I would so do it again. I recommend the thrill for all you people who love living on the edge.

This was a huge slice of heaven for my and my baby. I’d love to hear all about your dances on the fringes of the respectable. Leave a comment so we all can hear about.

Love,
Jeannene

A Trip to the Lake

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Ac couple of weeks ago C-Man made the offer to take us to the lake. Once he spilled the beans, we weren’t about to let him back out it. Our daughter and I planned out our simple menu and made our trip to the nearest Petsmart. We planned this trip down to the towels and floating devices. We are talking about Lake Ouchita in Arkansas. It has been a couple years since we’d made an appearance at this particular lake. We’d spent many a weekend camp trip around this body of water. Tons of happy memories had been created on the shores of this particular lake.

The first thing our daughter planned was, of course, taking our puppy (almost full grown) Cooper with us. This will be his first experience of a large body of water. His usual shyness at bath time is likely to translate into a fear of this water as well. Well we don’t want him to worry about drowning or anything so drastic or life threatening. So our daughter insists we make a trip to buy this…..

Cooper is encased in a doggie life preserver! You can tell he is so thrilled. We wanted to be sure he wouldn’t HAVE to be in the water ALL the time so we made a point to find one of these floating devices.

As you can see. He is just so excited about being wet and encased like a giant Shitsu sausage.

He started out dry and semi-enthused. Of course that is prior to the knowledge of total wetness.

He fairs well. Our daughter is secure in the realization Cooper isn’t going to sink to the bottom of the lake. His life preserver works pretty darned well. Look, you can carry him around like a suitcase.

Once he’s wet as a noodle he looks around desperately for some hope of coming ashore.

He doesn’t seem to mind it too much. I would say there is a tell tale look of longing to reach the shore. Just a little one.

That look of desperation appears to be surfacing. He is safe and dry, but all that wet stuff still poses a problem. It keeps him in that big ole round thing.

Cooper is such a great sport. He doesn’t complain through all the goofy stuff we subject him to. He did shiver for a bit and stayed wrapped in his towel for most of the trip home. He puts up with us though and is always the bestus friend a girl could ever have.

This day was just another little piece of heaven in our lives. Thanks for letting me share it with you.

I’d love to hear of your favorite place to cool off in the heat of summer. Let me know.

Love,
Jeannene

My Little Runner

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I have a cutie who decided to run track and field this year. She loves to run, but has never done it competitively. Yesterday was the day to get her feet wet. Yesterday was the first track meet of the season. This just happens to be the day of our excursion to see Nicolas Sparks at the nearest university. So she is listed to run the 200m. This particular race is on the docket as the second to the last race.

So Mom is out at the track, hoping her little girl runs soon so we can boogy away quickly to the one thing she really would like to see.

The meet moves along very well. Before I know it they are announcing the 200m heat and I see her saunter over to the start. I have the settings on my camera ready and waiting.

I can’t believe it. There she is running with all her heart.

To me she looks so awesome. Running like a regular track star. Here she comes.

Love the intensity on her face. She is determined.

Then there is the friend at the end of the race. She and a teammate walk back to the coach. They seem so calm and collected.

You would never know she was an absolute nervous wreck before she ran. I never see her nervous. She met two young ladies from another team and they set her ease. Sports is great for making new friends.

I am so proud of her. We made our date with Nicolas Sparks with minutes to spare as well.

Sports participation is a little piece of my heaven.

Love,
Jeannene