Low key kind of day

I bought a mini trampoline today. I figured if I am going to try to get myself moving more, I'd need some fun ways to do it.

C-man slept at a friend's house last night. After being gone all week, I missed the little squirt.

Besides having to pee nonstop, I have noticed very little difference in being on all these steroids. Ick.

We have a party at a friend's house tomorrow. I probably should figure out what we are going to make. Fruit is always a safe one.

My latest Gabriel Allon book arrived. Apparently I preordered from both Amazon and BN. Oops. At least the BN one was a signed copy.

The weekly homemade yogurt making has been going swimmingly. I have been eating it with Grandma's peaches and having a minor heart attack of joy each time.

I voted to see Batman tonight but was overruled. Everyone else wants to stay home. Guess it is a date with Gabriel since I just can't bear to watch Wolverine vs Hulk one more time.

Back again

I'm back from my week in Boston. The training was good. The location of the training was even better - right next to Boston Commons and the Public Gardens. Each morning, even though it was well into the 80s and ridiculously humid, I made a conscious decision to get up early, grab breakfast, and go to sit in the gardens and watch the elderly Chinese women do their Tai Chi or sing their morning prayers. One morning I shared my egg and sausage bagel with a homeless guy named Ted. He told me I shouldn't eat sausage because it is bad for my health. (The irony of a guy who sleeps on park benches lecturing me on my health while we were watching other people do their exercise was not lost on me.)

Interestingly enough, the training I went to was all about how to help yourself and others make behavioral changes. In going through it, I have a renewed energy to improve my own health. In my head, the intent is always there. And I definitely have the knowledge of how to do it. But in practice, I've been crap at it because I'm so poorly self-motivated. So I think I have a real plan to get myself moving. Movement is the only way I ever feel better, yet the pain is what stops me. And that's a vicious circle for me. Which means it is time to re-energize on the topic and start moving myself.

So thanks, Ted. I'm officially cutting down on the sausage.

Peekaboo

Circle of love

As I am in Boston for the week, I'll definitely be missing my little circle of love back home.

Monday mugging

I've been feeling so crummy about myself lately, so I haven't been doing any self-portraits. I decided nothing gets you back into the swing of things than by showing yourself at your "finest". She's sexy and she knows it.

Distant Friends

Once upon a time, I had a baby boy. And I was nervous whether I was "doing it right". And I was nervous that I was "doing it all wrong". And I knew all the things I did not want to do, but needed help in doing what I wanted to do.

In this search for like mindedness, I stumbled upon a message board of the type of parenting style we mostly subscribe to. People came and went on the board, but there were definite regulars asking questions from discipline to sleepless nights to nutrition. The site who hosted the board started to become a pain, but the group wanted, or should I even say needed, to stay together. It was about the time that people were just starting to mainstream into Facebook. And so a group was formed on Facebook of about 30 ladies from all over North America.

Since then, we've grown along with our children. From those discussions about ear aches to discussions about marriage to recommendations for vacations to walking with people through their divorces to celebrating new babies to choosing kids' schools and anything and everything in between. We know parts of each others' lives that most near us do not. It's really become an incredibly special group of very diverse women.

And today, one of those special friends was in town for a conference, so we met up for breakfast. There was no awkwardness that I'd worried would exist. There was no searching for things to say. It was like sitting down with an old friend. Because that's really who she is to me. What an amazing thing that is.

Uncle

I'm going into my third week of feeling kind of miserable. And by kind of, I don't mean kind of at all. Which means it's time for me to focus on some of the positive things in my life. So here are 10 of my latest and greatest things I love:

1. That little splotch of Nutella I have to wipe off C-man's cheek each morning
2. The morning sunlight streaming on my face when it's time to get up
3. When C-man goes to check on his baseball trophy that is sitting on the piano each day
4. The summer wardrobe I've put together - trendy, but still me
5. A hair highlight I'm going to get today to cover up my reverse skunk
6. The monstrosity of an herb garden I have due to the constant heat
7.  600+ hits I've gotten from all over the world on my little Yankees baseball team photo blog
8. Long evening bike rides with C-man that always end by going down a sloping hill in the park
9. Getting woken up by Harry not so subtly panting in my face because his belly is hungry
10. My first coffee in the morning

Thursday nonsense

My rheumatologist gave me vicodin yesterday because my pain levels have been too high for too long and I haven't been sleeping. He told me it was okay to take since I didn't have any drug-seeking behavior. After one day/night on Vicodin, that may just change!

It looks like we are going to take along weekend to go to St. Louis to see the Brewers play the Cardinals. Ticket prices are over double what they are for the Brewers games. Wow! I hadn't expected that. I mean seriously, this is Missouri. The place with a town called Knob Lick. (And you're going to have to trust me when I tell you the town fits the name.)

I have a massage scheduled for Saturday afternoon. I cannot wait.

Man, these days go by quickly lately. Some day I'll catch up. Maybe during tomorrow's hair highligh.

Slipping away

The summer seems to move so quickly after the 4th of July. What felt like lazy days of summer now seems like a roller coaster ride down the giant hill. There are only 2 1/2 more weeks of C-man's regularly scheduled summer camp left before he goes into his second camp option. (Can I just say HOLY COW! and OUCH! The Jewish kids' camp is expensive stuff!) Back to school stuff is showing up in the stores, and we just got our host family assignment for school. So I've found my re-determination to enjoy every ounce this incredibly hot, dry summer has to offer.

More pools! More beaches! More books! More ice cream! More days off! MORE SUMMER!

Stuff

Look! Summer photos that don't have a baseball in them!

I can't get my yogurt making right. It is making yogurt, but it's not how I want it to be. I think I have to add some powdered milk into the mix. And I've figured out that using 2% is a waste, because you have to pour off half of it when it separates. You know, for your next yogurt-making project. It is quite tasty, though, so this is worth the trouble.

This morning while taking C-man to camp, we saw a baby fawn jumping and leaping around the field. It was so stinking cute, he had to have just been born very recently and gotten his jumping legs. We giggled a lot.

Last night C-man was at a friend's house straight from summer camp. While there, he got a call from a friend to come over. Since he was already at a different friend's house, he has an appointment with him for tonight. I need to start teaching this kid how to make his own calendar.

I'm wearing blue pants today. I'm trying to embrace my inner fashionability, but really just feel like a giant blueberry who is on her way to 3rd grade.

My new Gabriel Allon book comes out in another week. I cannot wait. I do love me some Gabriel Allon.

I have a chiropractic appointment scheduled for later today. I've really needed one, but with all the swelling I've had, it's usually so pointless since nothing moves. I am soooo looking forward to it, though.

I'm heading to Boston next week. I'd forgotten about that trip. I kind of don't want to go. Boston isn't my kind of town.

Is it Friday yet?

One of These Days

I woke up with the Foo Fighters "These Days" in my head. It was quickly replaced with "Call Me Maybe". Talk about a great day going south fast.

I am wearing a wedding ring today. My fingers are physically bruised from all the recent swelling. I have my regular rheumatologist appointment this week. He's going to love that.

I took some non-baseball-related photos, but now can't get my computer to recognize the memory card to get them off. So you are subjected to one more day of baseball. But baseball is over for the year, I promise.

The baseball blog I put up with the videos and pictures is at over 500 hits since Saturday morning. Not bad for a team of only 13 boys!

We had dinner at the neighbor's house last night. Her mom gave me a dozen roses. I have my very own Jewish mother now!

Yesterday I had to beg C-man to play with me. The downfall of being an only child - two parents looking for you to entertain them. He obliged by going mini golfing with me along with the neighbor kid. I bribed them both with ice cream. Tonight he's off to a baseball friend's house straight from camp. Someday I'll see my kid.

I made yogurt again yesterday. It was kind of cottage cheesy. I used 2% instead of whole milk and wonder if that was it. Or if it'll be okay once I strain the whey off. I know you're at the edge of your seat, so I'll keep you posted.

Let summer begin

Now that the unbroken championship baseball trophy has a place of honor on top of my piano (we really need to put up some shelves in this kid's room), it's time to move on to part two of our summer. The part that is filled with farmers' markets and geocaching and swimming and golfing and birthday parties. (I don't know what it is about birthday parties, but C-man has one scheduled every weekend from here on out now. There might also be the factor that C-man gets invited to absolutely everyone's party - even summer camp kids are inviting him.) I also need to take some photos that are un-baseball related.

I hate seeing his season go, because it's so much fun for him and I like the group of parents so well, but moving on to part 2 is kind of refreshing, too. Let the summer begin.

The video of champions

13 boys, 15 regular season and 4 tournament games, 4 months of practice, and 1 championship.

Champs

This is a photo of what might have been the twelve happiest boys in the land tonight. Until C-man stepped on his own trophy and broke it and was the most devastated boy in the universe. But then it was replaced, and we were all happy again.

Yankee blue and true. It's kind of sad to see it end.

Yankee Blue

My child finally consented to getting his hair trimmed and the appointment was last night. So while he is still shaggy, he no longer has hair in his eyes.

The arthritic flare that has been crippling me for about 10 days is starting to move on. I actually slept a 4 hour stretch last night and may be able to wear my rings by tomorrow. Progress!

I'm wearing red jeans today. I've gotten compliments on them, but I can't get past the feeling that I look like a giant tomato.

Tonight is the championship game of Yankees v D'Backs. It is going to be a big, hot, sweaty eye-black streaking down the face moment in the lives of twelve 6, 7, and 8 year old little boys. And their parents. But win or lose, there are trophies and a party afterward, so it should be a really great night. All I need is a final photo of the winning team and my team video will be done.

I never got this nervous at my own sporting events. I think when you're in control of your own destiny, it's a whole lot less nerve-wracking.

Anyhow, wherever you are, put on your Yankee blue, sacrifice your chickens to Jobu, and give a collective prayer that the baseball gods are wearing Yankee blue tonight.

Oy.

I'm exhausted. I am in the middle of a full-blown arthritic flare and the heat is not helping. I'm heading home to sleep.

Happy 4th!

Nothing says we kicked British butts like a parade and a barbeque. Enjoy the day!

We pause this season for a holiday

Last night, the Yankees won their semifinals game. On top of the win, C-man went 2 for 2 with an RBI, so he was pretty pleased. But now, we rest for a few days for the holiday before the Friday night championship game.

I've been pretty hard on C-man lately, and I have had to make a conscious effort to let up. He's only 7 and he makes mistakes. And as a kid, he should be able to learn from them. He's learned a few things from older kids recently and has been trying them out. So I'm trying really, really hard to remember that fact and make sure that when he screws up, he learns from it so he doesn't do it again. So far, it's been much more fun for all of us.

We're skipping Milwaukee's fireworks tonight. After so many hot nights at the baseball field and being in the middle of a puffy finger experience, slogging down to the lake with a million of my best friends in the 90 degree heat doesn't sound all that great. We have a party with friends tomorrow, though, which will be great.

Enjoy your holiday, however you celebrate!

Remembering stuff

We were at a party last night and were talking to a woman who was born in Cuba. They were talking about going back this year to see her family members she hadn't seen in 50 years. It inspired me to look at our honeymoon photos. What an amazing place.

The Yankees have been on a hot streak, and I'm not only referring to the weather. They're playing in the semis tonight against the Brewers. So if you have any good prayers for the baseball gods, go ahead and say them now!

It's tournament time

Last night he went 3 for 3, with 3 RBIs, a 19-6 win and ended with me teaching him how to remove his makeup (Mo-om, it's eye black!). Today's game isn't going to be as simple. Go Yankees!

It's Friday! Whoopeee!

• We saw the Foo Fighters last night. Epic concert of rock god-dom. I really should have taken today off, though.
• C-man slept over at a friend's house last night so we didn't have to do the babysitter nonsense. What are the chances he's well-rested today?
• Baseball tournaments start tonight. The Yankees have kind of a hellacious schedule to get through, and these kids are really tired. I don't see them sticking in it very long, unfortunately. I hope I'm wrong.
• My Yankees season video is done. Well, as done as it can be. At this point it would just be swapping new photos out for older ones. Maybe they'll do something amazing in the tournament for me.
• I'm getting my tires rotated and aligned today. I figured it was time, since if you take your hand off the wheel, the vehicle does a hard left. Not a good sign.
• The mid-week 4th is ruining my mojo. C-man has the 4th and 5th off, whereas my work gives us the 3rd and 4th. I'm taking the 5th off, since we have a 4th party to go to.
• I think it must be the heat that is killing me lately. My fingers are so fat, I can't wear any rings. I have been wondering how long it'll be before my co-workers start questioning the health of my marriage!
• I'm so happy it's Friday. Ahhhh....

Summer nights

People keep complaining about the heat. I could, too. But I won't. Instead, I'm going to be happy for the warm summer nights we've been given. Thankful for the fireflies in the yard. Happy to feel the warmth on my skin without having to cover up in a thousand layers.

I really do love this fleeting summertime.

Happy Hump Day

Here we go again

I think I am going to be doing my best whirling dervish impression this week. It seems like we're whipping from one thing to another, in true summer week fashion. It's tournament time in the baseball world, which is hectic and stressful. (Darn these kids for being so good this year! It was so much more laid back when we expected them to lose 15-1 and were ecstatically happy with that one run.) It's all extra practices and figuring out which day we play based on which win or loss.

Beerman and I are going to Summerfest separately for our own respective work functions on Wednesday. While his work allows and encourages him to drink beer, he is being required to stay through the 10 pm fireworks. I, on the other hand, am out of there by 3 pm. I'll take my beer at home, thankyouverymuch!

Then together, Beerman and I are going to Fight the Foo at Summerfest on Thursday. I'm not a big lover of concerts as a whole, but the Foo Fighters are one of his favoritist bands. So I will go, prepared with my Japanese body sponge to wipe up the remnants of the 95 degree heat wave that's supposed to smack us upside the head, and have fun, darnit!

In the child's hair news, he's decided this is his length of choice, as it's Aoki's hair length of choice. Which means I've got a hair cut to schedule. Whoot! It's not short like I'd prefer, but at least we're done with this growing it out nonsense.

Trying not to feel too much pity for myself

This post sucks, so here is a cute face to look at, at least. (That is, if you can see it from under all that hair)

Today is injection day. And I am desperately in need of it. I went for a bike ride while the boys went to see C-man's friend play a baseball game (apparently we don't get enough baseball?), and it was so painful for the first 2 miles - kind of like forcing un-oiled gears to move, except it was my hips and knees. At least the sweaty heat helped me push through it a bit, as I feel a smidgen better.

The injection process is so bittersweet. I crave the injection because it makes me feel better but hate it, too, mostly because of the side effects. I'm losing some memory from it. I used to be so good at facts and names, and now it feels like they are just beyond my reach. And my ability to focus is rapidly declining, which affects everything. My stomach ulcers have been in full force, causing a cascade of other ailments.

So every time I go to take another shot out of the fridge to jam into my stomach, I question if it's worth it. But then I look around, and realize that even though I'm forgetful and have a hot poker in my belly, at least I can do stuff with my family. Someday they'll come out with a better solution, right?

Guess who won $1000 in the Little League raffle?

That's right. THIS girl.

It's Friday. It's Friday! It's FRIDAY!

I can't even explain how happy I am to have this week almost behind me. Whew! Bring on the weekend!

TGI...T?

Honestly, how in the world is it not Friday yet?

Wednesday fluff and stuff

I ordered some summer shirts, because I need them badly. They're all striped. Apparently this is my summer of stripes.

Still no word on my car. They said July sometime, but I was kind of hoping it'd come sooner than that. Alas.

I'm working from home today, so C-man and I got to sleep in. We both needed that. I think he's going through yet another growth spurt, since he's been the emotional equivalent of a 14 year old girl and eating second dinners. And our having been out late the last few nights wasn't helping matters.

I ordered C-man an Aoki baseball card. You'd think you could find one of those at the stadium with the 2012 Brewers baseball card sets. But you'd be wrong.

We have some friends coming over Friday. They're Brazilian and South African, so we decided meat would be a good option. We're still debating which variety.

The problem with working from home is there is no one to make me lunch. I'd really like a live-in cook for when Beerman's at work.

Happy times

Last night we braved the heat to go see the Brewers play the Jays. Oh, who am I kidding? We slogged out to the game in Godforsaken sticky heat so C-man and his fellow Yankees could walk around Miller Park prior to the game. The annual pilgrimage around for a hat full of Miller Park dirt was made. And they were so happy. Beerman walked with them this year, playing the role of chief cat herder.

It being a 7:10 start time, 95 degrees, and the first day of summer camp, we left after the sausage race. But we got C-man a ball holder for this year's game ball, and I got my Brewers tube socks I'd been coveting. Such good, happy times. I love summer.

I need a nap

I didn't post on Fathers Day because we were busy doing this.

And, of course, also this.

It was a really nice weekend. And today we're back to the grind. It is C-man's first day of the usual summer camp. And tonight the Yankees walk around Miller Park before the game in the 90 degree heat wave, which will be brutal but adorable. So much fun, but I am so exhausted, I could use another weekend!

Another day, another game

Another weekend, another baseball game. It got rained out in the bottom of the 3rd, which was kind of a blessing since the kids had no pep and were down by 2. The most disappointing part was the kid who never gets a hit got a hit, and I was chatting and missed recording it. Shoot! That'll teach me to be friendly. Tomorrow, they play at Helfaer Field right next to Miller Park. It should be a good time.

My back has been torturing me to the point of not letting me sleep. I gave myself a boost this morning, but that always takes a couple of days to kick in. Depending on what we end up doing for Fathers Day before the game, I may see if I can get in for a massage tomorrow to try to straighten things out.

It was a long week for everyone, and I think we all really need the quietness. The plan is to see MIB 3 tonight. Here's hoping it's better than the 2nd one.

Playing ball

Little man slugged a double tonight in the first of three games this weekend. What fun it is. They ended up tying the game though. Definitely better than a loss, as they remain undefeated.

My arthritis has really been flaring up. I've been trying to ignore it. I think I'm going to shoot up with the toxic waste a few days early to see if I can give it a jump start.

My new camera lens came today. Happy Fathers Day to me.

Harry got 2 dinners tonight. The spoiled puppy jumped wildly at the mention of dinner, so I fed him, thinking he hadn't been fed. He had been. Little liar.

Beerman and I have been watching Game of Thrones. We're up to the Season 1 finale. I'm kind of addicted, even though there is some pretty gratuitous nakedness throughout.

I'm so glad it's the weekend. I've waited all week for this.

Summer colors

I am loving the summer colors and smells. Unfortunately, I am not loving the summer sneezes. Ever since C-man was born, my allergies have magically been pretty minimal. This year, however, seems to be an exception and nothing has been very helpful. So if you see my prying my eyes open, ignore it.


My hairs are getting cut today. I've rescheduled my appointment twice due to sickness and work. (Stupid work getting in the way of my beauty!) So I am soooo overdue. I love head massage hair cut day.

I ordered a new Nikkor 70 - 300 mm camera lens for myself for Fathers Day. I figured I had a hand in making him a father so should benefit a little. Really, I just have been realizing I'm finally ready for a bigger zoom, wanted it in time before baseball tournament season, and found an absolutely screaming deal being run a few places. Jackpot! It's supposed to be here Friday.


Harry has been an increasingly sassy pooch. Beerman claims it's my fault. Which probably isn't far off. Although, he doesn't get all excited and jump in the air when I'm in the kitchen chopping stuff...

I realized that I haven't been taking many self-portraits this past month. I guess it's time to get on that project again because while it feels a bit crazy, it does help with the creativity and technique.

I dropped C-man and the neighbor off at soccer camp today. They both got out of the car and immediately started joking around with the players like they were old friends. Give my kid an audience and he'll take it!

It's so good that it is almost the weekend. I really love summer weekends.

Randomly random hump day nonsense

C-man likes the Milwaukee Wave camp a whole lot. He loves the scrimmaging the best, but isn't sure if he wants to do this as an organized sport. So I guess that's a great thing to know.

I was feeling kind of good until this week's toxic waste injection. It was also the injection that after I did it must have had some sort of muscle cramp, because it shot back out of my stomach in a giant stream reminiscent of a cut artery in a horror movie. Maybe it's just coincidence, who knows.

I got a fortune cookie the other day. The fortune said, "Work on improving your exercise routine." What a crappy fortune. Mostly, because it's 100% right on. A friend has asked to go walking at night after work while our kids hang out at the park. I think that's a pretty fabulous idea.

C-man has 3 games this weekend in the heat. It'll be interesting to see how that goes!

Is it Friday?

C-man enjoyed Wave camp yesterday. He was pretty tired last night though. We'll see how a whole week of this treats him.

I'm already ready for the week to be done. I'm kind of exhausted.

The baseball tournament schedule came out. It's hard to believe it's that time again. I don't think his team could have drawn a worse schedule. They have to play an extra game and hit the other hardest team in the league by the 2nd game. Ick.

I've been starting to put together this year's baseball video ahead of time. In theory it was to be ahead of the game. In reality, I think it means I'm going to end up doing and redoing it three times since I have more time.

Beerman is slowly recovering from his crud. It sure would be nice to have us all healthy at once. Especially with Father's Day coming up.

Although Fathers Day will be spent at a baseball game.

Is it Friday yet?

From inside my cube walls

I need to come up with a constructive project to do for the summer. Beerman has been working feverishly (both literally and figuratively this week) on the fish tank. C-man is sometimes around, but mostly not. And I'm feeling kind of mentally unchallenged. The toilets need to be scrubbed and the laundry washed, but really, that's not how I want time to pass me by. I have so many options, but am not sure where to focus my energy.

C-man started summer camp fun today. He's at the Milwaukee Wave camp this week until his regular summer camp starts next week. It's an absolutely beautiful day out. Something I only notice from the ambient light coming over my cube walls, but noticed nonetheless.

There are only two more weekends of regular season baseball left. My, how time flies! But then, of course, it's tournament time, so who knows how much we really have left. C-man is really in the groove of it now, and was lamenting on Sunday that there was no baseball to be played. Atta boy.

Here's to a quick week to get us back to the weekend!

Summertime fun

Summer is here in glorious fashion - 90 degrees and sunny, the pools are open, the ponds are full of frogs, and there was no baseball to be played today. After some frog catching, we spent the afternoon at the pool with some friends. Apparently I missed a spot on my back with sunscreen. Yeouch.

C starts soccer camp with the Milwaukee Wave tomorrow. It's just for the week, but he's super duper excited. He's been asking to be in soccer, but since it's a 2-season commitment, I've been kind of reticent to join. But I feel like he's finally ready for something more organized during the non-baseball season, so this week should help us figure out if he really likes and wants to play soccer, or is just into it on the playground for fun.

Still undefeated

Another Saturday, another baseball game. The Yankees remain undefeated. And C-man even made a great tag at 2nd base. It should have ended the inning, but the ump blew the call and called the kid safe. It's kind of hard to get upset when you remember the ump is a 5th grader who is working for $15 and a hot dog. And in the end, it didn't change the final outcome of the game anyway.

Beerman has the plague that both C-man and I have gone through. It's kind of sucky to watch since we know how he feels.

I'm feeling a bit crummy of the arthritis kind. I'm planning on seeing if I can let the sun bake it out of me.

Here's to an excellent rest of the weekend.

A really good day

Yesterday, on his last day of being a first grader and being promoted with an unbelievably fantastic report card to becoming a second grader, he got a ginormous hit into a standup double to end the inning.

And with some nice defensive stuff, too, he ended up with yesterday's game ball.

It was a really good day.

Smelling the Roses

Whew, it's been some crazy work days lately. C-man and Beerman went to the Brewers game today. I'm kind of bummed I was stuck working, but at least C-man and I have the day tomorrow to hang out. Well, after his 2 hour school day. (Seriously, whoever heard of such a stupid thing? 2 stinking hours! What's the point?) He said he wants to go to the zoo together. Which really means he wants the latest moldarama grab and squashed penny. But what do I care? I love those little melted plastic animals as much as he does.

It's supposed to be a super hot one this weekend. I can't wait!

End of the First

Today is C-man's last full day of first grade. And it hasn't just been the hair and teeth that we've seen grow. It's hard to believe what a difference a school year can make.

Another day, another cough

• This photo is of the back wall for the fish tank, complete with caves for eels and fish.
• We voted this morning. At 7:35 a.m. we were #85 and #86 respectively. Most likely for the losing team, but at least it won't be my fault if that is the result.
• We had the neighbor kid over for dinner last night. He was over and we were having tacos, and that's just kind of how things roll between us. He pounded 4 tacos. Beerman and I were in awe.
• While I had to leave 2 meetings yesterday to cough up a lung, I didn't wake up from coughing last night. Progress.
• C-man has a bowling field trip today. Who goes bowling as a field trip in June? Isn't that more of a February thing?
• Speaking of teachers, I've got to get my act together on some gifts! I got some spices, but need to get some gift cards, too. The teacher gift thing always sneaks up on me.
• I could use a massage. Time to schedule one.
• I don't understand the people who say you can't complain if you don't vote. Isn't that why we vote? Why we have our system? So we can complain regardless of whether we vote? Not voting is kind of douchy, but you still get to complain.
• I can't wait until my day off with C-man on Friday. He's going to a Brewers game with Beerman on Thursday, so we'll see what I can do for fun on Friday...

Monday Is Not Such A Funday

We wrapped up a busy weekend after 2 baseball wins, some frog catching, hanging with friends, and dunking his coach in the dunk tank. Now it's time to wrap up 1st grade. I'm hoping to wrap up this cold that sends me into coughing fits. Ick.

And for a great big smile, look at THIS.

Batting 1000

• C-man went 5 for 5 this weekend. Further proof that new glasses were really necessary.
• We got the patio furniture arranged, the cushions put on, and the umbrella positioned where I want it. Now if Jeeves would just bring me my mojito.
• Harry seems mostly back to snuff since he hurt his back. We've been making him taking it slow, which he hasn't appreciated at.all. He rolled in something dead this morning. I'm sure it was just to spite me.
• Harry got his summer shave yesterday. He's much happier and not looking at me all panty-panty and with those "Dear God, just shave me already!" eyes.
• My cold is starting to wrap up. I'm still coughing and snotting, but much less. I don't feel like I'm completely disgusting, at least. I'm hoping it'll be gone at the end of this week.
• It's C-man's last week of school. It's so hard to believe I'm going to have a second grader! He is still my baby, though. Friday night he called me over to the dugout to tell me he loved me. I'm guessing I won't have that much longer.
• Hope you enjoy your Sunday!

Summertime fun

Author's Day

This morning was Author's Day in the first grade. The students had written and illustrated their own stories, and today the parents were invited in to hear each of them read their stories to the whole group. C-man's story was titled, "Sport" and was about the boys not getting along on the playground and deciding to choose another sport to play. 3 other kids' stories were about C-man or included C-man as a dog who was the main character.

After, I sat with C-man and my adopted kid (his friend whose mother is a teacher, so went back to her classroom) and ate donut holes. Not too shabby for a Friday morning.