Friday night was the Man-Cub’s last night of football camp. Hugh and I spent the hour and a half lounging on the grass on the football field while The Girl walked around the track. Once she starts Middle School, she told us; she will be expected to run many, many miles around the track in PE class and she just wanted to be prepared. Which, would make exactly ONE time in the history of her PE experience that she has shown any desire whatsoever to participate; I think I might like Middle School after all.
Ok, not really. But, walk on, daughter! Walk on!
The Cub enjoyed the camp immensely. He might have been the smallest kid on the field but, he has heart.
Like Keanu Reeves in The Replacements. Only, without the line dancing.
Where was I? Oh, yes...so, The Cub practiced throwing passes and showed great talent in receiving and he tackled the practice dummy-thingie-me-bopper (yes, Father; I’m sure it does have an actual name but I don’t know what it is) like a pro. All in all, even though the jersey they gave him to wear during the practice scrimmage looked more like it was wearing him; he kept up with the big boys quite admirably.
I’m still not sold on the whole football thing though.
Hugh: He’s only the smallest kid out there because he is the youngest.
Hugh: We could start working out together; build up his upper-body strength a little.
Chelle: That’s a great idea; I’ve heard that the heads on those mascot costumes weigh a ton.
Hugh: That’s just wrong.
After camp, we went out to dinner. I had been craving lo mein noodles all day, so we went to our favorite Chinese buffet after which we went home to catch up on our Netflix queue. We watched Are We Done Yet which I quickly renamed Is It Over Yet. Luckily, we also had The Shooter, which redeemed the evening. Well, that and the economy-sized box of Milk Duds.
Just going to prove that my life is all excitement and intrigue; I spent the majority of Saturday and Sunday at home where I made a valiant attempt to catch up on the kids’ scrapbooks. I can proudly say that I am only behind on The Girl’s book by six months.
Hold your applause; the Man-Cub’s is still over a year behind and I have yet to start on the thousand and ten photos that we took at Disney World last year.
In short; I suck. Don't you wish you were me?
You know what doesn’t suck? The fact that The Barbies are less than a week away from moving back to Colorado! Soon, my nephew will be close enough for me to corrupt in the manner to which I aspire.
Mwah, ha, ha, ha!
Yeah, like I said; this entry has no point; see above: I suck.