Army of Mom

So this is how liberty dies ... with thunderous applause.

10.31.2005

Trick or Treat!

My kids had such a good time tonight. Stinkerbelle is getting big enough to be a lot of fun. I'm sure I'll have some more really nice pics to post tomorrow once Uzz sends me his shots. He has a nicer camera and a better eye. He should since he's a professional, I suppose. But, here are my humble efforts.

Here are the kids before we headed out. It was a pleasant 55 degrees or so, which was nice had it not been for the north winds.

Hot Rod was digging getting M&M peanuts to match his little M&M guy. Notice, he is still wearing Viking gear under the costume. He wanted to be a Viking M&M, he said.

We all took turns walking with Stinkerbelle.

A man and his M&M.

She was mesmerized by Pooh and Tigger lawn ornaments.

Pickle actually carried his phaser the whole time he trick or treated. Cracked me up. The kids were pretty good about letting us go through the candy before they ate it. We don't let them eat Tootsie Rolls, Starburst, etc. because the dentist ruled those off limits to keep their teeth in good shape (or keep them from getting worse). Here is Stinkerbelle and dad going through and sorting candy.

I hope they sleep well. We allow them to pick two candies to eat after we get home and they're really good about it. Good kids, I have.

Bad guys beware

Went to try out my new 38 special Saturday at the shooting range. It is a little different shooting revolver than it is Army of Dad's 40-cal. I prefer shooting his gun and I'm getter at shooting his gun. But, nonetheless, bad guys should beware: one shot, center of mass.

Of course, here is me with my new gun.

And, of course, Army of Dad with his.

Hardly anyone on the pistol range with us. Everyone was down setting the sights on the rifle range for deer season, which always opens around my birthday. They had a waiting list down there.

Ahh, the smell of gun powder.

We are the champions

My boys competed and won their sparring matches in the karate tournament Saturday, earning them each a first place trophy. They were very proud of themselves.

Pickle sparred first and won his match handily 3-1. We honestly didn't think the kid scored the one point, looked to us like Pickle got him first, but apparently it didn't matter because he won easily. He cracked me up getting all amped up and ready to spar. He started bouncing and hitting his face shield with his gloves. The other kid was looking at him sort of funny and maybe it intimidated that kid a bit. Army of Dad said he did similar things before football games in high school to get pumped up.

Right after I snapped this shot, I heard the pop of my kid making contact and scoring another point.

Hot Rod was in the largest group of kids: boys with yellow belts, so he had to wait a while, but he did great when he got his shot. He, too, did the hitting his face shield with his gloves thing. Don't know where they got that. AoD said he didn't teach it to them. Hot Rod won, too, handily with a score of 3 to 0. He was having to chase the kid down to pop him. He actually ran out of the frame for this first shot. You see one of the instructors who was scoring him here.

That little two on the judge's table was his score at this point. Below is their starting point, so you can see how far this kid was running from Hot Rod. The instructor, in black, was staying central to the ring.

You can see the judge's table behind Hot Rod and the instructor there in the middle. Gives a little insight into how aggressive Hot Rod was in the match.

Stinkebelle slept with granny and papa during the matches.

And the proud boys with their trophies.

They have their belt test next week.

Padawan Minnie Mouse

Of course, since my other padawans are practing with their light sabers, little Minnie Mouse had to get into the action, too. She was getting to wear her costume to pre-school this morning and insisted on taking the light saber. The only way to get a picture was for her Jedi training partner to get in the picture.

Happy Halloween

Pickle drew this little design for me yesterday. It is Sonic the Hedgehog dressed in a Star Trek uniform like Pickle's Halloween costume. Very clever and worth sharing.



And, for a little practice carving your pumpkin. Enjoy. I hope your Halloween is full of treats and no tricks.

Love is in the air

Getting on the computer this morning to start working and get this super-nice *note the sarcasm* email. I'm sincerely hoping someone jacked this gal's email and that someone with God in their email address wouldn't really send such a hateful email.

From: Debbie Crowley"
DomainKeys has confirmed that this message was sent by yahoo.com.
Subject: yo
To: armyofmomblogger@yahoo.com

i love your blog. i just have one question, how much do your ankles weigh? it looks like they might weigh close to thirty pounds a piece. go fatty go!

Wow. How is THAT for a great compliment? I think it is funny that this gal ragged on my ankles. Even when I weighed 110 pounds in high school I had thick ankles. I have my grandmother's ankles. It is totally genetic. I'm sure, however, that if I lost weight it would help. Not exactly how I envisioned starting off my Monday. I feel sort of sorry for this person. I would hate to be that mean-spirited and she must have really no life to feel gratified in sending ugly email to someone she doesn't even know for kicks. I responded to her email that I'd keep her in my prayers.

10.28.2005

Z marks the spot

He's been done before *unfortunately not by me* but I think you know what I mean.

The Legend of Zorro comes out today, so Antonio Banderas seemed like a good choice.

I stole the first one from LabKat *purring my thanks to you*

I love men with firearms.

Even more guns.

Enjoy ladies.

Stuff Portrait Spooky Friday

Ok, so mine isn't so spooky.

This week is SPOOOOOOO-KAY!
1. Your Spooky Decorations
2. Your Costumes
3. Your Spooky Neighborhood

My decorations are never spooky, but here they are:

I particularly like the aloe vera growing in her cauldron.

My pumpkins dressed up this year, too. We have the pirate, Woody the cowboy, a wizard and a KHS Bubba in the background (hat look famliar LaLa?). We'll probably carve them this weekend. I scored some Wallace and Grommit templates at the comic con that we'll probably use this year.

Costumes, you've seen. But, here they are again.

My mom as a witch is just classic. I think I may wear the costume for trick or treating. I can make a few slits here and there to play Elvira for Army of Dad later for his "trick or treat." Last year, Pickle was Yugioh and Hot Rod was Randy Moss. That still makes me laugh.

I had no pics of our spooky neighborhood. I suppose I could take pics of the little hoodlums down the street who wrote FUCK in chalk in my driveway or the unsupervised children who skateboard down people's driveways and into the street. Or the child molester that lives around the corner. THAT is spooky in my opinion.

Halloween will be fun this year.

Going where no man has gone before, ok, maybe not

Well, Sulu has come out of the closet. Not that surprising, I suppose.

Thanks to Uzz for the heads up.

*Still snickering at the 'going where no man has gone before' title.

10.27.2005

Daddy's girl and boy

I love taking pictures. I wish I was better at it and had better equipment. Army of Dad bought me a nice reliable digital camera a few years back and it has increased what I can do and improved the photos we had before. I love my camera for what it captures.

Love on film is wonderful. Here is one of those moments. Sister had to take her shirt off because brother took his off. She is his little shadow. I just hope she doesn't do everything he does.

I relinquish the crown

This female stormtrooper, complete with boobs and a belly button piercing, clearly deserves the title of Queen of the Dorks. I humbly submit my letter of resignation because she deserves it more than I.

*sigh*

10.26.2005

Amendments on the Texas ballot

ED NOTE: I changed up a bit of this ONLY slightly because I had a double post and deleted the one that was actually complete. This was just my notes when it posted, but it had comments on it. I didn't change any facts or anything that I said. Just added a few clarifications that were in the other post, but not this one. FYI.

Army of Dad and I like to research the amendments on the ballot before we vote and the House Research Organization has a list of the proposed amendments and pros and cons of both. The big one on this Nov. 8 election will be Proposition 2 regarding gay marriage.

The ballot proposal reads: "The constitutional amendment providing that marriage in this state consists only of the union of one man and one woman and prohibiting this state or a political subdivision of this state from creating or recognizing any legal status identical or similar to marriage."

Texans For Marriage is for Proposition 2. Save Texas Marriage is against Proposition 2 saying that the language is flawed, but many are pointing fingers that this isn't the real reason they want people to vote no. I can't find anything to back it up, but apparently some of the officers for the group were big Howard Dean, Planned Parenthood, etc. supporters. If this is the case, simply state why you think we should vote No and don't hide behind flawed language arguments. I think it is pretty clear what the intent of the amendment is. The Lesbian/Gay Rights Lobby of Texas is encouraging folks to vote no, obviously.

I need more sex

I'm sure that doesn't surprise any of my readers. I'm a bit of a hoochie for a soccer mom, but in a good way. While reading my November Parenting magazine, I found this tidbit of information:

Another reason sex is good for you ...
It can boost your brainpower. That's because prolactin, a hormone released by your pituitary gland during orgasm, promotes the growth of new brain cells, a recent study shows.

I could stand to gain some more brain cells. *no snarky comments, thank you very much*

Yawn

I have so much to get done and all I want to do is nap. Aside from having a sick kid waking me up multiple times in the night the past couple of nights, I stayed up late last night waiting for Army of Dad to come home from working late. Couple that with being attacked by this cold or virus or whatever it is that has attacked the family and I'm wiped out. I am about to doze off at the desk and writing a story about container gardening is really exciting and all ... but .... the story about the Austin office market has me equally acquiver. I need to write more exciting stuff.

Maybe I should start blogging smut. Hmm. Don't think that really fits my persona too well ... maybe I need an alter ego and a more suitable blog for it. I did earn the Queen of the Dorks title for a reason. Maybe I could combine sci-fi and smut. Hmm. I need a nap. I honestly dreamed last night that I was on the Serenity and was writing about interstellar commercial office space and the Alliance was after me for telling the truth and not painting a rosy picture. Was totally bizarre. Of course, some of that could be the allergy meds.

Little mama

Stinkerbelle wanted to play outside yesterday and wanted to take her baby. It was a little wet and I didn't want her baby to get all dirty, so I suggested she bundle her baby up for the cold weather. So, I got out her old "snowsuit" and we put it on the baby. It was very sweet as she was pushing her baby in the swing.


She was checking the baby above.

Almost looks like a real baby in that suit. Sort of creepy, but sweet.

10.25.2005

Princess Stinkerbelle

This child is going to be on on Cloud 9 in just a few weeks. My mom and I are taking her to see Disney on Ice Princess Classics.

She is going to be beside herself. She is so into the princesses. She especially likes Cinderella's dress.

She has been asking me for sometime if I would take her to see Nemo and Mickey Mouse again.

Grandkids, cousins and siblings, oh my!


The eldest and the youngest of the grandkids on my side of the family play in the bubbles at the museum Saturday. My brother and his three boys came into town for the weekend and stayed with my folks. Was a relatively nice visit, overall.

Here, Stinkerbelle tries to charm her uncle. One of her cousins is there in the white.

another of the cousins.

Discovery is so exciting. Uncle and Cousin.

Two little ones explore.

Hot Rod golfing at the grandparents.

Stinkerbelle loved the dog - named Jedi - even though my mom hated the dog and made him stay in the garage. It was really nice weather Saturday till it turned cold on Sunday.

All the grandkids with my parents. Below is my brother and his kids with our folks.

My kids were melting down and there was no way to get all of us into a picture. It had been a long day and they were up late and it was nasty.

My Serenity character

You scored as Simon Tam. The Doctor. You have a gift for healing that goes beyond education. You took an oath to do no harm, even when your patients have tried to kill you. You are out of place where you are, being used to refined society. However, if you take that stick out of your arse you should be fine.

The Operative

81%

Simon Tam

81%

Capt. Mal Reynolds

75%

Hoban 'Wash' Washburne

75%

Zoe Alleyne Washburne

69%

Jayne Cobb

69%

Kaylee Frye

56%

Shepherd Derrial Book

56%

River Tam

44%

Inara Serra

44%

Which Serenity character are you?
created with QuizFarm.com

Hat Tip to El Capitan for the quiz. I actually tied with The Operative *shuddering* but a tie-breaker made me Simon instead. Had I chosen that I'm very good at what I do, I'd be The Operative instead. Hmm. Very intersting. You people better watch out for me!!!

Inopportune times

What is it about kids that they only get sick in the middle of the night or on special occasions? Is it just my kids that do that?

Hot Rod started running fever Sunday and was hot and miserable yesterday, too. Well, about 1:30 a.m. he comes into my bedroom to tell me his stomach really hurts. I encourage him to lay down beside my bed or go back to his. Well, he wakes me up a few more times to let me know he has diarrhea and his stomach really hurts now. Finally, I encourage him to lay on the couch or in his bed. He chooses the couch. About an hour later and several trips to ask me if he can play games or watch TV, he tells me he threw up on the couch. So, up I go and pull off the slipcover (thank God for it at this time) and toss it and the offending blankets, pillow case, etc. into the washing machine. I set him up again and put on a DVD for him and gave him a hot water bottle for his tummy. I also put some towels and a trashcan nearby for the next one. As AoD is levaing for work this morning, he tells me the child puked one more time in the trashcan. Thank goodness I thought of that in my groggy state of mind. He seems much better this morning, just weak. Still a little feverish, though. May be another day of being at home. Talked to the pediatrician yesterday and he said this bug going around is three to five days of fever. Yippee.

Made me think of all the times my kids have puked in my old minivan. Here are the top three:

1. Pickle did it in November 2000 on the way to Disney's Magic Kingdom in Orlando. Not once, but twice. We cleaned it as best we could, but, that smell stewed around in the vehicle all day while we were in the park. We opened the back window panels, but eww. Still icky when we returned. Gross.
2. Christmas Day 2002, 2-month-old Stinkerbelle was really sick and we were driving to the children's hospital in Fort Worth when she puked twice in the car on the way. She didn't have RSV, but it was almost as bad the doctor said. We had her on all kind of drugs and albuterol breathing treatments. Scary because she was so little.
3. October 2004, on our way to meet my mom and go to Fright Fest at Six Flags. First off, Pickle pukes on the way. Pull over clean him and the puke up. (I keep towels in the car for a reason.) Then, we are almost there to meet my mom and Hot Rod pukes. We didn't have a change of clothes for him and it was all over him, soaking him to his underwear. So, he is stripped down to his shirt and undies and we're down two towels now. Pickle is feeling better and thinks eating might help. Nope, he puked on the way home from meeting my mom and saying, nope we're not going. So, we have three pukey towels, pants and socks and a 30-mile drive home. It was my last towel and fortunately no one else puked.

Ahh, these are the things no one tells you about about your baby showers when they're giving you cute little outfits and toys.

All good in Bedrock

Wilma came through, but all is pretty much ok along the Space Coast after Wilma came through. Talked to my mother-in-law this morning and she said her house did okay. They had sporadic power and the canal behind their house is at its highest, but aside from a guava plant getting blown over, that was it. A business down the street lost its roof and my MIL and BIL had to pick up styrofoam from the yard that came out of the business.

Here is her back yard during the hurricane.

Man, I love that green grass. My poor dry dead yard. Can't get over how high the water in the canal is. Glad all is well.

10.24.2005

My kind of place

Something sick about this ... but, I can't help it.

My father-in-law was hanging out in the Philippine Islands after working in Korea for the past few months and he sent me this picture. This is him in Manila at the highly recommended Hobbit House. Awesome menu, incredible selection of top shelf libations and very good live music 7 nights a week. Here he is, I'm assuming, with the staff of the place.


Ok, let me say I prefer my LOTR hobbits more ... but, looks like great fun. My father-in-law has a nose for finding weird places. But, he also tells some great stories. Maybe that is why AoD and I like to seek out the holes in the walls.

Pretty babies

I'm so glad that I'm done having babies, but some of my friends have had some sweet little baby girls.

This sweet little gal was born in August. Her brother is one of Hot Rod's best friends.

The baby below was born a few weeks ago. Her mom is one of the prettiest gals I've ever met. Sweet baby girls. Big sister turns 2 next month.

Now, one more sweet baby girl is my niece born in April. This momma is AoD's sister and Stinkerbelle's godmother.

Firefly cursing

Maybe I can clean up my potty mouth with some Firefly curses ... I love it. Serenity and Firefly has their own version of cursing.

So far, I have picked up "gorrammit" and "ruddin" ... I imagine what they're derivitives of.

It's ruddin cool.

10.21.2005

Knocking some sense into him

Wasn't there some song that went like "Whomp, upside the head, whomp upside the head?" Seems like I recall that. Maybe it was a football cheer, I cant' remember. I just know it came to mind after seeing this:


Apparently, Hot Rod was playing at recess right before school ended, ran and landed on his face on the grond. I had to pull some dirt out of the corner of his eye. Seems to be ok, just has a big scrape on the side of his face. Nurse gave him this ice pack, but holding it in place was preventing him from playing video games, so I devised the revolutary war-style bandage to hold the ice pack on. I just fixed it so the ice will stay on the wound better and he looks even goofier now. Poor kid.

I asked him what happened. His response "I don't remember."
The nurse's note reads:
Hot Rod fell down and bumped the right side of his head on the ground.

Friday's "ubersexuals"

A little variation on my Friday hunks. We're going to talk about something in the news in the past week or so and then compare my choices versus the mainstream's choices for hot dudes.

According to JWT, (the largest advertising agency in America) ubersexuals are men who embrace the positive aspects of their masculinity such as confidence, leadership, passion and compassion, without giving in to the stereotypes that give guys a bad name, including disrespect toward women, emotional emptiness, complete ignorance of anything cultural outside of sports, beer, burgers, and athletic shoes.

Metrosexual or Ubersexual? How to Spot the Difference
* Both are passionate, but the uber is passionate about causes and principles, while the metro is mostly passionate about himself
* The uber spends more time grooming his mind than his hair
* Both treat and respect women as equals, but the uber considers other men, not women, his best friends
* The uber is more sensual and not at all self-conscious; he doesn't need other people to tell him he's sexy -- nor does he plan his errands around which shop windows offer the best reflection
* The metro gets design tips from the Fab Five; the uber gets them from his travels and interest in art and culture
* The uber knows the difference between right and wrong and will make the right decision regardless of what others around him may think; the metro knows the difference between toner and exfoliant -- and worries that he's using yesterday's brand.

Here is JWT's picks.
10. Jon Stewart: He is outspoken without regard to what other people think (as evidenced by his skewering his hosts during this year's Advertising Week). He is supportive of women and pokes fun at himself in a self-deprecating way. You've got to be kidding.
9. Guy Ritchie: His masculinity is unquestioned even though he's married to one of the world's top music icons, Madonna. (In fact, gravitating toward strong women tends to be an uber trait.) I didn't even know who he was.
8. Pierce Brosnan: His James Bond strength was never compromised when we watched him publicly mourn his first wife (and raise her children). He has Remington Steele's classic elegance and savoir faire. I can see this one.
7. Ewan McGregor: A handsome, fashionable family man, McGregor is versatile enough to go from riding his Harley Davidson around the world to walking the red carpet. He is comfortable in his own sexuality. Maybe this one, too.
6. Sen. Barack Obama, D-Ill.: At the DNC, he managed to marry sentimental love of family with a new face of patriotism. And he looks sharp in a suit. Too liberal.
5. Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger, R-Calif.: He journeyed from body builder to mega movie star to politician, all the while keeping his shoes buffed and hair in place. He has succeeded in every challenge he's faced, and he has a Kennedy for a wife. I wouldn't pick him.
4. Donald Trump: Love him or hate him, Trump is a man who is certain about what he wants and sets out to get it, no holds barred. Women find his power almost as much of a turn-on as his money. No way, no how.
3. Bill Clinton: A born charmer with Southern roots who is not afraid to cry. He is a supremely confident, decisive leader. And he has supremely sexy hands. So, eww. I know what he does with cigars in those hands.
2. George Clooney: He appreciates the finer things in life (including his villa on the shores of Lake Como), and he is strongly bonded with and loyal to a cadre of male friends. His timeless image has allowed him to rise from B-sitcoms to box-office hits, some of which he's directed and/or produced. I can see this one, too.
1. U2's Bono (aka Paul Hewson): He's global, socially aware, confident, and compassionate, and he commands a huge base of followers who are fans of his music – and his humanitarianism. Maybe.

Rush Limbaugh thinks he is an ubersexual and according to the definition, he might be. Wouldn't be on my list. But, who would?

My picks:
10. Tie - Tom Hanks and Patrick Stewart - Hanks has that great boyish quality and seems to be so genuine without being a pussy. Stewart has that great accent, sophistication and looks great in a tank top, especially for an older guy.


9. Jonathan Frakes - he loves his wife, he's gorgeous, confident, very funny and has many talents.

8.Denzel Washington - tall, dark and handsome. We also know he's generous with his funds in supporting the troops.

7.Sean Connery - he was 007 and is just plain smooth. Best looking old dude that I'd still do. The accent helps.

6. Harrison Ford - Indy Jones, Han Solo ... need I say more? Plus, he is the celebrity spokesman for the Young Eagles program.

5. Tommy Lee Jones - Rugged Texas man.

4. JC Watts - A man's man. Collegiate football standout. Outstanding spokesmen for conservatives, damn nice and easy on the eyes.

3. Mel Gibson - passionate about his faith, family man and really really hot.

2. Tom Selleck - another man's man. He looks good in a tuxedo or bare chested or as a cowboy. He even looked good when he was portraying Eisenhower. Plus, he pissed off Rosie O'Donnell and he likes guns.

1. The most ubersexual of all men - the one I'd give up anything to be with - Army of Dad. He's manly, good looking, responsible and he looks damn good in a pair of Oakleys.

SPF Friday

Playing along with Random and Odd's Stuff Portrait Friday and this week's assignment is:

A tacky vacation picture
Something my kids made
and
My hairbrushes

Here we go. I have two vacation pictures that crack me up. One is at SeaWorld San Antonio this summer and the other is from NASA in Houston back in 2004. We're such tourists.



I have others, but these were handy.
Now for the pic of things my kids made me. These are all Halloween decorations the kids made over the years and then the little bendy guy Pickle made at daycamp a couple of years ago.

Finally, the gross one - my hairbrushes. I have had the brown one since college. I had to cover up my name, which was written in paint marker so the girls in the dorm wouldn't steal it. The other was a Christmas gift from my mother-in-law. She gives me the strangest things, but it was one of my best gifts, actually. Please don't look at the sink where my children never rinse after brushing their teeth.

Go play and have fun.

10.20.2005

Number 3 ready to go

My eldest is the least "into" soccer of the three kids, I think. He does it because we pretty much make him play to keep him physically active, but the two little ones LOVE it. Hot Rod has been practicing with his brother's team, in addition to his own team.

Now, little sister found the shin guards and soccer shoes this morning. Was hard to hold it together when she tromped in and announced she was ready to play soccer.

She got the shin guards on backwards, but I was pretty impressed she got them on. Little big, mind you, but she was ready to go.

Working class dog

I'm hooked on Rick Springfield stuff, now. Was in the car yesterday and heard "I've done everything for you" and had to call and sing on my friend's voicemail since she's the one who told me about his return to GH in December. :)

But, the working class dog title actually is the result of the way I feel right now. I am working harder now that I'm working at home than I ever did at the airport. Not only do I have to do all my work, but I have to take care of a preschooler and a house, too. At least I dont' have the commute, but I also don't have uninterrupted work time either. Toss in that I have a dental procedure today at 3 and then my annual female exam tomorrow morning and I have even less time to work. I've put off both appointments a few times, so I really need to get them done. I hate being so bogged down with work, but I guess having the work is good. So, I am trying not to complain. Just killing me. I really thought I'd have all kinds of time to goof off. No such luck.

More random thoughts:
Good news about breast cancer advances.
Army of Dad wants this shirt.
Go Astros!!!! World Series!!!!

10.18.2005

Random observations of children

Are they taught in the womb how to tiptoe and sneak up on mom to scare the snot out of her? All three of my children are the stealthiest creatures on the planet.

And, I think God made their little heads to be like rubber. Stinkerbelle fell off a barstool today, which left a nasty bruise on her cheekbone, a little bit of redness inside her eye and nothing else. You'd never know anything happened to her once I gave her a "cold football" to hold. We have some of those re-usable football icecubes and they now serve to replace the frozen ice-cube that goes in the Boo Boo Bunny. Often, they don't require the services of Boo Boo Bunny anymore. You get an owie in our family, you get a cold football to make it better.

Hot Rod came running out of the bathroom earlier and announced "I had diarrhea at school one day!" as he is running past and into the other room. Not exactly sure why he felt compelled to share that piece of trivia, but he did. You never know what that child is going to say. You really don't. He has been playing soccer with the 10- 11- and 12-year-olds on his big brother's team. He's only 6. A bit of an overachiever, he cries if he doesn't beat all of them in skills matches. He does beat some of them legitimately.

Pickle still insists he wants a padawan light saber, but at $65 a pop, I don't think he'll get one anytime soon.

and note to self, never let baby take a nap at 3 p.m. She is still awake at 10 p.m.

Dork power unite

Lots of fans posted pics of the sci-fi expo and comic con and I thought I'd post their links, too. There are probably more and sorry if I missed yours, add it to the comments.

This guy had all the traditional pics. The tricked out truck was from the Jedi OKC club. Great pic of Adam Baldwin doing his Q&A. He has more pics here. Lots and lots of pics here.

The boogeyman in the closet is real

Next time the kid won't turn off the lights and go to bed ... I know who to call.

Flashback

I spent many a night looking lustfully at Rick Springfield as a young girl. Posters of him filled my room. Fold-outs and posters from Tiger Beat magazine were all over my bulletin board. I watched General Hospital for him, John Stamos and Jack Wagner. My, oh my. Those were the days. Ironically, I saw Genie Francis with her handsome husband, Jonathan Frakes Saturday at the comic con. She was signing autographs, too. Anyway.

Rick Springfield awakened longings in my junior high days that only got worse as I got older. I saw him in concert and I drooled and wore bandannas tied around my wrist and my ankle to be cool like him, too.

Now, Noah Drake returns to General Hospital. I may have to watch again while he's on. Just for giggles.

10.17.2005

Talk nerdy to me (part 3) or Dork Powers Unite

The alternate title was good for me because LabKat came with me to be mega-dorks. But, you know it is bad when the thirty-somethings feel cool! We had such a good time. We got there about 12:30 and didn't leave till 4:30 or so.

Below, you will see LabKat and Kenny Baker, who played R2D2 in the "real" Star Wars movies. I'm a purist on that. I know, I know. Much of the allure of those movies probably is the result of seeing them with the eyes of a 9-year-old. I was so enthralled with Luke and Leia and that Han Solo guy ... all of it was so awesome. It is neat to meet the people behind these wondrous movies. Kenny Baker and Peter Mayhew both talked about their experiences on the sets of the trilogy and they were some hilarious stories. Baker likes to deviate from the topic, but it was pretty amusing.

Carrie Fisher was very nice and gracious. My pics of her did not turn out because it was so dark where they had her. LabKat may have one posted soon. Ms. Fisher did not pose for pics with her fans, but I can see why. We were in line for 30 minutes or so just to get the autograph because she was nice and would chat with folks a bit or at least that was our experience. I heard others who did not have it so good. Of course, Jonathan Frakes was wonderful to me and I read on a forum that he wasn't so nice to someone else. Maybe it was because I was sporting cleavage and smelled good. *side note, there were some stinky dudes there * shuddering* He smiled at me Sunday when he saw me. Just that nice smile of recognition, but it was very endearing and gave me the warm fuzzies. I didn't think I could like him anymore than I already did. On my autograph, he wrote To AOM, Go boldly! Fairly appropriate for me, don't you think? I think he captured my spirit!

LabKat wanted to take the R2 unit home with her. But, alas, the baby wookiee below was guarding it.

We saw a full-grown Wookiee. He even stuck out his tongue for our picture.
This dude below is the man behind The Crow. Not my speed, but Kat was enthralled.
The ultimate geek ride. This was so cool. The truck is tricked out with Star Wars goodies. It had a R2 unit in the back and instead of a gun rack (this is Texas and Oklahoma we're talking about) he had a light saber rack. It was hilarious. These folks were amused, too.

And the coup de gras of the whole weekend: Adam Baldwin of Firefly and Serenity. I had LabKat convinced that I was going to kidnap him. I said "next, we're going to get Adam Baldwin" and I think she took me seriously. I simply meant we're going to get his autograph, but once she put the idea in my head I started concocting Boondock Saints-like ideas involving rope and Mushmouth stocking caps. Baldwin did crack me up when some dork asked him about the schematics of the Serenity firefly in the movie versus the ship in the series. LabKat and I just looked at each other and in our best dork voices did the dork thing: In episode 37, the chair was tilted at a 90 degree angle versus episode 38, when it was tilted 75 degrees, Can you explain the reasoning behind this? Adam did his best not to smack the dork down and he addressed the question by telling him the ship wasn't kept from the failed series three years ago and they built a new set. Helloooo, dork boy: here's your sign.

Here is Adam being gracious. He had fans get autographs first, then come back for pictures. I think he is explaining that here to someone. I thought about captioning this photo as he is begging me to take him home with me, but I didn't think anyone would buy it. He wouldn't have to beg and everyone knows it. :)

Are those shit-eating grins on our faces or what. This dude is a big guy.

I finally told Kat to back off - he's all mine for a shot! He smelled like cinnamon chewing gum. I will always have a fond place in my heart for cinnamon chewing gum.

While waiting in line, we dorked out with some other folks and found out that there is another Geekfest coming in a few weeks. Boy, my birthday is going to rock. First, I get Hall and Oates on Nov. 1 and then Wizard World
featuring Ron Perlman of Hellboy (for Kat) and Sean Astin of LOTR for me.

Talk nerdy to me (part 2)

Pickle got to meet many comic book artists while we were at the Comic Con and Sci Fi Expo Saturday. He made his own digest-sized comic book while we were there. It was great. He and some other amaeur cartoonists and a couple of the pros submitted a page for Drawing Conclusions book. I got a few copies to keep for when he is famous and I can say "Look how far you've come!"

Below is the lovely and talented Cynthia Cummens detailing to Pickle some ideas on looking at the shape of things and starting basic and then adding detail to his pictures. Must be nice to be beautiful and talented.

I love the look on his face in the one above.

Here she is drawing for him and showing him how to do sketch Yoda.

LabKat bought a nice Yoda print from Cat Skaggs and Pickle got her autograph.

Here is Pickle with Kris Kidd, creator and author of Big Epsilon comic book. He was very nice to Pickle and cute, too. A plus for mom. Dude said they'll be making a cartoon to come out next year. He was great in explaining stuff and the best part is that his comic book hero uses cheese whiz as a weapon. Hilarious.

This was a kitty up for adoption. She was dressed up like a bat.

This little gal was a jawa. I kept calling her an ewok until someone finally corrected me. Sorry, wrong geek kingdom for me.

Kevin Sorbo was there and walked right past us. Sort of cool.

My child geeked out with some other little kids and had a light saber duel.

I don't think anything could have topped the boy's day more than this purchase. For a measly $9 I was able to make his day. He got a new Tails doll. I have a feeling I will be buying many gifts from Anime-Remix for years to come. This same doll was no less than $30 on any ebay auction, so it was a great find for my little Sonic fan. I also managed to get a Inu Yasha poster for my friend's anime fan.

Mmm. Mmm. Spam

My favorite spam mail so far:

From: Clint Rucker
Subject: Be clean be pistachio twentieth

Body of the email:
Ad for Perfect HGH with list of ailments it can cure, even includes the claim that it was featured on NBC and Oprah ... then this in the text of the email:
forehead with a quaint little mockery of being industrious, that must have made the room look, from the river, like a miserableher any consciousness of Uriahs design. Her mild but earnest eyes persisted, all day long, in toiling under weights that she was
dear. If any unavoidable change has come, in the sequence of time,
of her. You were hot and cold, and red and white, all at once when responded; listened, day after day, to the guitar, though I am blue. There was a young lady with her - comparatively stricken in

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Does this really work? Would someone really buy this drug after getting this email? I mean, really. What kind of idiot gets this and thinks "Oh boy, Clint emailed me and boy, he is telling me about a wonder drug. Hmm *scratching head* can't remember any Clints that I know who email me. But, by doggedy, he has my best interest in mind. And, hell, these must be some good drugs because his email is nothing by nonsense. He must be flying high and feeling good. Where is that website? I'm going there right now to order my Perfect HGH. That there's some good shit.

*shaking my head*

Good Monday morning

Got all three kids off to school this morning. Yes, Stinkerbelle is back to preschool two days a week. She is so excited. She was bored with me at home while I was working. She is active, so playing outside was good for her, but she is very social and was missing her friends. So, it will be good for her and will allow me to get LOTS of work done uninterrupted, too.

Still can't post my pics. Hopefully Blogger will have that fixed soon. It has been sporadic, so I'll keep trying when I need a break for my brain from writing.

My good weekend has bubbled over into my Monday morning and I hope it stays with me. So much to do work wise and so many loads of laundry to fold, dishes to wash ... but it will get done eventually.

10.16.2005

Gettin' my dork on

Well, I did it again today: I dorked out to the max and had a ball. I had a dork comrade today with LabKat coming, too. Alas, I'd love to post pictures, but Blogger won't let me AGAIN. So, I'll upload them and have to post them later this week.

Today, we got to listen to Adam Baldwin as well as Peter Mayhew and Kenny Baker. Was fun to hear some of their stories about the old Star Wars movies. We stood in line for 40 minutes for a Carrie Fisher autograph for LabKat. Stood in line for my autograph and picture with Adam Baldwin, too.

We had a very good time. Giggled and geeked out. Got some Christmas gifts for Pickle. I got Kat a Yoda action figure and a signature on the box by Steve Sansweet, head of fan relations for LucasFilms. Pretty cool. I'll post pics as soon as Blogger will let me. I have a bunch, too, of Pickle with some artists and more fan pics, too.

Talk nerdy to me (part 1)

Ohmigosh, we had SOOOOO much fun Saturday. We got to the Sci Fi Expo about 1:30 and left about 5:30 p.m. We had such a good time. I picked up some Christmas gifts for a friend's anime-crazed kiddo and left with many treasured memories and assorted goodies from autographs from Peter Mayhew (Chewbacca) for Pickle and Jonathan Frakes (TNG's Will Riker) for me. We have so many good pics, it is hard to know where to start. So, we'll start at the beginning of the day.

We were greeted by the friendly klingon. I'm sure he is normally drinking blood wine and boasting of his battle victories, but on this occasion, he was greeting people to the expo and helping us find our way. Other than a few other engineering folks from TNG, he was the only Star Trek fan in character. It was definitely as Star Wars kind of day and while I like Star Wars, I'm not well versed in SW info.

Pickle was SOOO loving being dressed up. He said it was much more fun that not being dressed up last year.

We saw Darth Vader and Princess Leia.

I do remember "obi wan, you're our only hope." But, AoD noticed her finger on the trigger as I showed him the picture. *shrug* This is the REAL R2D2. The dude in the suit was signing yesterday, too. Here he is with his little woman. *bad pun intended*

Pickle with R2D2.

Pickle and the jedi knights.

Math teacher jedi.

Army of Mom and a jedi. Photo by Pickle.

The storm troopers were everywhere.

Star Fleet didn't save me from the Stormtrooper. I did find a senior officer.

And, of course my brush with greatness with Jonathan Frakes. He was the nicest guy. I was absolutely charmed.

He was as nice as I imagined. Pickle took a great picture, too.

Pickle got to meet Chewy. He even made him a picture congratulating him on becoming a citizen.

Episode II and III's Aunt Beru was next to Chewy. She was very pretty.

More to come in another post ...

10.15.2005

You just have to wait

Looks like Blogger is doing it to me again - no pic posting, so you just have to wait for dork-o-rama pics till later.

But, there will be some good ones. There were definitely more Star Wars celebs and fans at this SciFi Expo than last year's, which was focused more on Star Trek. I'm more of Star Trek nerd, so that was good for me. But, it was still good.

When we get to post pics, you'll see Chewbacca, TNG's Will Riker, R2D2 guy ... and of course all the fans dressed up like jedi knights, Leia, an ewok, etc. I have TONS of pics and when blogger playing nicely again, I'll post them.

Sunday: my target will be Adam Baldwin.

10.14.2005

Live long and prosper

I'm so excited. I'm turning into my dork self. Planning on watching some Firefly tonight with my honey and going to see all sorts of dorks tomorrow at the SciFi Expo and Comic Con.

Klingon Commander Salek won't be there, but he told me to look out for hot female Klingon Kbubbles. Should be fun. The Klingons provided security last year. It was great.

Peter Mayhew, who played Chewbacca, will get his American citizenship next week and Pickle drew him a picture to give him tomorrow.

He is very excited and so am I. He was stoked when I told him Jonathan Frakes directed Clockstoppers. We are going to have all kinds of fun. Then, I'm going back Sunday to see Adam Baldwin with LabKat.

Pumpkin Patch birthday

Wednesday, the preschool group from church made a trip to a local pumpkin patch, so we called some friends of ours and headed out for the fun. We could barely drag Stinkerbelle away. She loved the hayride and there was one of those big inflatable obstacle courses with a slide at the end. She would have stayed all day had I let her.

We did a hayride and she got to pick a little pumpkin and then we went to the big pumpkins. Here she is showing me her pumpkin.

She loves hayrides.

She also loves haybales.

My weird day

Do you ever pay attention to little things and wonder about them?

The picture of what is supposed to be an artist's rendering of a dime on the back of a Bisquick box looks like a silver Odo from DS9.

The last 10 numbers on my caller ID:

My ex-husband
My ex-husband
My ex-husband
Call intercept
My ex-husband
A soccer player
My ex-husband
A telemarketer who won't take "remove me from your calling list" seriously
My ex-husband
Call intercept

Bloating and cramping and a pre-schhooler do not make a good combination.

I get crap in my email like the following:
Bird Flu Economics 101‹Governments around the world, including our own, are preparing for a possible flu-related health crisis. But where are the preparations for a possible flu-related economic crisis?
To read this and other SWI commentaries: http://www.silverwoodinstitute.com
Or

many individuals in your area
singles community
wallwheels.com/extra/laura/
getmeoff
wallwheels dot com/extra/laura/getmeoff.php
epoowefzev fujka yxapihzc ulq rk nkqlnegkvpzyccbwcvxg lmtzzttt wjy mxdtgnlyk tcymxxagwsxy ynrcozy (that is verbatim - what the hell is that about?)

or

Oops, guess I deleted all the ones for viagra, penis enlargement or Rolex watches. Those are my personal favorite, because we all know that I've been jonesing for a Rolex. *shaking my head*

I want to crawl back in bed.

Stuff Portrait Friday

Well, I still don't know how to post via the FTP process. *sigh* So, I'm linking for my pictures this Friday.

The assignments are titled: That's how i see it
1. The best picture you have ever taken of something/someone
2. The best picture of yourself & why you think it is.
3. A favorite picture that someone else took/painted/doodled

The best picture I've taken of someone was Hot Rod on Memorial Day 2004 at Fort Hood. He looked great.

I don't have any good pictures of me. This is ok.

Some of the best pictures someone else took were obviously by my professional photographer ex husband, Uzz.
I like these:
Pickle profile
Hot Rod
Stinkerbelle and Pickle
a butterfly
a sunset


Go to Random and Odd for SPF.

Friday links to a hunk

It's not quite the same without pictures. But, here is the best I can do. I'm lovin me some NASCAR lately. So, in honor of that ... here is Kasey Kahne and the Kasey Kahne photo page.

10.13.2005

The glamorous life

I never pictured myself being glamorous, but I also never pictured msyelf like this:

Sitting at the computer wearing an oversized Lyle Lovett shirt (I don't think I've ever heard one of his songs), wearing AoD's shorts, and covered in Disney Princess stickers.

I didn't fathom myself changing babydoll diapers, fixing babydoll hair and trying to find a "little diaper" to put on the babydoll while I wait for sources to call me back for stories on business women, corporate real estate and alterntive fuels for farmers.

*sigh*

Only 16 years left to all children are out of the house and then I'll be sad that no one is covering me in Cinderella and Belle stickers. Probably, by then, I'll be changing my grandchildren's diapers. Gees, that is scary to think about.

Grrr

Blogger is still all fouled up where I can't post pics. That is almost worst that not being able to blog. I have cute pumpkin patch pictures, a great Pickle drawing and I will have my Friday hunk and Stuff Portrait Friday tomorrow, too.

It is almost too much to bear.

Although, that is easy pickins compared to what happened to us this morning. We were almost hit by a cement truck who just barreled through a red light. Stinkerbelle and I almost met our maker. Had everyone just gone when our lights turned green, this truck would have hit at least three cars, including mine. I couldn't make my left turn because the guy opposite me just sat there. I was wondering why he was just sitting there and then I couldn't believe my eyes. I really couldn't. I saw this cement truck in the middle of the intersection. I must have blinked a few times before it dawned on me that this guy just plowed through the stop light. And, it wasn't like the light just turned because a few cars had already gone in front of me. I was just shocked and so grateful that the driver opposite me had seen it coming - I did not! The driver of the cement truck was so shook up after he did that, he pulled over to the side of the road and was holding his head in his hands. I think he realized just how lucky he was that he didn't kill anyone. It was at that point that it hit me (ew, bad pun) how lucky we were that we weren't in a really bad crash. The tears started flowing at that point. I thanked God and our guardian angels for that.

10.12.2005

Happy Birthday Baby Girl

I can't believe my little girl is three today. Happy Birthday Baby Girl.

She's a sweetie.

Thanks to Uzz for the pictures.

Hump Day Woes

Woke up thinking it was Monday because of having the kids an extra two days at home. That Monday feeling only continued as the morning progressed. No one wanted to get up and both boys woke up late. Tried to sing Happy Birthday to Stinkerbelle this morning and she'd have none of that. Then, I went to get something out of the car and found where I had locked my keys in it. I don't have a spare set here at the house. Army of Dad has a set, but he was already at work 45 miles away.

Called Uzz to take the boys to school and fortunately he was at home. *many thanks dude* Called Kia roadside assistance and they are supposed to be here in the next 30 minutes or so to unlock my car. First thing after the pumpkin patch, we're going to Ace Hardware for two extra keys!

10.11.2005

Firefly rocks!!!!

I'm watching my Firefly DVDs.

Started the first two-part series tonight. It freaking rocks. Even got it for a rocking discount price.

Watch it. I highly recommend it.

Bag of Ninjas, part 2

Here is what three of the ninjas in the Bag of Ninjas looks like. Not like Gadfly's bag of ninjas looks like.

Just mom and me day

We didn't get to go to the apple orchard, but Hot Rod and I did get to go to the museum.

My kids didn't have school today because of teacher in-service day, so the museum was really empty.

Not the greatest look on his face, but a damn good bubble.

The museum had a robots display that was really cool and featured a robots cafe including a wall of fame of all the famous robots who came in. Really funny. Here we are with Larry having a cup of oil.

You can see the wall of photos on the left in the back. Below are some of my favorites.

That one was obvious.
These probably are, too.

Steve Majors is good, too.

This was really funny and informative, too.

Buddies of all kinds

The party Saturday night was as much for the rest of us as it was Stinkerbelle. Of course, I had many of my friends there, but since I'm the family photographer, I am not in many.

So, here is Hot Rod and his pal.

And, the ones of Pickle and his best friend are hilarious.

They get even goofier.

Oh noooo!!!!

And my personal favorite of Pickle acting like the Lt. Data action figure. You can barely see it on the left on top of the toy kitchen.

Minnie Mouse's birthday party

She kept saying that all day. This little girl had the greatest party on the planet and she was so ecstatic. It was wonderful and a joy to do it for her because she was so good and so happy. We had a costume party for the kids. That was fun. Here is Minnie with Curious George, who went to daycare with her.

It took me forever to try and get all the kids in one area for a shot with Witchy Woman Granny.
And maybe this should be reversed and I shoudl be the witch and mom the nutty candy. My costume has a toddler-sized chocolate handprint on the back shoulder. Wonder where that came from?

I love that one curl. Here she is opening presents. She was such a gracious child. She was genuinely excited at every gift she received and giddily opened presents and offered thank yous. I was very proud.

Some of the presents were as big as she is. Lots of baby dolls, Barbies and Disney Princesses.

She was loving the cake and kept trying to blow out the candles before I could get my camera ready. I had to put my hand up in front of her mouth to keep her from blowing them out before we started singing!

Here she is with LabKat, who was helping her with the gift from Gadfly

We had too many kids to count in attendance.

And the trampoline was a big hit.

The light saber duels were also a big hit. *pun intended* Find it amusing for the Lt. from TNG to be fighting the grim reaper with a light saber.

Granny and Papa left a little early because mom was getting tired.

We rounded out the evening with bubbles from the Buzz Lightyear bubble machine she got for her birthday.

Finally ran out the last of the stragglers about 11ish and put the kids to bed. Both boys had overnight guests, so it was a busy household. More pics of the boys to come.

Bug-eyed

While doing some work this morning, my children were playing in the backyard and "catching" (dead) bugs. Well, they were almost dead or almost alive, however you choose to say it. But, they were twitching and that was about it.

Hot Rod found a one-legged cricket that he named Junior. He found him a toy cake pan and gave Junior a leaf to cover up with. Not wanting to be left out, Stinkerbelle requested he find her a bug to care for, too. At frist he found her a dead (not even twitching) cricket. Then, he told me he found a "beetle" for her. Turned out to be a twitching roach. *shuddering*

Exterminator came last week, so that is probably why all the little buggies are dying. Blech. But, they were having great fun carrying around the bugs and taking care of them. Also allowed me to have time to work. I did, however, scrub the hell out of their little hands upon return to the house.

Here is Stinkerbelle checking out Junior, under his leaf blanket.

Showing me the poor creature.

With Stinkerbelle Junior and Junior. I couldn't bring myself to photograph the "beetle."

Discoveries

The museum trip Monday was fun, even if Stinkerbelle finally collapsed into a fit on the floor before the day was over. She was SOOO tired. She had all the fun she could stand.

For whatever reason, Stinkerbelle was enamored by the ants eating the dead bugs, carrots and apple slices.

To say she was loving it may be an understatement. Oh yeah, we painted our faces, too. Yippee.

Hot Rod wanted some football stuff on him. So, he did the black under his eyes and asked for a football. I am not a gifted face painter.

He liked it, so that's what mattered. We did bubbles, too.

We bought some groceries.

We drove home with Granny.

And, one of us *not naming names, but it wasn't me, Granny or Hot Rod* pitched a fit when it was time to leave.

She promptly crashed as soon as we were on the Interstate. Was a nice excursion, though. I love my museum pass. I need to get another one next year, too. Good investment for $250. If only we lived closer.

Bundle of joy

SeaWorld San Antonio welcomed a new baby killer whale Oct. 9. The female calf is 6 feet, 9 inches long and weighs 264 pounds.

Now, that is a big baby. Only two hours of labor though. Hmm. Not sure I'd take that tradeoff. But, she sure is cute!

.38 Special

Not talking about the band, but my new-to-me gun. Army of Dad went and bought it Saturday morning from the Gun Guy.

So, here is my new Smith and Wesson .38 special with the speed loader and holster. There is a case and other stuff, too, but I just got out those three things to shoot (image, not fire). I'm anxious to get out to the range and shoot it.

Back to the drawing board

One of my stories due today was shot down, so after having it about 80 percent done and planning on taking my kids to the apple orchard ... well, we're back to square one. So, I'm starting over. I'm frustrated and disappointed. I had really wanted to do something special with the two kids this morning and I was feeling especially good about getting my story done last night instead of this morning.

*sigh*

On the bright side, it looks like the picture issue is fixed on blogger.

10.10.2005

New evacuation plans

Looks like emergency management officials have been working to find a solution for the traffic tie-ups that occurred when Hurricane Rita was on its way to Houston.

Hurricane Evacuation Plan for Houston:
Federal Officials Just announced the Official 2005 Hurricane Evacuation Plan for Houston
1. Hispanics use I-10 West to San Antonio
2. Cajuns use I-10 East to Lafayette
3. Rednecks use 59 North to East Texas
4. Republicans fly Continental to Washington DC
5. Yankees and Democrats use 45 South to Galveston
6. Longhorns use 290 West to Austin
7. Aggies use the 610 Loop

Hat tip to my father-in-law!

Is it just me?

Or does the Sitemeter logo look like some kind of gay pride Borg ship? Just dawned on me as I'm checking out the schedule for the Dallas Comic Con and Sci-Fi Expo this weekend.

Yes, it is THIS weekend!!! I've saved my money and got babysitters for both days. I wasn't going to go on Saturday until I saw the schedule. And contrary to what my trolls would say, it isn't because of Kevin Sorbo. No, it is something I'm so stoked to take Pickle, my would-be comic book artist, to see:

MINI-COMICS WORKSHOP - Underground comics legend Dave Tosh brings back a tradition made famous at the Dallas Fantasy Fair. If you've ever wanted to learn how to make your own comic book, this workshop will show you all the essential basics.

I was so excited to get to take him to this and to do something just me and him. He gets the short end of the stick too many times being the oldest. He has to help me the most and he gets the least amount of mom and me time. I'm working on that this week with the boys. Poor Hot Rod gets short-changed, too.

Anyway. I have LOTS of pictures to post and lots of blog entries waiting ... Blogger's ability to upload photos is effed and has been ALL freaking day. So, because I'm technically retarded and can't figure out an FTP whatever it is, I'm having to wait on posting. I have oodles of adorable children pictures and can't post any of them. This sucks, but what do I expect for free? *sigh*

In between phone interviews and writing tomorrow, I'm taking the kids to an apple orchard and then I'm taking Stinkerbelle to a sitter and taking Hot Rod to the museum for some mom and me time. Wednesday is Stinkerbelle's birthday and we're going with the preschool class from church to the pumpkin patch for a hayride. Should be a fun way to celebrate her birthday.

Happy Columbus Day

To honor that great explorer, we're going to explore the world, too.

Taking my kiddos to Chick-fil-a to play and have late breakfast and then to the museum for some hands-on fun and discovery and some cool Imax movies.

Here comes Speed Racer

He's also known as Army of Dad.

*shaking my head*

This dude has a lead foot. Not that I have a lot of room to talk, but damn.

He got a speeding ticket on Sept. 29 for 79 in a 60.

This morning he gets popped for 71 in a 60. Thankfully, the trooper seemed to be sympathetic because AoD has a CHL. Trooper was asking him about his gun instead of writing him a ticket. He also told him to clean his license plate. We're really bad for having dirty cars.

*sigh*

Bag of ninjas

Somethings don't translate as funny to others, even though they were hysterical to those who witnessed it. We had Stinkerbelle's birthday party Saturday night (pics and post to come later). During the party, Hot Rod's bag of little ninja figures was a highly sought prize, so I picked it up and put it in the kitchen. After all the kids had left and only Hot Rod's overnight guest was left, I casually tossed the bag of ninjas into the front room. I'm in the kitchen talking to LabKat and Gadfly and we hear Hot Rod scream from the other room "AH! BAG OF NINJAS!!!!"

LabKat: Did he just say bag of ninjas?
AoM: Yeah, it's a bag of ninjas.
Gadfly: *laughing and just shaking his head*

So, now, when I need a smile, I'm simply going to say Bag of Ninjas.

10.09.2005

Another reason to love football

Skins versus shirts.

10.08.2005

My beautiful children

Uzz took some great shots of my children at karate last night. Go check 'em out.

OH NO!

Big Lots announced Thursday that it is planning to close 85 stores. I hope to God that they don't close our local store! I have been unable to really shop at Big Lots for 10 months and now they may close it. I may go through withdrawls if they do. The story I saw on a regional business journal said 26 stores in Houston and the rest mostly in the midwest. I'm really hoping our store isn't one of them.

We have soccer today and Stinkerbelle's birthday party tonight. I'm so unprepared.

UPDATE: Now reports are thta Big Lots is closing 126 stores!!!! still no list

10.07.2005

WWPD

Long before the WWJD (What would Jesus do?) catchphrase was plastered all over bracelets, T-shirts, etc. there was What Would Picard Do?

I swear to God.

I was watching Star Trek: TNG while eating lunch and Wesley got his first command and he was asking Will what he should do about making command decisions. Wesley asked Will what he would do and Will told him, "The better question is, What Would Picard Do?

So, now I have my newest favorite catch phrase. Beware folks. When you ask me a question, I may just tell you to think about it and then ponder WWPD?

NFL hunks

I am so unprepared this week. I usually try to my Friday hunks earlier in the week, but got a late start. Damn child's birthday party and working from home for the first week have totally thrown off my blogging.

But, as I was laying in bed last night trying to think of who to feature, I decided that football Friday will be an NFL hunk kind of day for me.

One of my favorites to look at is Tom Brady. He looks a bit like a beefed up Leo DiCaprio in this shot.

Gotta love the Columbia girl who I stole the butt shot from.

And, I also like David Carr.

Then, there are the Barber brothers. Here's Tiki.

And, here is Ronde. Suddenly, I understand a man's desire to be with twin sisters. *wink*

Now, see ladies, there are MANY reasons to watch football with your honeys on Sundays.

Stuff Portrait Friday

Ok, this was a trip down memory lane for the Stuff Portrait Friday on Random and Odd.

This week's assignment:
Your Yearbook (any year)
The person who made life hell for you
The person you still talk to

Ok, here are the yearbooks from my freshman and senior year of high school. Look familiar anyone?

The person who made life hell for you - no one made my life hell, but this person didn't make it fun. She had a way of acting like she thought she was better than everyone and she was constantly judging everyone. Worst part was that we were almost always involved in the same things. First picture is us as freshmen officers, the second is our senior year as co-basketball sweethearts.

Sorry about the crappy quality. Crappy yearbook photos and taking pictures of them doesn't help.

She seems cuter to me now (looking back) than when we were in school. I think it was her attitude that made her so ugly to me then. Eww, my bangs were way TOO short in that pic above.
Lots of people I still talk to. First off here is Chad (whom you see comment on here all the time). I was first runner-up to calendar girl and he was my manager.

Of course, my high school best friend, in her cheerleader days.

And, in June.

I have a lot of friends I keep up with. Many come to my blog. I value all of my friends. One even loaned me her car for two days while my old van was in the shop.

This was a good SPF.

10.06.2005

Get ready for SPF

Stuff Portrait Friday is tomorrow and I'm already lagging. Thanks to Random and Odd for the fun.

This week's assignment:
Your Yearbook (any year)
The person who made life hell for you
The person you still talk to

In lieu of a yearbook, she said we can do pictures of ourselves from 13 to 18. Those I have. I know there are some yearbooks in a box somewhere. Hmm.

In search of Jayne

Only 10 more days. Testosterone will be flying at the Dallas Comic Con and maybe I'll be Tarzan in search of Jayne and find my Serenity.

Mommy's little helper

Still preparing the house for Stinkerbelle's 3rd birthday party this Saturday night. We have made it a tradition to have a Halloween party for her and invite everyone and their dog to come, eat, drink and be Merry (oops, hobbit reference) I meant merry.

So, anyway. The exterminator is coming this morning, so I have been busting my butt to get the house clean before he comes. Don't want the fatherly lecture about how I have too much clutter and that gives spiders a place to live and then if he had seen the dining room floor yesterday about this time I'd really hear it about how bugs LOVE all the crumbs, etc. down there. *shuddering* It was nasty. My kids are pigs.

Ok, I digress again. Back to cleaning.

Someone decided to help mommy today. The children all get a turn at helping, but this one, not so much help sometimes.

Then, she had to mug for the camera while helping.

A good day

I had a feeling that today might be a good day when I flipped over my Lord of the Rings daily calendar and it is not one, not two, not three, but FOUR hobbits on there!!!

Life is good.

10.05.2005

Sexual orientation and close calls

My daughter's daycare experience has left the family scarred. We'll never be the same.

Not only did she discover Barney and fall in love with the giant purple dinosaur, but she has become a Fag Hag. She is in love with The Wiggles. There is no way in the world these guys can be straight. Is there? I mean, who does these gay-ass dances (no offense NDT or Chad, I'm sure you DON'T dance like these guys and you know I'm a fag hag, too) and sing the Yummy Yummy song.

Now, I'd be lying if I said I didn't think it was precious when she sings Yummy Yummy and I Love You, You Love Me because those are some of her sweetest, cutest, most precious moments in the world. Not like when she woke me up at 4:30 a.m. because she was scared. Then, five minutes later, she had to pee. I guess it could be worse (again) because at least she wasn't waking me up because she was poopy.

She scared the bejeezers out of me. I had her happily watching said Wiggles with a cup of milk and a waffle slathered in peanut butter while I went to mow the yard so we don't look completely white trashy for her party Saturday (it is supposed to rain tonight, so I figured I better do it while we can). I thought I had her path blocked if she got into the garage. I was watching vigilantly, or so I thought, while mowing. Then, I caught a little red flash out of the corner of my eye and there she was standing in the yard giggling hilariously! My heart jumped into my throat as I turned the mower off, thanked God she was ok and scrooped her up (all in a split second)! I held her tight and kept saying "No, no, no baby. It isn't safe for you to be out here!" In her almost 3-year-old logic, she looked at me with her big brown eyes and said "I'll put my shoes on." I had to smile a bit as I pulled her as close to me as she could be without melding into my chest. I took her back in and cajoled her with the opening of the blinds so she could watch me mow.

I'm not sure whose guardian angel was working harder, hers or mine!

You say its your birthday

I always loved that Beatles song.

Everybody bimble on over to LabKat's blog and tell her Happy Birthday. We celebrated Saturday night with a ho-down white trash Texas kind of birthday shindig complete with fire hazard cake (because of ALL the candles, not the spice/heat), silly string, booze, tortilla chips and queso (velveeta and rotel). In HeeHaw fashion SAL-UTE!

It really was a lot of fun. We had LabKat and her Mr. JS, me, JS's sis and North Dallas Thirty in attendance. A small, but loud fiesta ensued.

Many of the invited folks bailed because, well, they have lives. So, LabKat was a bit down in the dumps. So, JS and I blew up an entire bag of balloons and spread them around the house. I brought a Tigger cake and soda pop and of course, the now infamous "twinkle candles." PERSONAL NOTE: These are the most fucking awesome wicked cool white trash candles EVER!!! They are tall and skinny and shoot off sparks! I shit you not! Best thing, 20 to a box for 99 cents at Albertson's.

We'll forgive her for the UT shirt. At least it wasn't "ATM" as Hot Rod calls it. Those skinny things are the candles. It took THREE of us to light all thirty-freaking-eight of them before we set off the smoke alarms.

LabKat was giggling hysterically, which is unusual for her!!!

Note the Texas queso. You can't call it cheese dip. In Texas, its queso. (That's Spanish for cheese for those who don't know.) That is NDT in the white. JS hand on the right.

Poor Tigger was right in the fire.

She may be full of hot air, but she still can't blow out all thirty-freaking-eight candles! So, we all helped.

The little balloon-icing on the cake looked like colored dog poo. And, you can see the crooked purple icing on the cake there. We think the cake decorator was toking up while fixing the cake.

Either that is a green icing tongue or she is doing her Gene Simmons imitation.

And, nothing screams white trash birthday bash more than sparklery twinkle candles and silly string. Ok, I suppose we could have been wearing Daisy Dukes and doing jello shots, but we'll leave that to Bad News Hughes' brother's wedding.

Wow, check out the moon at the top of the picture. Cool! But, I digress. We learned three things from this event:
First, silly string hurts if you get it in your eyes.
Second, your best friend (look at arm on left) and your husband (blue shirt on right) will turn on you if given silly string.
Third, sparkley candles and silly string can catch on fire if mixed together.

Oh, I learned two more things: my arms are huge (note to self to work on diet more) and paybacks are hell (note silly string on glasses from LabKat).

LabKat is usually the one doing the bimbling (I have told her that she'll go blind if she doesn't stop), but in honor of her Feliz Cumpleano, go bimble over there and wish her many happy returns. Even if she is a flaming (almost literally!) moonbat!!!

10.04.2005

Even Amazon.com thinks I'm a dork

ARGH!!!!

I am so mad right now I could just spit.

I'm working on a story that was due last week, but due to sources blowing me off, the last week of work and other freelance stories, this one has been pushed back till tomorrow.

I made appointments like crazy yesterday for this morning. So, I call this guy who made an appointment to talk to me at 11 a.m. and guess what? He isn't there.

What the hell?

I know I'm just a writer. Nobody of consequence. But, I'm still a person who has a job to do, who has feelings and it really really irritates me when people make appointments and fail to keep them. Would it be so hard to call and tell me that you can't be there at the appointed time? How hard is that? And, I don't guess they care that this is my livelihood. I know that they owe me nothing, but all I'm asking is 15 minutes of their time. Hell, they could talk to me while they're on the can. I don't care, just give me 15 minutes. Is it really THAT friggin hard?

10.03.2005

Boobie-thon: Pervy for a good cause

Go see my boobs at the Boobiethon. Of course, you'll have to pay $50 to see them because they're NAKED and only accessible on the pay-page for a contribution. All money raised goes to breast cancer organizations like the Susan G. Komen Foundation and such.

So, go be a perv. Check out some tits and feel good that you're potentially saving a nice pair somewhere.



This is a cause near (my own boobs) and dear (my mom) to me. Mom had a radical mastectomy when I was in college. Thankfully, she has been cancer-free since then. She has had her other boob whittled on and knots removed here and there, but she is around and we only stumble upon her posthesis from time to time. Nothing like a fake boob on the table to create a stir in the house. Nothing like heairng your mom ask you "Do you know where my boob is?" Even better, when Hot Rod (who was 3 or 4 at the time) was wandering through the house looking for Granny's boob.

Now, I have a lump in my left breast, too. We had a big scare in the summer of 2004 when we found it. It was biopsied and found to be benign. I discovered I am very proud of my DDs.

So, be a perv for a good cause.

Green Eggs and Ham

That Sam I Am,
That Sam I Am.

If I have to read that Sam I Am,
One more time.
I may break out in a rash
And, start to rhyme.

Do you like Green Eggs and Ham?

I do not like green eggs and ham.

Yet, I must read them here and there.
I must read them everywhere.

Stinkerbelle so likes green eggs and ham,
I must read it in the house.
I must read it in my blouse.

I am so tired of green eggs and ham.
Read it, read it. Again, again.
If I read it one more time,
Will you go to sleep and mind?

Yes, yes. Sure I will.
Ok, Stinkerbelle, you have a deal.

Do you like green eggs and ham?
Yes maam, yes maam.

Damn. Damn. Damn.

*doing a curtsy and stumbling to the bathtub*

I do so like a bubble bath.
To the tub, I take my path.
Crap, oh Christ, I'm starting to rhyme.
Please grown up friends, I need some wine.

Gees Louise, I cannot stop.
Help me, help me before I hop on pop.
Oh wait, NOW that's an idea.
I think I know how to cure this muck.
I need AoD to come home and ...

Oops.

My mug shot

Well, I decided to put a photo on my profile, so I had to upload it somewhere. So, here it is.


UPDATE: Apparently this picture was so completely hideous to everyone and their dog that I just took it down. There, now everyone should be happy that they don't have to look at it any longer.

On a side note, I must be PMSing because I know how bitchy that sounds.

I suck

Ok, Army of Dad, don't get so excited. I don't mean THAT way. Although, if you play your cards right .... but, I digress.

I just suck today.

Starting two new gigs now that the old one is over. I joke with people that my boss is a bitch (I'm self employed now) and that she never gives me any time off. I'm now working 24/7 as opposed to 40 hours a week.

So, between that, a child who pees her pants to get my attention (even though she is SHOWERED - no pun intended -with affection and attention), a house that is filthy (by my high standards) and then this ...

My fantasy football teams suck ass and it is because I'm a bad owner.

First off, I benched Plaxico Burress because he sucked last week. So, what does he do? Two TDs and like a jillion freaking yards (or 274, but who's counting?). I dropped Eli Manning the first week of the season, too.

I am just a bit freaked out right now. Need to get the house cleaned up and the Halloween decorations out.

*Calgon, take me away*

First Monday at home

Well, I'm having my first Monday at home and so far, it feels like I never left. Sort of strange.

I'm sitting at the computer and knocking out my first story for my new job and thankfully it came together quickly. I was stressing about it. But, this could be good. Doing straight news again is really a nice change. I like it. Working on daily deadlines again. Sort of cool in an adrenaline rush kind of way. Ok, as exciting as breaking real estate news can be.

But, I've got laundry started and done. Already put the child on the potty, too. Was feeling pretty good about that and then the child peed in the floor 45 minutes later. She does that to get my attention or when she is mad at me. So, we will have to work on our play time and mom's work time.

I cleaned out the closets in Hot Rod's room yesterday and got started on Stinkerbelle's before she went down for her nap. I have about three or four garbage bags full of clothes, toys and assorted things to take to friends, the church and Goodwill. My entire body is sore from all that lifting, shifting, etc. I rearranged Hot Rod's room a little bit, too. so, I'll get a workout from cleaning house this week. Have to prepare for Stinkerbelle's birthday party at the house this Saturday.

10.01.2005

Dork status: elevated

To horribly distort the Jeff Foxworthy "You might be a redneck" phrase and morph it to "You might be a dork" if ....

Your friends send you this on CD because you'll love it:


The back of the audiobook case reads: Two remarkable audiobooks in one package. So, I have Spock vs. Q and Spock vs. Q: The Sequel. You might be a dork if your friend listens to this and thinks it is great. You might be a dork if your friend actually wastes money sending this to you because he thinks you'll love it, too. You might be a dork if you're actually looking forward to listening to it tonight on the way to your friend's birthday party.

So, dork alert: elevated.

*sigh*

Saturday morning cartoons

I think I lost brain cells this morning watching Saturday morning cartoons. My kids were all watching TV in my office/family area outside my bedroom since Buddy is crashed on the couch. And, this brain damaged cartoon made me want to retch. Every cartoon today features someone dueling and these characters were dueling with *you'll love this* ying-yang yo-yos. I really hope I didn't grasp the show well and that I was wrong because this was so stupid.

What happened to Bugs Bunny and the Roadrunner?

Boys night out

One of Army of dad's Army buddies came in town this week for a visit. He is stationed in El Paso right now, so it was a pretty good drive across some of Texas' pretty, but most desolate, country. But, I digress. The guys went out last night and I have no idea when they crawled back in. I gave up about 12:30 and went to bed. I'm guessing they closed the bars down, though, since I found leftover breakfast in the fridge this morning.

So, no idea how many hearts were broken that AoD is married or how many fights they got in. These boys (and I use the word BOYS on purpose) tend to get into fights whenver they go out. *shaking my head* Now, THERE are some good stories about these two and their buddies and the trouble they got in.

Didn't know Buddy is parked on my couch either. Strolling to my restroom in the buff and Stinkerbelle comes down and says she wants to watch TV. I tell her to go lay on the couch and I'll be in there to turn on the DVD player. A minute or two later and she strolls back in "Dada is on the couch." Oh crap. I'm walking around naked and Buddy has crashed on our couch. Oh well, he is dead to the world, so I'm ok. If the three kids haven't woken him up yet, he can sleep through Armageddon. I'm tempted to go take a pic of him snoozing to post on here.

The Troublemakers before they left:

Silent Saturday

As is usual, we have soccer today. But, what is different this time is that our local association is having a "silent day" in which coaches and parents can't coach or offer instruction. All we can do is "cheer for both teams."

*rolling my eyes*

This is some touchy-feeling BS that I'm really not all about. Yeah, some parents and coaches are over the top and scream and yell at their kids creating a negative experience. But, we're not about that and we resent the hell out of them telling us that we can't instruct our boys on what the coach wants them to do.

Here is what our commissioner sent us:

The main idea of Silent Day is to allow the children to play without constant verbal instruction or criticism from someone... As coaches and parents we can cheer, applaud, and make positive comments... The players can talk all they want... Please inform any spectators that you bring along with you of what we are trying to achieve.Let's try to make it fun for the players and the spectators--especially the players!

Please read the enclosed article. Maybe it's not you, our your parents and spectators, but I can assure you that some of this has happened and DSA wants to turn it around.

Enjoy the Game
Can parents and students truly enjoy an athletic experience? FCA's Bill Stutz thinks so, and he wants to show you how.
By Jill Ewert
According to Sports Illustrated, 70% of kids drop out of sports by theage of 13. Why? Because adults, particularly parents, have turned gamesinto negative experiences through their behavior, criticism and constantpressure.
FCA area rep Bill Stutz has held many roles in the sporting world. He's been a player, a coach and an official. Now, as a sports parent, Stutzis doing what he can to reverse this trend. Prior to taking his current position with FCA, Stutz founded the organization Enjoy the Game(r)-aneducational program designed to restore civility back to the sports environment.
And as the fall sports season began to heat up, Stutz satdown with STV editor Jill Ewert to talk about what parents and students can do to truly begin enjoying the games once more.
JE: How big of an issue is anger in sports today?
BS: We're living in the kind of society where you worry about #1, andunfortunately it spills over into sports. Statistics from the NationalAlliance of Youth Sports show that 15-20% of youth sporting events involve some kind of behavior that requires a written special report. And they say it's escalating.

JE: Why do you think that is?
BS: Primarily, there are three reasons why parents get out of control. One, they're chasing that pot at the end of the rainbow. They think their kid is going to be the one to cash in, so they're going to dowhatever they can to make sure that happens. The second reason is because they're living vicariously through their kids. They fell short of that pot at the end of the rainbow, and they say, "That's not going to happen to my kid! They're going to make it!"And the third reason I think they do it is because they have an over-evaluation of their kid. They think their kid is a lot better than the kid really is.

JE: Tell me how Enjoy the Game(r) first got started.
BS: When I started watching my son play with his friends-just the way they walked on and off the court-they weren't having a lot of fun. I would look at the faces of their coaches, and I would see the stress and anxiety. And I looked up in the stands and saw the parents with their veins popping out from stress. And, man, those parents were embarrassing their kids with some of the things they were saying. So I did some research. I talked with some athletic directors and some administrators. I asked them "Am I too sensitive, or is this real?" They said, "It's very real. It's getting bad." So we decided to do something about it.

JE: Give me an overview. What is the purpose of the organization?
BS: We want to restore civility back to youth sports. We want to raise anew generation of players, coaches and parents who really understand what their role is while they are at an event-to insure they control the things they can control, and therefore not only enjoy the game themselves, but make sure everybody around them enjoys the game as well.

JE: How do you do that?
BS: We do it with three phases: education, accountability and venue awareness. To me, the number one issue is education. Players, coaches and parents are being fed misinformation about the way they are supposed to behave at sporting events. We need to explain to them their roles as players, coaches and parents, so they can have a better understanding of how they're supposed to act when they come to a game. And once you teach them what it is they should know, you can hold them accountable to that standard. Within the education element there are three principles. The first one is that coaches have to make difficult decisions. I've never met a coach who intentionally made a bad decision that they hoped would be detrimental to their team. Every coach goes in with a plan. They've prepared it, they've strategized it, and now it's time to call the game. And if all is going well we say, "Boy, this coach is awesome." But as soon as it goes bad we say, "Why wasn't my kid in there? How come he didn't get to play?" But we have to learn to trust our coaches, because they have more invested in the game. Before the practice, they prepare the practice. They run the practices. They strategize the games. Then when the game is over, they analyze it all, and they beat themselves up about things they could have done differently. The last thing they need is for a parent to call them, or a kid to go pouting to them about why they didn't play. If they thought it would have helped, believe me, they would've had your kid in there. We've got to trust our coach. Or in the 1% of the time when you really have a hard time trusting the coach, you have to find the right time and the right place to go talk him or her. But in those cases, the parents had better be ready to hear the rest of the story, because it's probably something their kids aren't telling them about the way they practice, about the way they listen, and so on. The second principle is to understand that players aren't perfect. When you go to a sporting event, things are going to happen. Your kid is going to strike out or miss a free-throw. It's going to happen. And not only your kid, but their teammates. I use the example of Michael Jordan's shooting percentage when he was in the NBA. He made 50.3% of his shots. That means half the time he shot, he missed. You can't expect 13-yearolds to make every single shot. If you ask kids what is the worst part of their sporting event, they'll tell you it's the ride home with dad in the car. We call it the "PGA," the post-game analysis. Parents have got to stay away from that. Instead, ask your kid three questions. Did you work hard? Did you have fun? Did you enjoy the game? And as they get older, you ask them also what they learned. And that's all you've got to worry about. Now the third principle- probably the hardest one-is that referees and officials must deal with controversy. Controversy exists in a sporting event whether an official is there or not. If you go play a pick-up game of basketball on any playground, I guarantee within the first 3-4 minutes there's going to be an argument. So why do we think that just because the official is there that all of a sudden we can berate him or her? It doesn't make any sense. Before parents even leave the house, they need to understand that when they go to the game, there's going to be controversy. I'm so glad we have paid officials who are trained to make split-second decisions. We're going to live with it if it goes our way, and we're going to live with it if it doesn't go our way. But we have to respect the call and move on. And there are two things about this that really get people. The first is that every official is a real person. If that was your son or daughter or mother out there, would you want somebody treating them the way you treat officials? The second reason is to ask what you are teaching these young, impressionable kids who are watching you as an adult deal with authority figures. Whether it's a teacher, you as their parent or a police officer, you're telling him or her that it's acceptable behavior to yell and scream at authority figures as long as you think you're right. Now, the third overall element, like I said, is venue awareness. Wear something, look at something, have something on you that's going to be a reminder. Maybe you put on a bracelet or wear a cross around your neck. Obviously, preparation before the game is going to be the biggest tool that you have. Be prepared before you walk in to know that you're walking into an environment that's not going to be a rose garden. You can always ask yourself, "What would Jesus do?" But on the other hand, you need to ask yourself, "What am I going to do?" We all know what Jesus would do. But, you display His discipline when you ultimately ask yourself, "What am I going to do?"

JE: Okay. Ideally then, how should a great sporting event feel for both the parents and the kids?
BS: They should feel that they just experienced an environment where the players were allowed to play, the coaches did their job in coaching, the officials officiated, and the spectators were a positive influence on the environment. If everybody would do their own job-no one crossing over and doing anybody else's job-that would be the ideal environment for kids to play sports.

JE: What about the athletes? What are some things that students can do in response to a parent if they are putting too much pressure on them or are acting inappropriately?
BS: I think they need to sit down with their parents and ask them why they come to the games, and what is their motivation for supporting what the kid is involved with. There was a study done where 100 kids were asked why they played sports. They said to have fun and to be around their friends, to learn and compete, and #8 on the list was winning. At the same time their parents were asked why they had their kids involved in sports, and the parents #1 reason was winning. So until you have that conversation to ask, "Why do you think I'm involved?" the parents and kids are usually on different pages.

JE: I know that some kids would probably feel uncomfortable talking directly with their parents about it, so is there an alternative to one-on one confrontation?
BS: Sometimes the best way to handle it, especially with high schoolers, is in a group. Have the entire team bring in their parents and as a group say, "We want to let you know that we feel uncomfortable when you all start booing, etc., and there are a few of you who critique us on the way home."

JE: That way nobody would feel on the spot.
BS: Exactly. And then at the end they can say, "With all these things we've just thrown out to you, you need to evaluate if you're violating any of these, and if so, would you please stop because we're not having any fun." Now, I do want to say one thing about this whole situation. It's a good metaphor that helps people really picture what goes on. At every sporting event, the match is going to get struck. Something controversial is going to happen. The real issue is how close that match gets to somebody's wick and how fast that wick burns before the explosion happens. We have to blow the match out as quickly as possible. You can't avoid the kid making a mistake. You can't avoid a missed call by an official. But when that match gets struck, how fast can we blow it out so that it doesn't hit somebody's wick and doesn't burn, ultimately becoming an explosion? Because when the explosion happens, the people that get damaged the most are the kids.
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Ok, back to my two cents. I can't believe some parents would actually boo at a youth sporting event. That is just beyond my comprehension. I bouth Coach AoD some lollypops to keep in his mouth today to try and remind him not to yell. We also have some sunflower seeds, too. I'm just afraid he is going to look like that scene from Scanners and his head will implode if he can't shout instructions out to the kids. I was told we get one warning before the referee will send us to the concession stand to watch from there. I hope Coach Kojak can handle it.