Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Mud Pies

I sometimes love syncing my phone.  All the photos that come across are cute little memories from things we've done or things that are important to the kids.  So many times, I hear, "mom, can I take a picture of that?"  I love my phone for THAT feature.  So, so much easier than hunting down the camera and doing it the old fashioned way.  Check out these awesome mud pies!  I mean, come on, those are TOTALLY photo worthy!!

In the last two weeks . . .

In the last two weeks, we have done two gymnastics meets in two states, 10 gymnastic practices, 4 volleyball practices, two camps, TKD testing and several classes, been to the doctor twice, the pharmacy twice for two cases of strep throat.  

I have so much to post.
But I think I'll be digging out for a few more days.

Monday, February 18, 2013

National Cherry Month . . . .

Middle is reading the table tent at Village Inn. 
It's an advertisement for the new White Chocolate Cherry Dream Cheesecake. 
It's new. 
And special. 
In honor of National Cherry Month. 

And Middle suddenly looks confused. 
And she blurts out, 

"How can that be, because I thought it was National Black History Month!" 
Perhaps since I can't find the time to sit down and create a decent post, I'll begin mobile blogging. The heck with labels and tags.   And titles.  I'll figure it out later.  Or not.

I have a happy thought today.    I officially made the last payment to preschool.  Yes, indeed-ie.  That's it and that's all.  No mas.  This will carry Mimi through the semester and then . . . glory be and pass the peas  . . . no more money out for preschool or child care.  Ah, I can sure use that cash!!

Thursday, February 14, 2013

For my Valentine . . . .

If Not For You
If not for you, I wouldn’t know
What true love really meant.
I’d never feel this inner peace;
I couldn’t be content.
If not for you, I’d never have
The pleasures of romance.
I’d miss the bliss, the craziness,
Of love’s sweet, silly dance.
I have to feel your tender touch;
I have to hear your voice;
No other one could take your place;
You’re it; I have no choice.
If not for you, I’d be adrift;
I don’t know what I’d do;
I’d be searching for my other half,
Incomplete, if not for you.
By Joanna Fuchs

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

To be kind is more important that to be right. Many times, what people need is not a brilliant mind that speaks but a special heart that listens.  F. Scott Fitzgerald.

Monday, February 04, 2013

See, here's the thing . . . .

The thing is . . . . I have been busy as hell.  One of those periods of time where I'm not sure if I've lost my horse or found a rope.  Every spare second of time seems to be filled with readjusting, re-evaluating and making a new list of the hundred million things I need to do.  I'm overwhelmed and overcome juggling all of the balls.  Or is it plates.  Shit, I'm not even sure.  All I know is that sometimes, I pause, have a senior moment, re-evaluate and think, "did I just have a seizure . . . . oh, wait . . . okay, the hamster's back on the wheel."

Work:  We added a ginormous group over the holidays.  Big.  In a new state.  Lots of providers.  Lots of work.  Busy with the transition.

MOTH:  Has been traveling so I've been extra busy getting everyone where they need to be.  On-time doesn't usually cross me.  I'm always on time.

Big:  Club volleyball season is upon us.  We are officially two tournaments into the season.  She's playing like a champ and her team is starting to gel.  We are on the road again this weekend.  My only wish is that the tournaments were in better locations.  Seems like we visit shithole after shithole.  

Middle:  The gymnast has officially made her re-entry into the competitive season with The Pikes Peak Cup.  After a mildly traumatic fiasco with her coaches the week of the event, she got pissed and did the damn skill.  She ended up competing bars, floor and vault.  She placed 4th on vault.  She placed 8th on bars, with an over-rotation and a fall on her dismount.  So, THAT was awesome!  Her bar set looked amazing!  She was super excited for floor.  Her routine looked great and she showed it off well, but it didn't score well.  Turns out, she was missing a required element in the routine.  She came away really frustrated because she was looking so-forward to floor.  I'm hoping the coaches can fix that before our next meet in Dallas.

Little:  He's testing for his level three blue belt on Saturday.  He's wild.  Just plain, curly haired, loud-ass wild.  That's all I have to say about that.  He's walking that 3rd grade slim, fine line between speaking up for himself and developing a sense of humor and being a complete smart ass.  I'm inclined to laugh and bust him out all at once!

Mimi:  Mimi has had RSV, my friend and yours.  Fever, strep, respiratory crud.  It sucked.  Usually, I kind of like having the break of a sick kid at home.  It forces me to stop, slow down, provide primary care to a person I love.  It fills me up and makes me feel whole.  But when I'm chasing my tail and don't know where to start, it's rough to provide care to a little sick one.  Still . . . she's getting better and I'm getting things done.  She's taken to laying under my desk and coloring, which suits us both just fine.