Friday, December 02, 2016

Friday Favorites: Basketball in Mayberry Edition

BCPE and I are hunkered down at my mom's house in Mayberry; we got here yesterday just in time for the boys' first basketball game of the season, which took place at a tournament held in a community about thirty minutes to the south. Unfortunately, the boys lost the game, but, not by much and not because they were out-skilled. The referees were a huge part of the loss, but, bitching about that makes us sound like sore losers, so I'll just say that we are hoping for more consistent reffing at today's game.

On the bright side, all of the Mom Squad made it to the game, so we got our first selfie of the (last) season, and that is a favorite for sure.


Also, Mom got to be a part of it, and, since she is a favorite of all the other ladies, that's a bonus.

We have one game scheduled for today and another for tomorrow, which means we traveled three hours for three games over the course three days. If three was my lucky number, I would be in heaven right now, but, it's not, so, it's a good thing that the girls' team is also here for the tournament so we will actually be watching six games over the three days. That makes the economics of traveling this far a little more palatable.

Oh, who am I kidding? I've traveled three hours for one game more often than not and haven't complained. The things we do for our kids, right?

Because our boys are our most favoritest thing of all (new word alert!)

Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Opting Out

December starts tomorrow.

What?!

How did that happen so fast? That means Christmas is twenty-six days away. Twenty-six days in which to bake, shop, wrap, package and mail stuff you shopped for and wrapped, write cards, and, if you are really lucky, rest, relax, enjoy, and revel in the Christmas Spirit.

I don't know about you, but, I tend to miss out on the rest, relaxation, enjoyment, and revelry more often than not. Not this year, though; this year, I am opting out of events or activities that I feel will push me out of the Enjoyment Zone and straight into Holiday Overload and Frustrationville.

Item number one that I will be skipping: Decorating my door for the annual office decorating contest. I share the office with two people, let them figure it out if they so desire.

Item number two: The naughty Christmas sweater party that Hugh and I have been invited to. Hugh will actually be out of town the day of the party and, just the thought of trying to come up with a clever sweater makes me itch, never mind gathering the supplies necessary to pull one off. I can drink wine at home alone and scratch less.

Item number three: My women's club's annual holiday party. It stopped being a Christmas party several years ago, and, frankly, I'm not in the mood to play the politically correct game this year. I'll stay in and watch The Little Drummer Boy on DVD instead.

Item number four: Present overload. I am scaling back on my shopping this year, mainly because we are trying to save money for a trip to Hawaii, but also because my loved ones have been pretty clear about not needing a lot more crap in their lives.

Item number five: Anything I am asked to do/invited to attend/encouraged to participate in, etc. that I don't feel the need to do/attend/be a part of.

I'm really feeling good about this. I wonder why I didn't think of it earlier?

Monday, November 28, 2016

Knock, Knock, Knockin' on Fifty's Door

Today is my 48th birthday, which is just crazy; I don't feel 48. On a good day, I barely feel 28. Ok, maybe not quite 28, but 38 at the oldest. You know, except for those days when my body is achy and my finger joints are swollen and I can't read the label on a soup can; maybe on those days I feel closer to 48. Or, 108, either way.

Today, though, I feel pretty good. It doesn't hurt that I was thoroughly and completely spoiled by my friends and family, including gifts of wine, chocolate, coffee, an antique camera, a set of lighting reflectors for Serendipity Designs, and a second Roomba, whom I have already named Alice and assigned to life on the second floor where she will henceforth be known as Alice, the Upstairs Maid.

It's been a very good day.

Tomorrow, I am going to dedicate myself to improving my physical health so that I may continue to feel slightly younger than my chronological age, but, for tonight, I am going to indulge in that chocolate and wine. Age has its' privileges, after all.

Sunday, November 27, 2016

Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree

Queen B made it down this evening to help us decorate the Christmas tree, officially ending my holiday decorating preparations for the Christmas season, can I get a hallelujah!

I have to admit that, despite the exhaustion, two broken fingernails, a seriously pulled muscle in my neck, and general soreness in every muscle of my body, the house looks great and I am thatmuch closer to feeling the Christmas spirit.

Seeing the Man-Cub's delight in every musical and/or animated ornament that he placed on the tree didn't hurt, either, nor did his discovery of an ornament that he made when his hand was quite a bit smaller...



...believe it or not, that's his tiny little palm print disguised as snowmen. I...give me a second... I've got something in my eye.

And, I'm back.

This year, it was Queen B's turn to place the star on the tree, and, Hugh was determined to assist her in pretty much the way that he has since she was small; while he managed the feat without breaking his back, it's probably a good thing that our Aflac policy is up to date.


Anyway, the tree is up, the cocoa bar is open for business, and actual presents have been purchased (not nearly as many as should have been by now, but, I'm working on it).




Bring on the holiday.

Saturday, November 26, 2016

Jingle Bells, Silver Bells, Goofballs Ringing Bells

Tis the season! Hugh and the Man-Cub raced back to Petticoat Junction yesterday so that the Cub wouldn't miss practice last night. Today, I raced back so that I wouldn't miss a chance to see the Cub and his teammates ringing bells for the Salvation Army.

Coach volunteered the team for the duty all day today and the Cub's assigned time of 3:00-4:00 made it just late enough in the day to be chilly, so, I made sure to arrive with hot cocoa.

I'm so proud of the boys for jumping in to help without complaint and I'm impressed with our new coach who, understands both the fine art of team building and the importance of community spirit. This is yet another reason that I know the boys are going to have a winning season, even if they lose.


Friday, November 25, 2016

As We Emerge From the Turkey Coma...

I ate my weight in stuffing yesterday and I have the bloat to show for it. I would feel bad about that, but, it only happens once a year, so, not so much.

Besides, I spent the day running off the calories with my sisters; we did some Christmas shopping, grabbed some coffees, and, scouted locations for a photo shoot that my younger sister and her son sat for later in the day. In reality, I probably burned far more calories than I ingested, which is why I feel no guilt for diving into the leftovers again this evening.

Once a year, people! Once a year!

Anyhoodle, here are some pictures that I took of Barbie and my nephew; surely I burned a few calories pressing the shutter button, right?










Thursday, November 24, 2016

And This is Why I'm Thankful For That Guy Who Created Facetime

Thanksgiving without the Queen has been odd; several times today, I thought of something that she would get a kick out of so I would get up to go and tell her, just to remember that, oh yes, she's not actually here.

Thankfully (that is the theme of the day), she must have sensed my distress long-distance, and, during dinner, she conspired with the Cub to join us in whatever way possible.



And, while we did inadvertently sit her down on the kitchen table for a short period of time when the connection got a little wonky, it wasn't because we don't love her and weren't absolutely thrilled to have her join us at the Thanksgiving table, because, we certainly do and we totally were.

Modern technology really is a wonderful thing.