Army of Mom

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

6.30.2008

"I did it!"

video Little Bit scored her first first two soccer goals on Saturday. :) This is her second one. Right before the video rolled, she decided to reach down with her hand and touch the ball. *rolling my eyes* But, the ref didn't blow the whistle, so she kept on going. You can hear me telling her not to do that. But, then she kept on going and shot it in. It is pretty cute to see her response. Then, of course, the ref bends over to tell her not to handle the ball. But, hey. She still scored.

My Milkshake

Nothing like being in the middle of a phone interview with a big wig about a $300 million real estate develompent when Milkshake starts emanating from my cell phone to tell me I have a voicemail.

*shaking my head*

6.26.2008

SPF: Children are our Future

The lovely Kristine at Random and Odd gave us the task this week to illustrate how "Children are our Future” by showing her that quote in a picture.
videoOk, so it isn't a picture, but this is friggin' hilarious. The gorgeous little girl up front is Little Bit doing her best to make up for having been sick on Tuesday and Wednesday. She went to Vacation Bible School on Monday and by 6 p.m. that night was complaining of a headache with a 101 fever. The fever never went down despite Ibuprofen and Tylenol. Tuesday morning, it was 104. I was a basket case. Took her to the doctor because we feared strep. Nope, just a nasty virus. So, she stayed home and puked and burned up for two days. Today, she went back to VBS. She also managed to make into the VBS video they showed, too. Yep, she was ready for her close up. She kept telling me this afternon that she was "going to be on stage" tonight. *rolling my eyes* That is definitely in her future.

But, I digress. If you watch the video, be prepared to be dazzled by my daughter's charm and talent. :) And, to giggle hysterically at the little goober in front of her who is making faces and doing other gestures instead of the sign language stuff for the Jesus song. Later in the performance, I realized I could get both Hot Rod and Little Bit into the same frame. So, that was pretty special.

Of course, these two are part of my future and I'm proud of that. Pickle managed to just sit in the sanctuary and laugh at his brother. Hot Rod looked pained much of his singing time. Just not his thing.

So, did you play?

The Bank Drive-Thru

I know it is stupid, but I laugh out loud every time I see this commercial. I love the coffee cup of pencils getting shot at the dude's car. But, I think my favorite part is the little girl just sitting and watching this kid. :)

6.25.2008

Remember Tiger Beat Magazine?

I can't even remember where I got this magazine, but it is pretty interesting. Called "Movies Rock" thre is a little Q&A on the back page with Bill Murray. The author resurrects a 1967 Tiger Beat interview with The Monkees. They posed the same questions to Murray.

I'm going to give it a try:

How would your mother describe you in one word? Smartass
*My mother has called me that for as long as I can remember. Sometimes in a joking fashion, other times in a not-so-maternal way.

What is your favorite flower? (I love all kinds), but probably lillies of all sorts - Stargazer lillies are pretty or irises or carnations or daisies ... ok, you get the idea.

What is the most insane question you've ever been asked? Are those yours? (regarding my boobs - like they might be someone else's. I've also been asked "are they real?)

What word in the language do you wish you had invented? superfluous

Where would you like to live? on 250 acres in Central Texas

What is the first quote that comes to your mind? "Everything I am, I owe to my angel mother." By Abraham Franklin

What animal best describes the kind of (guy) you'd be interested in? Dog: loyal, follows you around, but still wants to hump you

What do you miss about your childhood? my confidence

If you could change your name, what would you change it to? Rebecca, Chloe or Strawberry Fields

What is the main fault in your character? I'm a control freak

What is your favorite historical character? Elizabeth Ann Seton

Describe how you kiss in one word? Softly

What in the world do you least desire? spinich lasagne (nastiest food ever created)

Finish this sentence, "Happiness is a thing called ..." family.

*there were a couple of dating questions on there that I skipped. :) Anyone else want to play?

One-Word Meme

Only ONE word can be used in your answer and it can NOT be used twice.

1. Where is your cell phone? pocket
2. Your significant other? recliner
3. Your hair? dirty
4. Your mother? crazy
5. Your father? sainted
6. Your favorite time of day? bedtime *wink*
7. Your dream last night? weird
8. Your favorite drink? bellini
9. Your dream goal? retire
10. The room you’re in? den
11. Your ex? Peter Pan (a name counts as one!)
12. Your fear? disease
13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? married
14. What you are not? lazy
15. Your Favorite meal? Mexican
16. One of your wish list items? Ipod
17. The last thing you did? drank
18. Where you grew up? Kennedale
19. What are you wearing? shorts
20. Your TV is? ESPN
21. Your pets? children
22. Your computer? blazing
23. Your life? blessed
24. Your mood? funky
25. Missing someone? yes
26. Your car? filthy
27. Something you’re not wearing? socks
28. Favorite store? Sam's
29. Your summer? busy
30. Your favorite colour? Green
31. When is the last time you laughed? tonight
32. When is the last time you cried? today
33. Your health? mending
34. Your children? clever
35. Your future? bright
36. Your beliefs? strong
37. Young or old? neither
38. Your image? motherhood
39. Your appearance? frumpy
40. Would you live your life over again knowing what you know? mostly

Stolen from Baboon Pirates.

6.23.2008

Not on his personal playlist

I gotta get my man a job, so I can have my home office back to myself. I have a hard time concentrating with The Military Channel or The History Channel in the background. Occasionally, he'll turn it to something I would like (this morning it was The Mummy Returns) but that is equally bad, because now instead of just annoying me, it distracts me from working because Brendon Fraser is on TV. (which reminds me that a new Mummy movie is coming out Aug. 1).

Anyway. I had on "I love the '70s" digital music channel in the background while I was working and Army of Dad was outside with the 9-year-old. He comes back in and the Jackson 5 are on. His first response "Oh my God!" I replied with "What? You don't like the Jackson 5?" "uh, no. Anything with I love the 70s on it will not be on my personal playlist," he said.

Lucky me. Now it is back to something like the history of casinos on the History Channel. Gees Louise.

For a laugh

My friends, TS and LabKat, are always good about sending me funny little cards to brighten my day. I got this one several years ago, but it still makes me laugh.

On the inside it says "Oughta get a couple of cherry tomatoes, too."

6.22.2008

Things I learned today

The G in G-string is actually capitalized in the Associated Press Stylebook. Just in case you ever see it in a news story, it should be G-string.

*shrug* Not that I'm using it in a story, but I was double checking that Great Depression was capitalized. It is.

I also learned that children, left to their own devices with a water sprinkler, will enjoy when the lawn gets muddy. However, what they do not enjoy is mom hosing them off before they're allowed in the house.

51 Years and Counting

Today is my mom and dad's 51st anniversary. I called to wish them well and they didn't even realize it was their anniversary. I guess when you feel like you're living in hell on earth, it is best not to think about it. :)
Mom and dad last month at Little Bit's pre-k graduation. Here's to you folks and wishing for many more years.

I like big butts

Sometimes there are frivolous lawsuits that make you just roll your eyes.

This lady is suing Victoria's Secret because a decoration on her thong underwear popped off and scratched her eye. Good grief. It could be that your butt is too big for the panties you bought and forced it off. Or, it should be that you stretched it too tight and the stuff flew off ... *shrug* being a gal with a big ass, I can so totally picture that. I guess my thing is that she just got a scratch on her eye that required some cream to get better. I can see taking the panties back, exchanging them and even having the store pay for your doctor's visit and prescription. But, to go to the trouble of filing a lawsuit. Give me a break.

*Panty pictures for you pervs found while looking for an image of the offending thong panties.*

Mean Green

Last week, Hot Rod had the privilege of attending UNT's Coach Johnny Jones basketball camp. He was able to go courtesy of birthday money from family and friends. It was pricey and we were lucky to have our loved ones help us out with the expense. He got enough money to attend the basketball camp and baseball camp, so that was awesome. I was proud to see him actually looking up while dribbling in this picture. That is always a good sign.
Showing off his new basketball that he got at camp. It is pretty cool. He got a T-shirt, water bottle and this nice basketball.
With some of our favorite players who acted as coaches at camp. This one is Collin Mangrum *heart thumping* who is really cute and really nice. Little Bit had to jump in this picture, too. I mean, come on, tall, blond, handsome. Why not?
Of course, when Hot Rod went to get his picture with Justin Howerton, another of our faves (ok, most of the players are our faves) ... she was a little intimidated by just how tall he is. Look at the size of his hands on Hot Rod's shoulders! I bet this dude can put the food away!
And, lastly, with Coach Johnny Jones. This was pretty cool and pretty special. He was really nice and gracious. Definitely a great experience for Hot Rod. He was a little intimidated on the first day of camp because there were so many kids there. The camp actually filled up before the first day. But, he warmed up to it. This coming week, Vacation Bible School. The boy can use a little Jesus. :)

6.21.2008

Fizzy Girl

On Thursday, Little Bit had a chance to show off a bit at our Catholic church's Vacation Bible School end-of-the-week performance. She got to hold the class sign and speak a quick line about the class name as part of the performance. The video is the up-and-coming kindergarten class singing, dancing and signing one of the songs they learned at camp. Next week, she and Hot Rod will be going to the Baptist church VBS across the street from the Catholic church. I figured Jesus in a variety of ways isn't a bad thing. Always good to learn different view points on religion. I don't think any way is wrong, necessarily, just different. I grew up Southern Baptist and became Catholic after marrying AoD.

videoMy sweet Little Bit (far left on the front row) loves being on stage. I had to laugh at some of the moves in this little routine. I don't think the kids needed to add the hip thrusts to the "I wanna" line. I think they were just supposed to do the hand moves, but added to the hip thrusts, it was kind of bad. LOL.

At her preschool, many of the teachers and administrators are very involved in the theater. Her teacher told me on Friday, "you really should get her involved in theater. She belongs on stage." She thinks so, too.


6.19.2008

Hot, Hot, Hot Rod

I never thought I'd spend Saturdays at track meets for my 9-year-old. But, that's what we've been doing. It is hard work, but it is good conditioning for him and he seems to enjoy most of it. Not all of it. He doesn't look like he's having fun here. He ran the 800-meter, the 400-meter and the 100-meter dash last week. He was hating life in that 800. Unfortunately, his coach volunteered to put him in one of the faster heats for the 400, so he got smoked. He is 9 going against 9- and 10-year-olds. The week before, he finished sixth out of seven or eight in his 400.
I'm proud of Hot Rod, but I'm truly proud of other two kids, too. They don't complain or fuss about having to go and sit at the track meet. They were good natured and helpful. I was really proud of them. Pickle found out earlier this week that he won an anime art contest at the public library. The contest was to create a poster to promote the animanga club at the library. He is really proud of himself and he should be.

Sweet Little Bit.


And, a proud boy with his ribbons from the meet. He worked hard for those.



Fifth place

videoNot exactly Michael Johnson speed, but hey, not bad for a suburban white kid, right? Fifth place in his heat of the 100-meter dash last Saturday.

Land of 10,000 Lakes

Well, now that I have Internet access at the house again, I can actually post some photos. These are from AoD's trip to Minnesota week or so ago. This one is our adorable nephew with AoD.
And, our gorgeous adorable bright sweet little niece with Grandpa (my FIL). She is something else. So adorable and so verbal. AoD said she pulled up a chair by her mom and said "How was your week?" She just turned 3!!!
AoD and his sister and her husband and the kids. These folks are Little Bit's godparents, too. Don't they all look happy? It was as great chance for AoD to see them. They live in Atlanta, but travelled to Minnesota for a day that overlapped AoD's and my FIL's trip.
Army of Dad caught a big one. LOL. Actually, for his birthday, his dad took him on a guided fishing trip on Lake Mille Lacs.

Having a beer with his dad.
Dinner with his other grandma, his uncle, aunt, cousin and her boyfriend. Too much fun to be had with all that family around. I am glad he's home, though. He probably needed that break from life here. Plus, he was able to help his paternal grandparents some as they prepare to move from their home to a retirement community.

6.18.2008

Bad Moon Rising

We're all going to see a Bad Moon Rising tonight. "The moon illusion", as it's known, is a trick in our minds that makes the moon seem bigger when it's near the horizon. The effect is most pronounced at full moon as it is tonight. How cool is that? Space.com explains it a little better. But, I hope to see it tonight. Should be cool. Wish I had a more powerful camera.

And, yes, the heavens have parted and our Verizon is back up and running. Thank God. Army of Dad and I were having to talk to each other and stuff. *shuddering* Apparently, our router was one of the first generations the company used. The tech said the one we had was two versions ago and had been causing issues for Verizon, so they discontinued using it. Good to know. *sigh* I am going to miss my asiago cheese bagel in the morning.

6.16.2008

Might as well face it, I'm addicted ...

My Internet connection is down at home. I'm at Panera to get some work emails sent and get stories to editors.

I've got the shakes. I had all this great material this weekend.

6.13.2008

Help Me

Not sure why, but I've had this song just going through my mind for the past week. The children were a bit disturbed to hear this emanating from the computer. I think it is the whole missing my man thing and feeling like I'm drowning, a bit, into my pit of despair. *hopefully there are no ROUS down there* Really, though, I'm better than I was on Monday and Tuesday. Those were bad days for me. I get to look forward to Army of Dad arriving home tonight.

SPF: Child's toy

Well, my honey has my camera in Minnesota this week, so I had to go rummage through the archives. Oddly enough, I have lots of pictures of a child's toy - which was the assignment of the lovely Kristine from Random and Odd for this week's Stuff Portrait Friday. This one features the marshmallow shooters the kids got from an aunt (who clearly hates me.)
This one was taken at my mom's house a few years ago. She got Hot Rod these Roman looking guys. He loves any kind of military action figure thingees to play with. Still does.

And, Pickle's girlfriend with Little Bit at Pickle's birthday party last September. They weren't officially boyfriend-girlfriend then. "Just friends" he kept insisting until a month later. :)
So, did you play?


6.12.2008

I need to wash now

I think I need to scrub the willies off my skin right now. I love this picture that Uzz shot of Pickle a few weeks ago. Gees, the child is growing up right under my nose. Last night, I was talking to my best friend from childhood and she was remarking at how grown up and handsome the boy has gotten. (I emailed her this pic.) Apparently, her 14-year-old walked by and saw the picture and said "Is that Pickle? He's really cute now."

*shuddering*

He went to Water Works (the local water park) tonight with the boy next door and Pickle was regaling me with tales of two girls following him around telling him how cute his Spongebob swim trunks are. He said "they kept giggling and following me around." Then, he walked off shaking his head, like he just couldn't understand them. Aw gees, it has already started - he is THAT guy. The cute one who is so totally oblivious. Oh, and he's going to a church lock-in Friday night with his girlfriend and her youth group. Yikes.

Ken Griffey Jr Hits No. 600

Hooray. I love Ken Griffey Jr. Pickle was almost named "Griffey" because we love him so much. :) What a great thing for him.

Justin, Joe and Nick: Oh My!

Today, Hot Rod wrapped up baseball camp this week. He came home on Monday regaling me with tales of a boy at camp also wearing Twins gear. In Texas, that is fairly unusual. Little boy's last name was Blackburn. Yeah, as in the little brother of the Twins' pitcher Nick Blackburn. I didn't believe it, so I did a little research about Nick. He is from Ada, Okla., which isn't that far up the highway. This little fella is from Oklahoma, too. Well, today, he brought Hot Rod a 5x7 autographed photo of Nick. For real. the kid really is his little brother.

So, now Hot Rod has another Twin to replace Torii Hunter. He is already a Joe Mauer and Justin Morneau fan. Now, he is a big Blackburn fan, too.

It is a small, small world, isn't it? My hubby is in St. Cloud, Minn., this week. I interviewed a lady from Clear Lake, Minn., (not too far from St. Cloud) and mentioned that my hubby was there this week staying with family. Turns out that the aunt and uncle my husband is staying with are long time friends with this lady I interviewed. Gees. Small world.

It's All About The Pentiums

One of my favorite Weird Al songs. I got my cast off today. *and the heavens opened up and the angels sang* I called my doctor and told his nurse what was happening, so they let me go in, cut off the cast and checked the site. All looked good, so they took out the stitches and now I have my Halo Master Sergeant-looking walking boot. But, man, life is much better now. Easier to walk and the best part - removable!!!!

Pink bows

You know, there are moments when I feel really sorry for myself. Stupid stresses and the daily grind of life gets me down from time to time.

Then, I hear about other people and the shit they have to deal with. A gal at Sonic the other day told me about her sister getting caught in a wind storm last week. While trying to get inside, the wind knocked her forward and she tripped over something, breaking both of her arms. No driving, no doing much of anything. And, here I am freaking over a small leg cast.

Last night, my mom told me about a little girl named Jessie. This poor baby has Rasmussen's Encephalitis, which is a brain disorder. She had surgery in Baltimore Wednesday to remove one-half of her brain - the only treatment for the disorder.

God love her and her family. I can't imagine what they all must be going through. The little town she's from, Aledo, is in the Fort Worth area. I grew up playing the Bearcats in many sporting events. The town has grown alot since I was a kid. Anyway. Jessie's neighborhood has put pink ribbons around trees and pink bows around town as a reminder to pray for her.

6.11.2008

Better living with chemicals

I used to be a giant Tom Cruise fan when I was in college. I even had one of those big movie cardboard standups of him in Cocktail in my apartment. My catch phrase: he's a fine, fine actor. Of course, I meant that in more ways that one. Uzz, my college beau, would always come back with the standard guy response questions Tom's masculinity.

Well, over the years, I've seen how Hollywood and success has turned Tom's brain to mush. While I still get all atwitter at the volleyball scene from Top Gun, Tom doesn't do it for me so much any more. *shrug* And, there are moments when drugs are so good, that I know I want to smack Tom upside the head. Chemicals can, indeed, help folks. For instance, Zoloft has made my mom a normal human being again.

Last night, I think the stress of an unemployed spouse, two totalled cars in a matter of 19 days, the cancer diagnosis of my husband's grandpa, my increased work load and the addition of children being home for summer while I'm in a leg cast and dealing with that, and lastly, Army of Dad gone to Minnesota for the week ... well, it all just added up to totally freak me out. My leg - the one in the cast - started swelling and the cast was tight and it triggered an anxiety attack.

Yes, I know that is stupid and bizarre. But, I was ready to get out the home tool kit and cut this damn thing off my leg. I called Army of Dad - did I mention it was his birthday yesterday, too? - and told him what I was going to do. Well, he talked me down from the bridge and then I called my equally nutty friend, RC, and he listened to me whine and whimper and also assured me that cutting the cast off would be a bad idea and that I'm fine, but just stressed.

So I did something I don't normally do - I grabbed the Xanax that my OB/GYN gave me for these moments. He prescribed it to help relax me before the ablation in January, but he said it can be used - very sparingly -for really bad PMS emotional symptoms, too. It was THAT bad last night. It started about 5ish and by 11, I thought I was going to gnaw my leg off because it was bugging me so much. So, I stopped what I was doing, soaked in a tub (obviously with the casted leg hanging out and propped up) and started drinking water to see if it could help relieve any swelling/water retention that might be going on.

I took the Xanax and figured even if it was a placebo effect, I should feel better. I did relax after a while and got extremely tired, so I crashed. I slept hard, which was good since I haven't done that in a while. But, the bad thing was the dreams were so absolutely real. Much more realistic that normal. At one point, I would have sworn on a stack of Bibles that Army of Dad was standing in the bedroom with the children - that is until the alarm clock went off. In between things, I dreamed about my neighbors all turning into zombies and I was out of ammunition. I have to explain that my husband is the one who has zombie dreams, not me. So, that was totally messed up. He has so many zombie dreams that I bought him a shirt that says "Zombie Killer" on it. Oddly enough, I texted him about my zombie dream and he texted back that he is wearing his zombie killer shirt today. Coincidence? I don't think so.

But, suffice it to say, I think the Xanax saved me from having an episode last night. Hopefully, I won't need that stuff again for a long time.

And, just for good measure to Tom Cruise and all his crazy buddies, pppphththphpphpttttt!!!!

6.10.2008

Happy Birthday Army of Dad

My Twins fan is in Minnesota this week - on his 32nd birthday. The first in 11 years that we haven't celebrated together. Unfortunately, the Twins are out of town this entire week while he's there. I miss my honey, but he'll be treated well for his birthday. His dad is there and I believe his aunt and uncle plan a feast and special festivities, too. He got a new Three Days Grace CD from me for his birthday before his road trip. I had bought him the CD for our anniversary, but it got stuck in the burned up Neon last month. I love you, sweetheart. Be careful and enjoy your time with your family. I'm counting the days till you come home. Happy Birthday, Kiddo.


6.09.2008

You may be a redneck

If you do a Google photo search for 'redneck birthday cake' and pictures of two of your three kids pop up on the first page. *sigh* LaLa was doing a search because she's having a white trash celebration for her son's 18th birthday. I guess she wants to make him a redneck cake (personally, I think she just needs to find a Big Mouth Billy Bass singing fish and stick it on a cake, but that is neither here nor there at this point.)

She emails me giggling hysterically. I could hear her from 60 miles away when I opened up my email to read:

"Ok, this is funny… I am dying laughing… I am sitting here googling “redneck birthday cake” images and guess what (or who) comes up on the following page: Do any of these smiles look familiar to you?"
Ha ha ha. Very funny. I'm laughing on the inside, really.
Does anyone else hear dueling banjos? No? Just me? *sigh* Must be my new ring tone.

Overprotective? Me?

I tend to be pretty overprotective. Yes, I know you're shocked. Me. The gal who got shit because I didn't want my kids to ride in a convertible because I think it is dangerous. Me. The gal who freaks if my children aren't within arm's reach at all time.

But, then there are times when I think I'm ready to hand the children some steak knives to juggle compared to other parents.

Like this guy. He and his wife, apparently, had some issues with letting their 3-year-old see Kung Fu Panda. You gotta be kidding me. To quote the author: The combat is fast, furious and carries on throughout, with every blow landing more emphatically than the last. The villain's destructive bent is forceful, sinister and intimidating.

Oh gees louise, dude. Your kid sees worse than that on Spongebob and don't tell me that you don't let him see Nick. Please. And, God forbid, the child was pretending to do Kung Fu moves, too. Oh no, let's go find something emasculating and let him become more metrosexual. *rolling my eyes* One of the things I like about the martial arts is that students are trained NOT to attack people and look for fights. It is about discipline and self-defense. I could be taking this a little too personally as all three of my children have studied American Karate at some point (two of them are still doing it). *sigh*

These people probably don't let their son play with toy guns either. But, I guarantee if the kid finds a stick shaped the right way at the park, he is shooting the make believe bad guys with it. Speaking from experience here. Uzz and I had these idealistic expectations and didn't want to buy toy guns for Pickle. But, before age 2, he was "yootin" the bad guys with a stick he found. *shrug* So far, he hasn't gone Columbine on us. He's far too emo for that, but that is a whole othe blog post.

Anyway. The whole premise of the post was to say how much I enjoyed Kung Fu Panda. Really really good. Far and away my favorite Jack Black project. Good stuff. Also made me hungry for some flat noodles, too, ironically.

Stop: Hammer Time

This commercial makes me crack up every time I see it. That dad doing the Hammer Dance is hilarious. I wanna see Army of Dad wear those pants and do it. *ROFLMAO* Just the idea of that makes me laugh even more.

6.08.2008

Don't go breaking my heart

Army of Dad left Saturday night driving up to Minnesota to help his dad (shown here) with AoD's paternal grandparents. Grandpa was recently diagnosed with throat cancer and begins his chemo on Tuesday. AoD wanted to go visit to help his dad try to get things sorted and packed up. Grandma broke her neck two years ago and despite a remarkable recovery in which she only has to use a walker to get around, Grandpa was taking care of her and looking out for her. He won't be able to do that any more and she can't look out for both of them. So, my FIL has been up there for the past two or three weeks helping them with medical stuff and trying to talk to them about getting ready to move to an assisted living facility. Problem is, there is no family in Minnesota to really help them do these things and make sure they aren't hosed by people who will take advantage of them. Soon, my FIL leaves for Malaysia for work, so he won't even be in the country. Everyone is worried about them. Last year, Grandma visited and we even took her shooting. She and I bonded pretty well during that visit. We spent a lot of time talking and getting to know each other. She calls me every couple of weeks to chit chat. She's a neat old gal and I'm blessed for getting to know her. In the dictionary, next to the definition for curmudgeon is a picture of Grandpa. :)

But, the selfish part of me has been ripped in two. I cried for about an hour after AoD left Saturday. I fretted with him driving all night up there. He texted me to let me know he was stopping in Des Moines to take a nap, but he forgot to text me that he was awake and safe when that happened. I finally texted a few hours later to see if he was awake, then he called to tell me he was already in St. Cloud. I miss him so much. I don't know what I'd do if he had a job that made him travel. I'd be beside myself. We will celebrate AoD's birthday apart from each other for the first time in 11 years, too. He'll be in Minnesota on Tuesday for that. He'll be treated well, though, with both sets of grandparents (ok, just a maternal grandma), a slew of aunts and uncles and his dad, too. So, I know he'll be well treated. Will be special for him. Just lonely for me, but I have my kiddos here and I'll be busy with work and their activities. Plus, I'm trying to get the house in order for his return now that I'm a little more mobile with the walking cast. *sigh* Think I just worked myself back into a cry before heading into my empty bed.

Hot and Heated Saturday

Saturday was one of those days when you are just glad for it to be over. Hot Rod had his first track meet and Little Bit had her first soccer game of the season. I missed Little Bit's game because we were told to be at the track meet really early. Here is Hot Rod pre-race. Still smiling and everything. It wasn't bad early on because of the breeze and overcast skies, but the clouds gave way and the sun burst forth at full force and heat.
First race for Hot Rod was the 800 meter. He had never run it for time before Saturday, so it was really harsh to toss him out there and race 9- and 10-year-olds. He just turned 9 in May. But, he stuck it out. He finished dead last out of the group. But, he ran it the whole time. Pickle (in his orange Beatles shirt here) really encouraged him during the race, which was nice to see. He didn't give up. We saw several kids throughout the track meet give up and not finish races, so I was proud of him. 4:20 was his time.
Then, here is is taking off in the 400-meter dash. They did heats with seven boys. He finished sixth and was very proud of himself. Again, he hadn't ran the lap for a time or to compete at practice, just as a warm-up run at a leisurely pace.
Little Bit and Army of Dad wound up getting to the track in time to see Hot Rod run the 800. She looked so darn cute in her soccer get up. She was very proud that her team won 1-0. She played keeper and made several stops, too, her dad said. Army of Dad is her coach this year. I coached her last year. He is better suited at that stuff than me.
Full-length look at the cutie soccer player.
Showing off his sixth-place ribbon. He was very proud of himself. But, all those hours in the sun took a toll. He got sunburned on his shoulders and upper arms. I made the mistake of letting him put on his own sunscreen on his arms. That was truly a mistake. Poor Pickle. I forgot to put sunscreen on his ears and they're burned now, too. I feel like a toad. But, the aloe vera plants in my container garden are coming in handy. Called the doctor's office today and the on-call nurse said to keep doing the aloe vera and we should be fine. I hope so.

Groovy

Here are my swollen toes and my groovy cast. I had planned on getting pink, but the only one I saw was this ugly hot pink. So, I opted for the groovy colorful camo. I told the nurse my choice and she said they had pale pink, but I was thinking - at that point - that it might get way too dirty in the next 10 days. So, I opted for this one. I think it is pretty cool looking. My toes are less swollen now, but still hurts because it is very awkward to walk on. I still have my stitches, too. Looked pretty nasty, I must say. I got to look at it a bit after they took off the splint and before they put on the cast. The stitches come out when the cast comes off on June 17. I think I may get some kind of "boot" device to wear for another few weeks after that. I'm really hoping not, but I'm thinking so. We'll see how that goes. Already, even with the discomfort of all this, the pain is less than it was with the bone spurs.

6.05.2008

SPF: Through the eyes of a child

The lovely Kristine at Random and Odd made the Stuff Portrait Friday assignment focused on children. Her mission: give your kid the camera and see what he/she photographs. Ok, I didn't do this fresh, but picked out old photos. Back in March of 2007, I gave Pickle - who was 12 at the time - the camera and asked him to take pictures of his brother's baseball game because I was one of the coaches and pitching, so I couldn't shoot any photos. This is what he started out with: his PET toy and a drawing of the characters from the graphic novel that the toy is based on.


Then, there is some random dude walking his dog at the apartment complex across the street from the baseball field.
Next we have the photo of Hot Rod using his bat as a machine gun or some other sort of weapon, I'm not sure. Not exactly the kind of photo I would have taken, but it is cute, I have to admit.
This is one of my favorites that he took - again- something I wouldn't have shot, but I love the team feeling of the boys.
In July, I asked him to take some photos at the beach when he was tired of swimming with me and Hot Rod. I should have known. Just about six weeks away from turning 13, and this is what he took pictures of.
And, then, he gets a group shot. Yep, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree - even if it wasn't the tree from which his apple was grown ... just goes to show that environment plays as large a role as the gene pool from which he was spawned.
So, did you play? And is your kid as, er, uh, creative as mine is? The title of the assignment was 'through the eyes of a child.' Hmmm, not sure that mine was thinking so much as a child as he was thinking as a little man in training.

2nd Place

Monday of this week Hot Rod's team was playing in the championship game for their division. A big treat for Pickle and Little Bit is to get a Ring Pop. On this occasion, Pickle had a green one. His teeth looked a bit funky after he finished one off. Ick.
Following the game, the boys did not look so happy with just second place. They really wanted first.
However, something about getting a trophy with a cool little ball that spins around and a 3-D effect star feature ... well, that makes it a little better. Not a lot, but a little. Coach said Hot Rod is going to be president one day because he always has something to say. :)
Second place team picture - definitely in a better mood.

Five months and one day

Not that I'm counting or anything. But, in five months and one day, I will celebrate my 40th birthday on board a Carinval fun ship. :) I should be working, but after a grueling four hours of constant work, calling to harass bill collectors for trying to track down a family member by harassing my mother and hobbling around on my crutches ... well, after all that, I decided to go check out all the fun stuff we're going to do on our cruise.

One feature on the website was particularly entertaining - ride the slide. You can take a virtual ride down the twisty slide on the cruise ship or you can just sit and listen to the water splashing and watching people come down the bottom. Army of Dad wanted to volunteer to help out the gal in the bikini and the "cold" gal in the blue one-piece. He wouldn't want them to slip as they get out of the water. Altruistic fella.

Hooper

Well, looks like either Blogger got the picture thing fixed or the new pictures just don't want to get posted. :( In the meantime, I don't think I ever posted this cute picture of the little ones with Hooper, the mascot for FC Dallas - known affectionately locally as The Hoops.

6.04.2008

ARGH

Anyone else who uses Blogger having an issue uploading pictures? It is making me insane. Not that it is a far reach for me to get to.

My stupid splint is giving me the creeps because it makes my leg feel claustrophobic. Yeah, I know that is stupid, but I can't help it. Kept waking me up last night. I'm about this far *indicating a small amount with my index finger and thumb* from just cutting the damn thing off my calf. It is fine around my foot, but the part about my calf is too tight and the betadine they used made the cotton stick to my leg, so it feels extra creepy in there, too.

6.03.2008

How are things with you?

Ok, I was looking for a Rosanne Rosannadanna skit to post, but couldn't find one on YouTube, so this is the next best thing. I got this card today from my best childhood friend, TS. Thankfully, mine wasn't for a 50th birthday - I'm 10 years away from that - but hers reads: I guess things could be worse! I can use that these days. :) Makes me laugh out loud. I joke about having Rosanne Rosannadanna hair when it is humid outside, so that makes it double funny. I keep laughing every time I open it up. Anyway. Enjoy the card.

6.01.2008

How I'm Spending my Tax Rebate Check

Yeah, this is how I'd spend it in an ideal world. Ok, well, that and the car would be bringing Kasey to my house for the personal dance. And, he'd have to lose the fire suit ... yeah ... that's it.