Saturday, February 06, 2016

Another Saturday, Another Basketball Roadtrip!

We are in the basketball home stretch; games end later this month, and, with the poor record that the Varsity has, it's unlikely that we will qualify for post-season games.

The Cub is ok with that; he's already jonesing for baseball.

In the meantime, we have two more away games, including one in Aspen later today. The Cub has already left to catch the team bus and I am putzing around, getting ready to pick up my fellow Booster moms for the two-and-a-half hour trip.

I'm really enjoying these trips. I've enjoyed getting to know these ladies and watching the boys play is worth any time spent on the road.

Not that I'm not looking forward to baseball road trips.

Just sayin'.

Thursday, February 04, 2016

Throwback Thursday: A Boy and His Dog

It's been crazy busy all up in here, hence the lack of regular posting. I'm juggling two jobs, a kid and a half (The Teenager requires less attention but she's still ma baybee!), a basketball schedule that seems determined to kill me, Booster obligations that, while fun, are also time-consuming, and all of the other duties required in the seamless running of a household.

I'm lucky I have time to write at all. Or, you know, time to throw a bunch of old pictures up and call it good. In my defense, puppy!


It's been a pleasure watching these two grow up together. They still cuddle on the living room floor, in pretty much the exact same place and in the exact same position.

A family really isn't complete without a dog. At least, that's how I feel.

Oh, that reminds me...must pick up dog food...better add that to the crazy list of stuff I should be doing instead of writing.

Poor neglected blog.

Tuesday, February 02, 2016

Lying Liars Who Lie

Punxsutawney Phil emerged from his burrow this morning, and, unlike in years past, did not see his shadow. According to the experts, this means that we will have an early spring.

I've heard that bullshit from that furry rodent before.

My prediction is eight more weeks of winter, followed by a cold and muddy late spring, blending into a too-short summer.

Now, I'm going to crawl back into my burrow, where I will hibernate until the fireworks explode over the lake on the 4th of July.

Ha! I wish.

Guess I'll pull on my snow boots and head to work.

Sunday, January 31, 2016

When the Going Gets Tough, The Tough Get...Scrapping?

It has been snowing all day here in Petticoat Junction. Hugh and the Cub have shoveled once and I am relatively certain that their efforts were about as effective as shoveling sand from the dessert with a teaspoon. If it keeps snowing at this rate, we will have a devil of a time burrowing out tomorrow.

But, I'll think about that in the morning.

While the snow came down, I was tucked comfortably away in my scrapbooking room, making a valiant attempt at catching up on the Man-Cub's scrapbook. I can now report: I am still six years behind, but, that is slightly less behind than I was when I started.

It's progress, and, I'll take it.

I can't tell you how nice it is to be able to start on a page layout and not to have to put it all away when I run out of time to work on it; when I scrapped in my mudroom, I was forever having to do that and it slowed my progress down to a trickle.

With my new room, all I have to do when I run out of time is walk away. There is no need to clear counter space for laundry, mail,  or groceries. And, it's that much easier to just pick up where I left off when I return.


The only thing left to do in the room is to paint the farmhouse table black and white, to make it go with the d├ęcor a little better. Oh, and I do want to find a couple of smaller, four-pane windows to re-do as picture frames for the empty wall space; that will have to wait for warmer weather, when I can get out to the flea markets, again.

Speaking of warmer weather, I'm sure my feathered friends would also prefer a day of sunshine. Or, you know, a scrapbooking room where they could while away the weather instead of freezing their feathers off.

Assuming birds would enjoy scrapbooking, that is.


Poor birds.

Saturday, January 30, 2016

Quote of the Year

The Man-Cub had a pretty rough day, today; the JV game got really physical, the Cub got really aggressive, and, his body got really beaten up. Actually, one specific part of his body got really beaten up, and, it's not the part that a guy particularly wants to have injured. This led to him making a statement that the crowd deemed the best thing they had heard all season: "I'm not going to have any balls left after basketball!"

I hope he's wrong; I would like grandchildren, eventually.

Thursday, January 28, 2016

What Is This World Coming To?

When you can't even trust your co-workers not to each your sandwich?

It's like End Times, people; prepare your bunkers, accordingly.

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Damned If You Do, Damned If... Well, You Know the Rest

I've been stewing over something for a week, now. I've told myself that it's not as big a deal as my brain is making it out to be, and, in the grand scheme of things, I'm sure it's not. BUT, I'm totally going to bitch about it, anyway. Who knows, maybe bitching about it will get it out of my system and I'll be able to stop stewing over it.


At last week's Booster Club meeting, after we had addressed the items on our agenda, one of the newer members asked if she could add an item. We aren't a formal bunch by any means, so, we told her to go for it. Her "item" was actually a pretty passionate complaint about "certain" athletes getting special treatment when it came to the locker decorating that we organize during Homecoming week and the week immediately following Christmas break.

"Certain" athletes?

Yeah, I think she meant these guys...

Tonia, our President Extraordinaire, listened patiently while the new member railed against the unfairness of the Boosters making an extra effort for a few while the rest of the athletes made do with a simple banner that indicated their name and which sport they played.

When she eventually wound down, Tonia very sweetly and calmly explained that the Boosters were responsible for those simple banners, one for each and every athlete in the school, plus, a number of athletes who are homeschooled and don't actually have lockers upon which to hang them (we send those home with the athletes); the rest of the decorating is done by parents-all of whom are invited to do so by email, through the school announcements, and by the coaches of each sport. Tonia went on to say that, while she understands that not all parents will be able to take advantage of the opportunity, it was made available, so, she felt that the Boosters had done their due diligence.

Furthermore, the parents of those "certain" athletes (the moms, mostly) had gotten together to make the decorations for their sons' lockers, and, they had decided to also make decorations for the rest of the male athletes in that particular class, not because they are super-speshul snowflakes, but, because they are a pretty tight group of boys and because they (the moms) are aware that some of the boys' families have time and/or financial constraints that prevented them from participating.

The new member said she appreciated the information but that she still felt that it was unfair to the athletes whose parents didn't participate, and, in the interest of fairness, maybe we shouldn't invite parents to participate at all; the simple banners could suffice as the decorations for Spirit Week.

Tonia, again, very sweetly, explained that, as the Booster Club President, she understood the new members position and appreciated her for bringing it to the attention of the group. Then, she explained, also, very sweetly, actually, possibly even more sweetly than was strictly necessary, that, as a parent, she was very sad for the kids whose parents were unable/unwilling/uninvolved, etc. That said, she would also be damned if her kid was going to suffer in the name of fairness.

Then, she smiled, toasted us all with her wine, and adjourned the meeting.

For the record, I am firmly on Team Tonia, and, while my heart also goes out to the kids who are gypped out of cool things because they have parents who, for whatever reason, don't participate; I also know that life is not fair.

So, why am I still stewing about it an entire week later?

I wish I knew.