Game Set Match

I wish there was live action video of the game that will go down in Murley family history.

Today at approximately 11:35 am Jordan officially beat his dad in a game of tennis.

I heard it was a nail-bitter.  

Craig was a tennis star as a teenager and taught down at the local courts 

when we were going through university.  He loves this sport like no other.

He has never however prescribed to the philosophy of letting his kids win 

because they were short and adorable.  He has repeatedly taken them out to play his 

beloved sport and yes, beat them.  

Jordan has never let this discourage him.  He continued to get slaughtered by his dad, however each and every time he would inch closer and closer to narrowing the gap between their scores.  

And now the king of the court has been humbly subjugated and had to turn over his precious title to his oldest and tallest son. What a memorable day!

A Little Lesson

“The difference between a successful person and others is not a lack of strength, 

not a lack of knowledge, but rather a lack in will.” 

                                          Vince Lombardi

Time

As summer comes to an end and September is upon us, I am happy to see that my potted flowers are still going strong.  Yes, for another year in a row, the winner of keeping our flowers looking like we have a gardener. . . 

M I R A C L E   G R O W 

Thank you miracle grow for turning my $19.99 Superstore hanging basket into a $45 Mandible Gardens looking one.

A Little Lesson

Wouldn't that be extraordinary if there was something we could give our kids that would help them to bloom and flourish and grow into all they were meant to become?  A simple solution that would help them to thrive, succeed and prosper in their season of youth.  Oh wait.

There is.

And it even costs a lot less then a bucket of miracle grow.



Our time. . .

Rolling Along

Whenever there is a creative project on my agenda I always manage to drop blogging off on the side of the road and drive off into the sunset.  When I return, it always pains me to know that months passed without even a single syllable posted on the shenanigans I call my life.  All those memories lying there like roadkill. If I could remember anything these days then this would not be an issue.  But my brain seems to be riddled with gaping wholes that lets everything slip out.  Literally.  Today I forgot to take Benjamin to soccer.  Grrrrrrrrrrrrr.

For the record, I was composing and creating the opening and closing ceremonies for a large YW camp for the entire province which ferried 500 girls and 140 leaders to the beautiful Vancouver Island for what was a Girl's Camp of a lifetime!  It was quite a historical event for these parts.  Not quite as epic as the Youth Temple Event back in 2010, but close.

After a short theatre event with myself and two of my buddies dressed as biblical townspeople from different dispensations commentating on technology and social media and all of its quirks and glory . . . attention was turned to a screen draped high amongst the 500 year old trees that blanket our beautiful island forests where we were dwelling for the week, to show the YW a special presentation of them in action -  secretly sent to us by their leaders from every city in the province.   (pheeew! that was a really long sentence)

Opening Ceremonies Video
Camp Theme:  It's Time . . . to Come Unto Christ

We shared the stage with the one and only Sister Elaine Dalton for our closing ceremonies.  She used to be the General Young Women's president.  She was simply awesome.  This is the culminating video I had to put together in warp speed on that final day so that it was ready for the final night of camp.

Closing Ceremonies Video

 A Little Lesson

When I blog each day I take more photos of the people I love.  I take more time to stop smell the roses.  I reflect more on the big picture.  I capture the moments that will make me smile when I am in my golden years.  Somehow I have to figure out how to keep the car rolling when I'm tempted to slow down and chuck blogging out the window.