factoid

Sometimes we are a family.

Sometimes we are seven individuals

living together in the same square footage.

huge.difference.

the hawrahs of it'all!

Lawzie mercy~

We so po' I'm having to give my SELF pedicures!

zumba

'nuff said.

need to put this book on my wish list



from a Google Image search



How to be a Hepburn in a Hilton World

Just my kind of book!

Definitely asking Santa for this one.

in which a very proud mom brags about her football playing son

So, at the same time #1 was in a pre-season tournament, #2 was a couple of towns over at a pre-season scrimmage game.  King & I bet he wouldn't get much, if any, playing time.  And this, my dear readers is why neither of us go on trips to Vegas.

My sweet friend (#73's mom) snapped this picture before he went on the field....

to play Center!  All.The.Way.Through. the 4th quarter!

And according to her hubby (that would be #73's dad for people who like my tangent thoughts found within these parentheses) my boy didn't miss a snap...this includes shotgun snaps! (which I didn't know what those were until just now when I asked King, so if you don't know, I'll get him to explain it to you, too.)

I am one proud woman right now.  I'm talking Cloud 9.

softball stats: first installment

Guess who, her VERY FIRST TIME at bat, hit a line drive just past the first baseman for a single!  Then, she watched her coach's signals and NEARLY stole 2nd.  Oops, forgot to slide.

(hint: it's #1)

wordless wednesday

shoes on or off

I read this post.  And I was stunned....

... so what about you?  Do you prefer people remove their shoes when they come into your house?  I have honestly never given it a moment's thought. 

But now I am paranoid.

Have I been unknowingly rude?

just because it needs to be said

8/6/1988

For 23 years I've missed my sweet dad....seems like a lifetime ago.  Yet, all I have to do is slow down long enough to hear my own breaths, the rhythm of my heart beating.  I close my eyes and know he is right here with me.

important lesson

eau de boule de pied

My incoming freshman is on the JV football team.  I am extremely proud of him.  He loves it.  Great camaraderie!  This week they began what is called "Two-a-days", meaning they practice twice in the afternoon with a break in between. 

But, y'know, I do not believe anyone in the recent history of our family has ever smelt quite like this.

Also, I'm pretty sure

"Eau de Boule de Pied (Eau de Football)"

will never be one of Giorgio Armani or Pierre Cardin's best sellers.  But I could be wrong.