Playing Catch-Up

Squeeee!!  I am dorky amounts of excited.  I just bought tickets for the Brantley Gilbert/Toby Keith concert on Thursday!!  My one true boyfriend.  Sigh.  And Toby Keith sings lots of just happy-fun music.  Gonna be so much fun.  Love Sean for indulging my whims.  

Lexi turned 5 at the end of May.  She's getting so big.  She played t-ball on her birthday, then came home for cake and presents.  She chose Taco Time for her birthday dinner. 

Baseball is over.  Josh is bummed.  He wants to play some more. I need to take him to the batting cages. 

Heather is here visiting with her family.  It's been fun hanging out with her, and we have more family parties planned for this weekend.  Can't wait.  We took family pictures last weekend at the park. 

Pretty sure this is a bunch of trouble makers right here

Random Thoughts: 

A favorite quote from the comments section of this story on FMH:  "Imagine the Lord ever thinking that wearing our compassion... would ever be inappropriate. Love your neighbor IS Sunday best attire." I love that.  Compassion and love is our Sunday best attire.
 
I had a dream last night about school, and we were doing planning for the new school year, and I came up with this really great idea for writing curriculum.  Then I woke up and it wasn't quite as great as in the dream, but still...  not a bad framework for starting out the new year.  In my dream I had ideas about doing a review of the basics before starting, and anyway it's all boring but I hope I have more dreams about useful stuff.  Usually it's all just weird stuff that makes no sense.  Like the rest of the dream where Brittney and I were trying to get to a derby bout but were stuck at a t-ball game and other weird stuff.  And where the assistant principal gave me a note to pass on to my department head and told me not to read it, and all these people were chasing me around trying to get it away from me. 

I went to an insulin pump class at the Diabetes Clinic tonight.  I had to take Josh and Lexi with me, and that was a special little bit of hell, but I don't want to think about that part.  Anyway, blah blah blah.  I have to keep a record of every crumb she eats for 5 days and how many carbs and how much insulin. Then the nurse has to look it over and tell me what I did wrong and make changes and approve me.  Then the insurance has to decide if they want to play nice or not.  Then I have to choose a pump, so we'll probably want to do a trial with all of them, I guess.  And then there are like 3 more classes.  And it's all just a lot of work.  I need to get a food scale.  And the pumps are effing expensive.  It will be easily $1200 after insurance, probably more.  Not sure how much per month for the supplies.  If I do this, she better not decide she doesn't want one.  Because that would be something she would do.  I love that little girl so much, but she will put me in an early grave. 

Weekend Gossip

I read this on Snarky in the Suburbs today and this is totally the way I look at gossip.  "The problem is that people are confused about what defines gossip.  Gossip is not a group of people sharing factual data about what went down in a PTA meeting that puts you in a bad light.  That’s called the truth.  Deal with it."  Ha!  And yep.

 I am spending waayyyy too much money on food for this family.  Like, my food bill each month for eating out and groceries could feed all of the people of a small third world country.  It is insane, and I have no idea how I am going to fix it.  I know how I can fix it, or how I should fix it.... I just don't know how I actually will fix it. 

I wish I were going camping this weekend.  Although it's raining, so I guess it's good that I'm not.  It's rained every year for the last few years on Memorial Day weekend.  I'm supposed to be helping the Harlequins hand out flyers at the Hill Air Force Base air show, but I stayed home with the two munchkins.  Didn't think they'd make it in the rain and cold.  Sean had to work a few hours today, but he should be off soon.  I need to clean the house and do the grocery shopping.  Other than that, no real plans for the holiday weekend.  I definitely want to visit my dad's grave and any others that I can.  Sean wants to go to Roosevelt to visit my grandparents' graves because we haven't been for a few years, and that would be a nice little drive.  He wanted to take Josh and Lexi and do the dinosaur museum, but they hate driving so I don't think I want that particular little bit of torture. 

Only a few more days of school.  Woohoo! 

I Hate Writing Titles

I decided that for my 40th birthday I want to go to Las Vegas and see Garth Brooks, so I started looking for tickets.  $253 each!  Holy crap.  And I can't find anyone who has discount tickets.  That's just crazy, right there.  For the price of 2 tickets, I could sip something fruity at the Rhumbar and go to Cabo Wabo and the House of Blues.  Eat at one of those frou-frou restaurants that probably wouldn't let people like me in my Converse and Target t-shirt in the door.  Buy something to wear so that the frou-frou restaraunt will let me in.  Maybe get a little tattoo at Vince Neil's tattoo parlor.  Sorry Garth.  You're not worth it.  Have to re-think a few things now. 

 One of my students asked me last week what I'd be if I weren't a teacher, so I said an architect or a lawyer.  He said that he pictured me being a real estate agent.  Wuh?  I told him there was no way I could sell anything for a living.  When I have garage sales, I practically give stuff away because I just don't care.   He said that he figured I could convince people to buy the houses with all my big words.  Ha ha!  That made me laugh.  As if.

Sean, Courtney, Mindi, Steve, and I took Dennis out to Texas Roadhouse for his birthday last night.  It was fun to hang out with all of them.  Good times.  I can't believe Dennis rode the saddle.  What a good sport!  I wouldn't do it.  No way. 

School is almost out.  I am so ready.  I go from 0 to pissed off in about 2.6 seconds these days.  You roll your eyes at me in class and I will take your head off.  And I normally am not like that.  It's time for us to have some time apart, my little children. 

Sean is working too much.  He hasn't had a day off in a couple weeks, and it's getting old.  I hope he gets some time off next weekend. 

I need to go outside and thin out the radishes and beets.  The radishes are getting big and will be ruined if I don't get out there.  Sean doesn't trust me to do his beets because I thin them aggressively he he.  Beets are yucky.    I need to get dinner going, too. 

I want to do something fun.  Like, really fun.  What is that?

Mother's Day and T-ball

Today was a beautiful, sunny Mother's Day.  My mom gave me a lovely hanging basket of petunias, and Sean and the kids gave me some camp chairs that I wanted, gardening gloves to replace mine that have holes in the fingers, flowers for the garden, wind chimes which I have wanted since my last ones broke, Scentsy wax, candy, and a beautiful bouquet of flowers.  Very lovely.  We went to dessert at my moms' house last night and dinner at Cami's house tonight.  Both were full of deliciousness and great company.  Even though I hate Mother's Day, I love my mom, and I love my kids.  I give thanks for them all every day.  And I'm grateful to Sean's mom, because she raised a good son.  And because she likes Diet Coke and puzzles and likes to read so therefore she's automatically all kinds of awesome. 

Josh's baseball practice went well last week.  Lexi is a somewhat different story.  It's OK, she'll go and play, and she doesn't make me stay right by her every second, just every other second, but she's clearly not that into it.  She was sitting on the ground out at second base, picking grass and putting it on her legs, with her mitt and hat off, and I turned to Courtney and said, "Clearly, I think this may not be her game."  Courtney was like, "Ya think?" The sucky thing about t-ball is that it is no one's game.  It's boring for almost every kid, even the ones who really like it.  T-ball probably should not actually exist, really, if you think about it.  The kids in the outfield don't have the skills yet to do much, and they can't understand the strategy and rules of the game quite yet, and I get that t-ball is there to start teaching them.  But, basically, it's just a bunch of kids standing around in a field, not knowing what to do, waiting around until it's their turn to bat, hitting a ball, then running wherever and whenever someone tells them to.  And doing a lot of standing around again in between the running. Baseball is weird in that it doesn't get fun until the kids know what they're doing.  Other sports, like soccer and basketball and football, as long as you get playing time you can have fun while you're learning how to do it.  Anyway.  

Not too much to report.  The garden has started popping up.  Sean's been working quite a bit.  Courtney and Brittney seem to have their hands full between school and work.  Courtney's summer term started this week.  Chemistry and math.  Gross. 

I really feel like writing, but I don't have anything to say.  No, that's not true.  I don't have anything that I feel like writing about.  If someone called me up on the phone right now and asked me how much I hate Mitt Romney and why, or what I think about gay marriage, or why I plan to vote for President Obama, or what I think about the new mandatory 72-hour waiting period for abortions, or how stupid I think the city of Layton is to rezone all the farmland in West Layton and force the owners to sell so they can build a giant Gateway-style mall there, or how I feel about a nuclear power plant being built along the Green River, or how tired I am of high school kids, or why Brantley Gilbert is so hot, or anything else, really, I would be happy to talk about it.  I just don't really feel like articulating it in writing.  But, sadly, it's after 11:00 at night, so it's doubtful that anyone will be calling. 

DERBY!! Harlequins v. Minion Terrors

Sunday was the Harlequins first bout.  We've gone through so many ups and downs and changes to get to this point, and I was just so proud of these girls.  We lost, but only had 6 girls against their 13.  So they were getting plenty of rest and our girls were playing every jam.  But they did so well.  It was so freaking fun to watch, and they've worked so long and hard to get here that it was extra sweet.

 Blawndee 117  This is my girl!!

Brittney as Jammer

The pack... Love these girls!



Brittney going after the other team's Jammer



Lead Jammer... racking up some points

Blawndee coming through... Get outta the way!

Jammer coming through.... move it

Getting shoved around

This is an awesome little group of girls, and their coach is so amazing, and the parents are all supa cool, too.  Can't wait for the next bout.  

T-ball, the Good Fairy, and Summer Fever

This weekend was pretty darn awesome.  I think I enjoyed it very much. 

Friday night was Lexi's first t-ball practice.  She had finally agreed to go and play if I stood by her, and she held me to it.  But she did play, so YAY!  She started to get increasingly whiny and all "I can't stand up," and "I don't want to bat again so I'll just sit here by third base and whine."  I was getting supremely annoyed until I wised up and thought about checking her blood sugar.  She was at 52.  Yikes.  So I fed her some fruit snacks and she was good to go.  She went up and batted again and practiced catching grounders.  We were partners with this super cute chubby little boy in a blue M&Ms t-shirt that made him look like a blue M&M, and he was all, "I love playing this baseball!!!!"  So cute.  There's one other little girl on the team named Lilly, and she told me some random story all about someone who is only 4 and lost some teeth already.  Little kids are funny. 

Lexi and I went to Kaden's baptism on Saturday. On the way there "Just the Way You Are" by Bruno Mars came on the radio, and Lexi was singing along in that cute, totally sweet little voice that 4 year olds have.  I wish I had a recorder because it was the sweetest sounding song coming out of her little face.  "When I see your face... There's not a thing that I would change... Because you're amazing, just the way you are."

At the baptism, a lady told a story about the Holy Ghost prompting someone not to drink some contaminated water.  I didn't think Lexi was really paying attention, and since we don't attend any church she doesn't really have a concept of what the Holy Ghost is.  Which became evident when she retold the story to me later, as apparently she was actually paying attention.  She told me later, "When they tell you not to drink the water, you have to listen, and you have to not drink the water, else you won't get a treat from the good fairy."  Ha!  Love the Holy Ghost as the Good Fairy.  Works for me.

 Sunday Brittney's roller derby team had a bout, but that probably gets its own post because I want to post pics and I have a lot.    

End of school year-itis hit me really hard yesterday.  I don't know exactly why.  There wasn't any real reason for it, but all of a sudden I had this overwhelming desire to not go to work anymore for a few months.  Usually I'm cool with going to work, but last night I just really wanted to get a Redbox and a bag of cookies and not go to bed.   Only a few more weeks, though, and it will fly by.

Kid Stuff

Lexi just told me, "I have an oval face.  Your face is a trapezoid."  Um, OK?  No wonder I have such great self-esteem.  I have a trapezoid-shaped face, apparently. 

Lexi found a pair of Josh's nasty old sneakers yesterday and decided that she loves them soooooo much.  That was fine when she was just playing outside, but she insisted on wearing them to school today.  Along with his old baseball hat.  Whatever.  I wonder what the people in the daycare think of her "new" shoes. 

The Harlequins have a bout this weekend.  Should be fun.

Josh started baseball practice tonight.  He did great and had fun.  Lexi starts t-ball practice on Friday.  We'll see how that goes.  At least she's actually agreed to go and try, so that's progress.