Saturday, March 22, 2008

The Big Earred Rabbit!

The boys and I have been walking/running for the last couple of weeks. Now that things are slowing down we can do this. We always enjoy it. Since I'm packing and hanging out with my parents for the weekend we went and did our walk early this morning. While walking we come up on some road kill, of course with further investigation from Sean he's says it's a bunny rabbit. EWWWW. I try not to look and just get past as fast as I can. Evan is behind us, walking slowly past the dead rabbit when he's yells.

"Oh no, not the Easter Bunny!"

Sean assures him that it's not the Easter Bunny because the Easter Bunny has bigger ears.

So rest assured the Easter Bunny will still be coming around tonight.

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Use your Head!

Why does one child like to read everything he can get his hands on and the other had rather be outside playing with whatever he can get his hands on?

At least they are both working their brains, I can't complain!


Last Saturday the boys of course had a soccer game and the team they were playing was undefeated same as us. So the game starts off pretty good and everyone is playing fine, we are up five to nothing and by the third quarter the other team's parents had had enough and were yelling at our boys for pushing and the ref not calling them and giving a penalty kick. 1. Our teams boys were not pushing anymore than normal and most of the aggressiveness was just them running into each other going after the ball. 2. The ref didn't give us two more goals that the goalie had to retreive out of the goal, but she said it didn't go in? So maybe she was blind.

But anyway, the boys on the other team got a little vocal with our boys and most of ours just ignored the behavior and went on and played. One little boy didn't and got mad and said something back. Then the parent of this boy got mad and almost started a fight after the game. I mean parents rolling around fighting on the kid's soccer field, Can you even imagine? Seriously?

So the problem with all this is, these kids are 7-9 years old. None are paying a mortgage yet, none have been accepted to college on a soccer scholarship, none have been invited to play in the Olympics so why get so mad? Why?

Did I mention I'm so excited for my break from all this crazy!!! I'm doing a happy dance.

Monday, March 10, 2008

What will I do with my time?

We've been playing soccer nonstop since last July and we also threw in some basketball there too. We normally go straight from Spring soccer to Baseball, but not this year. Neither boy wants to play Baseball this year. So mid April, I'm going to have time on my hands that I haven't had in awhile. Can I get into shape? Can I do things on my own? Can I actually possibly have a nice weekend away with my husband? Oh the possibilities. I'm really kinda giddy about it. I just pray I use it all wisely!

In two weeks, we also are taking a family vacation to Washington, DC. I'm excited about that too, the boys loved the movie National Treasure and there's a National Tresure tour. Too cool. I love visiting the big city every once in awhile. After my trip there last October to see Cam, Jan and Cameron, I feel like I can tackle it all this time. They want to see all the sights, so it should be really fun. Let's hope anyway.

Tuesday, March 04, 2008

LOL, Reasons I don't go to the Gym!!!


If you read this without laughing out loud, there is something wrong with you.. This is dedicated to everyone who ever attempted to get into a regular workout routine.

Dear Diary,

For my birthday this year, my daughter (the dear) purchased a week of personal training at the local health club for me.
Although I am still in great shape since being a high school football cheerleader 43 years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a try.

I called the club and made my reservations with a personal trainer named Belinda, who identified herself as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and model for athletic clothing and swim wear. My daughter seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress.


Started my day at 6:00 a.m. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Belinda waiting for me. She is something of a Greek goddess - with blonde hair,dancing eyes and a dazzling white smile. Woo Hoo!! Belinda gave me a tour and showed me the machines. I enjoyed watching the skillful way in which she conducted her aerobics class after my workout today. Very inspiring!

Belinda was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, although my gut was already aching from holding it in the whole time she was around. This is going to be a FANTASTIC week-!!


I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door.

Belinda made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air then she put weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made the full mile. Belinda's rewarding smile made it all worthwhile. I feel GREAT-!! It's a whole new life for me.


The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals. Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer or stop. I parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot.

Belinda was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered other club members. Her voice is a little too perky for early in the morning and when she scolds, she gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying. My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Belinda put me on the stair monster. Why the Hell would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators? Belinda told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life. She said some other shit too.


Belinda was waiting for me with her vampire-like teeth exposed as her thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I couldn't help being a half an hour late, it took me that long to tie my shoes.

Belinda took me to work out with dumbbells. When she was not looking, I ran and hid in the restroom. She sent another skinny bitch to find me. Then, as punishment, she put me on the rowing machine -- which I sank.


I hate that bitch Belinda more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world. Stupid, skinny, anemic, anorexic little cheerleader. If there was a part of my body I could move without unbearable pain, I would beat her with it.

Belinda wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps! And if you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me the damned barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich. The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher.

Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the drama coach or the choir director?


Belinda left a message on my answering machine in her grating, shrilly voice wondering why I did not show up today. Just hearing her made me want to smash the machine with my planner. However, I lacked the strength to even use the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight hours of the Weather Channel.


I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go and thank GOD that this week is over. I will also pray that next year my daughter (the little shit) will choose a gift for me that is fun -- like a root canal or a hysterectomy. I still say if God had wanted me to bend over, he would have sprinkled the floor with diamonds!!!