Practicing For The Big Leagues

Tipping his hat to the crowd as he is introduced.

Run That By Me One More Time

Its baseball season! Dillon gets up and ready for our opening day double header and notices his belt is too large. Chris and I are in the bedroom getting shoes on and jackets (soooo cold outside) when D comes in and says:

"Hey Dad, I think you need to get your pole-huncher and fix my belt."

LOL. WHAT??!! Chris kept asking him "what" just to get him to say it again. "You know Dad, the pole-huncher."

Now, for those of you who know my husband, you can imagine the comments - such as..."I am pretty sure that pole-huncher would be more expensive than my hole punch." And - "Dang, he found where I had her hid." AND..well you can see where this is going.

Turns out the belt was adjustable so no pole-hunching was necessary.

I love that kid!

Justifiable??

Is it justifiable assault and battery if I hit my husband with a large object IF, after I fixed his dinner and sat down to watch the OU women's basketball game, he comes in and changes the t.v., WITH me still sitting there, to some testosterone filled shoot someone and have a car chase show he has seen 600 times??

No reason really, just asking.

Siblings

My middle sister has lost alot of weight. She worked hard and looks great. However, it seems to have sparked a little sibling rivalry in my oldest (by 18 months) sister. Ok, I am sure Mid-sis started it by challenging her at Thanksgiving to bring a scale and see who could lose more by Christmas (a challenge that never played out by the way). Mid-sis had bought a mini trampoline, SO, Older decided she needed one. Mis-sis told her - do you think you need to since you just had knee surgery and all? - HA - NOW she was definitely buying it. SOO, Older bought the mini trampoline causing Mid-sis to now tell her - well, you need someone to help you put it together. Its hard. You can't do it alone. - Anyone see where this is going? SOOO Older decided to put it together, alone.

Now, the mini trampoline comes assembled but folded in half like a clam. The idea is to push the opposite sides away from each other pulling the tension tight and popping it into place. Older decided she could do this by putting one end under her couch and crouching and placing her body on the other side. Might have worked too, had the other end not slipped out from under the couch knocking Older in the head, splitting it open requiring super glue, and knocking her loopy for a few minutes.

Score: Mid-sis - 1 Older - 0 (Ultimate winner - ME for knowing better and getting to laugh at both of them)

Who Let Them Out Alone?

Today must have been "man shop alone" day in Wal Mart. I saw more than a handful of men, all alone with their shopping baskets, grocery lists, and cell phones. One was on the phone with his wife asking exactly what does the package look like; another was just parked, confused AND sideways in the narrow aisle; one was muttering to himself something to the effect of "if its not what she wants, I'll just eat it myself!"; and my personal favorite - the one who gave up - he was hijacking women as they walked by, "Hey where's the Lean Cuisine? Hey, where's the olive oil?"

Wonder if it had something to do with the full moon?

March 19, 2011

Happy Birthday Dillon. We spent today (the 19th) in Tulsa first at Toys R Us, then Barnes and Noble, Academy Sports, and finally Bass Pro. Talk about a "boys" day! I love you sweet man. You make me smile everyday.