Hoops

Yeah, it was unusual to see Hot Rod having to act as the point. Poor kid. Its not his strong suit, but the main ball handler on the team was out sick on Saturday. I'm thinking Hot Rod was probably wishing he had been after this game.

Also odd to see Army of Dad as the coach for basketball. Its the one sport he doesn't coach the kids in. But, the two coaches were both going to be out of town. Since AoD is at all the practices helping, they asked him to step in.

If you look at the two orange kids, Hot Rod is the shorter one in the center of the frame. Check out the kid in the blue with the green t-shirt underneath. Yeah. He's an 11-year-old who is as taller or taller than my 5-foot 10-inch husband. Yeah, really.
And, this was how Hot Rod spent much of the game - on the floor. First, the tall kid kneed him in the head with his stork legs and then some little fat kid on the other team punched him in the neck. Ok, it was a forearm elbow to the neck, but it was intentional. I saw the kid going after him as Hot Rod was dribbling down the court. It was pretty brutal. Hot Rod wheezed and rasped all weekend afterward. Good thing we're playing church league basketball (note my sarcasm).

Good in Bed

Started reading a new book called "Good in Bed" by Jennifer Weiner (stop snickering).

The heroine is a chubby newspaper reporter with a rat terrier. (OMG, sounds a lot like me). Yeah, I used to be a daily newspaper reporter with a rat terrier (RIP Cricket).

This conversation ensued this evening:

AoM: Hey babe, check this out. Sort of creepy. The new book I'm reading. The heroine is a chubby daily newspaper reporter with a rat terrier.

AoD: Wow. Sounds like someone is following you around!

AoM: Heyyyyy!!!!! You think I'm chubby?

AoD: *walks away shaking his head*

Ready? Ok!

My cheer squad is called the Cuties and it is definitely an appropriate name. They really are about as cute as little gals can be. Here I am trying to coach them on our half-time cheer so no one stands out there blankly.
And, a sideline cheer is always good.
Getting ready to run out for halftime. The girls are introduced individually as we line up. Little Bit was ready to do a cartwheel.
The cartwheel needs a little work, but its actually pretty cute to see her try.
And halftime on the court. So very very cute.
This is Little Bit's BFF with the ball. It was fun to get to cheer for her.
And, post-game, the girls posed for a quick photo. How cute is that?

I'll Catch You on the Flip Side

Eye candy, it is. But, I get to go see the eye candy on the right *doing the happy dance* today at the Sci-Fi/Comic Con. *still doing the happy dance* I wonder if he likes 41-year-old baseball moms? Hmmm, no worries. I'll pay my $20 and get my autograph and snapshot with him and I can dream. Hmm, that makes me think. I wonder what he smells like?

*fanning self*

If you haven't seen The Boondock Saints or All Saints Day, I highly recommend them. I would describe the movies as action-adventure-dark comedy. *shrug* However you'd describe it, good stuff. I quote this movie all the time.

And, for good measure, the prayer the brothers (in the picture above) use when they kill bad guys:
"And Shepherds we shall be
For thee, my Lord, for thee.
Power hath descended forth from Thy hand
Our feet may swiftly carry out Thy commands.
So we shall flow a river forth to Thee
And teeming with souls shall it ever be.
In Nomeni Patri Et Fili Spiritus Sancti."

What I've been doing

Sorry to be an absent blogger. All dozen of you who read have been going through withdrawals, I'm sure. NOT. But, awww, these are the moments when all the time spent pays off. A nice big hug from the cutest cheerleader in the world. Yeah, its scary, but I'm the cheer coach at the Baptist church. Me? Guiding 17 little 5- to 7-year-old girls. Yikes.

But, when they're out there, they are soooo darn cute!

And, I do love to tell people what to do. LOL

Hot Rod got on a selfish team this year. It stinks after he was on a team last year where we only had one ball hog (and he was actually decent). This year? Not so much. Everyone is a ball hog and no one is that great. But, he is doing ok.

He enjoys it and is getting a little Jesus with his workout. Can't beat that.

I've also spent time in Fort Worth and Dallas. This week, the company owner flew in again. I took him to Fort Worth instead of Dallas for a visit to Sundance Square. He even treated me to lunch at Reata *yummy!*. I had tenderloin tamales. OMG! They were awesome.

We've also had a few UNT games in there. Little Bit loves being the sweeper at the games and we've been lucky to let her have the job most of the time. She loves Scrappy, too!

And, of course, I love to watch Collin play. He's energetic on the court. It also doesn't help that he is soooo easy on the eyes. Check out the muscle definition. Mrs. M, turn away now please and cover your eyes. Collin has NOT been "what I've been doing" as the blog post is titled. Now, I could put him on a to-do list, but I think both he and his mom might have something to say about that. Plus, it could be kind of creepy after his mom and I have become friends. But, you know, I could look past that. A gal can dream, can't she?

I mean, really, look at that.

Then, there is my darling Little Bit. This was on headband night for the UNT students. Of course, I'm sure she batted her eyes and someone got one for her, too.

Now, this would be on Army of Dad's list of what he'd like to have been doing over the past week or two.

More basketball.

And, more cheering. We're on our way to do that in the next few minutes, too. Go Jesus! Yea! :)

Well That Sucked

Not much else I can say about it.

I guess it would've been a good game had I not had a dog in the hunt. But, watching it from the Vikings fan point of view, that was awful. The Vikes would've won easily a number of times if they hadn't turned over the ball so much.

Then, the refs sucked major ass. I can't even begin to describe the amount of suckiness that came from them.

*sigh*

A Vikings Prayer

Our Favre-er who art from Mississippi
hallowed be thy name.
Thy bowl will come, it will be won,
In Miami as it is in the Dome.
Give us this Sunday our weekly win.
Give us touchdown passes, but do not let others pass against us.
Lead us not into frustration, but deliver us to the Super Bowl.
For thine is the MVP, the best of the NFC, and the glory of the Purple People Eaters now and forever.
Amen

Go Vikings!

The photo is a little dated. Ok a lot dated. :) This was pre-season August 2006 at the soon-to-be imploded Texas Stadium. Little Hot Rod was just that ... little. Go Vikings!

Coach Avery

My own little Jet Terry (with her Mean Green headband on) got to meet former Mavs Coach Avery Johnson (current NBA commentator on ESPN, I think). How cool is that? She was a ball girl last night and one of the UNT handlers took her over to meet Avery. How cool is that?

Link

Pickle entered this drawing in an anime art contest at the local library. I thought it was pretty cool.

Best of Show

Nope, not AKC style. More like NRA style. My boy won first place among the fifth-graders at his school science fair then went on to win Best of Show to represent the school versus all the elementary school winners district-wide. Titled "Little Bullet, Big Punch" his

experiment was to see which kind of .22 ammo got the best penetration. He did a great job and is so proud of himself. Maybe almost as proud as mom and dad are!!! Apparently his sister cheered really loudly for him when his name was announced at a school-wide assembly today. His teacher said he was so shocked that his mouth fell open - and stayed open. Very proud, we are.