Other than sleeping in a tent on Sunday night, Carter isn't really roughing it in the traditional sense of a summer vacation Up North. But there is more than one way to "rough it," isn't there?
He stayed at my parents last night and, bless them, they don't have all the modern conveniences he's used to -- like cable TV (read: no SpongeBob). I didn't really think of it until I was telling him he'd have to call my cell phone today because Grandma and Grandpa have a rotary phone and he wouldn't be able to just "punch in" my work extension.
When I hadn't heard from him by 10:45 this morning, I called my folks just in case he was having technical difficulties with this phone business. I was surprised when Carter answered the phone -- surely they don't have caller I.D., do they? Nope, Carter said, "They're still sleeping and I just got up like 5 minutes ago." Now that's what I call vacation!
I asked if he stayed up late and he said it was after 10:30 sometime. The reason? Carter tells it something like this:
"Well I asked Grandma if she had cereal for the morning and she said she got Honey Bunches of Oats with Strawberries. I told her I wondered how they got the strawberries in the cereal. Then I said I wonder why they call them STRAW berries. So we spent an hour looking it up in books and encyclopedias."
Another modern convenience gone missing: No Google at Grandma and Grandpa's. And, I can tell you with 100% certainly, that the encyclopedia set they used was the same one I used for my school reports -- I think a set from 1958 -- so it was significantly outdated even then. But hey, it's pretty cool he could learn the old-school way of finding information!
I checked in on him this afternoon and told my dad he is free to put Carter to work if there is anything he wanted done by a "younger body." Dad declined and said, "If Carter has to work, then I'd have to work, too." So I said fine, keep doing what you're doing.
"We're just shaking dice right now," Dad says.
Hmm. Sleeping in. Shaking dice. Hanging out. Man, I want be on an Up North Vacation. I like this idea of roughing it!
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
Monday Musings...
And Now a Word from our Sponsor: OK, just because a person is annoying doesn't mean they should die. I'm talking about TV product spokesman Billy Mays. Carter always turns the channel when he comes on -- his tolerance level reached Overload apparently. But we were all surprised by news of his death. You just never know about the heart...
Heart to Heart: And now for some positive news. We are grateful my brother-in-law Paul recognized signs of some heart trouble and got himself to the hospital. My sister reports that today they found three areas of 90-95% blockage -- they input two stents and did a balloon angioplasty on the third area. He is recovering fine but I'm sure he had something entirely different in mind when he looked forward to "laying around" on vacation.
Weather Beaten: Speaking of vacation, Carter's Up North fun is off to a good start ("I'm having a blast, Mom!")... Except for the fact that he was a bit chilly last night and had to borrow a sweatshirt and pants from his aunt! For someone as obsessed (well, interested) with the "Local on the 8's" as I am, you'd think I would have checked ahead at what the weather is going to be up there this week. He's got no sweatshirt or jacket -- but I betcha a dollar he didn't forget his whoopee cushion!
Dinner and a Movie: Our friends Mike and Christine treated us to dinner tonight at Anchor Bay for our birthdays (Yup, hubby gets old this week, too.). Then us ladies had a Girls' Night Out of sorts. Armed with our little packets of Kleenex, we went to the movie My Sister's Keeper, based on the book by Jody Picoult. Now we both read the book and we can say that the movie does not follow every storyline in the book. I won't spoil it for anyone -- just guarantee you'll still wipe away plenty of tears.
Good Sleeping Weather: Should sleep good tonight after the cleansing cry and now temps dipped to the 50s. This is what they call "good sleeping weather" in Wisconsin -- and reason #138 I keep my electric mattress pad on the bed year-round.
Heart to Heart: And now for some positive news. We are grateful my brother-in-law Paul recognized signs of some heart trouble and got himself to the hospital. My sister reports that today they found three areas of 90-95% blockage -- they input two stents and did a balloon angioplasty on the third area. He is recovering fine but I'm sure he had something entirely different in mind when he looked forward to "laying around" on vacation.
Weather Beaten: Speaking of vacation, Carter's Up North fun is off to a good start ("I'm having a blast, Mom!")... Except for the fact that he was a bit chilly last night and had to borrow a sweatshirt and pants from his aunt! For someone as obsessed (well, interested) with the "Local on the 8's" as I am, you'd think I would have checked ahead at what the weather is going to be up there this week. He's got no sweatshirt or jacket -- but I betcha a dollar he didn't forget his whoopee cushion!
Dinner and a Movie: Our friends Mike and Christine treated us to dinner tonight at Anchor Bay for our birthdays (Yup, hubby gets old this week, too.). Then us ladies had a Girls' Night Out of sorts. Armed with our little packets of Kleenex, we went to the movie My Sister's Keeper, based on the book by Jody Picoult. Now we both read the book and we can say that the movie does not follow every storyline in the book. I won't spoil it for anyone -- just guarantee you'll still wipe away plenty of tears.
Good Sleeping Weather: Should sleep good tonight after the cleansing cry and now temps dipped to the 50s. This is what they call "good sleeping weather" in Wisconsin -- and reason #138 I keep my electric mattress pad on the bed year-round.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
A Happy Birthday
Had a tough time getting out of bed this morning. I was either sleeping pretty hard or just feeling my age. So I hit the snooze until I could figure it out.
A person shouldn't have to set their alarm on their birthday. But there's no rest for the wicked or the aged when there's a busy day planned.
Our plans actually did not revolve around my birthday (no extravaganza this year). Our primary purpose was to get to Minnesota and back -- and enjoy two graduation parties and some quality family time along the way.
Mission accomplished.
Although the first phone call of the morning was from stepson #2 backing out of the trip, I didn't let that set the tone for the day. I was determined to have some fun. And what better way than to start it off with a cake for breakfast (well, panCAKEs anyway)?
After picking up Casey, we headed west and stopped at the June Dairy Breakfast outside of Pittsville. Nothing like starting off a birthday with live polka music and fresh cheese curds. And, since it was a dairy breakfast, we got ice cream for "dessert!" That's right. I said it: ice cream for breakfast. I'm moving to a farm!
We had two parties when we got to Minnesota. The first was for my cousin Dan's son Andy. Got to see some cousins I haven't seen in ages, so that was cool. Found out my Aunt Barb is an avid blog reader. Always good to know I have love and support in Vikings Country!
The second party was for my brother's son David, who has a bright future and an enviable level of brains, talent and faith (much like his father). Saw some more people there I haven't seen in years.
Of course, I was happiest to see my twin. I would guess that in our adult lives, we've only spent our birthday (the actual day) together maybe 5 times -- and 4 of those have been since Carter was born. So it was a treat to see her and we got cake at two parties! Can't beat that!
That second person I was excited to see was my sister Rayna, who drove up from Texas to spend a week Up North. Unfortunately, her husband Paul did not make the party. He ended up in a hospital in the Twin Cities today with some suspicious pains in his chest. Our thoughts and prayers are with him. We'll get to see him Thursday night when we venture back Up North for Round 2 of quality family time.
Thursday will also be the next time we see Carter. The Up North Gang kidnapped him and will pass him around with unending doses of spoiling all week. I have some awesome siblings! Plus, this is such a treat for Carter since he never gets spoiled otherwise (right).
That would be like me saying I only get spoiled on my birthday! ... Though ice cream for breakfast and two pieces of cake is a pretty convincing argument, wouldn't you say?
A person shouldn't have to set their alarm on their birthday. But there's no rest for the wicked or the aged when there's a busy day planned.
Our plans actually did not revolve around my birthday (no extravaganza this year). Our primary purpose was to get to Minnesota and back -- and enjoy two graduation parties and some quality family time along the way.
Mission accomplished.
Although the first phone call of the morning was from stepson #2 backing out of the trip, I didn't let that set the tone for the day. I was determined to have some fun. And what better way than to start it off with a cake for breakfast (well, panCAKEs anyway)?
After picking up Casey, we headed west and stopped at the June Dairy Breakfast outside of Pittsville. Nothing like starting off a birthday with live polka music and fresh cheese curds. And, since it was a dairy breakfast, we got ice cream for "dessert!" That's right. I said it: ice cream for breakfast. I'm moving to a farm!
We had two parties when we got to Minnesota. The first was for my cousin Dan's son Andy. Got to see some cousins I haven't seen in ages, so that was cool. Found out my Aunt Barb is an avid blog reader. Always good to know I have love and support in Vikings Country!
The second party was for my brother's son David, who has a bright future and an enviable level of brains, talent and faith (much like his father). Saw some more people there I haven't seen in years.
Of course, I was happiest to see my twin. I would guess that in our adult lives, we've only spent our birthday (the actual day) together maybe 5 times -- and 4 of those have been since Carter was born. So it was a treat to see her and we got cake at two parties! Can't beat that!That second person I was excited to see was my sister Rayna, who drove up from Texas to spend a week Up North. Unfortunately, her husband Paul did not make the party. He ended up in a hospital in the Twin Cities today with some suspicious pains in his chest. Our thoughts and prayers are with him. We'll get to see him Thursday night when we venture back Up North for Round 2 of quality family time.
Thursday will also be the next time we see Carter. The Up North Gang kidnapped him and will pass him around with unending doses of spoiling all week. I have some awesome siblings! Plus, this is such a treat for Carter since he never gets spoiled otherwise (right).
That would be like me saying I only get spoiled on my birthday! ... Though ice cream for breakfast and two pieces of cake is a pretty convincing argument, wouldn't you say?
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Saturday Scramble
Hubby and I were in a couples' golf scramble over in Iola today. So even though it was Saturday, we were still up and on the road at relatively the same time as our typical week-day commute (but without Carter, of course).
As it turned out -- and worked out in our favor -- Carter stayed overnight at our friends Mike and Christine's last night after we all celebrated their son Nate's birthday. Then sometime today Grandpa and Grandma Austin picked him up and kept him for the afternoon. So we were free and clear to scramble!
Our main concern today was the weather. Rain this time, not the heat. It was overcast and we did get sprinkled on a few times, but the downpour didn't come until mid-afternoon when we were all inside the clubhouse eating our steak dinner.
Our foursome consisted of Jim and I and our friends Scott and Sandy. The fun thing about a scramble is that everyone hits a drive, then we pick the ball that landed in the best location and we all shoot from there, and continue that until we get it in the hole. By using the best shot each time, we should be making pars and birdies. And we did. Just not enough birdies.
We ended up finishing 2 under par. OK but not even good enough for third place, which was 4 under. The winner was something crazy like 11 or 12 under. Oh well, we had a lot of fun. And each of us had some great shots that helped out the cause. Can't complain about golfing all day Saturday and then getting a good meal out of it.
This evening, we went to a girls' softball tourney at the Kellner Fields. Our next-door neighbor Madison plays on a team. We usually aren't around to see her in action (besides the batting cage that sits between our houses), so we went to cheer her on awhile.
Carter and I came home before it was done so we could do laundry and get him packed up. Tomorrow we are headed over the some graduation parties in Minnesota. My family will take Carter from there and he'll have his annual Up North vacation until we return Up North next Thursday for more family time.
Jim and I will come back tomorrow night so we can go to work Monday and perhaps enjoy some one-on-one time for our anniversary week. Best keep the clubs in the car...
Friday, June 26, 2009
Expanded News Briefs
HAIR: OK. Not big news. The only reason I mention my hair appointment from yesterday is that I was leafing though the latest copy of People there and I came across a picture of Michael Jackson and his oldest son Prince -- not wearing a mask for the first time in a photo -- and commented about it. Weird coincidence.
GOLF: We played 9 holes on the Iola course. Beautiful day. I did not have any pars -- which is not a good sign 2 days before a scramble. I tend not to golf well when we take Carter because I get hung up on helping him line up shots, etc, then do mine quickly -- and not well. But that is not Carter's fault. That's my issue. (I'm sure the pros overcome greater distractions than that!) And I think Carter had a good time despite his frustrations and the occasional "I suck" exclamations.
FARRAH: Was not surprised about Farrah's death but it's sad to see part of the "team" broken up. Now one of Charlie's Angels is in heaven. It's too bad -- but she wasn't my favorite anyway. I was always a fan of Sabrina. And maybe that's because when we were kids and my cousin Lonna, sister Raylene and I would play Charlie's Angels, we'd fight over who got to be Jill. I probably just gave up and opted for another one. But I do like Kate Jackson. And, like every other girl growing up in the '70s, I did my best to feather my hair.
JACKO: So Thriller was probably my first album (I can't remember if I bought that one first or Springsteen's Born in the USA). I admired Michael Jackson's talent for singing and dancing but knew as soon as the one glove thing started, he was going to be a different bird. Now, unfortunately, he will be remembered more for the Wacko Jacko stuff and not the ground-breaking Thriller video. I almost feel like a normal person compared to all that (and that's saying something!).
HEAT: One good thing is the heat wave has eased off just a teeny bit. My sister Rayna and husband Paul are heading up from Texas, where it's over 100 degrees this week. Nothing compares to my nephew Tony's situation in Iraq, though, where they had another 120 degree day yesterday. Can we really ever complain about the heat again?! (Bless you, Tony, and all our service men and women!)
SUMMER: We’ve got a busy week coming up. Tonight is a birthday party for our friends' son Nate, Saturday a golf tournament, Sunday over to Minnesota and back for 2 grad parties (a cousin and nephew). Carter will stay Up North with my family until hubby and the big boys and I head back up Thursday night so we can golf and celebrate my parents’ 60th anniversary on July 3rd. We'll head home on the 4th, then go to graduation party across the street on the 5th. Whew. What is relaxing about summer?
GOLF: We played 9 holes on the Iola course. Beautiful day. I did not have any pars -- which is not a good sign 2 days before a scramble. I tend not to golf well when we take Carter because I get hung up on helping him line up shots, etc, then do mine quickly -- and not well. But that is not Carter's fault. That's my issue. (I'm sure the pros overcome greater distractions than that!) And I think Carter had a good time despite his frustrations and the occasional "I suck" exclamations.
FARRAH: Was not surprised about Farrah's death but it's sad to see part of the "team" broken up. Now one of Charlie's Angels is in heaven. It's too bad -- but she wasn't my favorite anyway. I was always a fan of Sabrina. And maybe that's because when we were kids and my cousin Lonna, sister Raylene and I would play Charlie's Angels, we'd fight over who got to be Jill. I probably just gave up and opted for another one. But I do like Kate Jackson. And, like every other girl growing up in the '70s, I did my best to feather my hair.
JACKO: So Thriller was probably my first album (I can't remember if I bought that one first or Springsteen's Born in the USA). I admired Michael Jackson's talent for singing and dancing but knew as soon as the one glove thing started, he was going to be a different bird. Now, unfortunately, he will be remembered more for the Wacko Jacko stuff and not the ground-breaking Thriller video. I almost feel like a normal person compared to all that (and that's saying something!).
HEAT: One good thing is the heat wave has eased off just a teeny bit. My sister Rayna and husband Paul are heading up from Texas, where it's over 100 degrees this week. Nothing compares to my nephew Tony's situation in Iraq, though, where they had another 120 degree day yesterday. Can we really ever complain about the heat again?! (Bless you, Tony, and all our service men and women!)
SUMMER: We’ve got a busy week coming up. Tonight is a birthday party for our friends' son Nate, Saturday a golf tournament, Sunday over to Minnesota and back for 2 grad parties (a cousin and nephew). Carter will stay Up North with my family until hubby and the big boys and I head back up Thursday night so we can golf and celebrate my parents’ 60th anniversary on July 3rd. We'll head home on the 4th, then go to graduation party across the street on the 5th. Whew. What is relaxing about summer?
Thursday, June 25, 2009
News Briefs
Apparently the fact that I got my hair done today AND we finally went golfing pale in comparison to other news going on, so I am skipping blogging tonight (it's late anyway) and will possibly reflect on these news items tomorrow.
But just to keep you coming back.... yes, my hair looks great; yes, golf was wonderful; yes, I was a huge Charlie's Angels fan; and yes, I know how to moon walk.
G'nite!
But just to keep you coming back.... yes, my hair looks great; yes, golf was wonderful; yes, I was a huge Charlie's Angels fan; and yes, I know how to moon walk.
G'nite!
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Making the Grade
I'm hoping the Twins stomp all over the Brew Crew again tonight so we can end the day on an uplifting. And, yes, I realize that compared to millions of people out there with far worse challenges, I have nothing to grumble about.
But it's my blog. So I will.
The heat continued today but felt much more toned down. What a difference 5 degrees makes! We still didn't go golfing, though, because there was a threat of rain. Hubby thinks I'm just not that anxious to golf. But I am! And there was a threat. I looked on the radar. All this rain was heading our way. I knew there was no way we'd get 9 holes in after work.
Well on the way home it sprinkled. That's it. I was hoping it would poor. I'm thinking to myself, "We need a deluge here. I do not want to be wrong about this!" But nothing's happened yet. So I'm bummed. We probably could have gone golfing. Tomorrow for sure!
Today was the day Carter was waiting for. Report cards arrived in the mail. (He's a sixth-grader now!!)
Why was he so anxious? The quick back story is this: Neighbor boy gets groovy new scooter thing after going half-sies on cost with his parents. Carter has birthday money burning a hole in his pocket (still). We find out neighbor boy earned scooter by getting straight A's this year -- his first year in junior high. We tell Carter (knowing how reading tests went downhill this quarter) that sure, if he gets straight A's, we'll get that scooter thing. We sneaky parents figured (fingers crossed) we were making a safe bet.
Turns out (breathe sigh of relief) we were right. Carter was bummed he didn't get all A's, but hey, we were quite pleased he had all A's and B's (with that reading grade just hovering in the B zone).
And, in the category of the apple not falling far from the tree, here are some of the teacher comments Daddy and I enjoyed:
General: "Carter has a good sense of humor and shares many stories with the class. I enjoyed working with him this year and will miss hearing all of his jokes."
Science and Social Studies: "Carter participates well in the content areas and is a leader in group situations. ... He is very curious and often explores topics on his own."
Language Arts: "Carter has an excellent imagination, which is often reflected in his Writing Workshop projects. His confidence improved while presenting to his peers and he took more risks as a writer."
Not bad, eh? I'm thinking he better get back to guest blogging this summer to keep his writing skills sharp while Mommy thinks about taking my own risks as a writer. Perhaps I'll get going on that best-seller yet...
But it's my blog. So I will.
The heat continued today but felt much more toned down. What a difference 5 degrees makes! We still didn't go golfing, though, because there was a threat of rain. Hubby thinks I'm just not that anxious to golf. But I am! And there was a threat. I looked on the radar. All this rain was heading our way. I knew there was no way we'd get 9 holes in after work.
Well on the way home it sprinkled. That's it. I was hoping it would poor. I'm thinking to myself, "We need a deluge here. I do not want to be wrong about this!" But nothing's happened yet. So I'm bummed. We probably could have gone golfing. Tomorrow for sure!
Today was the day Carter was waiting for. Report cards arrived in the mail. (He's a sixth-grader now!!)
Why was he so anxious? The quick back story is this: Neighbor boy gets groovy new scooter thing after going half-sies on cost with his parents. Carter has birthday money burning a hole in his pocket (still). We find out neighbor boy earned scooter by getting straight A's this year -- his first year in junior high. We tell Carter (knowing how reading tests went downhill this quarter) that sure, if he gets straight A's, we'll get that scooter thing. We sneaky parents figured (fingers crossed) we were making a safe bet.
Turns out (breathe sigh of relief) we were right. Carter was bummed he didn't get all A's, but hey, we were quite pleased he had all A's and B's (with that reading grade just hovering in the B zone).
And, in the category of the apple not falling far from the tree, here are some of the teacher comments Daddy and I enjoyed:
General: "Carter has a good sense of humor and shares many stories with the class. I enjoyed working with him this year and will miss hearing all of his jokes."
Science and Social Studies: "Carter participates well in the content areas and is a leader in group situations. ... He is very curious and often explores topics on his own."
Language Arts: "Carter has an excellent imagination, which is often reflected in his Writing Workshop projects. His confidence improved while presenting to his peers and he took more risks as a writer."
Not bad, eh? I'm thinking he better get back to guest blogging this summer to keep his writing skills sharp while Mommy thinks about taking my own risks as a writer. Perhaps I'll get going on that best-seller yet...
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Hot Enough for Ya?
While I would love to avoid the subject of the blasted heat, I can't. I'm sitting here in the A/C and still not cooling off. And you know me -- Ms. Electric Blanket in June -- I am always cold!
So you know it's hot.
As far as I know, the mid-90s temperatures did not break a record in Wisconsin Rapids, though the weather dudes said it was the hottest day we've had in several years.
I got up at 5:15 today to get my cardio in while it was still cool. It was already muggy then so I knew it was going to be an uncomfortable day. You know what they say: It's not the heat, it's the humidity.
Jim, Carter and I had planned to golf today after work. We even had a tee time. But I begged off after I spent some time outdoors. Over lunch hour, I went to the ball field with my friend Karen to watch her son play. We sat in the shaded bleachers with a mild breeze off Lake Iola -- and still I was hot. Those poor kids. Good thing Jared's team kicked butt (15-0) and the game ended early!
After I got back to the office, I told hubby we should probably consider a different day to golf. Then, after seeing the mercury rise yet another 2 degrees (to 93), I said we definitely should golf a different day. So you know it's hot if I am getting out of golfing (and I really, really want/need to go before our tourney this weekend)!
It's the kind of day kids don't mind as much as grown-ups. The kind of day where boys like Carter try to see if they can make their head sweat enough to soak the entire bill of their baseball cap. Er, maybe that's just Carter. (And he did.)
In my grown-up (read: aging) opinion, about the only thing a day like this is good for is an ice cream stop (duh!) at King Cone in Amherst. That and hopefully watching the Twins kick some Brewer butt ... from the comfort of my air-conditioned couch.
No blanket tonight. Trust me.
So you know it's hot.
As far as I know, the mid-90s temperatures did not break a record in Wisconsin Rapids, though the weather dudes said it was the hottest day we've had in several years.
I got up at 5:15 today to get my cardio in while it was still cool. It was already muggy then so I knew it was going to be an uncomfortable day. You know what they say: It's not the heat, it's the humidity.
Jim, Carter and I had planned to golf today after work. We even had a tee time. But I begged off after I spent some time outdoors. Over lunch hour, I went to the ball field with my friend Karen to watch her son play. We sat in the shaded bleachers with a mild breeze off Lake Iola -- and still I was hot. Those poor kids. Good thing Jared's team kicked butt (15-0) and the game ended early!
After I got back to the office, I told hubby we should probably consider a different day to golf. Then, after seeing the mercury rise yet another 2 degrees (to 93), I said we definitely should golf a different day. So you know it's hot if I am getting out of golfing (and I really, really want/need to go before our tourney this weekend)!
It's the kind of day kids don't mind as much as grown-ups. The kind of day where boys like Carter try to see if they can make their head sweat enough to soak the entire bill of their baseball cap. Er, maybe that's just Carter. (And he did.)
In my grown-up (read: aging) opinion, about the only thing a day like this is good for is an ice cream stop (duh!) at King Cone in Amherst. That and hopefully watching the Twins kick some Brewer butt ... from the comfort of my air-conditioned couch.
No blanket tonight. Trust me.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Piece of Cake
I brought 2 or our 3 cakes into work today. Figured I'd try to pass them off as early birthday treats for hubby and me. Don't think that worked. We're getting rid of some cake but the stress-eaters will be looking for more free food next week.
But who am I to talk? We came home with 1 cake per person! I should clarify that Carter and I each won 1 and put them in the car. Later, he went back in to play bingo and, yes, do the cake walk again. He says, "I can't help it I'm lucky." But that did not carry over to bingo tables.
A few co-workers were surprised today that people still do Cake Walks (one person didn't know they were "real." She had just seen them on That '70s Show.) Please correct me if I'm wrong, but I think they are sort of a Midwestern thing. You still see them at church functions and even at school carnivals. Apparently there are a few old-school moms out there to keep the tradition going! I wouldn't mind if we did them just for fun at work, too. I love cake (well, frosting!).
Speaking of frosting... Did you ever notice that when you see a beautifully decorated cake on a plate or platter of some sort, there's always a fight (among us frosting lovers anyway) for a corner piece? But when it's in a pan, like the ones I brought in today, the poor corner pieces appear smaller and are overlooked for the larger, inside pieces?
I guess we humans are just like corner pieces. We often get lost in the shuffle when we're part of a group, don't we?
No one really knows the talent of a singer in the choir until she sings a solo. We may not suspect the skill of an athlete until he makes a game-winning play. We might not know the individual traits and talents of a member of a large family until the kids are grown up and out on their own...
Coming at the tail end of a family with 8 kids, I suspect I was an "inside the pan" corner piece hoping to be a bakery display corner piece. How does one go about not getting overlooked for the larger, inside pieces? By being cute and clever, looking for laughs and/or academic accolades.
Wow, who says everything changes? I wonder if this explains my love for those frosting-filled corner pieces!
And just so the pan pieces don't feel left out, I ate one this morning. And if the other corners get neglected today, too, I'll find a home for them. It's just the right thing to do.
But who am I to talk? We came home with 1 cake per person! I should clarify that Carter and I each won 1 and put them in the car. Later, he went back in to play bingo and, yes, do the cake walk again. He says, "I can't help it I'm lucky." But that did not carry over to bingo tables.
A few co-workers were surprised today that people still do Cake Walks (one person didn't know they were "real." She had just seen them on That '70s Show.) Please correct me if I'm wrong, but I think they are sort of a Midwestern thing. You still see them at church functions and even at school carnivals. Apparently there are a few old-school moms out there to keep the tradition going! I wouldn't mind if we did them just for fun at work, too. I love cake (well, frosting!).
Speaking of frosting... Did you ever notice that when you see a beautifully decorated cake on a plate or platter of some sort, there's always a fight (among us frosting lovers anyway) for a corner piece? But when it's in a pan, like the ones I brought in today, the poor corner pieces appear smaller and are overlooked for the larger, inside pieces?
I guess we humans are just like corner pieces. We often get lost in the shuffle when we're part of a group, don't we?
No one really knows the talent of a singer in the choir until she sings a solo. We may not suspect the skill of an athlete until he makes a game-winning play. We might not know the individual traits and talents of a member of a large family until the kids are grown up and out on their own...
Coming at the tail end of a family with 8 kids, I suspect I was an "inside the pan" corner piece hoping to be a bakery display corner piece. How does one go about not getting overlooked for the larger, inside pieces? By being cute and clever, looking for laughs and/or academic accolades.
Wow, who says everything changes? I wonder if this explains my love for those frosting-filled corner pieces!
And just so the pan pieces don't feel left out, I ate one this morning. And if the other corners get neglected today, too, I'll find a home for them. It's just the right thing to do.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Go Daddy
Anyone can be a father... It takes somebody special to be a daddy.
I came across this quote years ago and loved it immediately. I've seen the "fathers" and I've seen the "daddys". I appreciate the difference and really, really, really appreciate that I'm married to a daddy.
Why are daddys important? Lots of reasons. And many I've seen in just the past day or two.
Daddys teach their kids the ropes -- whether it's how to swing a bat, whistle or push a lawn mower.
Daddys lovingly tease their kids so they grow a backbone (and mommys rub it when it gets bruised).
Daddys tell stories so kids hope that someday they, too, will grow up and have just as many entertaining tales to tell.
Daddys grow up to be like their daddys. And that's waaay cool.
Daddys (and grandpas) always have pocket change (or bills these days) so kids don't have to go hungry at the races.
Daddys are the reason there's golf on TV (and probably NASCAR racing, too).
Daddys protect their kids (mommys, too) from evil things like bees and bats and snakes in the yard.
Daddys are the brave ones who climb ladders and go into the dark house first and, oh once in a blue moon, chop a snake in half with a shovel to kill it (Can you tell how we spent Father's Day?).
Daddys have the most patience in the world (for kids and mommys). They roll their eyes when Mommy and Carter win 3 cakes from the cake walk at the church picnic but keep their mouth shut even though they wonder, "Why didn't they stop at one when we still have graduation cake left?" (Can you tell how else we spent Father's Day?)
Daddys give the world's greatest hugs (to mommys, too) and are the best snugglers (just ask kitty).
Daddys deserve more than one special day a year. Don't ya think?
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Hot Stuff
It's nice to sleep in and wake up to an absolutely blank calendar page on a Saturday. I can't tell you when the last time was that happened. Well, I guess I could tell you, but I'd have to get off my lazy butt to do it. And moving was not on the calendar!
When I took my first cup of coffee out on the deck, it was already sunny and 70. I thought, "I could sit here all day!" But that didn't happen. Even though there was nothing "to do" in writing, there's always things to do.
Got my normal Saturday dusting, vacuuming, etc, done and laundry going. Was ready to relax right around high noon.
It was so warm, we had to turn the air-conditioning on today. I got just a little sun watering my flowers (the ones I haven't killed yet) and taking a 2-mile walk with Carter. Then I hung around indoors watching the U.S. Open off and on and scanning in some pictures.
When we were cleaning out the garage before graduation we came across a box of old pictures -- well old as in late '80s and early '90s. Picked out the ones that had family and friends I am reconnected with on Facebook. Had some fun sharing that trip down memory lane!
This evening, we rode with Jim's parents to the races in Marshfield. Temps were still in the 80s so Colin was hot again (in more ways than one). He was fast qualifier and won the feature -- moving his way up to the front during the first 7 laps, then holding the lead for the last 13. Exciting stuff.
Pretty small crowd tonight. There were easily way more bugs than people. I guess Colin's got all kinds of fans!
When I took my first cup of coffee out on the deck, it was already sunny and 70. I thought, "I could sit here all day!" But that didn't happen. Even though there was nothing "to do" in writing, there's always things to do.
Got my normal Saturday dusting, vacuuming, etc, done and laundry going. Was ready to relax right around high noon.
It was so warm, we had to turn the air-conditioning on today. I got just a little sun watering my flowers (the ones I haven't killed yet) and taking a 2-mile walk with Carter. Then I hung around indoors watching the U.S. Open off and on and scanning in some pictures.
When we were cleaning out the garage before graduation we came across a box of old pictures -- well old as in late '80s and early '90s. Picked out the ones that had family and friends I am reconnected with on Facebook. Had some fun sharing that trip down memory lane!
This evening, we rode with Jim's parents to the races in Marshfield. Temps were still in the 80s so Colin was hot again (in more ways than one). He was fast qualifier and won the feature -- moving his way up to the front during the first 7 laps, then holding the lead for the last 13. Exciting stuff.
Pretty small crowd tonight. There were easily way more bugs than people. I guess Colin's got all kinds of fans!
Friday, June 19, 2009
Warm Spell
Today was the beginning of what looks to be a weekend-long warm spell. Most people would say "heat wave," but those of us who thrive on Mr. Sunshine, just say "warm spell."
Since it was Friday, we got out of work at 3 p.m. We picked up Carter and, despite the summer-like day, actually bypassed ice cream on the way home. We're still waiting for that report card in the mail that proves he passed fifth grade!
When we got home, I had time to take a 3-mile walk in the sunshine before it quickly clouded up. The radar didn't show rain in our immediate future but showed some wicked activity to the south. I hope friends in Madison and Milwaukee are OK.
As weather tends to develop on humid days like today, it was cloudy and then raining (ever so lightly) when we got to the racetrack tonight. That was not a good sign. The sprinkling stopped pretty quickly but it was just enough to temper our nephew Colin's recent hot streak to a mere warm spell.
For the first time this season (I believe), he did not have fast qualifying time for the superstocks. Then in both his heat race and the feature, he was involved in some "contact." So the car is a bit dinged and there is no trophy going home with our dear #87 tonight.
The good news is that the weather guys are forecasting a very warm Saturday so perhaps his streak of success in Marshfield will stay hot. I'm looking forward to just needing a blanket at the races to sit on -- not for warmth!
Since it was Friday, we got out of work at 3 p.m. We picked up Carter and, despite the summer-like day, actually bypassed ice cream on the way home. We're still waiting for that report card in the mail that proves he passed fifth grade!
When we got home, I had time to take a 3-mile walk in the sunshine before it quickly clouded up. The radar didn't show rain in our immediate future but showed some wicked activity to the south. I hope friends in Madison and Milwaukee are OK.
As weather tends to develop on humid days like today, it was cloudy and then raining (ever so lightly) when we got to the racetrack tonight. That was not a good sign. The sprinkling stopped pretty quickly but it was just enough to temper our nephew Colin's recent hot streak to a mere warm spell.
For the first time this season (I believe), he did not have fast qualifying time for the superstocks. Then in both his heat race and the feature, he was involved in some "contact." So the car is a bit dinged and there is no trophy going home with our dear #87 tonight.
The good news is that the weather guys are forecasting a very warm Saturday so perhaps his streak of success in Marshfield will stay hot. I'm looking forward to just needing a blanket at the races to sit on -- not for warmth!
Thursday, June 18, 2009
It's a Wrap
What would the baseball season be without a final appearance by the Bad News Bears?
OK, so they got smoked their last game. The Tigers still won three times as many games as last year -- with a 6-4 record -- and, more importantly, had fun doing it.
It was a good season. They were good kids, a nice group of parents, a dynamic coaching duo and sexy scorekeepers (c'mon, I gotta give us some props here).
Casey is wrapping up his graduation "season" tonight, too. We just got done with his cards and now he's working on the thank-you notes. I got the labels and stamps on the envelopes (with Carter's assistance) -- not because I'm organized but because I know he'll outlast me. I said, "Dad will stay up and help you finish!"
It's way past my bedtime and, other than the fact it's super muggy out, I should have a clear head for non-thinking sleeping. No more graduation Lists. No more dirt stains on uniforms and late games.
I'll miss the popcorn.
I guess I could always watch the neighbor girl play softball. Her season just started...
OK, so they got smoked their last game. The Tigers still won three times as many games as last year -- with a 6-4 record -- and, more importantly, had fun doing it.
It was a good season. They were good kids, a nice group of parents, a dynamic coaching duo and sexy scorekeepers (c'mon, I gotta give us some props here).
Casey is wrapping up his graduation "season" tonight, too. We just got done with his cards and now he's working on the thank-you notes. I got the labels and stamps on the envelopes (with Carter's assistance) -- not because I'm organized but because I know he'll outlast me. I said, "Dad will stay up and help you finish!"
It's way past my bedtime and, other than the fact it's super muggy out, I should have a clear head for non-thinking sleeping. No more graduation Lists. No more dirt stains on uniforms and late games.
I'll miss the popcorn.
I guess I could always watch the neighbor girl play softball. Her season just started...
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Time Flies
They mentioned on the news this morning that it was 15 years ago today that O.J. Simpson led police on a low-speed chase along California highways in that now-famous white Bronco. Fifteen years? Where has the time gone?
I happen to remember that evening well (like most major news events in the '90s) because I was working at a daily newspaper at the time and that wreaked havoc with our Friday night deadline. What is going on? How long is this going to take? What happens when they catch him? How soon will they file a story for us to use?
Who knew that it would be such a pivotal event? For that day and time anyway.
I don't really care so much about that particular news story or event. I was mainly shocked that 15 years have gone by so quickly. They aren't kidding when they say "time flies."
Today is my sister Rachel's birthday (5 of us have June birthdays). Remember a year ago at this time I was counting down to my 40th birthday extravaganza? You'll notice I've wisely held my tongue this year. I still tell people (and I will for another week or so) that "I just turned 40." But 41? Somehow that just sounds old! I mean, you can still send cash or gifts or whatever, but I'm not going to be renting a cotton candy machine or anything...
When we dropped Carter off at Kidz Camp this morning, I told the gals at the fitness center that I actually brought my gym bag today and would be working out. I practically had to reintroduce myself to them since it had "been awhile." (Thanks mainly to the work project.) When I got back to the car, I calculated and realized that it had actually been 3 months since I'd been there! 3 months!
Not only does time fly, it also expands your waistline when you're not looking...
It did feel good to work out today. I unfortunately feel like I'm starting over at square one but before I know it, I'll be looking back fondly at how healthy and fit I was trying to be waaaay back when I was 40!
Even then, I bet I'll still be "cheating" with cool treats at Shivers... or King Cone... or DQ...
Time changes things but it's good to know that the awesomeness of ice cream (and any tasty fake dairy products) will remain the same.
I happen to remember that evening well (like most major news events in the '90s) because I was working at a daily newspaper at the time and that wreaked havoc with our Friday night deadline. What is going on? How long is this going to take? What happens when they catch him? How soon will they file a story for us to use?
Who knew that it would be such a pivotal event? For that day and time anyway.
I don't really care so much about that particular news story or event. I was mainly shocked that 15 years have gone by so quickly. They aren't kidding when they say "time flies."
Today is my sister Rachel's birthday (5 of us have June birthdays). Remember a year ago at this time I was counting down to my 40th birthday extravaganza? You'll notice I've wisely held my tongue this year. I still tell people (and I will for another week or so) that "I just turned 40." But 41? Somehow that just sounds old! I mean, you can still send cash or gifts or whatever, but I'm not going to be renting a cotton candy machine or anything...
When we dropped Carter off at Kidz Camp this morning, I told the gals at the fitness center that I actually brought my gym bag today and would be working out. I practically had to reintroduce myself to them since it had "been awhile." (Thanks mainly to the work project.) When I got back to the car, I calculated and realized that it had actually been 3 months since I'd been there! 3 months!
Not only does time fly, it also expands your waistline when you're not looking...
It did feel good to work out today. I unfortunately feel like I'm starting over at square one but before I know it, I'll be looking back fondly at how healthy and fit I was trying to be waaaay back when I was 40!
Even then, I bet I'll still be "cheating" with cool treats at Shivers... or King Cone... or DQ...
Time changes things but it's good to know that the awesomeness of ice cream (and any tasty fake dairy products) will remain the same.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Back to Normal
Today was our first day in our Summer routine. Carter commuted with us to Iola and we dropped him off at Kidz Camp at the Fitness Center. Then hubby and I were back at work, trying to make up for being gone several days -- and knowing we had to leave early for another baseball game.
Yup. Back to normal. Summer normal.
Overall it was a great day. Of course it's always a great day when there's cake at my desk (some party leftovers). Carter also reported an awesome first day at daycare -- I mean, big kids camp. The good vibes carried over to baseball tonight, too. Nice 15-3 spanking of the Nationals. A few highlights....
Yup. Back to normal. Summer normal.
Overall it was a great day. Of course it's always a great day when there's cake at my desk (some party leftovers). Carter also reported an awesome first day at daycare -- I mean, big kids camp. The good vibes carried over to baseball tonight, too. Nice 15-3 spanking of the Nationals. A few highlights....
The coaches were particularly happy their sons finally ended their strikeout streaks. Above, Coach Mike's son Nate rips a single.
Here Carter pops one up and beats it to first.
From third, Carter eyes home plate. He scored on the next hit.
Carter hustles after a foul ball. He's finding it is not so easy whipping that mask off when he wears glasses. But he's still got some moves.
Speaking of moves...
Here are our handsome Coaches Buttermaker 1 and 2. I don't know if they are smiling from the victory, the post-game pizza party or the Budweisers. Who cares? Some lucky ladies got to take these guys home with them (ha).
Now our guts are full and we are tired from the fresh air, food fest and the use of those brain cells again. It's tough getting back normal.
But something feels really right about it.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Recovery Time
Hubby and I aren't so dumb. We both wisely scheduled today off as a vacation day. And boy, did we need it.
When hours, days, weeks and months are focused on the June 14 date on the calendar, we had to figure exhaustion would set in on June 15. And it did. But it was a good kind of tired.
Since I still had family in the house, we had helpers to get the tent and canopy down today and the rest of the party stuff cleaned up. By 1 p.m., I was out on the back deck in my swimsuit, ready to bake away any last remaining strands of stress. That was the ticket.
It was about 90 degrees and sunny today so it was actually too warm to get too active and motivated (how's that for an excuse?). Got dishes and laundry done inside the house when I needed a cool down and, yes, one more trip to Wal-Mart to get some items for Carter (who starts commuting with us in the morning so he can return to Kidz Camp!).
But that was it. I didn't have to do anything else. It was a finally a day off with no List hanging over my head. Yay!
But I can't take all the credit...
If there's one thing I learned (had reinforced) in this party-planning quest, it's that Jim and I are blessed. We have awesome neighbors, family and friends! The only reason it seemed so organized and stress-free is because I (we) didn't have to do it alone. We borrowed trucks, tables, coolers, you name it. Then these awesome people donated food and labor, too, from pitching tents to replenishing everything from cheese to toilet paper during the party.
It's an incredible feeling to be surrounded by such warm-hearted, giving people, willing to help our little family in any way possible. We look forward to returning the favor. And really, saying thanks does not seem like it's enough. But I hope they know that the only reason we could spend the day relaxing and recovering today was because of all their help.
So if you happen to be one of my Party Patrol members reading this, thanks. We owe ya one.
When hours, days, weeks and months are focused on the June 14 date on the calendar, we had to figure exhaustion would set in on June 15. And it did. But it was a good kind of tired.
Since I still had family in the house, we had helpers to get the tent and canopy down today and the rest of the party stuff cleaned up. By 1 p.m., I was out on the back deck in my swimsuit, ready to bake away any last remaining strands of stress. That was the ticket.
It was about 90 degrees and sunny today so it was actually too warm to get too active and motivated (how's that for an excuse?). Got dishes and laundry done inside the house when I needed a cool down and, yes, one more trip to Wal-Mart to get some items for Carter (who starts commuting with us in the morning so he can return to Kidz Camp!).
But that was it. I didn't have to do anything else. It was a finally a day off with no List hanging over my head. Yay!
But I can't take all the credit...
If there's one thing I learned (had reinforced) in this party-planning quest, it's that Jim and I are blessed. We have awesome neighbors, family and friends! The only reason it seemed so organized and stress-free is because I (we) didn't have to do it alone. We borrowed trucks, tables, coolers, you name it. Then these awesome people donated food and labor, too, from pitching tents to replenishing everything from cheese to toilet paper during the party.
It's an incredible feeling to be surrounded by such warm-hearted, giving people, willing to help our little family in any way possible. We look forward to returning the favor. And really, saying thanks does not seem like it's enough. But I hope they know that the only reason we could spend the day relaxing and recovering today was because of all their help.
So if you happen to be one of my Party Patrol members reading this, thanks. We owe ya one.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
"Surprise" Party
When you're planning a party of an unknown scale, you want everything to go like clockwork (8 a.m.: get ice; 10 a.m.: pick up cake; 11 a.m.: pick up beer). Everything needs to fall into place. You don't want surprises.
Unless they're good ones.
And I had the best one today!
I was already thrilled that the weather was perfect -- sunny and high 70s -- and everything was organized and starting on time (thanks to loads of help from family and friends). There were a few minor mishaps in the house (clock fell off the wall and shattered), but we got pictures with the cake and we were ready to roll at the sound of the airhorn (yay, Carter) at 1 p.m.
Unless they're good ones.
And I had the best one today!
I was already thrilled that the weather was perfect -- sunny and high 70s -- and everything was organized and starting on time (thanks to loads of help from family and friends). There were a few minor mishaps in the house (clock fell off the wall and shattered), but we got pictures with the cake and we were ready to roll at the sound of the airhorn (yay, Carter) at 1 p.m.
I somehow drew the short straw and had to cut this massive cake. I was concentrating on making straight lines when I heard someone say something like "those pieces aren't big enough." I was thinking, "Are you kidding me? You do this then." When I put the knife down and glanced up, I was never more surprised to see my friends Cindy and Sally standing there. I actually shrieked!
I met these two umpteen years ago at my first newspaper job in Marinette/Menominee. They've both got boys and we've gone camping with all of our boys over the years. But then life got really busy and now it's been 5 years since I've seen them. Sally's son graduated last weekend but we couldn't make the party because it was Casey's commencement. I had invited both of them and their families but hadn't heard back from them so had dismissed it from my mind and assumed they weren't coming.
Now enough about me. This was Casey's day.
It really was the perfect party. Weather was awesome. Had enough food and beverages. Friends and family showed up to congratulate Casey -- and lots of his friends stopped by for food and fun, too.
Why Lasso Golf is a spectator sport.
Look a this beautiful tent! Nice shade on a sunny day!
A meeting of the Blue Jay Drive minds at the end of the day? Or maybe we could call it the Neighborhood Watch program.... watching the volume of beer coming out of the keg.
It's late now. The last partiers left about 9:30. Our out-of-town guests are down just two (RoAnn and Ken). The only thing on my List I didn't get done was paint my fingernails. My feet are killing me. I am, without a doubt, party pooped.
But I wouldn't have it any other way.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
New Arrivals
Today was the penultimate day of the party countdown! I got my final cleaning done and was showered & dressed just this side of the noon hour. It was a beautiful sunny day and I am so glad tomorrow will be much of the same.
Jim did grill duty for hours and hour (burgers and brats tomorrow). Romey and Rick came out so Rick entertained Jim at the grill while I had Romey help me with a few last-minute errands. Seems like every day has been last-minute. I actually said today (and you can quote me on this) that I am sick of Wal-Mart. I swear I've been there every day for the last 12 and have dropped plenty of moola there each time. Sigh.
Our important mission while in town was getting an ice cream cake for Romey's birthday. Mission accomplished at Wal-Mart (so I guess it was worth going). My sister RoAnn and husband Ken arrived in town shortly after. They all were out for a quick (read: easy) supper of pizza. We ate under the big tent. Because we could.
Had a little campfire tonight and sent the old folks back to the hotel in town for the night around 9 or so. Wasn't long after that my twin sister Raylene and her daughter Ashley arrived. They'll be sleeping here tonight.
I'm grateful that despite all the last-minute disorganization, I was somehow organized enough to enjoy a day with family (whose presence grew incrementally larger every few hours). Good times.
No worries now. Just a few more last-minute last-minute last-minute errands in the morning -- cake and a keg -- then bring on the party!
Jim did grill duty for hours and hour (burgers and brats tomorrow). Romey and Rick came out so Rick entertained Jim at the grill while I had Romey help me with a few last-minute errands. Seems like every day has been last-minute. I actually said today (and you can quote me on this) that I am sick of Wal-Mart. I swear I've been there every day for the last 12 and have dropped plenty of moola there each time. Sigh.
Our important mission while in town was getting an ice cream cake for Romey's birthday. Mission accomplished at Wal-Mart (so I guess it was worth going). My sister RoAnn and husband Ken arrived in town shortly after. They all were out for a quick (read: easy) supper of pizza. We ate under the big tent. Because we could.
Had a little campfire tonight and sent the old folks back to the hotel in town for the night around 9 or so. Wasn't long after that my twin sister Raylene and her daughter Ashley arrived. They'll be sleeping here tonight.
I'm grateful that despite all the last-minute disorganization, I was somehow organized enough to enjoy a day with family (whose presence grew incrementally larger every few hours). Good times.
No worries now. Just a few more last-minute last-minute last-minute errands in the morning -- cake and a keg -- then bring on the party!
Friday, June 12, 2009
Full Agenda
Another busy day. But this one got started a little late. We were supposed to have the car in for an oil change at 8. But when I heard hubby get out of bed, the clock said 8:07. Whoops. Somebody's alarm didn't go off. Oh well, that wasn't the worst thing to happen...
After the oil change, he picked up the brats and burgers we'd ordered. Then somewhere in town, he ran over something sharp and popped a hole in the tire. He was able to get home and I encouraged him to drive it over to the garage where we got the oil changed. If they're not busy, let them do it. We don't have time for this.
I had running around to do, too, buying the things that had to wait until today. Then Carter and I stopped at his sitter's to give her a thank-you gift and then the neighbor down the road to pick up a big ol' coffee pot.
The big item on our "to do" list today was getting the tent erected in the front yard...
Ta-Da! We realize the colors aren't ideal (it was all they had left) but it should serve its purpose of offering shade and/or a dry place to sit. Let's hope it's shade we need!
Our first guests arrived! My sister Romey and husband Rick got into town this afternoon. We took her out to eat for her birthday and then went to the races.
I told our nephew Colin the other night that he better win for my sister's birthday. At least he was the fast qualifier and got to hoist the flag during the opening ceremonies and Star Spangled Banner. His heat race and feature didn't go as well as we'd hoped. He sort of got boxed in behind some slow cars, with no opportunity for passing. Considering this was his first loss in 3 weeks, he was in good spirits in the Pits afterwards.
Romey and Rick were excited to meet Colin and frankly were impressed that a 15-year-old is driving such a fast car -- not to mention giving autographs. We didn't hang around too long afterwards because it started to rain and Romey and I started melting...
And the winner of the "You might be a redneck if..." award... Father and son matching hairdos! Romey did not opt for such a wild hair 'do for her birthday but was thrilled to get another tattoo... a nice number 87 with Colin Reffner's name.
After the oil change, he picked up the brats and burgers we'd ordered. Then somewhere in town, he ran over something sharp and popped a hole in the tire. He was able to get home and I encouraged him to drive it over to the garage where we got the oil changed. If they're not busy, let them do it. We don't have time for this.
I had running around to do, too, buying the things that had to wait until today. Then Carter and I stopped at his sitter's to give her a thank-you gift and then the neighbor down the road to pick up a big ol' coffee pot.
The big item on our "to do" list today was getting the tent erected in the front yard...
Sounds like a joke, but how many guys does it take to put up a 20-by-40 tent? The guy at the rental place said 2 guys should be enough. We had 6. And that worked.
Ta-Da! We realize the colors aren't ideal (it was all they had left) but it should serve its purpose of offering shade and/or a dry place to sit. Let's hope it's shade we need!
Our first guests arrived! My sister Romey and husband Rick got into town this afternoon. We took her out to eat for her birthday and then went to the races.
I told our nephew Colin the other night that he better win for my sister's birthday. At least he was the fast qualifier and got to hoist the flag during the opening ceremonies and Star Spangled Banner. His heat race and feature didn't go as well as we'd hoped. He sort of got boxed in behind some slow cars, with no opportunity for passing. Considering this was his first loss in 3 weeks, he was in good spirits in the Pits afterwards.
Romey and Rick were excited to meet Colin and frankly were impressed that a 15-year-old is driving such a fast car -- not to mention giving autographs. We didn't hang around too long afterwards because it started to rain and Romey and I started melting...
And the winner of the "You might be a redneck if..." award... Father and son matching hairdos! Romey did not opt for such a wild hair 'do for her birthday but was thrilled to get another tattoo... a nice number 87 with Colin Reffner's name. You're never too old to start having fun!
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Getting There
There outta be a law against squirrels and birds being allowed to fight outside a person's bedroom window at 4:45 a.m. on a day when a person is on vacation and that person does not have to get up to an alarm ... and that person is me.
Yep, there outta be a law. But there ain't.
I did manage to fall back asleep, thankfully. I was determined to have a productive day and not start it in the hole with sleep deprivation. As it turned out, it was a productive day. We're definitely getting there on our trek to partyville.
Hubby and I both the day off. So between the two of us, we got things done. Carter had a friend over so he stayed out of our hair.
We had friends over, too. Mike and Christine dropped off some coolers for the party and stayed for a little visit. Just the break we needed. But I can tell you we had no motivation to return to the "list" once they were gone.
So I ran Carter's friend home and later we moseyed down to the neighbor's for a campfire. What a nice ending to the day. The early bird can have the worm. I'll stick with a s'more!
Yep, there outta be a law. But there ain't.
I did manage to fall back asleep, thankfully. I was determined to have a productive day and not start it in the hole with sleep deprivation. As it turned out, it was a productive day. We're definitely getting there on our trek to partyville.
Hubby and I both the day off. So between the two of us, we got things done. Carter had a friend over so he stayed out of our hair.
We had friends over, too. Mike and Christine dropped off some coolers for the party and stayed for a little visit. Just the break we needed. But I can tell you we had no motivation to return to the "list" once they were gone.
So I ran Carter's friend home and later we moseyed down to the neighbor's for a campfire. What a nice ending to the day. The early bird can have the worm. I'll stick with a s'more!
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
School's Out
As it turned out, I only got to walk Carter to the bus stop twice this year -- on the first day and on the last day. I should have taken a picture of us both times because I swear he grew half a foot this year!
He went off to his half day today and I got busy. The morning flew by and Carter (done at noon) was home before I knew it. He came skipping along with that big "school's out for summer" grin on his face. That disappeared when I put him to work awhile. Nothing too major. He was done in 15 minutes.
I got to washing the floors finally in the afternoon and while they were drying, we headed into town to run a few errands and, of course, stop for some "I survived 5th grade" celebratory ice cream at Dairy Queen. (Hey, I survived, too!)
Back home and it was back to work. Days like these I appreciate my "office job" that's for sure. After supper, I did sneak out for a quick walk. It's been ages since I exercised and I need to get back at it sooner rather than later. And I prefer the walking-type exercises to the back and forth motion of mopping! No doubt about that.
Somehow it got to be 9 o'clock and the day is done. We'll have to whistle for Carter who is probably still skipping around the neighborhood, all giddy that it's summer vacation and he doesn't have homework or a bedtime.
Bet you a buck he's the first one up tomorrow, though! (I hope.)
He went off to his half day today and I got busy. The morning flew by and Carter (done at noon) was home before I knew it. He came skipping along with that big "school's out for summer" grin on his face. That disappeared when I put him to work awhile. Nothing too major. He was done in 15 minutes.
I got to washing the floors finally in the afternoon and while they were drying, we headed into town to run a few errands and, of course, stop for some "I survived 5th grade" celebratory ice cream at Dairy Queen. (Hey, I survived, too!)
Back home and it was back to work. Days like these I appreciate my "office job" that's for sure. After supper, I did sneak out for a quick walk. It's been ages since I exercised and I need to get back at it sooner rather than later. And I prefer the walking-type exercises to the back and forth motion of mopping! No doubt about that.
Somehow it got to be 9 o'clock and the day is done. We'll have to whistle for Carter who is probably still skipping around the neighborhood, all giddy that it's summer vacation and he doesn't have homework or a bedtime.
Bet you a buck he's the first one up tomorrow, though! (I hope.)
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Are You Smarter Than a 5th-Grader?
Nine months ago I asked: Are you smarter than a 5th-grader? I said if we didn't know the answer then, we'd probably know by the end of the year.
This is what we have to compete with...
Carter brought home his final Accelerated Math report. Accelerated Math, or AM as we call it, is software designed by Renaissance Learning (an international company headquartered right here in Wisconsin Rapids) that challenges students to work independently and enhance their skills. (They have AR, too, for Reading.) They set goals and work each semester to achieve them.
We knew Carter has been this little math whiz of sorts but to see it in writing is something else. According to the report, Carter's math skills (greater than 96% of students nationally in the same grade) are, and I quote, "at a level equal to that of a typical post-high school student." But he isn't perfect by any means. He's got a few things to work on (6th grade outta be fun). It said, "At this stage, he needs to work with advanced number concepts such as powers and roots, negative numbers, factorization, and scientific notation and be provided with opportunities to challenge math skills."
Math? Whose kid is this?! I'm not sure if he was adopted or switched at birth. (Actually Daddy and Mommy both did well in school. We've just forgotten fractions after 20-plus years!)
But he did not disappoint in our favorite area: English... language arts... words...
Yes, I realize Carter wrapped up the year with major struggles with reading tests. But now I think the joke's on us. This morning in our daily call, I finished with, "Enjoy your second-to-last day as a fifth-grader!"
To which he responded, "Yep, my penultimate day!"
Now whose kid is that?!
The quick story behind that is that he heard (and apparently learned) that word years ago. As editors, we'd often see advisories from the Associated Press like "Insert this info after the penultimate graf" -- which meant second to last paragraph. We explained that to Carter (back when his ears were still working) and he's used the word occasionally. I, on the other hand, doubt I've said it out loud more than 5 times -- even in my editing days. It was usually read, not said.
So when I ask myself today if I am smarter than a 5th-grader, there's no doubt... I'm not even close!
How 'bout you?
This is what we have to compete with...
Carter brought home his final Accelerated Math report. Accelerated Math, or AM as we call it, is software designed by Renaissance Learning (an international company headquartered right here in Wisconsin Rapids) that challenges students to work independently and enhance their skills. (They have AR, too, for Reading.) They set goals and work each semester to achieve them.
We knew Carter has been this little math whiz of sorts but to see it in writing is something else. According to the report, Carter's math skills (greater than 96% of students nationally in the same grade) are, and I quote, "at a level equal to that of a typical post-high school student." But he isn't perfect by any means. He's got a few things to work on (6th grade outta be fun). It said, "At this stage, he needs to work with advanced number concepts such as powers and roots, negative numbers, factorization, and scientific notation and be provided with opportunities to challenge math skills."
Math? Whose kid is this?! I'm not sure if he was adopted or switched at birth. (Actually Daddy and Mommy both did well in school. We've just forgotten fractions after 20-plus years!)
But he did not disappoint in our favorite area: English... language arts... words...
Yes, I realize Carter wrapped up the year with major struggles with reading tests. But now I think the joke's on us. This morning in our daily call, I finished with, "Enjoy your second-to-last day as a fifth-grader!"
To which he responded, "Yep, my penultimate day!"
Now whose kid is that?!
The quick story behind that is that he heard (and apparently learned) that word years ago. As editors, we'd often see advisories from the Associated Press like "Insert this info after the penultimate graf" -- which meant second to last paragraph. We explained that to Carter (back when his ears were still working) and he's used the word occasionally. I, on the other hand, doubt I've said it out loud more than 5 times -- even in my editing days. It was usually read, not said.
So when I ask myself today if I am smarter than a 5th-grader, there's no doubt... I'm not even close!
How 'bout you?
Monday, June 8, 2009
Ark for Sale
It rained steady for the third straight day. I'm pretty sure those flowers I planted a week ago now have enough water. Our lawn should look nice and green for the graduation party, too!
But it sucked to not be able to get out for a walk. And it was just down right gloomy which made a Monday feel like, well, a Monday!
The work day did go fast, though. Too fast when I have much to do the two days I am there this week. My laptop, affectionately called a "crap-top", crapped out on me on Friday and I was hoping it would be revived after a weekend's rest. Not the case. I tried performing CPR on it most of the day. I'm way out of practice so someone smarter me (withhold comments, please) will have to take a crack at it tomorrow.
Carter is down to 1 1/2 days of school left. He lugged home a 20-pound backpack stuffed with notebooks, folders and such that he won't be needing any more this year. No homework tonight (yay for all of us) and the only thing on the agenda tomorrow is cleaning out desks. Oh to have it so good.
He and Daddy ran errands tonight while I finally moved my party efforts inside the house. I finished making mints last night so tonight marked the start of cleaning. (I procrastinated as long as I could!) Got a few things organized but time sure flies when you're having fun! I can't believe it's 9 already.
This week will be a busy one. Baseball Tuesday night then I am off Wednesday through Friday. Carter is done with school at noon Wednesday. Jim is off Thursday and Friday. And all of us are keeping a close eye on the forecast -- now they predict 77 with chance of scattered thunderstorms Sunday.
We've also got running around to do and plenty of cleaning and last-minute fix-me-ups on "the list". Somehow in there it would be great to sneak 9 holes in. It would be a sin to take vacation days just for party prepping and no golf, wouldn't it? If I stay focused and quit using the computer as my procrastination tool, maybe I'll get something done and we can do that.
I'll have to let you know -- that is, if I can sneak back on here again! Have a good week!
But it sucked to not be able to get out for a walk. And it was just down right gloomy which made a Monday feel like, well, a Monday!
The work day did go fast, though. Too fast when I have much to do the two days I am there this week. My laptop, affectionately called a "crap-top", crapped out on me on Friday and I was hoping it would be revived after a weekend's rest. Not the case. I tried performing CPR on it most of the day. I'm way out of practice so someone smarter me (withhold comments, please) will have to take a crack at it tomorrow.
Carter is down to 1 1/2 days of school left. He lugged home a 20-pound backpack stuffed with notebooks, folders and such that he won't be needing any more this year. No homework tonight (yay for all of us) and the only thing on the agenda tomorrow is cleaning out desks. Oh to have it so good.
He and Daddy ran errands tonight while I finally moved my party efforts inside the house. I finished making mints last night so tonight marked the start of cleaning. (I procrastinated as long as I could!) Got a few things organized but time sure flies when you're having fun! I can't believe it's 9 already.
This week will be a busy one. Baseball Tuesday night then I am off Wednesday through Friday. Carter is done with school at noon Wednesday. Jim is off Thursday and Friday. And all of us are keeping a close eye on the forecast -- now they predict 77 with chance of scattered thunderstorms Sunday.
We've also got running around to do and plenty of cleaning and last-minute fix-me-ups on "the list". Somehow in there it would be great to sneak 9 holes in. It would be a sin to take vacation days just for party prepping and no golf, wouldn't it? If I stay focused and quit using the computer as my procrastination tool, maybe I'll get something done and we can do that.
I'll have to let you know -- that is, if I can sneak back on here again! Have a good week!
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Hats Off
With the usual Pomp & Circumstance (and a lump in our throats) we watched Casey James walk across the stage that transforms a high school senior into a citizen of the world -- with one pit stop in the middle to shake hands and pick up a diploma.
Where does the time go? Wasn't it just yesterday he was going to his first day of preschool (see below)?
I wasn't a part of his life yet when he began the educational part of his journey from boyhood to manhood. But that seems so long ago, I can't remember a time when he wasn't occupying a place in my heart. I have been fortunate to watch "our" oldest son on this adventure -- sometimes sailing through, sometimes stumbling, almost always smiling (or smirking when he's really cool).
While I was putting his scrapbook together, it was quite an emotional ride (for both hubby and me) thumbing through piles of photos and visibly seeing this transition to adulthood. This family of 5 has been quite a blessing for us! But today -- Graduation Day for the Class of 2009 -- is Casey's day. We're just along for the ride.
From the scrapbook, a few words about Casey...
Clever ... in a quiet, sneaky sense of humor way. Handsome ... though he refused to smile for 2 years when he had his braces. Responsible ... holding part-time jobs as a lifeguard and pharmacy tech. Trendy ... from clothes to the latest "cool" word on the street (Stellar! Sweet! Fresh!). Bilingual ... fluent in German. Mature ... was only in 2nd grade when he wrote something for the newspaper announcing his favorite TV show was "The Man Show."
Fun ... enjoys golf, disc golf and ping pong (don't ask). Loyal fan ... would cry when the Vikings would lose big games in the late '90s (now it's not worth it). Intelligent ... heading to college to make a new life for himself. Gearhead ... knows what's under the hood of any fast car out there. Focused ... wants to be a pharmacist so he can buy one of those fast cars out there ~ a Corvette!
Laid back ... he's got the sauntering strut to prove it. Deaf ... well not yet, but he could be with those woofers in his trunk! Unselfish ... faithful to God and caring to others. Hero ... worshipped by his baby brother.
Loved ... by us all!
Hats off to you, Casey!Saturday, June 6, 2009
Joy in Mudville
Thank goodness the excitement of another game day got Carter out of bed early. I apparently set the volume of my radio alarm on low because Carter was nudging me awake 18 minutes after my alarm should have gone off. (And did go off, quietly.)
Then it as up and at 'em and off the ballpark for an 8:30 a.m. game. Local temperature: 48. Had to dress in layers (it ain't right wearing a turtleneck in June) and make a pit stop on the way to grab a piping hot cappuccino.
The first game was chilly, but quick. We ended up winning 5-3, which meant we had to come back to play at 11:30. (Yay!) That was just enough time for us and the Jacksons (coach, wife and player Nate) to head to our house 5 minutes away to regroup, strategize and warm up, too. The coaches decided not to mess with a good thing, so it was mainly just a calming down and thawing break.
It was already sprinkling when we left the house -- and the temperature might have even dropped -- so we knew we were in for some fun (that's sarcasm). I rode over with Christine and we decided on the way that as official scorekeepers (and founders of the esteemed Coaches' Wives Club) that we deserved to park our chairs in the dugout. So we did. It didn't keep the wind and cold out, but it kept the book dry.
That game was a long one. Steady, steady rain coming down. The boys were wet and cold and, wouldn't you know it, we were tied. So we had extra innings -- which feel extra, extra long when you're wet and cold (and the boys felt that way, too).
I want to say the other team put us out of our misery, but that's not exactly how it worked. Yes, they beat us 4-3 to end it. But that meant we had to immediately move to another field to immediately play another game for the third-place trophy. No time to dry off. No time to warm up. Yikes.
So we trudged over to another field and kept going like we hadn't quit playing (well one boy quit but we won't get into that). The short interruption was probably a good thing. Although their poor fingers were practically frozen, they managed to get some hits right away. They played some decent defense, too, and this time it was us who won 4-3. Yes!
You know those boys were miserable when they were actually talking about getting home to take hot baths. I mean boys and baths? Volunteering? It was cold.
We came home (cranking the heat on the way) and got out of our muddy, wet stuff and just warmed up as quick as we could! When we were mostly thawed, Carter and I celebrated by leaving Coach Austin the couch (and remote) and going to the movie Up, the new Disney-Pixar production.
One word about that: Uplifting. Cute movie. Neat story line. I recommend it.
Picked up some dinner on the way home. Made another round of mints while Carter got some reading done. Now Carter wants ice cream (like mother, like son) and I am actually going to skip that (gasp!). Hubby turned my blanket on hours ago and that is going to be a better treat than ice cream (just this once) in about 90 seconds.
Make that 60.
Then it as up and at 'em and off the ballpark for an 8:30 a.m. game. Local temperature: 48. Had to dress in layers (it ain't right wearing a turtleneck in June) and make a pit stop on the way to grab a piping hot cappuccino.
The first game was chilly, but quick. We ended up winning 5-3, which meant we had to come back to play at 11:30. (Yay!) That was just enough time for us and the Jacksons (coach, wife and player Nate) to head to our house 5 minutes away to regroup, strategize and warm up, too. The coaches decided not to mess with a good thing, so it was mainly just a calming down and thawing break.
It was already sprinkling when we left the house -- and the temperature might have even dropped -- so we knew we were in for some fun (that's sarcasm). I rode over with Christine and we decided on the way that as official scorekeepers (and founders of the esteemed Coaches' Wives Club) that we deserved to park our chairs in the dugout. So we did. It didn't keep the wind and cold out, but it kept the book dry.
That game was a long one. Steady, steady rain coming down. The boys were wet and cold and, wouldn't you know it, we were tied. So we had extra innings -- which feel extra, extra long when you're wet and cold (and the boys felt that way, too).
I want to say the other team put us out of our misery, but that's not exactly how it worked. Yes, they beat us 4-3 to end it. But that meant we had to immediately move to another field to immediately play another game for the third-place trophy. No time to dry off. No time to warm up. Yikes.
So we trudged over to another field and kept going like we hadn't quit playing (well one boy quit but we won't get into that). The short interruption was probably a good thing. Although their poor fingers were practically frozen, they managed to get some hits right away. They played some decent defense, too, and this time it was us who won 4-3. Yes!
You know those boys were miserable when they were actually talking about getting home to take hot baths. I mean boys and baths? Volunteering? It was cold.
We came home (cranking the heat on the way) and got out of our muddy, wet stuff and just warmed up as quick as we could! When we were mostly thawed, Carter and I celebrated by leaving Coach Austin the couch (and remote) and going to the movie Up, the new Disney-Pixar production.
One word about that: Uplifting. Cute movie. Neat story line. I recommend it.
Picked up some dinner on the way home. Made another round of mints while Carter got some reading done. Now Carter wants ice cream (like mother, like son) and I am actually going to skip that (gasp!). Hubby turned my blanket on hours ago and that is going to be a better treat than ice cream (just this once) in about 90 seconds.
Make that 60.
Friday, June 5, 2009
Round One
The weekend baseball tournament got under way tonight. Strange how the level of excitement, nerves and pressure can change from the "regular" season games. And I'm not just talking about the kids!
We started our game off on the right foot. Got some hits, including an inside the park "home run" -- one of those singles or doubles riddled with enough errors to get the kids around the bases. Carter had one of those two years ago and it was awesome to watch. Tonight was Nate's turn. And it was pretty darn exciting, too. The team was on a high.
Then, unfortunately, the Bad News Bears showed up for an inning (this scorekeeper couldn't write enough E's in the book) and our opponents scored 7 runs. Then a few more the next inning. Before we know it, we are down 9-3 and everyone is stressed and cranky (the kids, too!).
With some refocusing, thanks to our capable coaches I'm sure, the Tigers made a comeback. Going into the last inning, we were tied 10-10. Simply amazing! All we had to do was hold 'em.
But we didn't. They scored. And we didn't. Game over. 11-10.
So we get up at sunrise and do it all over again. Our first game is 8:30 a.m. If we lose, we're out. If we win, our record will be compared to the others in our pool. And we still may or may not go onto another game.
We had a meeting of the minds at our house afterwards -- with thought-inducing beverages for some. I think the coaches want to start off strong out of the gate again, but be sure defensively we can keep control of the game. Logical, yet not so easy sometimes.
It's supposed to be only a high of 54 tomorrow so I expect it will be hovering in the mid-40s at first bat in the morning. If we're all dragging our butts out of our toasty beds, we better stinkin' win! Or at least give it a honest effort.
I know there's that saying about winning and losing not counting, just how you play the game, blah, blah, blah. That doesn't apply to tournaments, baby! Winning matters.
Losers have to go home and help their moms clean house ... or make mints.
C'mon, Tigers!
We started our game off on the right foot. Got some hits, including an inside the park "home run" -- one of those singles or doubles riddled with enough errors to get the kids around the bases. Carter had one of those two years ago and it was awesome to watch. Tonight was Nate's turn. And it was pretty darn exciting, too. The team was on a high.
Then, unfortunately, the Bad News Bears showed up for an inning (this scorekeeper couldn't write enough E's in the book) and our opponents scored 7 runs. Then a few more the next inning. Before we know it, we are down 9-3 and everyone is stressed and cranky (the kids, too!).
With some refocusing, thanks to our capable coaches I'm sure, the Tigers made a comeback. Going into the last inning, we were tied 10-10. Simply amazing! All we had to do was hold 'em.
But we didn't. They scored. And we didn't. Game over. 11-10.
So we get up at sunrise and do it all over again. Our first game is 8:30 a.m. If we lose, we're out. If we win, our record will be compared to the others in our pool. And we still may or may not go onto another game.
We had a meeting of the minds at our house afterwards -- with thought-inducing beverages for some. I think the coaches want to start off strong out of the gate again, but be sure defensively we can keep control of the game. Logical, yet not so easy sometimes.
It's supposed to be only a high of 54 tomorrow so I expect it will be hovering in the mid-40s at first bat in the morning. If we're all dragging our butts out of our toasty beds, we better stinkin' win! Or at least give it a honest effort.
I know there's that saying about winning and losing not counting, just how you play the game, blah, blah, blah. That doesn't apply to tournaments, baby! Winning matters.
Losers have to go home and help their moms clean house ... or make mints.
C'mon, Tigers!
Thursday, June 4, 2009
5... 4... 3... 2.. 1...
We have countdowns for a lot of things.
Earlier this spring, I was counting down to the launch of my new Web site on May 4. Now, albeit a month later, it's launched. (Yay!) Sometimes, the countdowns don't always go as we planned.
On the wipeboard on the fridge, Carter has been counting down to the last day of school. I see tonight it says "3 1/2 days until school is out." Then there's a note above it (suspiciously close to Daddy's handwriting) that says, "75 days until next school year starts." Then, a note next to that (I'm assuming in Carter's handwriting) that simply says, "Ha. Ha."
Two kinds of countdowns. Two different spins. I don't think Carter thought it was funny.
Casey is done with school as of yesterday so he is done with that countdown. We adults are counting down to his party in 10 days, but on the larger scale, are counting down to the day he flies the coop. Leaves the nest. Takes off for college and the real world. I'd rather not think about that now. In fact, I'm not even going to assign a number to it. (Will that prevent it from happening?)
In general, I think countdowns are healthy. It can present a clearcut goal to obtain and/or give us something to look forward to. How many countdowns do you have going on right now?
I know I am counting down hours to the weekend, days to the party, more days to my nephew's graduation party, even more days to my parents' 60th anniversary party, months to my first trip to Hershey (the chocolate capital of the world) and years to retirement.
Right now, I am going to go count sheep. 100... 99... 98... 97...
Earlier this spring, I was counting down to the launch of my new Web site on May 4. Now, albeit a month later, it's launched. (Yay!) Sometimes, the countdowns don't always go as we planned.
On the wipeboard on the fridge, Carter has been counting down to the last day of school. I see tonight it says "3 1/2 days until school is out." Then there's a note above it (suspiciously close to Daddy's handwriting) that says, "75 days until next school year starts." Then, a note next to that (I'm assuming in Carter's handwriting) that simply says, "Ha. Ha."
Two kinds of countdowns. Two different spins. I don't think Carter thought it was funny.
Casey is done with school as of yesterday so he is done with that countdown. We adults are counting down to his party in 10 days, but on the larger scale, are counting down to the day he flies the coop. Leaves the nest. Takes off for college and the real world. I'd rather not think about that now. In fact, I'm not even going to assign a number to it. (Will that prevent it from happening?)
In general, I think countdowns are healthy. It can present a clearcut goal to obtain and/or give us something to look forward to. How many countdowns do you have going on right now?
I know I am counting down hours to the weekend, days to the party, more days to my nephew's graduation party, even more days to my parents' 60th anniversary party, months to my first trip to Hershey (the chocolate capital of the world) and years to retirement.
Right now, I am going to go count sheep. 100... 99... 98... 97...
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Over the Hump
It's truly a Hump Day today if we're talking about finally getting over the proverbial hump in a few things...
Last night, the Tenacious Tigers got over the .500 hump with a sound stomping (10-0!) of the Rangers. Now their record is 3-2 going into this weekend's tournament with some confidence.
The Tigers play Thursday and Friday nights and at 8:30 a.m. Saturday. If they do better than the other teams in their "pool," then it's on to some playoff games Saturday afternoon. Other than the sketchy forecast, we're feeling pretty good about it.
Today I got over my "hump" at work, too. My major reason for existence (er, employment) the last few months is done. It's "live." I am getting initial feedback. Just have to make a few hundred fixes so I can tell the world about it next week. Whew. That was quite the hump!
I'm plugging along on party prep, too. I say that but really haven't progressed since Sunday, other than making mints. And that, my friend, is putzy work!
I roll little balls of the dough (cream cheese, powdered sugar & mint extract) in sugar, press it in the mold, pop out a magically delicious diploma (suitable for framing ... or eating). I am a perfectionist but I don't mind goofing up and having to eat one or two (Carter and Jim are OK with that, too!).
Carter is trying to get over the hump (read: challenge) of reading and his struggle with tests. He started one final book this week that he needs to get a perfect score on to boost his grade. Get this. He reads a few chapters and actually begs to stay up late because the book "is sooo good."
Why did this finally happen now? He finally gets over the hump of having to read and discovers why it can be enjoyable. It's a little too late for this school year but we'll do what we can to keep the mind engaged this summer.
Now, if my Twins could just get over their hump and make it to .500.... Doesn't look promising. But who says Hump Day always has to be on Wednesday, right?
Last night, the Tenacious Tigers got over the .500 hump with a sound stomping (10-0!) of the Rangers. Now their record is 3-2 going into this weekend's tournament with some confidence.
The Tigers play Thursday and Friday nights and at 8:30 a.m. Saturday. If they do better than the other teams in their "pool," then it's on to some playoff games Saturday afternoon. Other than the sketchy forecast, we're feeling pretty good about it.
Today I got over my "hump" at work, too. My major reason for existence (er, employment) the last few months is done. It's "live." I am getting initial feedback. Just have to make a few hundred fixes so I can tell the world about it next week. Whew. That was quite the hump!
I'm plugging along on party prep, too. I say that but really haven't progressed since Sunday, other than making mints. And that, my friend, is putzy work!
I roll little balls of the dough (cream cheese, powdered sugar & mint extract) in sugar, press it in the mold, pop out a magically delicious diploma (suitable for framing ... or eating). I am a perfectionist but I don't mind goofing up and having to eat one or two (Carter and Jim are OK with that, too!).
Carter is trying to get over the hump (read: challenge) of reading and his struggle with tests. He started one final book this week that he needs to get a perfect score on to boost his grade. Get this. He reads a few chapters and actually begs to stay up late because the book "is sooo good."
Why did this finally happen now? He finally gets over the hump of having to read and discovers why it can be enjoyable. It's a little too late for this school year but we'll do what we can to keep the mind engaged this summer.
Now, if my Twins could just get over their hump and make it to .500.... Doesn't look promising. But who says Hump Day always has to be on Wednesday, right?
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Laugh Tracks
Carter gave his third and final class presentation yesterday. These presentations are based on original writing, but not necessarily original material.
For the first one (last fall), he presented the basic rules of football. The second one was a completely original story about a hobo and a spaceman (this involved those cool cardboard cutouts). For this final one, he decided to do a stand-up comedy routine of sorts.
Anyone who knows Carter knows this is right up his alley. He's always Mr. Entertainer. Always looking for a laugh. (So unlike his introverted parents.)
He found some classic jokes, new ones, even revised a few and offered "points to ponder" like why is there an expiration date on sour cream? I also downloaded a laugh track sound byte for a sound effect the teacher played occasionally during the routine.
I wasn't too concerned about how this would go. His teachers have always commented on his keen sense of humor and say Carter is quite comfortable speaking in front of the class.
Despite the fact he had to explain a few of the punchlines (like why the guy got fired at the M&M factory for throwing the W's a way), Carter said it went very well.
I'm pretty sure he's willing to do an encore, so if you're planning a summer party and looking for fresh (cheap) entertainment, just contact his agent...
For the first one (last fall), he presented the basic rules of football. The second one was a completely original story about a hobo and a spaceman (this involved those cool cardboard cutouts). For this final one, he decided to do a stand-up comedy routine of sorts.
Anyone who knows Carter knows this is right up his alley. He's always Mr. Entertainer. Always looking for a laugh. (So unlike his introverted parents.)
He found some classic jokes, new ones, even revised a few and offered "points to ponder" like why is there an expiration date on sour cream? I also downloaded a laugh track sound byte for a sound effect the teacher played occasionally during the routine.
I wasn't too concerned about how this would go. His teachers have always commented on his keen sense of humor and say Carter is quite comfortable speaking in front of the class.
Despite the fact he had to explain a few of the punchlines (like why the guy got fired at the M&M factory for throwing the W's a way), Carter said it went very well.
I'm pretty sure he's willing to do an encore, so if you're planning a summer party and looking for fresh (cheap) entertainment, just contact his agent...
Monday, June 1, 2009
Summer Rental
There is a large number of people out there who get a kick out of renting a vehicle and driving without any regard for keeping the car in good condition. Heck, it's not theirs. They just have to return it (preferably in one piece). In other words, they "beat" it -- like they did to those poor mules who were rented out before automobiles came along.
When I went to the chiropractor this morning, I told him I treated myself like a rental car this weekend. I knew I'd be seeing him first thing Monday, so I "beat" myself -- pushing the physical limits of my back -- knowing I'd turn myself in today for a body refund of sorts.
Unfortunately, the combination of bending over to landscape, hefting shovels of dirt, reaching repetitively while painting, and pushing the mower were a bit too much. I'm actually going to have to go back on Friday so he can continue to work on me.
Good thing I was only beaten like a rented mule and didn't take on any other characteristics. I hear they're ornery and stubborn. Doesn't sound like anyone I know...
Hee-Haw!
When I went to the chiropractor this morning, I told him I treated myself like a rental car this weekend. I knew I'd be seeing him first thing Monday, so I "beat" myself -- pushing the physical limits of my back -- knowing I'd turn myself in today for a body refund of sorts.
Unfortunately, the combination of bending over to landscape, hefting shovels of dirt, reaching repetitively while painting, and pushing the mower were a bit too much. I'm actually going to have to go back on Friday so he can continue to work on me.
Good thing I was only beaten like a rented mule and didn't take on any other characteristics. I hear they're ornery and stubborn. Doesn't sound like anyone I know...
Hee-Haw!
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