Weekend Wrap Up

For some unknown fantastic reason, the Soccer Head Haunchos decided to favor me this last week by giving the entire league a bye week. For those of you who haven’t had the life sucked out of you by sports, this is a fancy way of saying we had the weekend off. That’s right. NO games. An entire Saturday all to myself with no obligations to get anybody, anywhere. It was glorious.

So, I spent the day doing the following:

Sipping 2 cups of steaming hot coffee. This sounds lame,But considering that I usually inhale said coffee while burning the bejeebers out of my tongue, sipping was sheer bliss.

Taking the boys for a long awaited bike ride. Boys and bikes are always a fun combination.

Surprising bike riding boys with the new Star Wars Lego movie. Because boys can never get enough of Star Wars or Legos.

Sewing in heavenly peace while boys watch said Star Wars Lego movie. (I forgot to mention that this was my *real* motive for the purchase). I was actually able to finish up 3 (yes,3) new market bags for the shop. To be listed this week…

And finally, sweet talking my hubs into making me an iced vanilla latte. He’s so perfect for me.

So, thank Soccer Haunchos. Thank you for giving me a most rare and precious gift: A day off.

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October 17, 2011. Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . All About Me, Family, Hands Full Creations. Leave a comment.

Random Ramblings of a Phantom Blogger.

That’s right. I’ve decided that I’m going to pretend that I can blog again. I do this about once a year, for those of you who haven’t followed my wanderings for long. I tend to go like gangbusters for about 8 months, and then I fall off the face of the earth. Hey. It’s how I roll.

So, now that I’m back, I have to  vent just a bit. As many of you know, it’s September. Which means it’s soccer season. Which also means that I lose all control of my free time and schedule. It’s all about practices, games, snack schedules, banners and mud filled cleats.

 

Having had the 3 boys for a while now, I’m getting used to having my life overtaken by sports. So this is not my rant. My rant is the crazy parents that I’ve had to deal with now for 4 years running. And I have to say, that the longer we’re in the sport, the crazier they get. Let me introduce you to my favorite nutsoid parent this season: SWAT Team Dad.

SWAT Team Dad’s son and my middle boy are on the same team, which means that I’ve had a chance to observe him up close and personal. And it’s not pretty. He’s so intense with this recreational soccer game, that it freaks me out to think about how he must react to really important things like tax season and the toilet overflowing. My favorite quotes from him to his son so far:

“Pick up those feet! We’re not girls!”

“Lap, em’, son! Pass 3 boys and you get an Icee.”

“Put your head in the game!”

“Sprint! You’re faster than that kid!”

“You wanna make money? $1 for every goal you make!”

Did I mention these are 7 year olds? Seriously, Dude. It’s all I can do to sit there, say nothing and not stare. What I really want to do is tell him to take his motivational insults and his Under Armor hat and jump off a cliff. But, in the spirit of sportsmanship and team support, I keep my mouth shut. Thankfully, we have an awesome coach who sends out weekly emails reminding us to do our one job. Cheer.

Game on, SWAT Team Dad.

September 16, 2011. Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , . All About Me, Family. 2 comments.

A first time for everything

There is a first time for everything, and parents know this truth especially well. We just experienced another first in our home last week. Our first broken bone. Max, being our oldest, decided it was his responsibility to introduce his mother to the kind of stress and worry associated with broken limbs.  Here’s the story according to Max:

‘I fell right on my arm, on the ground. And the ground was very hard so, I plopped onto the ground and it hurt so bad. I was playing soccer with my teammates and I stepped on the ball. I was trying to kick it back up to the people that owned the ball. I was crying and I couldn’t get up, but some kind of mom and dad, they came and helped me up, and that’s why I’m standing right now.’

Max and his cool green cast

Max and his cool green cast

So there you have it. Straight from the source. After spending 2 days with different doctors trying to find out for sure if it was broken, Max got the right arm casted and it will remain so for 3 weeks. He’s pretty proud of it, especially now that it is covered with signatures (he calls them autographs) from his family and friends.  Oh, and there’s no soccer for 3 whole weeks. Bummer…

October 21, 2008. Tags: , , , , , , , , , . Family. 2 comments.