Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Pomp And Circumstance



Well, I was excited to update this blog until it took me thirty minutes and two password changes to access my account.  As I was fuming and making stupid errors something I said to my husband on Sunday when our girls turned 18 came to my mind.  I told him them turning 18 means they aren't "ours" anymore.  I know they're on loan from God, and I hope he's happy with how Marc and I did!  At 18, I have to share them with the "grown-up" world.  Jobs, responsibilities.  I can't protect them from the world anymore.  I have to mentally remind myself that this is their life, and I have to accept that.  They are GREAT kids and I am excited about the lifetime of opportunities that are upon them now.

So, in previous blogs, I said this is the school year of the "lasts"- last prom, last homecoming, last soccer game, last basketball games.  Like many parents, I have some regrets, but my guilty conscious
is soothed by the fact that all my regrets are about limitations and activities I missed due to my health, and beyond my control.  My girls know how hard I tried to be there.  So now that the "lasts" are almost over, it's time to look forward to some firsts!  First parent weekend (let's hope they're not the same weekend), first trip home just to do laundry.  First time my twins will spend more than a week apart since they were born!!!!  Yep, that is true.  I am happy to have them in my life.  What an amazing blessing they have been!  Tonight is graduation, then it should be relatively peaceful until August when Hannah is the first to fly from the nest.  Sarah is here until the end of September.

Girls- my wish for you is that as you move forward, you remember to look back every once in a while.  Don't go so fast that this time passes you by.  Make good choices, and remember all choices have consequences.  Make new friends, but don't forget the old, and there's a road map and a bible in the car if you ever lose your way.

Saturday, January 26, 2013

The Happiness Project: 365 days of Kindness, Respect and Humility

I started a Facebook page called "The Happiness Project: 365 days of Kindness, Respect and Humility".  The idea came to me as a response to the horrific violence and death at Sandy Hook elementary school.  Watching the news coverage invoked in me a feeling of helplessness. A feeling that many of us with compassionate hearts feel when something like this occurs and we feel the urge to "do something."  I saw that we were being flooded with challenges to do 26 random acts of kindness and I thought that was something I'd like to try.  I don't have money to send, but I do have prayer, empathy and compassion that I can use to make my community better.

My idea was to find my personal joy by seeing, hearing and doing acts of kindness, respect and humility.  These don't have to be gigantic gestures.  This is for those of us with limited means or physical limitations.  Why those three words?  Because I think we have a pandemic of selfishness, apathy and plain old rude behavior in our world AND I believe that if we all practice these three ideas everyday that the world WILL be a better place.  

Kindness is the act or the state of being kind, being marked by good and charitable behavior, pleasant disposition, and concern for others. It is known as a virtue, and recognized as a value in many cultures and religions.  Research has shown that acts of kindness benefit receivers of the kind act, but also the giver.  Ideas of small acts of kindness: pick up trash when you go out walking, open the door for someone, simply SMILE at the next stranger you pass.  Kindness is simple: pass it on.

Respect literally means "to look again.  Just when you're ready to pass judgement on someone, take another look at that person.  Certainly there's something great about this person.  When you're so busy judging, you get tunnel vision and don't see the whole person.  Yes- you may have to get very creative, but keep digging.  You'll find something great.

Humility may be the most difficult to grasp.  For me, humility means admitting I'm far from perfect and eager to learn about other cultures, lifestyles, religions, traditions and be able to see the good in people.  Humility means remembering that the world doesn't revolve around you.  

The only "rule" about my page is no bragging.  Yes, please share your act of kindness, but be humble.  It's not a competition.

I'm kind of sad that my page isn't getting much attention.  Sad that people are missing an opportunity to enrich the life of someone else.  A few months ago, I started my "Daily Joy" journal.  I have to make and effort to find joy, because most days aren't that great for me.  My moment of daily joy is usually quite simple.  Today my joy was knowing Daisy was having a great time hiking with Hannah.  That sweet dog doesn't get walked very much.

One of my favorite quotes wraps this all up nicely:

“People are often unreasonable and self-centered. Forgive them anyway.
If you are kind, people may accuse you of ulterior motives. Be kind anyway. 
If you are honest, people may cheat you. Be honest anyway.
If you find happiness, people may be jealous. Be happy anyway.
The good you do today may be forgotten tomorrow. Do good anyway.
Give the world the best you have and it may never be enough. Give your best anyway. 
For you see, in the end, it is between you and God. It was never between you and them anyway.” 






























Monday, December 10, 2012

Let's Have a Ki-Ki (google it)

This blog is actually going to be dedicated as the Pongon "official" Christmas letter, or as I like to call them: an opportunity to brag about your above average children and use big words and happy adjectives so you can make the world think you have it all together!

Let me set a few things straight, right from the start.  I don't have it all together.  Not even in the smallest way.  I also don't sugarcoat things, so if you're easily offended, now would be a good time to exit this blog!

So, what was the Pongon family up to in 2012?  I'll start with the dog, Daisy.  She had a great year and spent most of her days with me and playing with her squeaky rubber chicken toy.  Naps and a few trips to the dog park kept her happy.  I'm pretty sure going to Aunt Lori's cabin was the highlight of the year.  I've never seen her so happy!  She played the whole time we were there, then came home and slept for three straight days!

Marc is doing well.  He's still at Vision Star, or "Binyons" as my mom calls it!  He does computer stuff.  Insert yawn here (((yawn))).  I think I can speak on his behalf and list a few of his most memorable events.  He had two trips to the corporate office in Dallas.  Hannah tried to squeeze herself into his suitcase.  That girl loves Texas!  He didn't coach soccer with our niece, Kathleen.  You may recall they coached ladies soccer at a rival school.  They had so much fun over the last several years.  Kathleen is preggers with my 3rd great-nephew.  Marc did end up coaching his own daughters at Mt.View.  Kind of neat that he finally got to see them play their senior year.  I don't know if he'll coach next year.  He is my hero, my real life Superman.  He keeps this family running and does it without complaint, nor does he make me feel even worse about my "life" (We'll get to that in a bit).  Now it's basketball season, and he loves going to all of Sarah's games.  We all agree Hannah is too much like her mother and would probably foul out in the first quarter.  In summary, Marc basically works around the clock to take care of us girls.

Hannah's next.  That girl is a ray of sunshine!  She seems to have shed her teen vocabulary of "yes, no, or my favorite, you're SO irritating!  She's very talented in many areas, especially interior design, floral arrangements, cooking and baking.  She finished her last soccer season with no injuries received.  It's possible she may have accidentally pushed a girl here and there.  She's a defender, just doing her job!  She's undecided about what college she wants to attend, but I think it's getting narrowed down.  She challenged herself this year by taking AP Stats and AP Psychology.  Shes an excellent student.  She spends lots of time with Aunt Lori (my sister) which makes me very,very happy because Aunt Lori takes on tons of the mom stuff that I should do, but can't.  Hannah is a very beautiful person, inside and out.  She oozes compassion and has really been a rock for me when I need it.  Most nights Hannah and Sarah end up in the same bed, all arms and legs wrapped around each other like only twins can do, with Daisy somewhere in there too.  You can usually hear Hannah coming before you see her, because she's usually singing. She loves to work-out.  She sometimes spends three hours at the gym and goes running and hiking.  A little country girl at heart.  A highlight for her and Sarah was a cruise during Spring Break with grandpa and grandma.  Nope- Marc and I weren't invited.  My girls are blessed to have both sets of grandparents who shower them with love.

On to Sarah.  She's an athlete, through and through.  She played soccer and I breathed a huge sigh of relief when the season ended and Sarah was unscathed.  As the goalie she had to throw her body around.  She's kind of known for her willingness to do whatever it takes to win.  That child is covered in bruises.  Basketball is going on now.  Then track.  She has set some pretty high goals for her life.  She's excited to become an Officer in the Army via an ROTC scholarship.  Seattle University is her top pick for college.  She's already been accepted at University of Portland (Marc's An alumni) and was awarded a generous scholarship.  It's her back-up plan if she doesn't do ROTC.  She wants to be a physical therapist with an emphasis on sports medicine and kinesiology.  The Army is very interested in her leadership (Captain of soccer and basketball), her athleticism and her brain.  She's very smart and has maintained all "A's" since 6th grade.  She's wanted to serve her country since first grade.  After 9/11, she wore a US flag pin every day.  I'm excited and nervous about the path she is taking.  Oh, and by the way- she and two other men pushed, lifted and rescued a man who was ejected from his vehicle.  Sarah says it was no big deal.

Both girls are very spiritual and find peace with our Loving God.  I'm so thankful that they have such strong faith because they've already endured loss and sadness that many people never experienced.

Ok, now me.  My year was good and bad.  My nephew and his wife welcomed my first great-neice.  They're in Florida so I haven't gotten to snuggle her.  I made it to the beach a few times.  Once for our anniversary (22 years next May) and once for a basketball tournament.  I've grown this year, both physically and metaphorically.  The doctors changed some things around and diagnosed me with a third rare and incurable disease.  I am finally at a point of acceptance, well, most days I am.  I am incredibly blessed to have people in my life that drive me around and love me.  My medications add weight, so that's kept me locked away indoors to protect the innocent!  My doctors made a few heavy decisions that don't make me happy.  No driving until I go 6-months with no fainting.  I have a wheelchair because I can't stand or walk for very long.  I got it in June or July.  I've only used it once.  My ego is having a hard time with that.  My doctors prefer that I wear a mask when I'm out in public because my immune system is non-existent.  I bought them, but haven't opened the box yet.  Baby steps.

Marc and I are already emotional on a regular basis, thinking about our girls leaving the nest.  The first day of their senior year was WAY tougher than the first day of kindergarten!  I'm calling 2012 the year of "the lasts"- last soccer game, last spirit week, last homecoming.  I could go on and on.  I'm stockpiling Xanax, just in case.

I don't know what 2013 has in store for us, and since I do these kind of letters about every 5 years, you won't know either!

As usual, I wish you a joyous holiday and that 2013 holds only great things for you.  May your days be merry and bright, and may all your Christmases (or whatever you celebrate) be white.  Remember  to do random acts of kindness and thank God every day for all the blessings he has given you.







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Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Yes, Hannah, there is a Santa Claus

Well, here we go folks!  Just 70 days until Christmas!  I am very pleased that I have already purchased quite a few gifts!  Maybe this year we wont be running around on Christmas Eve looking for the perfect presents.
 
I've blogged several times about my very serious dislike of Christmas.  Many of you may be shocked to know that this year, I have decided to embrace my inner Clark Griswold and we will "have the hap, hap, happiest Christmas since Bing Crosby tap-danced with Danny Kaye. And when Santa squeezes his fat white ass down that chimney tonight, he's gonna find the jolliest bunch of assholes this side of the nuthouse"  (if you don't recognize what blockbuster this quote came from, we may have to rethink our friendship!?)
 
Why do I want to make this Christmas so memorable?  Because this is the year of "the lasts".  Last soccer game, last basketball game, last homecoming, last prom.  Last Spring Break.  Next Christmas, we hope that Hannah and Sarah will be enjoying their independence while attending Seattle University. 
 
I know they'll come home for the holidays, it just won't be the same.  So, this year, I'm doing all the things I've always wanted to do with Marc and the girls. We're having a cookie exchange (Call me if you want to come, otherwise, watch for your invitation! We're going to have a baking day. Maybe even do a Gingerbread house!  There will be the traditional nice dinner out followed by driving around in a huge van, all 13 of us Pongon's and go look at Christmas lights.  And most importantly, this year I am following through on my desire to help at a shelter. 
 
Hannah is the most excited about getting a real tree.  We've used an artificial tree because of my asthma.  I'm going to give Hannah money and let her buy any decorations she wants.  And, I'm not taking the tree down on the 26th.  Yes, I usually get my house back to normal ASAP!
 
Thanksgiving will be at the "other" Pongon house this year. We'll be dining on some delicious chickens they've been using as pets.  Ha ha!  Not really.  It was be another great day of competition: Lisa's traditional turkey, or Michael's deep fryer.  I think the score is Lisa 2, Michael 3?  I could be wrong.  The best part of Thanksgiving, other than left overs, is watching "Elf" and "Christmas Vacation" Then, at 12:01 AM, its Christmas!  The Christmas CD's will be dusted off.  I'm getting excited myself!  The final tradition is my sister answering her phone with "Buddy the Elf, what's your favorite color?"  She does it from Thanksgiving through Christmas.  My answer is always the same: yellow. 
 
Instead of sending out a Christmas Letter, I'll give you the update right here!
 
Marc: it's been a tough year for my Superman.  He works so hard taking care of his girls.  The last 4-years he coached soccer at Fort Vancouver HS along with my niece Kathleen.  They didn't win a single game during that time, but just from what Marc has told me and what I witnessed, they had a great time; these girls will look back on their high school days of playing soccer, and remember how much fun Coach Marc was.  This year he is at Mt.View as the assistant Varsity coach and it's been so great that he finally gets to watch Hannah and Sarah play.  He still works at Vision Star, still loves soccer.  He has a deep faith and has been an excellent role model for Hannah and Sarah. Almost too much of an excellent role model, as those girls have him wrapped around their fingers!  I told him he has to stop cutting up their meat (Yep, not joking) and cleans their rooms.  These girls are going to have a hard time finding a husband that even comes close to being the man their father is.

Me:  Shortly after curing cancer, I was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize in medicine.  After that, I figured out how to reverse Global Warming, childhood obesity and wait.....OK, um, er, that wasn't the truth.  2012 has been an interesting year.  I'm still "sick" most days, but every now and then God gives me some good days.  I cherish those days!  I'm still a smart ass and still use humor at inappropriate times.  I do have one guilt pleasure; it's watching reality TV.  I am especially hooked on all the Housewife's shows except for the one filmed in Atlanta.  I did draw a line after seeing 2 episodes of "Honey Boo Boo".  I'm also an avid viewer of the true crime shows like "48 Hours"  All in all, I'm pretty boring.

Hannah: My oldest by just 5-seconds is definitely the oldest child.  She is a joy to have around and also has a great sense of humor. She's still looking at colleges.  She is pretty excited about all that her future holds. She is an excellent cook.  She's recently been promoted to COO of the kitchen.  She does a fair amount of grocery shopping and is an amazing cook.  She is doing very well at school and loves being a Senior.  She's a defender on varsity soccer.  She still loves to sleep, just like when she was a baby.  The old saying is true: "Enjoy every minute you have with your children, because they grow so fast."  They really do.  I can't believe how fast time has gone.  Hannah has a tender heart and loves babysitting her cousins.

Sarah: The baby of the family.  She is funny, kind, beautiful and really, really freaking smart.  She has applied for an ARMY ROTC scholarship.  Why the Army?  It's the only branch of the military that offered her preferred major- sports medicine and kinesiology. She has always had a desire to be in the military.  She'll be the first female soldier in our family.  I remember in 1st grade, right after the 9/11 tragedy she insisted on wearing a US Flag pin on her shirt every single day!  She is very patriotic and loves her country.  The Army will be lucky to get her!

In other exciting news- our family is expecting some additions!  We already had one exciting surprise when we saw a video on Facebook that said "Play Me".  The video was of my nephewZachary getting married!   They have been a couple for many, many years, and we all adore the new Mrs. Chandler.

My nephew Beau, and his beautiful wife will be welcoming beautiful Molly Claire in just a few weeks.  They are so excited and Kristen looks great.  I don't think she gained a pound!  They're in Florida, where Beau is stationed with the Navy.  It would be great if he could get stationed closer to home!  And, the Grand Finale: my goddaughter Kathleen, and her husband Michael, are pregnant!  Baby is due in April.  We all feel so blessed by all the gifts God has given to our family.

I'll close this with my early Thanksgiving list of things I'm thankful for.  In no particular order:
  • Becoming a "great" Aunt again
  • My amazing husband who brings home the bacon and fries it up in a pan
  • My healthy, beautiful, graceful, and intelligent daughters
  • That I have both my parents who are still head over heels in love
  • My dog Daisy.  She's my cuddle buddy, unless Hannah is home- then I don't exist
  • My big sister Lori.  There aren't enough adjectives to describe her, so I'll pick my top three:
    • She's HILARIOUS
    • She has a loving heart
    • She loves my children as her own
In case I don't get a chance to blog again before Thanksgiving, I hope you all have a wonderful day.  Next month I'll share my thoughts on the best Christmas movies ever.

"Praise be to the Lord, to God our Savior, who daily bears our burdens"
Psalm 68:19












 
 

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

I have stolen this quote from facebook as it gave me the much needed inspiration I was looking for to update my blog.  I can't believe how long it's been since I posted.  Here is what I want to share with you: "There comes a time in life when you have to let go of all the pointless drama and the people who create it and surround yourself with people who make you laugh so hard that you forget the bad and focus solely on the good.  After all, life is too short to be anything but happy"

Hopefully I have haven't broken any copyright laws.  There is a great book called "Traveling Light" by Max Lucado.  The basic message of the book is that when we are born, God gives us our own personalized set of baggage.  For me, my baggage includes coping with an awful disease and a heart that feels broken by all that I have "lost" since getting masto.  You have your own set too.  Maybe a bad relationship, the death of a loved one, financial issues.  It doesn't matter what your baggage is, because there is no return policy.  You have to learn to deal with it.  As we move along life, people try to get us to help them carry their baggage.  We insert ourselves into a situation that is really none of our business or get carried away with someone elses issues.  In essence, you are agreeing to carry their baggage along with your own.  The problem is we can all only carry so much before we collapse under the weight of all this baggage.  Trust me on this one- don't pick it up.  I picked up someone elses baggage right after Christmas and it ended up blowing up in my face.  My attempt to help someone deal with a problem that I had no business in was a disaster and caused major drama and led to severed friendships. 

So, I have managed to let go of the drama.  I now live in a drama free zone, and things are much better!  Now that I have mastered steering clear of drama, I'm working on the "life is too short to be anything but happy" part.

You all know I have a crappy disease.  The last few months have been particularly difficult.  Nothing serious, just a pothole on my life path.  I'm sure there will be many more to come.  This last time though, was an eye opener.  An important person in my life gave me what we like to call a "reality check" and reality was that I was not participating in life.  I had put up walls around me that I didn't even realize we there.  I had stopped communicating.  Stopped being excited about seeing friends or family.  I thought about what this person said and it really made sense.  I was living a life with no joy, and it was all my own doing.  So, I gave myself an attitude adjustment.  I am so grateful that this person loved me enough to call me out on my crap.

My whole life, I was the person who made people laugh.  I was confident, kind, caring, compassionate.  I was many GREAT things.  My problem was I was so weighed down with all my new baggage that Dawn disappeared and I did nothing to stop it.  Then I beat that Dawn up with all my might.  I called her all sorts of mean things and made her feel bad every chance I could.  Well, I'm done doing that.  I made a simple decision that I would find JOY every single day.  It doesn't have to be something big, it can be anything.  Today my JOY came in helping Sarah with some big decisions she is facing and more JOY enJOYing one of the delicious banana muffins Hannah made for me. 

Part of my process was silly, but it was cathartic.  I wrote a break up letter to masto.  I laid down the law and took back my control.  No more will masto be dictating how I live life.  I choose JOY, I choose happiness, I choose to be an active participant in this life.  It feels like I lost 100#'s!  JOY feels great.  Accepting change is much easier than fighting it.  I know I have a long road (hopefully) ahead of me and that no matter how hard I try, masto will always be there, but now I have masto, it doesn't have me!  And the good news is Dawn is back.  I'm sassy, funny, and ready to live.

My wish for you is that your baggage isn't too much to carry.  If it is, I suggest getting rid of some of it and seeing if you notice a difference.  You are the only one who can decide how much you can carry.  That's the great part about life- every single day we get a do-over.  So, recheck what you've packed in your baggage and get rid of what you don't need.  Life is too short to be anything but happy.  As Zig Ziglar (I have no idea who that is) said: "Will you look back on life and say I wish I had or I'm glad I did?

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Sing, Sing a Song!

Remember, back at the beginning of the year, the dooms day people predicted today would be the end of the world. I am very happy to announce that they were wrong! I am so glad I didn't put off Christmas shopping. For a while, I thought we should wait till the 22nd, just in case it was the end, but then I remembered- you can't take it with you! So, in typical Pongon style, there are way too many presents under the tree. We can pay bills next month.

Those of you who know me should recall that I am not a big fan of Christmas. Let me clarify: I am not a fan of the commercial aspects, the present orgy, the hustle and bustle. Don't like it. Never have, never will. I do believe in the reason for the season, the birth of our Savior, Jesus. We always try to start the 2-day marathon of Christmas by attending Mass on Christmas Eve. For me, it's the most important part. For so many years, especially when the girls were little, getting to church often got scratched off the list as we tried to manage all the family obligations. As our extended family has grown, other family members needed to make changes to the usual traditions. That change made it possible for just me, Marc and the girls to have Christmas Eve all to ourselves. It was a good change. I promise that this year I am going to dig down deep inside and pull out some joy and really have a great Christmas. Fingers crossed that my evil mast cells don't make an appearance!

Ok- getting back to the world NOT ending. So, now what? Last March I blogged about it, and there was some good stuff there about how to enjoy the gift of life. Scroll through my blog archive and read it again. I hope you can find a few things from my suggestion list to incorporate into your life

My plan is to keep it simple. Three words: live, love, laugh. Easy. Oh, I want to add sing. Live, love, laugh and sing. Even if you suck at singing, you will feel better if you crank up the radio and sing along! WARNING: your children may laugh at and mock you. Especially if you have the free "Glee" app on your iPad, and when you leave the house, those sneaky devils listen to the songs you sang and totally ROCKED! Ignore them. For me, singing is when I feel closest to God. Obviously I'm not singing Duran Duran's "Hungry Like the Wolf" to feel that bond. I'm not too proud to admit that I pull out my old Amy Grant cd's and sing as loud as I can. I also have several more traditional songs on my iPod and love to sing 'em! Remember that song from, er, maybe the 70's that went sorta like: "Sing, sing a song. Sing out loud, sing out strong"? My big sister will know it.

I come from a musical family. My sister Lori, my brother Tim and I all sang in the extremely elite (think Glee) jazz choir in high school. My other brother, Rick, played the trumpet. We all performed in the school musicals. Not to brag, but there is an Ado Annie, Maria Von Trapp, Annie Oakley and that mean guy from Oliver deep inside all of my siblings. I took years of piano lessons, but it didn't stick. The only song I can play is "Joy to the World". I guess if you can only play one song, that's a pretty good one. One of the things I love most about my family, is that WITHOUT fail, if you start singing a song, the singers will all join in. Sounds dorky, but I LOVE it, and it makes me LAUGH. (See- that live, love, laugh, sing philosophy works!)

Wait a minute! Ignore everything you have just read. Hannah just took great joy in letting me know that it's 2012 when the world will end. Crap! Oh well, I'm still gonna sing, sing out loud and sing out strong! Try it, you'll like it.

Thursday, October 20, 2011

I'm still alive and kicking!

I know it's been a while since I have updated my blog. Mostly because I find it difficult to believe any sane person would be even remotely interested in my life and partly because there isn't too much to report.

I am very happy that I manage to avoid the ER and feel that I have good control of my disease and symptoms. I have been struggling with headaches very frequently, but I am hopeful some medication changes will be helpful in giving then a little smack down!

Things have been GREAT. Hannah and Sarah continue to amaze me. They are driving now. Their car was clean for the first week or two, but now looks pretty much like their bedrooms. I will leave that image for your imagination. It's not good. What IS good is how well they are doing academically and athletically. My best days are when I get to see them play soccer. Hannah is an amazing defender and Sarah,as goalie, has already had EIGHT shut outs. I am so nervous for her every game- so much pressure is on her. Both girls are covered with bruises, and Sarah has some nasty turf burns.

I have perfected the art of being a couch potatoe. Like all areas of my life, I strive for excellence. Sleeping in, long hot showers and my remote. I dare any of you to turn your TV on right now and tell me you can't find an episode of COPS or any of the Law and Order shows. I even discovered Law and Order:UK, but they killed off Jamie Bamber, and he was the best part of the show. Much of the dialogue is difficult as they aren't speaking English (ha ha) so just looking at Jamie was great entertainment.

The most exciting thing to happen in our house was two weeks ago when Sarah shook her blue puff paint and it exploded. Did you know that puff paint is designed to soak deeply into material and dry quickly? We still haven't figured out, or even really attempted too hard, to clean it. Maybe when soccer ends in a few weeks we'll figure it out. Funny thing about being chronically "sick"- things like exploding puff paint just doesn't seem that important. I will never forget the look on Sarah's little face when she came upstairs to wake me and Marc. Poor kid.

Marc was able to coach soccer with our niece Kathleen at a rival high school. They have worked really hard to develop the program. Marc has to miss his own daughters games with the exception of the two games that Hannah and Sarah play his team. We call it the Civil War game. This year, same as the last two, the Pongon girls came away with the victory. Poor Marc takes a verbal beating, but I think he loves coaching his "other" girls so much that he is ok with losing and missing games. I don't know if he will feel the same next year, their senior year, but let's not think about that right now!

I know this sounds like a really long FB status update and not much bloggy, but it's all I got!