Jonathan is continuing his three day meltdown. I don't want to blog yesterday twice, but after we hauled all the cardboard to the recycling center, swept the garage and went out to the back garden, he was still oppositional and trying to defy 90% of what I told him.

We both got distracted by yet another very large black snake that slithered out of the pen where I'd put the grouchiest rooster, in to the chicken yard where the hens were unafraid and Buddy the goose was more than curious. I'm so not Brave SnakeWoman Mama, I hollered for Sonny who, fortunately was off work and he tended to it in front of an audience of fascinated Bubbas.

Soccer playoffs continue, three teams are finished for the season, but we go back again tonight for Allen, CW, Paloma, Tony and Chuy's team. They are awesome. I'd pumped them up verbally again, CW even made a corner kick goal, he made two goals, and Paloma made one from mid field. Best game I'd ever watched and I've cheered on a million or so.

We didn't get home until 10 after four games and they were hungry and chowing down on everything. Heck I was so excited over the impending games that I'd fixed supper by 2:30 in the afternoon, we were finished by 4 and raring to go. I got so hungry on the field that I even ate crumbled up Nutter Butter cookies that Tony had squirreled away from his game snack, yuck, I never eat crud like that.

Saray and her kids stayed until all games were completed late last night. We'd run into a bunch of folks she knew, she lives south of Atlanta, and she's also one of my kids who pulled this number years ago. OK, sugar, make a statement, but now she's yearning for the life she left here out in the country with family and fiends.

She's pictured here with a friend, Jessie, who could be described as the wife of the youth pastor who helped pray Big Joe through this tumultuous teen years, or the baby sister of one of Sarah's friends, or the daughter of the funniest man I know, or Isabella's mama or the daughter-in-law of the couple who gave her her second longest-running job, or many more descriptions that detail life in a small town where everyone knows everyone and their families.