Today....I hit a pole

It was a dark and rainy morning....ha ha. Actually the storms knocked over our basketball goal this morning after Chris had left for work. The goal just happened to be right behind the garage door, effectively blocking me in. So, my brilliant idea was to gently push it with the back bumper of my car until I could maneuver around it. The previous owners of our house had put their basketball goal in concrete, so that when the winds blew it over, it left a cement filled pole sticking up about 2 feet out of the ground. Yeah, you can't really see it from the drivers side of a car. Especially if you are focusing on the basketball goal behind you and the bicycles to your left, and the torrential rain, and....OK, FINE, I hit the blasted thing. (This word is nicer than the one I used earlier) Now I have a lovely dent and scrape in my car.

I should have called in sick!

With friends like these...

So, yesterday was my birthday. This verse was printed inside a card I received from a friend of mine. (back of card says it was written by Susan Malachowski for Leanin Tree, dont want to break any laws here)

Do the boobs sorta droop and

the buns sorta sag?

Has the chin multiplied

and the eyes kinda bagged?

Do your legs kinda ripple

as you run toward the fridge?

Have your maidenhood tresses

turned into drab frizz?

Lets face it, you're labeled,

and there just ain't no cure,

but for diplomacy's sake

let's just say you're

MATURE!

Thanks to Charmion, I feel SOOOOOO loved!

Oh and her link is to the right, let her know how clever you think she is.

(busbysbuzz)

Sooooo NOT funny

This weekend was absolutely beautiful here. The weather hit low to mid 70's and we played outside. I even had doors and windows open. I started looking at my dead empty flower beds and planning what to plant, began thinking about new trees and rose bushes, putting some turf builder on the lawn....but then...

overnight a 40 degree (!!!!) temperature drop and forecasts calling for SNOW. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! That is just wrong. Remember back in the 80's when you'd tell someone something really cool and then go PSYCH! Spring just gave us a big ol' PSCYH and turned away.

Cyclical

Basketball at the Boys and Girls Club ends this week for Dillon and next for Masen. I've had a great time coaching but am not unhappy to see it end! Driving back to town five nights a week is getting old. HOWEVER, that light at the end of the tunnel is nothing more than baseball and softball signups! Yep, they have already begun gearing up for spring activities at the B/G Club. Oh yeah, and we still have dance recital, guitar recital and one more ballet competition to go before we get the entire month of July off. Hear that weird sound? Its my butt draggin'.

Maybe he can teach his Dad...

This morning Dillon comes running into my bedroom doing the pee pee dance:

Dillon: Mom can I use your bathroom, Sissy is in ours and I gotta go BAD.

Me: Yes, son, go ahead.

Then I hear.....ready, aim...FIRE.

Hey, at least he aims.

Whats for lunch?

Lean Cuisine Roasted Potatoes, Broccoli and cheese sauce. Stinks, but very tasty.

Hey Swarovski...rhinestone THIS!

I spent sunday night finishing Macy's competition dress. I sat in the living room floor watching the American Gladiator's finale with Chris with a bottle of glue, a pink and blue dress, a crayon, and a few hundred rhinestones. The child is going to look like a disco ball when she does her pirouettes. This entire process is foreign to me, even after having one competition season under my belt, as the only thing I was interested in growing up was basketball, and oh yeah, basketball. Heyyyy, maybe I can rhinestone me a basketball, hmm...Anyway, I am so proud of her, what it takes to get on that stage and perform, the confidence, the work, she is amazing to me in so many ways. I get told a lot (more than I care to hear it) that "your kids are too busy" or "they do too much". And, pushing aside the reflex to tell them to bite my ***, I can see their point. In my defense, however, my kids are not forced to do anything. The activities they are involved in, they ask to be. And as long as they enjoy it, work at it, and are making A's in school, they will be allowed to try whatever they want to try, with my 100% support. I want my kids to find their "passions", to find out who they are and what makes them happy. How can they do that if they don't have those opportunities? I think they are both limitless in their abilities and I never want to be the one to limit them.

Now, where is my glue gun?