Ladders, Bladders & Spiders

Last night, on the way to T-Ball, I was waiting to turn left into the sports complex. There were other cars in front of me, so I was looking around while I waited (and silently cursed myself for not going the way that would enable me to turn right into the complex instead of waiting for these fools in front of me to get on with the show) I looked up in my rear view mirror just in time to see a white pickup truck (who was apparently paying as much attention to driving as I was) stop suddenly behind me. Then I watched as the ladder he had resting on top of the truck flew off, over the front of his truck and whack me in the bumper.

He jumps out of his truck runs over and says through the open sun roof "I don't think it hit you." To which I responded, "Oh yes, it did." So we pulled over into the Taco Bell parking lot (crammed with parents buying nutritious dinners for their children before athletics begin). I get out, he gets out. Sure enough there's a mark. Now, if I drive Beemer or something like that I might have been concerned, or even miffed. However... my sturdy mom-mobile (aka Taurus) has received more severe licks from it's owner than the one that resulted from the flying ladder.

So I told the guy it was ok, and not to worry about it. He asked once if I was sure and then when I responded in the affirmative he quickly sped of lest I change my mind.

Once I got finally got to the T-ball game things went pretty smoothly. Until the bottom half of the first inning. That's when I noticed Bubba Jr. spasmodically jerking about near second base. I went to the fence for a closer look. As I suspected, he was holding his (you know) crossing his legs and dancing about. I tried in vain to get his attention. I briefly considered just hollering, "Son! Do you gotta pee?????" but then I changed my mind, but only after a fierce internal argument. Since I couldn't get Bubba Jr.'s attention I tried to get Clyde's since Clyde was out "coaching" between first and second. After the world's worst charades spectacle Clyde finally got the picture, went over to Bubba Jr. (who was still holding you know and staring at the heavens. I wonder if he was praying he wouldn't pee in his pants?) and sent him to the sidelines. I met him and asked him if he needed to go to the bathroom, to which he loudly responded "yeah mom, I gotta go real bad!" So much for subtlety.

And finally, as if you cared, an update on my Spider game.

I deleted it. Wiped it off my computer. It was mocking me. Ridiculing me. Telling all the other games what a LOO-ZER I am. There was no limit to it's malicious ability to reel me in for another game. and another and another.... at the risk of joining Spider Players Anon I decided to quit cold turkey. I've had a few shakes and one cold sweat. But other than that, I do believe I'm finally winning.

Find Your Wings

There's a new song burning up the Christian charts called Find Your Wings by Mark Harris. It's the song every parent has for their child.

It's only for a moment you are mine to hold
The plans that heaven has for you
Will all too soon unfold
So many different prayers I'll pray
For all that you might do
But most of all I'll want to know
You're walking in the truth
And If I never told you
I want you to know
As I watch you grow

Chorus:
I pray that God would fill your heart with dreams
And that faith gives you the courage
To dare to do great things
I'm here for you whatever this life brings
So let my love give you roots
And help you find your wings

May passion be the wind
That leads you through your days
And may conviction keep you strong
Guide you on your way
May there be many moments
That make your life so sweet
Oh, but more than memories

Chorus:

It's not living if you don't reach for the sky
I'll have tears as you take off
But I'll cheer as you fly

It's so worth a listen.

This weekend - & More stolen stuff

Had a very busy weekend. Got to meet three new babies!!

On Saturday we went to a Blogger dinner hosted by Julie T. She made a fantastic dinner. Here's a picture I stole of Julie & Charleigh

Here are some more pictures I stole from Lisa:

Emily Faith FuBo (aka pageant Princess)

Annsley

Charleigh!

Bubba Jr & his new friend (Annsley's big bro)

On Sunday we went to meet Harley. He is a very sweet boy! It was such a joy to finally get to hold him!

Me holding Harley while Bubba Jr watches.

A gaggle of chillins:

Back row (L to R) My niece, Bubba Jr., & MG holding her lil bro Harley

Front row (L to R) My nephew Shawn-P, Charleigh & my 'nother niece

Thanks to my cousin (MG & Harley's Mom) I have 3 bags of clothes for Charleigh, including the darling dress Charleigh's wearing in the above picture. I won't have to do laundry for the princess for 3 months!

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Thoughts before the weekend

Thoughts (in no particular order) I need to get out of my head before the weekend:

1. FIRE IN THE HOLE! This ought to mess up my commute... I didn't like this station anyway. They don't sell winning lottery tickets no matter how many times I ask them to.

2. Did you know in a pinch you can use your hair-stylin' iron to smooth out wrinkles in your clothes? Pros - Heats in 60 seconds, smooths from both sides, don't have to take off what you're wearing. Cons - none yet, but Bubba Jr. did witness this morning revelation so I'm sure there will be a con coming soon.

3. This week I wore pajamas to work. Actually, they were gauchos, but DANG they feel like wearing PJ's!

4. I "borrowed" a pen off a lady's desk at work. She got fired today. I meant to return it, really.

5. I still suck at Spider. I decided that my fragile ego was getting bruised playing that game so I moved down to the "Easy" level. Guess what!!! I still suck.

6. I almost cried my eyes out when the love of my life was in the bottom three. Clyde tells me he doesn't vote, but I bet after I go to bed he's calling this little number or this one just to spite me! (If you don't like American Idol, don't bother clicking the links in #6)

7. It's a really bad idea to drink a load of caffeine and eat a couple fig newtons before a meeting. Not only are you hyper as all get out, but you've got to GET OUT!

Have a lover-ly weekend!

Lost in Space

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Or somewhere. Evidently I haven't been feeling the draw of my blog in a while. A long while.

So since I've been neglecting it, not much has happened. I can't apologize and say, "But I was.... (fighting forest fires, promoting world peace, curing cancer, or even exercising)" because I wasn't. I was being horrifically lazy. Why? dunno. Suspect you don't care much either. I mean if I don't, why would you?

So here are some pictures of my urchins:

The first two pictures were taken in the outfits I had custom made in China. I know I posted other pictures similiar to this, but I , um, wanted to post these pictures I took in the, um, laundry room. Yeah. The last picture is Charleigh's first SCHOOL picture. Check out that dimple!!!

I think I forget to tell y'all about something I did for the first time. A few weeks back I caught and ate my own food. I know, some of you may think "Big Woo" but for this indoor girl it was a major woo.

I caught a fish. No, I didn't "do" the worm.

No, I didn't take it off the hook.

No, I didn't clean it.

No, I didn't cook it.

I did eat it though. Told ya I was lazy.

I was reading nursery rhymes to the kids the other night and we came across The Little Old Woman Who Lived In a Shoe.

Goes like so:

There was an old woman,

Who lived in a shoe;

She had so many children,

She didn't know what to do.

She gave them some broth,

Without any bread;

She whipped them all soundly

And put them to bed.

Bubba Jr. looked horrified. I, on the other hand, slapped my hand on my thigh, declared I LOVE THIS POEM and read it again.

I took the kids to the dentist. Why is it that the one person who spent the first three years of her LIFE without brushing her teeth the only one not to have a cavity?? Bubba Jr. and I were scolded by the dentist while Charleighitra was praised ad nauseam for her glorifically beati-fantastic teeth. Honestly, she was a perfect angel throughout the whole process. Not suprisingly!

We celebrated our first Easter with Charleigh this past weekend. She looked the picture of spring in her Easter dress, complete with purse and hat. It was a good thing I noticed you could see the flowers on her underwear through her dress before we actually got to church. Bubba Jr. was his usually handsome self. However he refused to let me blowdry his hair so he went looking a little like a creepy Brylcreem advertisement.

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So last night my dad called me to ask me if I was watching the game. Heh? OH. That basketball game. Okay, no. Not planning on watching it.

I spent the evening reading a book (Jodi Picoult's "Keeping Faith," which I highly recommend.) Clyde did turn on the basketball game. I didn't want to watch, much less listen so I put my earplugs in, but surreptitiously stole glances over my book just to see who was winning.

I went to bed somewhere around 10:30, which is late for me. I'm sure it had nothing to do with this little voice in my head that kept saying, "Make the shot, fool!"

So anyway, without any further ado, may I present your 2006 NCAA Tournament Champion:

Moi

Yeah, I know it's so wrong.