Here is a blurry photo of Coadster making a face taken by Stinky.
I'm always hesitant to sing the praises of my girls too loudly on this here blog, for fear that tomorrow one of them will hold up a liquor store with a shotgun, or I'll find they're growing weed in the back of our walk-in closet, or they'll start getting creepy plastic surgery and decide they want to get pregnant with 8 babies at the same time. But what the hell. I'm always living on the edge anyway...And falling off and climbing back up, only to fall off again. At least I know my way around it.
Coadster and her friend on the way to a football game on Friday.
When my girls were first born, I had such high hopes for their lives. I was going to do everything in my power to make their childhoods so much better than mine. I would learn from my parents and my aunt and uncle's mistakes in hopes that they wouldn't have to go through half the shit that I did growing up. Of course, I couldn't have imagined the accident, the illness, the divorce, the tornado and them living in two different houses where the rules weren't the same. I also couldn't have imagined how well they would adjust to it all.
It's not at all that we haven't had our run-ins or disagreements, but they both have turned out surprisingly well-adjusted. They're in sports, they don't skip classes, they both do community service, they are respectful, and neither one of them has even once asked for plastic surgery or the chance to have 8 babies at once. I know. Shhhh! All of that could change tomorrow.
Coadster and her friend made their assigned freshmen wear these t-shirts they made for freshmen wake up day for cross country.
One of my Churlita'isms that I beat my daughters over the head with way too often is, "You can't help what happens to you in your life, but you can help how you deal with it and what you learn from it." I'm happy to say that so far, my girls seem to have dealt well with everything that has been thrown at them. Of course, if you see their mug shots in the paper at any point, feel free to snicker at me behind my back. I was just asking for it by writing this.