Tuesday, February 28, 2012

the weekend

inspiration this morning will have to come from a spring scented candle or a vase filled with tulips because, laaawwwwd...the weather outside is not helping any.

it's been raining and cloudy and foggy for, like 2 months.

the dog doesn't even remember what it's like to play football in the backyard.  he only knows tiptoing through puddles on a leash and being told, "no" everytime he even thinks about exploring the rest of the backyard...what used to be his playground.

i've got to get some spring cleaning done.  and by spring cleaning...i mean, simply getting the rings scrubbed out of the toilet and, maybe the occational floor mopped, if i'm lucky.

this weekend was a fun one.  but tiring.

friday night was a rare...but needed...girl's night.  i got together with some of my favorite friends to celebrate dea's birthday.  that meant a drive to the woodlands and a few-and-far-between slumber party.

the drive provided a sunset, skyline view that never ceases to suggest that maybe we should have rolled out the red carpet for it.


aiden went with me to hang back and have a slumber party of her own with dea's daughter.  and once we got the kids and her husband settled...we made our way out into the night.

it always feels strange to be headed somewhere...anywhere...without any children.  it's as if a long, lost life is whipering...

"pssst...hey...remember me?  the life you used to live?  where you could head out into the night with friends to find whatever shenanigans were lurking around the corner whenever you wanted?"

and i always silently reply...

"yeah...i remember you.  and truth be told...i don't miss you at all.  actually...in about 2 hours...i'm gonna start really missing the familiarity and comfort of my man, who knows every little thing about me and unconditionally loves me anyway and the 4 little disheveled babes that always find their way to be saddled up to my side...where they fit just perfectly."

but in the meantime...

i really can be known to either be laughing really loud or making good on a triple dog dare.

take this fella, for instance.

we found out that he was some sort of famous, vip, crazy, super rich guy that never fails to drop over $2,000 on his meal.  he stuck out like a sore thumb and had rose petals everywhere and a very obvious jewerly box propped up for his date.  i was facinated by this scene...right out of the gate.  it's a lifestyle that is so unbelievably foreign to me.  so...duh...i had to keep an eye on what was going on over there.  like how can two people eat enough and drink enough to spend $2,000?  i neeeeeded to know.


and claire needed to know too.  she was the only other one that was willing to ask the necessary questions to our waiter.  let's face it.  our "we are totally proper and trying to appear amazingly cool" ship has sailed.

cue her triple dog dare to ask him to take our picture.

and i'm the idiot in the movie who you are yelling at:

"DON'T DO IT!!!  JUST SAY NO!!!  YOU WILL MAKE A FOOL OF YOURSELF!!!  WHO CARES IF IT'S A DARE!!!  DARE'S ARE FOR FOOLS!!!"

who does it anyway.



in my opinion...he could have tried a little harder.  how hard is it to center a picture?

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we moved it on next door to hear a live band.  i may or may not have requested johnny cash...making the lead singer laugh and then talk the drummer into singing folsom prison.  this started the place hoppin (as apposed to the crap, boring music they were playing) and a couple actual jumped up and started jitter buggin.  i was pretty proud of myself...until the guy who was dancing tripped over the band's amp...knocking the base guitarist's mic stand out of the way...and landed on the floor.

we took that as a sign that we needed to make our exit.


so...dancing was the obvious choice.


she got herself stuck on the floor board of the back seat.

so what?


and these two...had a party of their own and had worn themselves, slap out.  singing and dancing to taylor swift can really take it out of ya.


colt's last basketball game of the season was saturday.


we love the coach.


i love that he has a job in ministry just as much as the next person...but the guy can coach.

i'm convinced that he would make a great living as a basketball coach.  i've never seen him more in his element as when he is coaching kids to play ball.

it's really amazing.


he knows just how to target each kid and get them playing to the very best of their ability.


including this kid.


it's official.  my good camera is broken.

i took it in and the lense is a gonner.  which is no good at all because to replace it would cost $800.


originally, these action shots would be crystal clear...but now it can't focus appropriately.

i'm quite sad about it.




i took the next picture to show why this particular team match up had me thinking "teen wolf" the whole game.

look who my son is matched up against!!!!

it's like david and goliath.

colt is 11 and this kid is a 7th grade beast!


colt never backed down or showed any sign of giving up.  he played tough and aggressively.

and when he dribbled circles around goliath and made lay-ups over michael j. fox as a wolf...

i puffed up with mama pride.


at the end of the season...i love it when chad presents him with a hand-shake, a trophy, and words of honor and respect at the player that he was throughout the season.


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and last night...at this sight,

i puffed up with mama pride again.

there is something about watching an older sibling come alongside to help a younger one.


and i'm tellin' you what.

he explained it to him better than i ever could have.

and he made chase feel smart and capable and important better than i ever could have.

 

and that's when i think that siblings are one of the greatest things ever invented.


smoothies and bread with olive oil...

dinner of champions.


she had already had her bath.

that's pretty much par for the course.

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ok...

i'm going to turn off the computer, light a spring candle, find me a tulip or two, and take advantage of the last 30 minutes of the sesame street power hour.

sister will watch her some sesame street on occation.  and when she does...

it's time for the whirlwind blow-by cleaning.


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