Sunday, March 24, 2013


  • Wine + freezer + forgetting you put the wine in the freezer to chill = popped cork wine slushy mess

  • Banning little boys from all things technology related causes them to remember how to be little boys

  • THIS is what 100 calories of Easter candy looks like:

  • The idea that "nothing tastes as good as skinny feels" is a total lie.  The Cadbury Mini-Eggs pictured above taste JUST as good.  I just won't be tasting the whole stinkin' bag anymore.

  • I have been to San Diego every year for the past 15 years and I think I love it more each time.

  • Matt and I have been together for exactly HALF my lifetime.

  • Doubt kills more dreams than failure.

  • There is no pain worse than stepping on a Lego barefoot.

  • Grant's bed head is the best.  

  • Trucks were meant for girls

  • When the youngest child finally corners you wanting the truth about Santa/Tooth Fairy/Easter Bunny it is overwhelmingly bittersweet and TOTALLY FREAKIN' LIBERATING!
  • Sometimes I like the cats.

  • The book is always better than the movie with only 2 (or 4, depending on how you look at it) possible exceptions:  LOTR and The Hobbit.

  • Lastly, there's nothing better than an 8 year old in thermal underwear running through the house screaming, "Don't take pictures of me in my thermal imagers!!!"

Saturday, March 16, 2013

Mulligan anyone?

I had an interesting encounter today.

76 degrees, blue sky, non-hurricane force winds.  It's this kind of day when the golf course starts calling to me.  Of course, I didn't get a single swing in through the winter months so I packed up Grant and headed to the driving range instead.  We got a giant bucket of balls and I set up the boy several spots down from myself (he will be an amazing golfer someday if he chooses to pursue it, but in the meantime, he's a little unpredictable).  About 10 balls in, an older gentleman sets up shop a couple spots  down.  He chats a little, I turn and listen, respond, and go back to my practice.  Ahead of me, Grant's getting a little wild, swinging so hard that the club wraps around him so far and fast that he can't maintain a two handed grip on it.  I jumped right on him about it and the gentleman behind me chimes in, "No no, don't get onto him for it.  He's taking a good full swing.  That's great!"  Politely, through gritted teeth, I respond, "Yes sir, I understand, but you've never seen how far that club flies when it slips out of his little hand."  The guy just chuckles and keeps talking.  And talking.  And.  Talking.

He talked about his family, why he was in Lbk, where he was from, property taxes in the Northeast as compared to the Midwest, planes of motion in baseball and golf as they pertain to one's swing, and the list continues...  He mentioned several times, as he was trying to instruct me and also instruct me on how to best instruct Grant, that he was once on the PGA circuit.  The more he talked, the more annoyed I got.  As I finished my last few balls, he launched into a sweet story about how in 1978 he played in a PGA tournament in Florida.  When he discovered he was playing with Bobby Cruickshank he was elated because this was obviously the son of the legendary Bobby Cruickshank who played in the 1920's.  But when the son arrived, this gentleman discovered it was not the son at all, but Bobby Cruickshank himself!  "He was 75 at the time and shot a 75 that first round and he was pleased as punch because he'd shot his age!  It was 50 years after he'd finally beaten ol' Bobby Jones in 1928 and he was still playing!"

When I'd finally escaped and we were headed home, I got to thinking how rude I'd been not doing a better job of engaging in that mans conversation (as distinctly one-sided as it was) and how I didn't even introduce myself or Grant or even find out the man's name.  And then it occurred to me that he might have been a perfectly famous pro-golfer himself and I might have missed a fabulous opportunity.

Thoroughly dejected by the time we got home, I had decided not to even tell anyone my story of how I met a pro-golfer that played with Cruickshank in 1978.  Sigh.  On a whim I Googled Bobby C on the off chance I might learn the name of the pro-golfer at the driving range, and do you know what I learned?  Cruickshank retired in 1969.

And DIED in 1975.

He was born in 1894 which would've made him 75 in 1969, not 1978.  And I can't find any record of Cruickshank ever beating Jones.

Things that make you go hmmm...

Oh well.  I still love getting out in the sunshine with this big hitter:

Friday, February 1, 2013


Easily the most fascinating and ridiculous creation in the last year.  Somedays it's perfectly intriguing and I find myself spending hours a little too much time pinning hoards of brilliant ideas, travel destinations, and recipes.  Other days it's perfectly stupid and idiotic and I find myself spending hours a little too much time pinning hoards of witty memes, Star Wars fan art, and pics of kitty cats sleeping.

Never before have I been so compelled to have a baby, get married, lose 20 lbs, and become a professional photographer.  All at the same time.

My attitude towards this phenomenon waxes and wanes depending on the phase of the moon.  And what kind of day I've had at school.  And possibly how much I've had to drink.

For instance:  tonight the moon is waning gibbous, I had a great but exhausting day at school, and I'm not disclosing my wine consumption.  Let it be known, however, that I left school early today (yay!!) to come home and meet the plumber over a busted pipe in the wall (boo!!).  Discern what you will regarding my consumption.

Pinterest brillance:

Witty meme...

Seriously.  How could you NOT pin this?

This one encompasses both "have a baby" and "fan art".  You know this would be adorable in a SW nursery.

Actually gonna do it.  April.  DFW.

Pinterest idiocy:

Um....  Not only no, but hell no!  Cupcakes baked in eggshells decorated like footballs...

Pregnancy announcements?  Ok.  So maybe I giggled a little when I saw this one.  But do people really send these out?  Am I that old fashioned?

Watermelon keg.  Nope.

WTF?  Think before you pin people.  Even if you've never snorkeled the Molokini crater it's pretty obvious this is Photoshopped.

Ninjabread men?

Okay.  I'm actually going to do this one because that is just pure awesomeness!!

Don't judge me.

You know this is WAY cooler than the ginger version.

Bliggity Bloggity Boo.

I'm not even going to pretend to have anything amusing, witty, or remotely interesting to say.  The ol' blog is going the way of all things hobby related in a busy girl's life....onto the "To do" list.  Someday.  When there's no basketball/football/baseball game/practice/tournament to attend.  Or papers to grade.  Or potties to scrub.  Damn my life is glamorous.  

That last statement was both genuine and facetious.  

Yin and yang.  Light and dark.  Strangely it's all the same thing.


Red Raider football...

Growing up.  Definitive style and personality.  Too smart for his own good...

September sunrise on my way to work...

Same day.  September sunset on my way home.  Yeesh...

Ridiculous ball of fur.  Notice the claw caps?  I anticipated a good blog for you over this one but it was relatively uneventful.  Except they require WAY too much upkeep and attention.  $500 later there are no claw caps in my house anymore.  Or claws for that matter.  

Got to take some family pics for one of my fave families...

And pics of my crazy beautiful nieces.  3 out of 5 of them anyway...

Smile NOW or I will ground you...

Pretty good little defender playing corner and tipping the ball.  First tackle football season...

Watching the monkey show at the fair.  Or was it tigers...


TTU football.  And because I never get to be in my own blog...

Some of my fave peeps and Psycho Uno...

10th bday.  Skate and sleepover.  Best buds...

8th bday.  Mr. Gattis.  Happy boy but the pizza still sucks...

Consider yourself ketchup-ed.  More or less...